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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 4: Teratophilia (aka monster fucking)- Venom/Eddie Brock

Summary: Eddie worries about you during intimate times but Venom helps out 😉

Word count: 3,585 words

When you first started dating Eddie you had no idea about the symbiote attached to him and honestly he was really scared to tell you. Venom made it very difficult for Eddie to take his time telling you too, which made him even more nervous in this fresh relationship.

“Come on, man, you can’t keep yelling at me while I’m on a date! I’m already nervous and trying not to fuck it up as it is!” He spoke to his alien friend as he gets home from his 3rd date with you.

“I want her to meet me! I am far more charming!” Venom argued back.

“Okay 1, that was very rude and 2, I want this to work out. You do have to realise that you could scare her.” Eddie replied trying to calm Venom down.

“I might scare her at first but she will love me! If she knows about me then we can look after better!” Venom argued.

“You’re not going to stay a secret for forever but just give me a month.” Eddie told his symbiote as he sat down on the couch, beer in hand.

“A MONTH?! BUT I WANT HER NOW!” Venom yelled in protest.

Luckily for Eddie, Venom did give him that month, a month exactly. On the exact day that a month had passed Venom forced Eddie to see you and let you both meet.

As Eddie predicted you really were terrified at first but honestly you found Venom to be just as fun and lovely as Eddie. Since that first time you met you had grown close to both the symbiote and Eddie.

Things were going well, you even didn’t mind Venom joining you more on dates and you’ve even had conversations with just Venom. Soon you were even giving Venom good bye cheek kisses and stroking his face. You had to admit you were starting to fall for Venom as your love for Eddie grew. You tried your best to hide this though, not wanting Eddie to think you’re some kind of freak.

You and Eddie had yet to be intimate, Eddie scared that Venom would come out mid-sex and you’d get grossed out. Little did Eddie know was that you wouldn’t mind at all.

Venom would not shut up every time things with Eddie would get more intimate, accidentally cock blocking his friend. Venom wanted you bad and he needed Eddie to know. The things Venom wanted to do to you would bounce around Eddie’s head every time, both arousing and scaring him.

Both you and Eddie had the day off and since it was raining so hard you both decided to have a movie day at Eddie’s place. It didn’t take long before the movie was long forgotten however and you were under him, hand grabbing at his hair, his kisses hot and aggressive on your mouth.

Things were beginning to get more hot and heavy, Eddie’s hand starting to slip under the waist band of your sweat pants, squeezing at your hip. Unfortunately however Eddie jumped back on the couch, keeping a distance from you, this seeming to be too much of a habit then you’d like.

“Eddie, baby what is it?” You ask concerned and honestly a little annoyed as you put your hand on his thigh.

Eddie didn’t react, he just had his hands in his head muttering to himself. You begin to connect the dots.

“Venom why are you bothering Eddie? Do you keep cockblocking him?” You ask, frustrated as you fold your arms over your chest.

Eddie turns to you as Venom begins to come out of his shoulder.

“I am not bothering or cockblocking! I’m just helping Eddie and he’s not listening.” Venom finally replies as his shiny teeth show through with a mischievous grin.

“That is not what you’re doing and you know it!” Eddie argues back.

Knowing that Venom wasn’t just ‘helping Eddie’ during your intimate times does pique your interest and you begin to crawl onto Eddie’s lap. Getting comfortable you grind onto Eddie’s lap a bit, causing him to grown out and grab onto your hips.

Since Eddie and Venom are connected this grinding causes Venom to smile deliciously. Seeing you have both of their attention you wrap a hand around each of them, one going to the back of Eddie’s head and running your hands through his hair, while the other goes to Venom, cupping his face sweetly. You look at both of them for a while until your gaze falls onto Venom.

“Venom, darling, what was it you’ve been saying to Eddie when we’ve been having intimate moments together.” You ask seductively, almost purring as you bite your lip and begin to grind on Eddie’s lap again, your eyes never leaving Venoms giant white orbs.

“Mmmhh. I’ve been telling Eddie that he needs to be more rough with you! He needs to show his passion!” Venom replied, excited to be able to speak for himself and honestly a little turned on.

“No, no, no. You yelling in my head ‘fuck her!’ ‘Rip her clothes off!’ ‘Pull her hair!’ ‘Bite her!’ Is not helping me or helping me show my passion!” Eddie butted in defending himself.

He quickly looked at you worried when your grinding stopped but your grip on his hair tightened. He expected you to be freaked out and disgusted at this but instead your face was getting closer to Venom and your eyes were lighting up.

“It seems as per usual I was right, she does like it, she wants us to fuck her!” Venom said to Eddie in a cocky voice, taking the victory and shoving it in Eddie’s face.

“Baby, you’re not freaked out or anything?” Eddie asks you, voice laced some how with both worry and excitement.

Turning to Eddie you licked your lips and tugged his hair back until his head hit the back of the couch, a devilish smile now on your face.

“Eddie, baby, Venom was telling you to fuck me and you wouldn’t do it, I’m hurt.” You tell Eddie, pouting dramatically and fluttering your lashes.

“Well.. I-I mean I ddd-doo want to fuck you its it’s just that… umm. Venom was saying he wanted to fuck you too and it was distracting!” Eddie shouts at the symbiote, trying to get him in trouble and not fully knowing what to say. This was not what he expected to happen so truth be told he was both really horny and really confused.

With this your eyes widened in excitement as you looked to both of them, eyes finally landing on Eddie. Your devilish smirk now returning.

“Mmmmhh, so the thought of Venom fucking me distracted you, Eddie? Do you often get distracted thinking about what Venom could do to me? Do you like thinking of me like that? Thinking about what I must look like all fucked out. Sweating, screaming, convulsing with pleasure. Do you think about what sounds I’d make?” You taunt him, now grinding into him so hard that your boobs are starting to bounce and you can feel his cock becoming harder and harder under you.

“Or maybe you worry, my darling. Worry that Venom might hurt me, that he might take it far and fuck me too hard that I might get hurt. Is that it baby?” You ask him, now slowing down your thrusts and stroking with his face with both hands on each cheek.

“Well yeh, to both of them.. I mean I want you and so does Venom… and I wonder how you’d be when we fuck you… but also what if you get hurt?” He tells you, voice now becoming more quiet, almost as if he were ashamed.

“I would not hurt her! I just want to fuck her! She’s so delicious and it would be so fun.” Venom interjects, ruining Eddie’s sweet worries.

Getting so worked up from your little taunts, Venoms black inky form begins to take over Eddie’s left hand as he uses it go grab onto your ass, causing you to jump slightly in surprise.

“Venom!” Eddie scolds

“Oh come on, Eddie! She loves it, she wants us, look how desperate and delicious she is.” Venom replies to his friend, his grip on your ass now tighter, his face now closer and his tongue coming out to lick on your neck.

“Is this what you want, baby? You want Venom to fuck you?” Eddie asks, his cock even harder now as he sees his symbiote and his girl about to makeout.

“Fuck yes.” You breathe out as Venom begins to lick over your neck and down to the top of boobs that your tank top isn’t hiding.

Before you get too carried away and before Venom has the chance to take over however you lightly push Venom away and look into Eddie’s eyes.

“I want you Eddie and I want Venom, I love you both and I want both of you to fuck me.” You tell your now sweating and over excited boyfriend.

“Venom, baby, could you go back in Eddie please? I’d like to have time just Eddie and i and then we can have some fun. You be good and don’t talk, just watch us and feel the pleasure I give to Eddie and I promise I’ll scream extra loud for you.” You encourage Venom enticingly as you began to stroke along his inky jaw.

“Okay, you delicious human, but when it’s my turn you won’t have to force a scream, I’ll just make you.” He told you enticingly as his inky form went back into Eddie.

“Are you sure about this, y/n. I mean I want you, im just worried.” Eddie asks you, looking into your eyes nervously as both of his hands now rest on your ass cheeks.

“I’m going to say this plain and simple so you know what I mean. I want to and im going to ride you on this couch right now and im going to love how you feel inside of me and the noises I’ll get you to make, I’ll also love knowing that Venom will be able to feel and see every second of it. Then we’re gonna go to the bedroom and Venom is gonna fuck me, preferably hard and preferably from behind and im going to love that knowing he can make me scream and knowing that you’ll see and hear every minute of it. I want both of you and I love both of you, I trust you and I know Venom won’t hurt me. I also know you’ll be there in case things do get a bit out of hand. Please let me have both of you, Eddie.” You tell your very sweet and now very horny boyfriend as you begin to kiss and nip at his neck, already drawing out those beautiful breathy sounds you’ve been dying to hear.

“Okay, okay, th- aaa-hh- that- gah- sounds good.” He manages to moan out as your nips turn into bites, now stroking his cock through his sweats.

With his confirmation and approval you make quick work of stripping down completely naked. Quickly you run to your bag and grab a condom that you had been keeping on you for cases such as these. Jumping back on Eddie’s lap you help him take off his shirt and get out of his pants.

“Fuck, you are absolutely gorgeous.” Eddie tells you, his accent now very thick and husky as his hands begin to grope at your breasts, hips, waist, ass and pretty much any other skin he can grab at.

“You’re not so bad yourself. You ready to fill me up, Eddie? Let me ride you and I can make you feel so good.” You flirt as you begin to roll the condom onto his impressive sized cock, now rubbing his head at the entrance of your warm and soaking wet pussy.

It only took a sweet little nod from Eddie for you to slam your hips down, both of you letting out loud simultaneous moans. Your hands suddenly flung to his shoulder and the back of his head, pulling hard on his short hair.

His hands flung to your hips, squeezing them tight as he met your thrusts, fucking into you hard and fast. You rode him as hard as you could, the pleasure coursing through you being long over due.

God he stretched you out so good, you couldn’t help but lean your head and chest all the way back, using your grip on his neck for leverage. Eddie saw this new position as a perfect chance to take one of your nipples into his mouth as one of his hand went to your other breasts groping them.

One thing Eddie and Venom had in common was that they both wanted to grab at you. Venoms deep moan rang in Eddie’s head, spurring him on to fuck into you hard and grab at you more roughly.

Suddenly you pushed him to sit back into the couch, forcing his mouth to leave your nipple. Both hands dug into his hair as you attacked his mouth in a hot kiss. Clawing at each other, tongues and teeth passionately going at each other.

Feeling yourself getting closer you push Eddie’s face into your neck as you begin to ride him harder and harder. His teeth nipping into your skin as one of your hands holds the back of the couch and your other reaches between the both of you rubbing your clit.

“Oh god, Eddie I’m so fucking close. You’re fucking me so good.” You moan and whine into his ear, feeling that familiar tingle across your body and the pressure build up inside you.

“Mmhhmm, fuck baby I’m gonna cum. You feel so fucking good. God your pussy grabs my dick so fucking tight. Aaa-h! Come on, baby, cum for me, cum on my cock.” He growls into your ear, fucking into you hard as his grip on your ass tightens.

As if by command your pussy clenches around his cock and your heads thrown back with a load screaming moan as the pressure builds inside you and cum all over his cock. Your tight pussy clenching around him was all Eddie needed as he holds onto you as tight as he can, growling into your ear as his orgasm follows soon after.

You’re both holding onto each other panting and placing sweet kisses onto each others skin that you can reach. You don’t get much time to rest however as Eddie’s body is taken over by the black inky aliens form. As soon as he’s fully taken over he quickly pulls you off his lap and onto your feet. Flipping you around so your back is roughly shoved up against his inky front, his clawed hands wrapping around your centre.

“My turn, sweet thing.” He whispers deeply, voice dripping with dominance as his large tongue comes out and licks from your ear, down your neck and all the way over your tit and nipple, making you shudder from pure arousal.

“Go to the bedroom and wait for me on the bed. You wanted me to fuck you from behind. Go ahead and wait for me with your tasty ass up in the air for me.” He says quickly letting you go and pushing you forward with a nice smack to your ass.

You ran to the bedroom with a giggle as fast as you can, pretty much diving onto the mattress. You push your head comfortably on the pillows, pushing your ass back and spreading your knees nice and wide, making sure they had a nice view of your ass and pussy.

Despite Venom being so large you didn’t hear him approach, you only knew he was there when one of his large hands grab at your ass, big inky fingers stroking through your pussy.

You jump at the sudden feeling of the aliens colossal hand on you. You let let at out a moan and push back even further as Venom positions himself behind you.

“You look absolutely delicious but I wonder how delicious you taste.” The large alien groaned to you, moaning as his large tongue made its way to your pussy, licking and lapping you up several times, leaving you shaking and groaning.

“Mmmhh, sweet thing. I know you wanted me to fuck you and I will but I need to taste you properly before I can fuck you, my little pet.” Venoms giant hands squeezing at your hips and waists. His hands were so large they covered from just under your breasts all the way to the middle of your ass cheeks.

“I taste yummy, Vee?” You ask him, feigning innocence as you wiggle your ass against him.

Your acting causing him to chuckle and earning you a slap to your ass.

“That’s what I said, sweet girl. Now let me eat you up. Not literally, Eddie.” Venom says causing you to giggle.

He quickly flips you over and puts your comparative tiny legs over his giant shoulders.

“Eddie worries about you, he think I’ll hurt you, pet. I think you’d like that. You’re a little tasty slut and you want me to throw you around, be too tough.” He teases you as tendrils begin to come out of his inky form and begin to pinch and squeeze are your nipples, making you moan out to him.

“Yes, Vee, I’m your slut, baby. Please taste how sweet I am and fuck me, hard and rough.” You tell him sweetly, digging your heels into his massive shoulders and grinding into the air between you and him.

He chuckled as his massive tongue comes out and gives your pussy a nice big lick. Using is big wet tongue he ate you up like the delicious treat you are. Paying extra close attention to your clit as his tongue lapped you up, making your head spin with pleasure and delight.

After an eternity of pleasure his tongue now entered your pussy, pushing and licking at that spot inside you that made your toes curl and your head spin. He used more inky tendrils to play with your clit as he began to fuck your with his tongue. You could feel yourself reaching your second orgasm of the evening.

You scream out in ecstasy as the pleasure became too much for you and you came hard, squirting all over Venoms face.

Venom quickly came up from between your legs with a happy growl. He used his massive hand to quickly pin your small arms above your head. Growling again he pushed his big tongue down your throat, making you suck on it and moan out, this almost being his way of making out with you. It felt like the hottest make out session you’d ever had mixed with deepthroating a huge cock.

As his massive tongue pumped in and out of you, it’s hard thrusts pinning your head down. You could feel his large veiny cock between your legs push through your pussy. While he pushed in quite slowly, it still felt a little too much.

Sensing your discomfort he removed his tongue from your mouth, leaving your breath heavy and your head dizzy. Knowing you’d most likely want to touch him he also released your arms from above your head. Once they were released you place them gently on his big shoulders

“Come on, my sweet little snack, you can take my cock. I know you wanted to be fucked from behind but I can’t help but love being able to see you, your sweet delicious face. Now come on, sweet thing, take my cock.” He gently begins to enter you as his inky tendrils come out again, wrapping around your nipples and clit. The pleasure from this tendrils pinching, squeezing and massaging you was enough to distract you until the pain between your legs turned into a great pleasure.

It didn’t take long until he’d hoisted your legs up on his massive shoulders, thighs reaching almost to your shoulders as he thrusted into you, hard, fast and powerfully.

“There you go, sweet thing. Taking my cock! I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the day Eddie and I saw you. God you make us feel so good. Eddie’s in here too and he loves how you feel, sweet thing.” He growled right next to your ear, giant tongue coming out.

“Venom im gonna cum! Aaaahh! Fuck your cocks gonna split me in half.” You loudly whined out as he continued to fuck into you harder and faster.

It was only a few more hard strokes before a loud scream was ripped from you and pleasure exploded within you. You’re eyes rolled back as your whole body began to shake and you were gone.

By the time you came to it was Eddie who was holding you, engulfed in his big safe arms. Your head still dizzy and dumb from the pleasure your large alien had ripped from you.

“There you are, darling.” Eddie said to you softly as you slowly raised your head and he began to stroke your hair.

“You both fucked me good.” Was all you managed to say dumbly as you gently stroke his chest hair.

“Yeh, we did darling.” He lightly chuckled to as he stroked your body.

“You just go to sleep, sweet thing.” Venom said as he appeared through Eddie’s face.

You lightly smiled as you slowly drifted off.

#venom #venom imagine #venom x reader #Eddie brock #Eddie brock imagine #Eddie brock x reader #marvel #marvel imagine

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 1 month

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Can I request Mammon reacting to Reader who is always scolding him for being rude in general especially he said only he can save him or she should die but she would defend him whenever he's wronged or persuade Lucifer to change his punishment for something more suitable for his actions? He tried to befriend her multiple times while still being rude & dishonest that she snapped at him that he either be honest with her or leave her alone? With a happy ending please!

His Usual Tactics {Mammon}

A/n: thank you for requesting, I hope you like it.

I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL DEFENDING MAMMON AND NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER DEFENDING THE REST OF THE BROTHERS WHEN IT COMES TO DEALING WITH HIS BEHAVIOUR AND TRAUMA.

Pairing: Mammon x fem!reader

Trigger Warning:

A small warning about the demon who was supposed to protect you would have been nice; though judging from the rest of the brothers' reactions, you should have expected how everything would eventually play out.

Things in the beginning were awkward, for you at least. Mammon would often ignore you, sometimes taunt you because of your human lineage and the list went on. At first you thought it was just you, but you soon found out that he was like that with pretty much everyone.

But not once during the time you were staying in the Devildom had he left you behind. You had to give it to him, he never forgot about you. He was always on time -if being exact thirteen minutes late could be considered on time- and overall, despite his bad behaviour, he was attentive and present when the others weren't that much.

This was the sole reason why whenever Lucifer called him to his office to punish him, you would usually try to deal with the demon of pride for a better punishment; a more lenient one. More often than not, he had gotten away from being strapped to the ceiling in exchange of cleaning up everyone's bathrooms. Was this more pleasant? You couldn't really tell but you definitely slept better at nights knowing that the brothers weren't picking on him while he was upside down.

Unlike him, whenever something bothered you, you spoke up and this had led to many late nights staying up with him, dissing the entire Devildom. Those somewhat rare moments were the best moments in the Devildom for you.

Because, you see, Mammon was never calm. It seemed as if it was in his nature to be snappy and rude and mean and he always snapped at you, never apologising unless told so by Lucifer.

From his point of view, however, Mammon was trying. He was doing his best to prove himself to Lucifer that he could carry out any task no matter the difficulty level. In this situation the task was protecting you.

And at the end of the day, having tolerated his brothers and their behaviour for so many years (after their fall to the Devildom), all he knew was being mean and rude. Plus, sometimes the stress of gambling and being caught by Lucifer was too much.

Every night though, Mammon made it a goal to go over the day in his head. Not everything, just the important parts which always included you and where did he go wrong during gambling.

Tonight was no different and after he kicked off his shoes, he allowed himself to fall back on his white couch since the three steps walk from the couch to the bed was a bit too much for him. Today's events were no different: him taking the ice cream from your hands because he couldn't quite tell you that he had read on one of Satan's books that too much ice cream was no good for humans, him telling you that the brown shirt you were trying on in the shop was the worst shirt he had ever seen since he couldn't really say that he preferred the light blue one you had tried earlier on...

It didn't take long for him to get angry. He couldn't understand why on Hell you couldn't realise that he cared for you and apart from his tiny tiny crush on you, he wanted to repay you for all the light punishments he had received this week. You were being so stubborn and had dared to even tell him to never talk to you again unless he was going to fix his behaviour.

Talking like that to the Great Mammon was almost a criminal offence in his mind.

And if you couldn't understand what he was saying, he would force you to understand.

Having changed in his grey sweatpants and white tank top, he rose from the couch and headed all the way to the library. Five minutes later, he was knocking on your door so impatiently he actually made it obvious that he was the one knocking.

"What?" You answered the door and it was painfully clear that he was the last demon you wanted to see today.

Without saying a word, he forced the book in your hands and took out his phone. "Go to page 4587 and read the last paragraph." He rolled his eyes.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned against the doorframe and searched for the page he told you. "Large amounts of sugar can result to rotten teeth..." You read out loud and then raised your eyes to look at him.

"This is you with the brown shirt and this is you with the blue shirt." He swiped between the two pictures Asmo had taken of you and had sent to the group chat. "You may not believe me human since Asmo is the one fixed on beauty and shit but I am the model in this family and brown? It wears you out."

You just blinked, unable to find an answer for him. Slowly, you stepped to the side and with a nod you urged him inside your room.

"What are ya going to scold me again?"

"You could have been a little nicer." You set the book on your desk and walked to the closet, taking out the light blue shirt. "The brown one was indeed hideous," you let out a chuckle and put the shirt back.

Mammon stood there a little confused. To begin with, he hadn't expected you to answer the door without him having to break in. And you weren't yelling at him, something that the past few days had become quite regular.

"My brothers will make fun of me." He finally said and took a seat on your bed. "It's not like I don't care about you human. That 300 Grimm you found yesterday? I placed them there but my point is... I am tired of being made fun of for... being me."

Before leaving that room, Mammon had made a deal with himself: he was the Great Mammon and if he were going to say something to you, he would do so while looking at you in the eyes. And he was actually doing just that.

"I can... tolerate that," you chuckled and sat next to him. "Only when we are in front of the others and without any harsh words."

"Nah... I'll just... tell them. I am their older brother and I deserve respect. I've done more than enough to earn it." Deciding that this was enough for the day and that he could always confess his actual love tomorrow, Mammon stood up and looked at you. "How about we steal Goldie again?"

"I'll cover for you."

Mammon wasn't mean and rude and you knew this. All those late nights you had spent with him had made you realise that he was far from that. He was sensitive, funny, energetic, fun to listen to and so much more than a gambling addict and all the other insults his brothers used on him.

You had forgiven him silently, in your head time and time again and you would continue to do so because there were times when he would slip up and apologise without realising it. Besides, he was making progress slowly but steadily and you loved being a witness to that.

#mammon x reader #mammon obey me x reader #mammon obey me #mammon x reader angst #mammon angst #obey me mammon #om! mammon #writing #anime and manga #anime #manga #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me

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teenandbeyond · 1 year

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Feel free to ignore this if you are busy but may I pls request a part 2? For Lord Beerus X God of Life Male Reader?? Just sweet domestic and romantic stuff, maybe the Z Fighters accidentally finding out about the relationship and shenanigans ensures??

Beerus x M. God of Life Reader pt. 2

And here I am. Making a part 2. I kinda lost my flow but wanted to continue xD

Leh goooo!

Want more from me? Masterlist, baby

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🥢Chaos & Love🥢 (DBS or Dragon ball Super)

Warning(s): Fluffy as a pillow, Mxm (but duh bc the title), I DID not edit 😭😭

You just want to be with Beerus in peace, why must these earthlings bother your peace yet again?

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It's a little ironic that you're the God of Life, but never found domestic behavior something you wanted to experience.

Well, until you met him.

The God of Destruction.

Something else ironic that you never thought you'd like.

Just this morning, you woke up to another body draped over yours.

It still takes a little getting used to after centuries of being alone, too busy to have an actual relationship.

And when you tried to get up to make a stop at your house, those arms weren't letting you go anywhere.

"Beerus. I need to go to my realm-" "-No. You're warm," he muttered in his sleep. You didn't want to be rude and make him cold with your absence...wow, he's making you too soft.

Not that you really cared.

You simply made a compromise. You took him with you.

His legs were wrapped around your hips, chin tucked into your shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around you as you navigated through your house. Grabbing what you needed with one hand.

"My clingy little baby," you mutter after a while, smiling to yourself. "Shut up."

He couldn't help that you were so warm and comfy.

"Hey [Name], can you grab my shirt?" Beerus half-heartedly mumbled, lazily pointing in a direction. "That's my shirt." "Same difference, I wear it more than you do anymore. Grab it, please. I want it," he whined with grabby hands.

At some point, he finally decides to wake up...

...only to hug your waist as you make lunch

You don't question his clingy-ness, usually, when you leave for your job for a while, he's extra clingy when you come back.

But you jump when his stationary hands begin to move.

"Beerus! D-don't do that when I have a knife in my hand."

"Lose it, then," he purrs.

Later that day, after those activities and lunch, Whis approaches you both in the woods.

You hardly looked over from Beerus's lap and he didn't bother to open his eyes from their relaxed state.

"Yes, Whis?"

"It seems Bulma has invited us to try Earth delicacies again. Would you like to accept her invitation?"

"Depends on what it is."

It was a good enough offer for Beerus to go.

Well, that, and you mentioned a curiosity about Earth food.

Beerus told you about it the whole way, quite pleased to feel like an expert.

Although the meeting was a little awkward.

Upon arriving, Beerus and Whis went ahead.

And when you caught up with them, you met eyes with Goku first.

Considering the last time you met, you weren't surprised he was suddenly tense.

Which made his other friends tense, one even rose their power level a bit.

Which made you laugh, loudly, "How adorable."

"L-Lord [Name]!"

You titled your head at the Saiyan a little shorter than him, "Ah, you know my commonly known title, young Saiyan?"

"Lord Beerus, look behind you!"

"You idiots, he's not a threat. He's with me!"

"I will not hurt you, earthlings, not unless you give me a reason to—Now, where is this pudding, Beerus spoke of?"

You tried a few dishes of Earth, though your speed of eating was much slower than the other non-humans. You preferred to savor your food.

And because Beerus kept feeding you some of his food.

"Here, try this, [Name]," he offered a...something.

"Sweetheart, let me try one thing at a time, okay?" but because you were whipped, you opened your mouth to try it.

"'Sweetheart'? Lord Beerus, I didn't know were with someone," Bulma hummed as she brought more food.

"Why do you sound like you're in such disbelief?!" Beerus growled.

"Wait-you both are together?"

"Goku, who asked you to snoop into our conversation?" Bulma barked across the room.

And after that...all hell broke loose.

"How did you guys...?" "When did you guys...?"

Beerus just yawned.

"I don't see Beerus being the date type."

"What even is a date?" He asked you. A shrug.

Cue the gasps from the ones who cared And now they were planning a date, great.

While they were busy planning some date, Beerus dozed off of you while you read a book.

It was peaceful until voices started to rise.

"You can't just ask the God of Life to spar with you, Kakarot!"

"But you said he's more powerful than Lord Beerus! I want to see that power for myself!" he whined.

"All you men want to do is fight!"

"But it'd be so cool!"

Your gaze flickered down when Beerus shifted, then up to the group ahead of you.

"Hey."

Their heads snapped over to you, the calmest voice of all, yet the most intimidating.

"Beerus is taking a nap. Stop all that yelling for no reason. If you wake him up I'm going to be pissed. And you don't want that. Even Beerus couldn't stop me if that happened."

"Someone's protective," Whis teased behind a hand.

"S-shut up," you scoffed, focusing on your book again.

Until you heard the words.

"We set up a date for you, two..."

#dbs x reader #dbs beerus #beerus #beerus x reader #beerus x male reader #fluff #dbs fluff #dbz fluff #dbz x reader #dbz beerus

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formulafootball66 · 1 year

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the 1 - jude bellingham

a/n: second fic! thank you for your sweet comments, your likes and your follows! ps! i snuck in some taylor swift references, from her song the 1! pairing: jude bellingham x reader warning: language, mention of sex wordcount: 2000 summary: jude never seemed to like you, but you can’t get him off of your mind, since that one time thing. then one night everything changes.

part two is on my profile

It’s so hard to concentrate on doing your job when he is watching. His full concentration on you. He’s in the field. You’re on the sideline. You feel his eyes burning in your back. No doubt he’s thinking of possible insults. It doesn’t even bother you anymore, you’re used to him being so rude.

But you persist and resist to ask him that one question: if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? Did everything what happened in the parking lot still affect him? Did it mean nothing, or is it reason he’s treating you like that?

While wondering about this question, you feel yourself thinking about the day it all went down.

It was your first day of work. You had everything planned out. Your outfit, which water bottle you would take with you, which shoes were the nicest, which make up you’d wear. Everything was supposed to go perfect. It’s working for Borussia Dortmund, you had to not mess this up. You needed the money as an exchange student from England.

But it already went wrong the second you parked your car. A car honked at you and the driver opened his window. “Yo, that’s my spot! Get the fuck out of there!” He yelled, pissed and overreacting. You decided to just park in another spot, not wanting to ruin your first day.

You hoped that you wouldn’t have to see that asshole again. Trying to not be bothered by the rude boy, you walked into the stadium. You found your new workspace, slowly but surely, and the coach and manager greeted you. Their English was funny, they had a thick German accent. They told you what they expected from you and what you’re supposed to do today.

After a good thirty minutes they tell you to go meet the team. You nodded excited to meet the team you’ll working with.

When you walked into the gym area, you immediately saw him. He noticed you too, while doing some fitness exercise, which you didn’t what was called. Your eyes wandered over his body, sweaty and gleaming. Is this how that boy looks after a heavy workout? Is this what he would like after sex?

Fuck! You weren’t supposed to think that. An asshole like him didn’t deserve to look like he was sculpted by a God himself. You stopped looking when you saw he was about to say something.

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

“Bro, you know her?” A blond guy asked.

“She tried to steal my parking spot this morning,” he said, clearly still holding a grudge over something. It shouldn’t be that big of deal.

The coach gives him a stern look. “Jude Bellingham, no need to be rude. Boys, meet Y/N, our new photographer for social media. Y/N meet the boys you’ll be working with.” Feeling so many eyes on you, you felt uncomfortable.

“Uh, hi?” You tried, on hoping it would be less awkward.

Millions of voices said back a quick greeting.

“So, Y/N, why don’t you get started now. You already have your stuff, and we need photos of the players keeping themselves fit.” The coach said and you nodded. Okay, all you needed to do is take a couple pictures of these guys. Then your eyes wandered over the room once more. Oh god, how did you only realize that half of the team was shirtless?

The coach said his goodbye and I was left alone. You felt trapped in the lion’s den. But oh well, you needed to do your job.

So, there you were, moving around the place following the players everywhere. You definitely took a few good shots and you had edited them to look even better. You just didn’t want to mess anything up. The only thing that was messed up was Bellingham giving you snarky remarks every second.

At the end of the workday, you were exhausted. When the coach came up to you and he told you to get to the meeting room, you were scared. Were the photos you turned in not good enough?

Everyone was in the room, the team, the coaches and the social media team and some other staff members. You felt Jude’s eyes on me, watching every move.

“So, we just wanted to walk through your best photos. For the opinions of the social team and the players, alright?”

You felt nervous, were they all here for you? You nodded and the woman who leads the social media team opens her PowerPoint. You nervously played with the necklace hanging around your neck.

Everything went right and commentary on the photos was mostly positive, so you were very pleased with yourself.

“Now, we are going to show you our favorite picture of today. This shot will probably make all the girls go crazy. This is a perfect photo!” The woman said, in English with a thick German accent.

And, oh God, you immediately knew about which photo she was talking. She showed the next slide and there it was.

A picture of Jude throwing water over himself while he was shirtless.

He looks at me with a smirk and mouths “I knew you were staring”.

You shook your head and blush. Damn it, don’t let this boy affect you!

The younger players let out a whistle. “Bro, that’s a good one. Some many girls will lose their shit! Like you could meet some woman on the internet, show here this picture, and take her home!”

He didn’t say anything. He was still looking at you.

The manager closed off the meeting and everyone went home. But when you were about to step into my car, someone held you back.

“Y/N, wait a minute. Come on, I’ll make it count.” You turned your head around, probably faster than you should’ve. Jude. You close the door of my car and stood in front of it.

He looked you in the eyes, having to look down, because he’s mad tall. “I bet you enjoyed seeing that, huh? Bet you imagined all kind of things about me.”

“What are you talking about? I was just doing my job!” You said in your defense, but you have none.

“And I bet you thought about kissing me.” Now he was really pushing it too far. Sure, you thought he was attractive, but kissing? With him and his rude personality?

“I didn’t- “

“Because I know I did.” He said, before slamming his lips on yours. You let out a gasp and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue in. With his arm around your body, he slightly pushed against the car. You finally gave in to the kiss, your tongues swirling around each other. You let out a groan when you felt his hand on your ass. Your hands traveled up to his hair and you pull him closer. This earns you a groan from him. The kiss was getting more passionate by the minute.

After what felt like hours, he broke the kiss. “Even better than I imagined.” He winks and walks away, leaving you speechless.

It feels unreal to think about this again. Like he never said to you that he wanted to kiss me. Like he actually kissed you. You realized your thoughts were far away, so you focus on doing your job again.

Working for Borussia Dortmund was really exciting, but so tiring. You’ve been working as the team’s photographer for 6 months now. It is really a dream come true. It’s a shame that it is way less enjoyable with Jude around.

You promised yourself to not think about him again. You focused back on the important match. FC Koln versus Dortmund. Right now, Dortmund was in the lead, with 0-1, due to the goal of Julian Brandt and the assist of Bellingham. You got a couple of good shots of the celebration of the goal and their extremely focused faces.

You hear the familiar whistle, announcing that the first half is over. The team is pretty positive. Sure, that they could win this match.

But it all went down when FC Koln made two goals in 3 minutes. The boys haven’t lost faith in this game yet, but it looks worse and worse for them. Dortmund is surely trying to get back, and Jude even has a shot on target. The shot was sadly blocked. He is clearly mad about it. He looks at you, and you capture a picture of this slightly enraged Bellingham.

A while later, around the 71” minute of the game, the opposite team scores again. 3-1. Oh shit. Then a miracle happened. Benno Schmitz, from FC Kohn, scores an own goal! There was a bit of hope again for Dortmund.

But after 10 minutes the ending signal sounds. We lost. The guys clearly look upset. After a pep talk from the coach to the team and you editing the photos, you had taken today, you return to the hotel.

Back in your hotel room, you just chill for a bit. Replying to e-mails, checking the website of the club to see your photos, eating in the restaurant downstairs. At about eleven you were going to bed.

But your moment of peace, was the disturbed by a loud knock on your door. You groan and put on robe, who the hell comes here at this hour? 2 a.m. really?

You open the door and see Jude. “The fuck?” You let out, not knowing what to do. He just walks in straight to your bed, but then not walking straight at all.

“You’re drunk.” You state.

“That’s your fault.” He says, letting himself fall onto my bed. What the fuck is going on? How is it my fault that he’s drunk?

“It’s because you’re so pretty. I can’t stop looking at you, did you know you look really cute when you’re all focused on your camera?” He said with a big smile on his face, but that later turned into a pout. “You made me miss. You looked so pretty.”

Okay, now you’re really confused, is he being honest? You know what they say, drunken words are a sober mans thoughts. Did he really think that? And if he did, why did you still care? “And here I was thinking you hated me,” you said, trying to get more information out of him.

“No!’ He speaks. “You’re just so perfect, I can’t focus if you’re around. So, it’s easier to pretend like I don’t like you!”

God, he talked to me like I was a toddler, saying it like it is the most obvious thing ever. But it isn’t, why does he say this shit? If he wanted you, he really should’ve shown! Not by treating you like the worst thing to ever happen to him. You just feel so confused, definitely feeling something for this boy. Maybe this was all a drunken lie, but the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t hear anything from it.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room,” you told him, looking at his state.

“No! Please, I want to stay with my girl!”

And goddamn, if your heart didn’t fluttered at hearing those words. The butterflies are going crazy too. It felt too good to be true.

“Fine, you can stay. Only because I am not able to carry you back to your room.” Your reason was pretty good, but you knew it was not completely true. He nods excitedly and takes of his shirt.

“Hold up, what are you doing?” You say, but you can’t your eyes raking over his body. This man is so fine.

“I’m getting comfy!” He puts himself to bed, laying under your blankets. “Don’t be shy, come lay with me, I’m tired!” Like it was his cue, he yawned. You join him but stay close to your side of the bed.

And none of them will ever know how they ended up tangled with each other, sleeping peacefully in each others’ arms. What they do know is that things will never be the same again.

#jude bellingham #jude bellinghak x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham fluff #football fanfic #football imagine #i'm so happy how this turned out omg

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Look what you made me do. Part 2 Eris x Reader

Plot: Eris is your mate, and when you’ve tried your hardest of a long week to see himself and Nesta dancing together, you run away.

Warnings: ANGST

“Oh I see that I’m interrupting” you looked between Elain and Lucien who were sat on the sofa with tea and biscuits sat on a platter in front of them.

“No, no it’s fine Y/N. What’s wrong!” Elain asks sensing her friends distress.

“Your stupid brother is out there dancing with your even more stupid sister” you answered flopping down next to Elain who moved a little closer to Lucien.

“And why does it bother you that Eris is with Nesta?” Lucien asked his eyebrows raised towards you!

“Because Nesta is a female with a mate and she was out there with Eris in front of Cassian who looked like he’d just had his heart torn out” you reasoned not wanting to admit the truth just yet.

“That’s not the whole reason though is it. I think Lucien wants to know why it bothers you so much that it’s Eris of all people?” Elain says softly while pouring some more tea in her own cup and adding some to a fresh one seemingly for you.

“E-Eris is my mate” you sigh, looking down hands.

“My retched brother is mates with someone as kind and sweet as you?” Lucien scoffs looking over to Elain in disbelief.

“This isn’t me being rude of nosy, just trying to get my mind off everything but since when was this a thing?” You direct between the two, the last time you and Elain had spoken she’d been more comfortable with Azriel, and was in the mindset that she didn’t need a male. She was just happy being Elain and that was enough for her.

The reason you were so close with Elain was because you were the first person to regard her as that. Elain. Not the cauldrons favourite, not cauldron made, not Feyre and/or Nesta’s sister, not a mated female, not weak, not fearful, not a seer. Just Elain. And she had found comfort in that.

“Well, the mate bond is an interesting thing. I think I was defiant in what I had become and defiant about Graysen not wanting me, so I pushed Lucien away and tried to push feelings onto Azriel. But I started to hurt him, and it was unhealthy what we were doing. There was always this part of me, nagging me about Lucien to the point that it drove me nuts. I came here to talk to him about a month ago” Elain explains.

“So you guys are together?”

“I don’t think I can stay away from him for much longer, I pulled away from the mate bond without rejecting him for too long and that pained us both. I have gotten to know him slowly and I’ve come to enjoy his presence” she smiles softly. Lucien tentatively takes her hands in his, and she makes a bolder move forward leaning in to him, her head resting in the dip of his neck and shoulder.

“I’ve been patient with Elain and now that she has started to warm up to me, the thought alone of being apart from her is too much. I want to show her all around Prythian given the chance” he smiles.

“Elain also let me in on a little secret” he says a now pointed look in his friend.

“Hmmm?” You question.

“I told you, she wasn’t included in this Lucien” Elain murmurs not wanting to drag her friend under a bus she shouldn’t even be under.

“I know but I want to see for myself” Lucien admits, a small huff coming from the smaller woman next to him.

“Did you know I am not a full child of autumn?”

Your head whipped round, not having heard any of this. You looked from Elain, back to Lucien and kept that up until a giggle erupted from Elain.

“Your not actually Eris’ brother?” You asked.

“Full child, Eris and I still share Lady Autumn as a mother however I have a different High Lord and my father” he admits proudly.

“Oh Lords, are you Rhysand’s son? Is that what Azriel refused to tell me and why he kept me away from the dining room when you all were talking?” You ask looking him up and down in shock, nothing of him resembled Rhysand, not that could overpower Beron.

“No? Why the mother would you … never mind just use that brain of yours, please” he asks appalled you could ever think he had a connection to Rhys beyond friends.

“Hellion?!” You asked, you had met him on many occasions, purely on professional matters of course… but you had helped him when you though there was a mole within the day court.

“Yes, Hellion is my father. Elain and I have met him and explained our situation that your lovely friends back in the night court voted on not telling me… so while my brother Eris is off finding his mate and making plans with the night court to rid his father so he can become High Lord, im here finding out my whole childhood in the Day Court was robbed of me” he explains and your head shoots up.

“I’m sorry they didn’t tell you Lucien, really. Does he know?” You ask

“Yes when I was told Elain came with me. I spoke to him about it and I want Beron dead for what he did to my mother. I think Eris does too, which may explain why he was with Nesta tonight” Lucien says with a thoughtful look in his head.

“Why would he need Nesta to destroy Beron” you enquire, you were so confused at all these revelations coming forward.

“Not to destroy him, to distract him so Eris can have you kill him” he smiles, a look on his face as if he’s just worked it all out.

Eris was in fact being in a good male, he was trying to become high lord to do right by his court. Make his mate happy, his mother happy, his brothers happy including Lucien and most importantly to make himself happy.

“Why would I have to kill him?”

“Because if Eris kills him he won’t get the title of high lord. It will go to another brother” he sighs.

“Why wouldn’t he tell me though if that is the case?”

And with that question left hanging in the air, you Elain and Lucien set out for the Day Court, you didn’t realise but you’d actually interrupted Lucien moving out of his human house he owned with Vassa and Jurian.

You helped them get al the way to the day court, you hoped that this would be the last place anyone would look for you. Nobody did for a while it was just you and Elain exploring the court while Hellion and Lucien came to terms with everything about this move.

You guys helped the gardeners where Elain showed you the differences in certain medicinal flowers and you taught Elain stealth and how to stalk around unheard, something you’d learnt being as close to Azriel as you were.

“I think you should go back and talk to everyone about why they kept things from you” you admitted to Lucien, you yourself had time to think about what had gone down over the last few weeks and you were sad that not only had your friends lied to Lucien, but they’d also lied to you.

“I was thinking that too, Elain has been desperate to see her sister, and who am I to deny my lady that” he smiles back to you.

With that you left Hellion with smiles and a promise to return and winnowed straight to the Night Court.

The three walked into the house of wind at dinner, everyone around the tables already eating not having expected extra company.

What you expected to see was Rhysand and Feyre at opposing ends, Nesta on her own a seat away from Cassian and Mor, Az and Amren opposite side. However seeing Eris tucked on Nesta’s other side and Cassian on her other side, inching closer by the second.

“Good evening lairs” you announced loudly, smiling at each one of them, you pulled a seat out for Elain and Lucien who sat opposite each other on Rhysands end of the table.

“What ever do you mean by lairs Y/N” Rhysand asks, and everyone cocks a head.

“Just that you voted on not telling Lucien that his father is in fact the high lord of the day court. And the fact that you shunned me from the vote” you explain a grit in your teeth like sandpaper, so angry at your friends from keeping such things from you.

“Eris” you grin nodding to him. Having seen him start to move his mouth open and closed like a fish out of water, attempting to say something to you.

“So you found out?” Feyre asks sheepishly.

“Lovely Elain here told me”

“You did something to her and coaxed it out of her” Azriel’s argues making you step forward to protect Lucien and Elain, even if against your closest and best friend in the whole of Pyrthian.

“No she didn’t, her heart is pure. She didn’t think you were right, which you weren’t by the way” he smirks a thankful look send Elain’s way that had her smiling back at him.

“Can we talk … please in the hallway” Eris asks making a small laugh come from you.

“Now you want to talk?”

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DannyMay Day 9 - Ghost Zone

this one kind of got thrown together at the last minute, whoops

Words: 1,257

Summary: The A-listers manage to get themselves trapped in the Ghost Zone. Good thing the Prince is with them! Sadly, said Prince is about two seconds away from having a conniption over the whole thing. (FFN)

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“If this is where ghosts are supposed to live, I’m never gonna die. This place is so boring.”

Danny gritted his teeth. Don’t snark back, don’t snark back, he told himself in a desperate attempt to keep from lashing out at Paulina’s comment.

It would be a heck of a lot easier if she and the rest of the A-list cronies would quit making jabs at his kingdom.

“The dead have feelings too, you know,” he said, failing to keep the sass out of his voice.

Well. At least he could say he tried.

Ashley sniffed. “I’m with Pauli. You’d think with all those cool powers and stuff, they’d live somewhere more interesting.”

“Yeah! I mean why else do they keep trying to take over the world?” Dash added. “Probably ‘cause our world is better.”

It took every ounce of Danny’s self-restraint to stop himself from whirling around with blazing green eyes and dishing out a strongly worded lecture about just how rude they were being at this point.

Except if he did that, they would undoubtedly have questions about the eyes and why he was being so defensive of the ghosts. Not to mention he was still getting a hang of the whole Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms thing, and he didn’t know if he could keep from accidentally summoning the crown and ring in such a high-emotion state. So yeah, probably not the smartest idea.

Still though, they needed to shut their mouths before someone overheard them and decided to teach them their own lesson. He liked to think that no ghost would be so stupid as to attack a group of humans, especially with him right there, but ghosts had a bit of a tendency not to think things through, particularly in situations that involved personal matters. And disrespect towards their home definitely constituted a personal matter.

Danny inhaled deeply. “You guys do realize you’re basically doing the equivalent of walking into someone else’s house and insulting it, right?”

“What? I thought you said those doors led to their homes,” Kwan said. He genuinely seemed confused as he looked back and forth.

Don’t snark back, don’t snark back. “I didn’t say it was exactly the same, it’s just similar. You - ugh, we are guests here. The least you can do is be civil and not get us attacked!”

“Ay, cállate, loser!” Paulina chided. “Maybe if you hadn’t messed us up with that invention, this wouldn’t be a problem in the first place!”

Ancients, Danny wished Sam and Tucker were here. Or even Jazz. “Or, and I’m just throwing out options here, if you hadn’t been messing with a dangerous weapon you knew nothing about, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” he shot back.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten. Another deep breath later, he said, “Look. All we have to do is get somewhere safe so we can contact someone to come get us. Once we’re there, you guys can say whatever you want, alright? I won’t even try and stop you.” He felt a little childish as he continued to stomp along the path, but he was at the end of his rope. He’d been trying to guide them through the Realms on foot and without flaunting his secret, though it was much easier said than done. At this point, he couldn’t be bothered to maintain his poise.

Dale and Dash jogged to catch up with him, to which he rolled his eyes. The jerks just had to be at the front of the pack.

“What makes you think you can stop us from doing anything, Fen-toenail?” Dash jeered.

“Um, guys?” Star said nervously from behind Danny, though he didn’t really register it. He was too busy being mad and trying to keep his crown and ring from manifesting.

“I still don’t know why we’re even following you in the first place,” Dale added, apparently also not having heard Star. “How do we even know you’re going the right way? We’ve been walking for hours! Knowing you, you’re probably just leading us in circles.”

Danny scoffed. “Trust me, if I could get us out of here and me away from you any sooner, I would. What would I get from keeping you here?”

“Guys,” Star said again, this time with more force. The three boys at the front of the group did not notice her still.

“Please! I bet you think this is hilarious! Your stupid little friends are probably watching us right now laughing their butts off!”

What little remained of Danny’s patience snapped. He felt his ring fizzle into existence around his middle finger and frost begin to circle his head. Turning on the two football players with his finger pointed at them, he growled, “You wanna know something? I-”

“Danny!” Star screeched as his foot suddenly landed on thin air. Gracelessly, he flailed his arms, trying to regain his footing, but it was too late. He fell off the path and tumbled into the green void. The other A-listers immediately began screaming in horror in harmony with Star.

Even as he fell, Danny managed to roll his eyes. Overdramatic jerks, he thought ruefully, though he was surprisingly pleased to hear Dash’s high-pitched shriek emerge out of the cacophony.

Then he remembered he was falling and, to these humans, that wasn’t a good thing. Instinctively, he tapped into his core, but in a panic not to use his flight in front of the A-listers and being hyper-aware of the ring and crown that had decided to make themselves known, he unintentionally drew upon his connection with the Realms. His core sang out, and the Realms immediately echoed in kind.

He couldn’t help but relax into their fold as they shifted the ambient ectoplasm around him, forming a virtually invisible cushion for him to land in. For a blissful moment, he forgot all about the screaming A-listers still on the path above him and his annoyance towards them. He allowed himself to lose his awareness to the Realms, which were flooding him with the feeling of security. They were all too pleased to show their affection for their Prince, and he was more than happy to return the favor.

Then a particularly forceful cry from Ashley shattered the tranquility.

“What did you do to yourself?” she shouted. She and the others were bent over the edge of the path, staring down at him. He hadn’t fallen far - only about 20 yards or so.

“And what the heck is that on your head?” Kwan demanded.

Danny winced. A glance at his hand confirmed it - his regalia was on full display. He didn’t need to check for the crown; he could feel its chill wrapped around his head.

Except there was another problem. In his panic, he’d forgotten that with the regalia of the Ghost King (or Prince, in his case) came the display of the bearer’s death scar. Clockwork had tried to explain it as a symbol of the King’s strength, endurance, and transparency, but Danny still didn’t understand it completely. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that tradition was tradition, and thus his death scar was in full view. For Pariah Dark, it had been the scar over his one good eye.

Unfortunately for Danny, his lightning scar stood out a lot more than Pariah’s.

He smiled shyly as he looked back up at the gaping A-listers. “This prove I know what I’m doing?” he joked, though he sounded unsure of himself.

Paulina promptly fainted.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #ghost king au #ghost king danny #danny is done with everything #and ghost king danny is literally my fave AU hands down

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creative-kny-fics · 26 days

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Hear me out this might be too much… so u don’t have to!

but I’m craving Lee!giyuu rn so… Lee!giyuu (ofc) and ler!hashiras (all of them excluding giyuu)

I’m patient so take as long as you want on this!! Remember!!! Don’t force yourself!! If you don’t want to, delete it or ignore !! >u<

JAHSJSHJAHSKSHSAJA I missed writing about the e-, I mean I mean, about Giyuu

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Lers: Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa and Iguro Obanai (Gyomei and Muichiro didn't want to participate)

'Am I the only one who has noticed Giyuu's change of mood?', Shinobu frowned as the others nodded.

Shinobu was closer to Giyuu, even closer than Mitsuri, Obanai and Kyojuro or even Sanemi, who had been trying to become his suitor, so she seemed to be the only one who knew Giyuu.

'You really are great observers... Tomioka-San has been happier these days, he is now a little more open and talks a little more, plus he smiles now...-' 'WHAAAAAAT?!', the others shouted, Shinobu definitely spent a lot of time with Giyuu. 'Are you serious Shinobu-Chan?!'

'Yep! I think this is all because of Tanjiro-Kun, he is the second person Tomioka-San spends the most time with. It seems that that boy has helped him come out of his shell... You should see them, I can never help but laugh since he looks like a mother hen with her newborn chick'

Shinobu laughed at the memory, but stopped when the others' gazes focused only on her, apparently they were waiting for Shinobu to stop the "joke", which was not. 'Tsk, that brat is always by Giyuu's side, I'm not surprised that his good humor has rubbed off on him... I wonder why Kocho's humor hasn't rubbed off on him before...'

'And I'm wondering the following. Why it seems that you are more jealous of Tanjiro and me than Shinobu or Obanai, they also spend time with Giyuu-San and it doesn't seem to bother you as much as my and Tanjiro's presence. Besides, you and Giyuu-San are nothing to make you jealous... '

'Tokito, that was rude, apologize to Shinazugawa,' Muichiro rolled his eyes and 'apologized'.

What he said was true, but Gyomei didn't like the way he expressed it, it wasn't an appropriate way of speaking for a child.

Shinobu simply sighed as Sanemi began to scold Muichiro for what he had told him, the only ones who didn't stay a part of it were Mitsuri, Kyojuro and Obanai, who followed her.

'Kocho, if what you say is true, why don't you just prove it? Because I remind you that on one occasion we tried every possible way to make Tomioka smile, and NOTHING helped. Do you think you can then prove that Tomioka can laugh?', Shinobu nodded and led them.

The four hid in some nearby bushes, they were spying on Giyuu, all because of Obanai's idea. 'Well?' What are you waiting for?'

'You're so impatient Iguro-San... But it's okay, I'll go~'

Obanai just looked away for a minute and Shinobu was gone, now she was jumping from branch to branch until she got close to Giyuu and she launched herself so he could catch her, and he did it.

'Tomioka-San! Thanks for catching me! What brings you here~?' 'It's a quiet place, it relaxes me...'

'Ooooh I see! Tomioka-San, forgive me for what I will do...', Giyuu raised an eyebrow in confusion, leaving Shinobu on the ground and then feeling how her small hands caressed his neck.

'This is a waste of time... She's not going to make it!'

'Patience patience Obanai! Let's trust Kocho! She does not-!'

'Shhhhh!', Mitsuri placed her hands on both of their mouths, when they finally quieted he pointed to where Giyuu and Shinobu were.

The three of them couldn't believe it, Giyuu was smiling!

'Awwww what's wrong~? Before when I did this it didn't seem to do anything to you, but now you're laughing!'

'N-no! I'm nohot-! Ko-Kocho!', Giyuu didn't want to laugh, but the smile he had implied many things. 'Aren't you? And what is that that forms on your face? It's not the expression you usually have, it's a little smile~'

Giyuu denied, covering his face with his hands, also finally moving Shinobu away from his neck.

But this wouldn't stop her, taking advantage of the fact that his arms were somewhat raised, she decided to dug into his armpits, looking for a better reaction, and she got it.

'Hehehehehey!! Kohochohoho!! O-okahahay!! I'm smilihihing!!'

'Oh really? I hadn't realized...~'

'Cohomehehe ohohohon!! Thihihis is embahaharrassihihing!!', Shinobu didn't believe it, but she already had what she wanted, so she stopped.

Giyuu shook his head as he caught his breath, making her swear not to say a single word to the others and she nodded.

But, the others had already seen what happened, would that count as a broken promise?

'I can't believe it... She really did it...' 'Woah! Kocho impressed me! Hahahaha! It's amazing, I want to try it too!'

'We shouldn't speak so loudly, they can come and listen to us!', they couldn't, they were too content in his place and didn't want to move for the world.

Mitsuri and Kyojuro couldn't bear the secret, and ended up telling Uzui. What was going to happen to poor Giyuu having those three lers chasing him until they achieved their goal of making him laugh?

Maybe there would be another objective involved, who knows...

'Well, what plan do you have?'

'What if everyone does it individually? If the three of us go together it can be very predictable, don't you think?'

'I totally agree with you Kanroji! So you will have the honors of doing it first!', Mitsuri smiled and nodded.

It took a while to find Giyuu and when she finally found him, she ran over to hug him.

For Giyuu it was normal, the only thing he wanted was for Obanai not to see them, it was always the same "she hugged me" argument, and it may not be so believable anymore.

'Tomioka... There's something weird about you...' 'Really? What could that be "weird"?'

'Your waist...', Giyuu raised an eyebrow, what was wrong with his waist?

Taking advantage of the fact that Mitsuri was hugging him, he used his hands to "caress" his sides with his reverse (left hand on right side and/or right hand on left side), "measuring" Giyuu's waist, who didn't know what to think and laughed out of nerves.

'K-Kahanrohoji! Whahahat-?!'

'I thought Iguro-San's waist was peculiar, but so is yours. Not in a bad way, you look pretty good! Highlight your figure!'

Giyuu didn't know whether to thank her, it was a bit of an awkward situation and if he didn't know Mitsuri, he'd think she was trying to flirt with him, but he knew that was the usual Mitsuri. 'What's so funny, Giyuu~?'

'I dohohohon't knohow!!' 'Aaaaw, are you nervous~? I'm barely doing something and you're laughing~!'

Giyuu covered his red face, it was embarrassing, both because of the situation and because he didn't know why he couldn't stop laughing, Mitsuri was right, she wasn't doing much and he was laughing

'Aaaaw Tomioka-San, you're so cute! So adorable! So giggly! Hey, what's up~? You don't like it when people compliment you? Look at your little red face, it's so cute~!', Mitsuri laughed as Giyuu made a futile effort to get away from her. 'Mit-!! Pleheahase stohohop tahalkihing!!'

'Eeeeh~? Why I should? You know I like to talk! Aaaaaah I'm getting it, is it the baby voice I'm making that's embarrassing you~? It's so cute...~' 'Nohohoho!! Plehahasehe!!'

Mitsuri didn't want to stop, who would? It was such an infectious laugh and yet unexpected and cute at the same time, but she stopped because it seemed like Giyuu would literally die of embarrassment.

'Okahahay! Gosh! Are you okay ?'

'Yehehes... Please don't tell anyone about this...', well, a little late for that.

Mitsuri nodded and after leaving, Giyuu went in the opposite direction, feeling that someone sensed him, he turned around but there was no one.

He shook his head thinking it was part of the shame of what had happened earlier, but when he returned his gaze to the front and continued walking, he shrugged when someone blew a gentle breeze on his neck. 'WHO?! Oh.. Is that you Uzui, what's wrong?'

'I thought it would take you a little longer to detect that it was me, congratulations to you for detecting me earlier!'

Giyuu sighed in relief, he should have known, Uzui is the only one who would do that. 'How was the experience you just had?'

'I-I don't know what you mean...'

'Please Tomioka, you know perfectly well that I have good hearing, don't think I didn't hear when Mitsuri tickled you...'

Well, the "please don't tell anyone" couldn't happen, but Giyuu deduced that Uzui must have been close enough to that place to have heard clearly.

However, Giyuu can almost never complain because he is always interrupted, whether by words or actions, in this case it was an action, Uzui had put a hand on his ribs, poking every 3 seconds or for every word he said.

'I guess you should be grateful that I was the one who listened to you. Can you imagine it would have been someone else? Someone like Iguro Obanai...' 'I-I imagine...'

'Everything okay? Are you cold or something? I feel like you're shaking, why are you hugging your ribs? I repeat the question, are you cold?', Giyuu denied, it was something he hated.

He didn't know he hated that until Sanemi and Obanai did it, he didn't like someone talking to him or the other person while tickling him, LESS, if that included "ignoring" him or pretending like he wasn't being tickled. 'If you're not cold, why-?'

'S-stohop!', Uzui tsked, but it was more like a chuckle than anything else.

Giyuu slapped his arm as he began to use his fingers as claws and began to tickle his ribs, the slap only made Uzui change position, lifting Giyuu off the floor and holding back his laughter as his feet began to try to touch the floor. 'What are you doing?!'

'Daaaah, isn't it obvious? Give you a hug! Have they never hugged you?'

'Why are you lying? You were tickling me! Wait...'

Tengen laughed and Giyuu cursed mentally, as he always fell in Uzui's games, and he knew what was coming, his head started repeating "idiot" as he prepared himself, but something different happened.

'Well, I think you earned your forgiveness. I'll leave you alone because you indirectly admitted that you're ticklish, even though I already knew that hahahaha. Well little one, you're free!', and said and done, Uzui put Giyuu on the ground and ruffled his hair.

Giyuu's brain was trying to recap everything, had Tengen just let him go? He expected something else, I don't know, maybe a raspberry before leaving but nothing, Uzui didn't do anything to him, should he feel disappointed or grateful?. 'Oh right, before I forget!'

'HEY?! AAAAH TEHENGEHEHEN!!'

And... It seems that Giyuu's thought was heard, Tengen picked him up one last time and blew a raspberry on his neck, and before Giyuu saw him, he was already gone.

Well... It could have been worse

'I think there's something really weird here... First Shinobu, although she always does it, it doesn't surprise me, then Mitsuri and now Tengen... I have to assume that the next one will be Rengoku...' 'And you're right my friend!'

Giyuu gasped as Kyojuro hugged him from behind, but one thing led to another and now they were both on the floor. 'Okay, what is this?! Why is everyone tickling me?!'

'The real question is why we should NOT tickle you! We know you like this Giyuu, stop acting strong and smile at life! I'll show you how!'

Oh hell no! Giyuu knew one thing, if Tengen did something, Kyojuro would ALSO do the same move, it was something he deduced when he found himself sitting on Rengoku's lap and Rengoku had hugged him tightly enough so that he didn't run away and it didn't hurt. 'Wait... Rengoku... Let's TAHAHAHALK!!'

'My my! It seems that someone has woken up with a slight sensitivity to raspberries! Hahahaha!', and all Giyuu needed was the damn teasing.

Why did those 4 love to talk to him as if he were a baby or teasing him if he laughed? The answer appeared on their cheeks, probably that blush of embarrassment was what was driving them. 'STOHOHOP THIHIS!!'

'Now?! But we've only just begun! Tomioka, you are a hashira, will you say that this is too much for you?!', Giyuu denied, he didn't care about the raspberries in a certain part, what was worse was the teasing

He couldn't, if Kyojuro started talking to him the way Mitsuri does, he was definitely going to lose everything, luckily Kyojuro wasn't one of the people who did that... Or was he...?

'Tomioka, your cheeks, they are as red as a tomato! No, wait, they're almost the color of the ends of my hair! I think now I understand why they call them 'raspberries', they have the same color as your cheeks!'

'PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!!'

'What's wrong Tomioka?! "Not that"?! What thing?! The raspberries?! The compliments?! The tickles?! Be more specific!'

Kyojuro couldn't help but laugh as Giyuu's head fell onto his shoulders, feeling like it was no longer necessary to hug him.

'Mmmm I see! So you want the tickling to continue but without teasing?! Because if it were the raspberries that you want us to continue, you wouldn't be giving me access to your neck! Wait... What did you just do now...?'

Giyuu covered his mouth when Kyojuro let go of him to look at him in surprise. He knew that face and had exactly 3 seconds to run as far as he could or gain enough air for the next thing.

He wasn't being a coward, but he decided to simply run away as he heard Rengoku shout in the distance who indicated that he had snorted.

'Hahahaha poor Tomioka, and there are only 4 of us!', he commented as he stood up and shook himself, Giyuu wouldn't make it that far.

Who do you think would be next? Well, maybe one boy who was sitting on a branch of a nearby tree and the other who was leaning on the same tree could answer the question.

'That idiot thinks we forgot what happened last time?'

'Obanai, we're not going to be so cruel now, we're almost out in the open...'

'I had forgotten that ever since your feelings for Giyuu grew, you became soft. Cottonweed...', Sanemi climbed onto the branch and started shaking it, making Obanai regret having said that to him AND having said that about Giyuu.

Obanai couldn't believe it, but if he argued, Sanemi would respond that he is the same as him because with Mitsuri he is a god's bread that doesn't hurt a single fly, so he better put up with it.

'Well, if that's the problem, how about we take him to your estate? This way, if something happens, you will be a million meters away from the ears of others...'.

Obanai, you don't learn, do you? This time, Sanemi didn't need to make any effort because when he climbed up to try to do the same movement, the branch creaked and broke, causing both of them to fall to the ground.

'What's wrong with those two...?'

'I don't know, but promise me you won't do that Muichiro, you could get hurt', Muichiro nodded, but crossed his fingers behind him, it looked amused, who wouldn't?. 'Do we really have to tickle Giyuu-San? I think he's already suffered from enough...'

'Well, how about we stay and watch that duo not be cruel to him?' 'I think it is better'

Muichiro agreed and helped Gyomei hide, Giyuu had approached and had almost passed him by, but returned when he realized that Sanemi and Obanai were on the ground.

'Eeeeeeh... Guys, have you fallen or are you looking at the sky?'

'What happened is that we saw that the ants were telling jokes and we lay down on the floor to hear them better...', bad timing, but good sarcasm!

Muichiro covered his mouth laughing, Obanai was funny when he meant to be.

Giyuu shrugged as he sighed, helping them both up and brushing themselves off. 'Thanks Giyuu...'

'You're welcome, well, if you'll excuse me I'll go to my estate to...'

'Oh of course not! You just helped us and you think we'll let you go without thanking you?!'

That was strange for Giyuu... Obanai thanking him? He hadn't done much, but if that was necessary for them to let him go, he had to accept it, right? 'Okay...? You're welcome, see you again! Hey! Oh god, you too?!'

'We too what?' 'Why are you guys tickling me lately?! I thought you hated me!', Obanai wanted to say something, but Sanemi stopped him, he knew what he was going to say.

'It's a 50/50, if maybe you made that face, we'd like you better...'

'Face-? What face are you talking about? I don't make GRACES-!', Giyuu growled as Sanemi brought his wrists together and put them behind his head, fighting to keep Giyuu from moving away from his grasp.

Sanemi had to admit, Giyuu was strong, maybe stronger than he had thought and he liked the idea, he wanted to see how long he would have to fight until Giyuu accepts that he won't be able to escape for a while.

'Don't you know? Shinazugawa, what do you think we remind Tomioka of what we talked about?'

'Mmmm, I don't know, do you think he'll be able to handle it?' 'It is a challenge?'

Great, back between a rock and a hard place, although maybe it could be Giyuu's chance to escape, if Sanemi paid enough attention to Obanai, he could break free and run away.

Maybe in another world, at another time and with other people, not with that duo of terror

'I don't know, what do you think Tomioka? Who do you think would win?' 'And why do we ask him? Less blah blah blah and more action!'

'Shall I tell you something? Do it once and for all! I'm tired of this, if you're going to tickle me, do it NOW!', they both stayed silent, they didn't believe they saw Giyuu angry.

Obanai signaled to Sanemi, it was the opportunity for him to conquer his flirt, but Sanemi gave him a look that told him to keep his mouth shut or he would have a bad time.

Giyuu sighed and tried to headbutt Sanemi, but this ended with the three of them falling to the floor, and how did Obanai fall? Sanemi made him stagger and fall.

'Oh god, really? I was expecting this to be something more exciting, you know?' 'It's weird, but I think it's best to save Giyuu before those two do anything else...'

'And what are they going to do? They seem to be fighting right now and... Forget it, they already started tickling him...'

Gyomei nodded and let out a "about time" and Muichiro nodded in response.

It honestly seemed like both Sanemi and Obanai were holding back, how do they know? Because Giyuu was screaming so loud that it seemed like he was going to go hoarse if someone didn't help him.

'Do you think you're very skilled for headbutting me?! Well, what do you think, you're not going to get rid of this! You're going to suffer for your damn mistake!' 'Also, a while ago you were saying "if you're going to tickle me, just do it" a few seconds ago, it's obvious that you like to laugh, huh? You have nothing to say?'

'I-I-I CAHAHAHAHAN'T!!! YOHOHOU AHAREHEHE-!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!', and apparently Gyomei and Muichiro were right, Giyuu couldn't even form a sentence correctly.

But their little game was not going to last long for Sanemi and Obanai, since after a few seconds they felt like a small stone hit them with extreme force on the forehead.

There was deja vu in those moments, from the first time they met Tanjiro and someone threw a rock at him to stop him from screaming, do you already have an idea of who threw that rock?

'Muichiro...'

'Giyuu-San needed a break!'

'Yes, I understand. Well, now let me get Giyuu out of there. If you get too close Sanemi and Obanai will probably hit you....'

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #lee!giyuu #ler!shinobu #ler!mitsuri #ler!rengoku #ler!tengen #ler!sanemi #ler!iguro

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Drama Isn’t Picky

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: none just a bit of pettiness?

Your phone has been continuously buzzing for the last hour.

The agency you worked with and some of your close friends had been trying to contact you, but you didn’t bother to answer any message or call.

3 days ago you went to a fashion event with your friends Bella Hadid and Devon Lee Carlson. When you arrived with them, they ran into some of their friends.

One of those friends was there with her boyfriend? Husband? You weren’t exactly sure.

Let’s just say you’re not too fond of this certain celebrity’s significant other. That being said, you refrained from greeting the pair because you weren’t going to put yourself in an uncomfortable position.

It might’ve seemed rude to others, but you just stayed as far away as possible while still greeting others around them.

Your actions, however, didn’t go unnoticed by the person you were avoiding.

She in fact was so bothered that she felt the need to tweet out “hockey is for boring people.”

You know that she could be talking about literally anyone or maybe she really didn’t like hockey, but tabloids of you and mat and the rumors surrounding your relationship had recently been published. It was too coincidental.

It got worse once people started talking about how you ignored this person at the event.

People started talking about you, and then they started bringing mat into the conversation.

You were more bothered by the fact that mat was getting put into this when he shouldn’t have been, than you being called out.

You didn’t care what anyone had to say about you, you knew what your reasons were and that was good enough for you.

Seeing mat’s name pop up on your phone, indicating that he was calling had you finally answering your phone.

“Barzy, hey,” you said into the phone.

“Babe? Are you okay? I’ve been seeing what’s going on,” mat questioned.

He knew what was going on. You had even told him about the run in at the event and why you ignored them the same night it happened.

“I’m fine! You know I don’t let what they say get to me. Are you okay?” You’re thankful for mat making sure you’re okay, but you’re more worried about what’s being said about him.

Mat may be a tough guy, but he was still a human being with a soft interior who took criticism to heart.

“I’m good. I swear, babe. I’m just glad to hear your voice,” he assures you, settling your nerves.

Your shoulders drop and your breathing is more steady.

“I can’t wait for you to get home! I miss my napping buddy,” you giggle.

“Miss you more than you know,” he says, you can picture the smile he’s sporting.

“Do you think I should tweet something back. I know it’s a bit immature, but I’m just sick of being silent,” you’re hoping to have the last laugh even if it’s sets off more talk.

“Go for it,” mat encouraged you.

You love the way he’s always by your side, willing to start and walk through fires with you.

“Cool.”

“What’re you gonna say?”

“Hockey is actually for cool people. Only some would understand,” you reply.

Mat’s loud, contagious laugh flows through the speaker in your phone.

You smile at the fact that you made him laugh. It’s a win in your book.

“You’re so cool babe,” mat says, knowing it’ll put a smile on your face, and distract you momentarily from the chaos going on around you.

Later that night when you do tweet your little, petty statement, mat is the first to like it and retweet, not caring if it makes people talk about whether your relationship was real or not even more than they already were.

a/n: This is just a filler part to get the story moving. It doesn’t have much significance besides the fact you get a glimpse of mat and reader’s dynamic and how their relationship is in the early stages. This is about 2-3 months into them dating, so things are still under wraps. Enjoy!

#mat barzal #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders

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ausssbutlershortstories · 3 months

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Vanessa Hudgens :

So I wanted to make this post because looking on all the platforms I use to follow Austin Butler himself and/or other fan pages, I can see a lot of you are bothered by Vanessa saying that Austin helped her find her now husband.

I like to start off that I like Vanessa , anyone who follows me on IG will know that. I think him and Vanessa made a lovely couple. He genuinely seemed very happy with her. You can tell they really were down bad for one another. I say this because I don’t want to come across as some fake hypocrite. Posting pictures of him when he was with Vanessa and then turning around to make this post.

However , over the last few years that they have since broken up, she obviously has been throwing shade. Commenting on post making fun of his voice, saying things in interviews, and some of the memes she post to her stories on IG.

I don’t like when she does that. I think it’s annoying and quite rude. I find crazy to that she does this to this very day , even after being married to her supposed “soul mate”.

Vanessa to me comes across as a hurt woman. I don’t condone her throwing shade the way she does , however I feel if she did find her special someone , why keep bringing up your ex? A lot of fans seems to think she is trying to keep her name in headlines. And while I do agree to some extent , I think it goes deeper than someone looking for attention.

Vanessa was with Austin for a decade. They went through a lot together. Her dad passing, his Mom passing. She was in his sister’s wedding, which says A LOT. Not only was she close to Austin , she clearly was tight with his family as well. We seen how happy she was when he got the part of Elvis. I remember her seeing when she was speaking with Ryan Seacrest and how stoked she was telling him the story about how she told him he should play Elvis.Austin has told that story more than once too. Vanessa even had promo photos on her IG for when he finally got the role that she still has up on her profile all these years later.

I honestly feel bad for her in a way. Yeah as Austin’s fan I don’t like her shading him, but I don’t necessarily think she is a bad person based off that alone . To have a relationship as long as they had just end. Not sure exactly what happened with the break up, but from the outside looking in it seems to have ended abruptly.

That has to hurt…like. Especially seeing another girl be attached to his arm during his Elvis press . Someone who in my opinion don’t deserve to be reaping anything beneficial from that. I’m sure she thought that those were moments that they would share. And not because it would get her some level of clout but because that was her man. Vanessa to me seemed like one of those “my man , my man, my man” kind of women when she was with Austin. She saw a future with him I believe . Especially after hearing how on a podcast she stated how when she first met Cole she asked if marriage and kids were important to him. And i remember watching that and the look on her face seemed sad. Like she was reminiscing on something. Like maybe perhaps that’s what she wanted with someone else but didn’t get . To me I think she saw herself marrying Austin one day and having his children, the whole white picket fence shit. Hollywoood edition lol!

The fact that she keeps bringing him up is very telling . You a whole married woman and still throwing shade at your ex. Us a women , I feel like when we really find our someone after kissing a few frogs we could careless about wtf our ex got going on. Not calling Austin a frog , just speaking in general.

As fans I feel like we gotta be like 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. I know it’s annoying , but sis is still clearly stuck on him. Which to me says alot about how he was a boyfriend. I’m sure they had their ups and downs but it probably was a good relationship overall. Because who gonna be out in these streets missing someone who was a complete headache and toxic as hell? Especially if they feel like they finally found the person who they feel like was heaven sent….

Austin has been nothing but kind during this too. He can easily throw shade back , but he stays humble and minds his business. Which Vanessa needs to do too smh. Vanessa needs to go heal whatever broke her when her and Austin ended. She has a husband now , marriage is forever.

I’ll end this with I hope as a woman myself she finds peace within herself . I obviously am not for her ass saying the stuff she did , but I don’t dislike her. We have all at one point of time thrown shade an ex. Said some snarky shit. It happens . It’s one thing for some troll to throw shade to Austin, but an ex he was with for years on end….Like I said in the beginning, her acting that way goes deeper than someone looking for attention. Vanessa might have not done anything super duper huge since HSM but she’s still pretty well known. She doesn’t need to throw shade to stay relevant .

#austin butler #vanessa hudgens #relationships #fandom #ausssbutlershortstories #just saying #this is wild #Cole tucker #please don’t hate me

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thestrangestthing89 · 1 year

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So who knows about Mike and Will...

I think Jonathan not only knows about Will's feelings but he picked up on Mikes too. He's known Mike since he was 5 and there is no way he didn't put that together after their road trip. It's probably a safe bet to assume Argyle knows too. He's very observant and was in the car with them and their angst for hours. There have also been hints that Joyce and Karen also know or at least suspect something. Positive their friends are clueless, though I do think El at least suspects by the end of season 4. It will be interesting to see if Nancy knows but I don't think she does. She assumed Mike liked El with no evidence back in season 1 (she saw them interact for like a minute). Considering her own problems with heteronormativity (Steve) it's not surprising if she doesn't realize. I don't think it would bother her and it's possible that she maybe suspected over the years of seeing them together but I think for her (and most of the audience) the simple fact that Mike started dating El and kissed her was enough to convince her that he's straight.

Which leads me to Hopper. I'm pretty sure he already put this together...

In season 1 Joyce tells Hopper that Lonnie used to call Will gay slurs and this is the comment that gets Hopper taking her seriously. He's dismissive and rude to her before this. But when she says this he immediately starts listening. He's investigating his disappearance like a hate crime. There are also many hints (from the Wheeler parents and from the bully at school who mentions how his dad says Will got "killed by another queer") that people in this town talk about Will being gay. Adults who don't even know him believe that Will was killed because of this. There is no way Hopper wasn't aware of this. So Hopper at this point at least suspects that Will might be gay. It was important enough that his own mother brought it up to him. What Hopper knows of Mike in this season is that he completely ignored him when he told him to stay out of the investigation. But his other friends did as well. So up to this point I don't think he notices anything about Mikes feelings other than he cares about his friend.

Which leads me to season 2 and what happens in the intervening time. There is a year between season 1 and 2 where it's implied that Hopper was regularly checking in on the Byers. Not to mention helping with Will and his trauma and going to his doctors appointments. If Hopper was homophobic in any way not only would he not have looked for Will when he went missing (yes it's his job, but plenty of cops ignore problems when the happen to people they don't like, especially a gay kid in the 80s) but he wouldn't have repeatedly checked in on him and worried about his well-being. It's also very possible in this time that Hopper saw Mike and Will together. Mikes protectiveness of Will in season 2 didn't come out of no where and it was already heavily implied in season 1 that they hang out all the time.

Then there is season 2 where Mike and Will are together the entire time. Hopper sees how Mike is at the hospital, he sees Will remembering Mike when he's possessed (when he could only remember his mother), he sees Mike in the shed giving a very emotional speech to a possessed Will and sees Will responding to Mike when he wasn't able to respond to Joyce and Jonathan (at least not initially). It's Mike that connected to him and got him to communicate with them. It's Mike who realizes Will is trying to sacrifice himself to save everyone. And it's Mike who comes up with a plan to protect him. Hopper is there for all of this.

Then there is Mikes melt down. This was not about El but El was the tipping point that sent Mike over the edge. He's overwhelmed and Hopper is the one who is there to hear it. Mikes says things like "you're a liar" and "you're disgusting" to Hopper. Which really make no sense. Hopper never lied to him because Mike is never shown to ask him about El. Why would he when he saw her "die"? His belief that she was alive was grief, not him actually believing it. He never once actually looks for her. So Mike saying these things doesn't add up to be about Hopper especially the "you're disgusting" comment. It does however make a lot of sense if Mikes protectiveness of Will at the lab was being viewed as romantic at least by Mike. And his speech in the shed is definitely romantic. This is why I think Mike realized how he felt back in season 2. Him melting down at Hopper seems like it's not only about the situation and trauma but also his identity. And Hopper comforts him about it. I also love the moment when El is about to kiss Mike and Mike is just standing there with his eyes open not moving. Hopper is right there for that too. And he interrupts the kiss. I don't think this was the gross trope of "over-protective dad not wanting his daughter to get a boyfriend". I'm pretty sure he's trying to spare Mike here.

5. Then there is season 3 and the hostility between the two. Hopper uses words like "unnatural" and "unhealthy" and "very wrong" to describe Mike and El's dynamic. He's correct even though he handles it badly. The interesting thing about this is that those words are typically used to describe same sex relationships but they are directed towards the hetero couple. While on the surface it seems like Hopper just wants both of them to spend some time apart, I think considering everything else that's happened prior to this is leading Hopper to be a little confused by Mike. Where he went from being glued to Will's side and protective and caring of him, to obsessing over El and ignoring Will. It's also possible he's seen Will during this time and maybe noted that he was a little sad and connected the dots. I think the scene where Mike and Hopper are arguing in the car says a lot. Not only about the way Hopper is viewing his relationship with El - unnatural and wrong - but I think he's trying to give Mike a push to stop fucking around and go back to his friend. Very curious what happened during the rest of this car ride back to Mike's place.

6. There is also the letter Hopper writes to El and Mike that we hear as the voice over at the end of the season. This was not just about El and their relationship but Mike as a person too. It's all about how growing up is scary and how change is ok. At the mall, Hopper makes an interesting comment to Mike when the kids are leaving. He says "Mike, be careful". Not be careful with her or take care of her. This comment isn't about El. He's telling Mike specifically to take care of himself and be careful. He's looking out for Mike the person not Mike his daughters boyfriend.

Now obviously Hopper and Mike have very limited interaction with each other in season 4, but all of this leads me to believe that Hopper at least suspects that there is something going on with Mike and Will. And I think considering we are about to get protective Mike again, he is going to see a lot more moments between them. Not to mention the fact that Mike and El either already broke up or are about to and I don't think either of them are going to be upset, just relieved.

I also want to take this moment to note that the comments about how Hopper is going to be pissed Mike's dating another one of his kids are incredibly irritating not to mention wrong. I know some of them are meant to be funny, but the comments about how Hopper is going to give Mike the shovel talk and lecture him are just gross. It implies that no one cares about Mike and that he's tolerated because they love Will and this has never once been shown to be true.

Hopper has been protective of both of them. He cares about both of them. I think he sees that Mike is really struggling and is trying to help him but doesn't really know how. Hopper and Mike have very similar personalities where they internalize everything until it's destroying them and I think Hopper recognizes this even if he doesn't know what to do about it.

As a side note: Hopper is definitely not homophobic and has never been shown to be even though there were plenty of chances for him to show this with Will in the same way that Lonnie did. His relationship with Murray is also telling. Pretty sure he's gay and Hopper and Joyce know this. Hopper has noticed him flirting with every Russian who is near them. He makes a comment in season 3 when they are under the mall. Murray is talking in Russian to a soldier but the conversation goes on longer than it needs to and they are both laughing. When Hopper asks him about it Murray says he was being nice and Hoppers reaction is basically "is this really the time?". All this to say that I'm pretty sure Hopper is going to be very supportive of both Mike and Will and I can see his relationship with Mike improving a lot once that happens.

#byler

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❤️🌹UF!Papyrus x Reader🌹❤️

This is the second half of my self indulgent x reader/yn posts for the UF!Brothers so please tell me what you think or who I should post about next! Thank you for your time :)

Receiving:

- Words of Affirmation: 33%. He wants to be told he's appreciated, that he's loved. To have his partner check in and validate how he feels or compliment sincere things about him has him faltering because wow they actually mean it

- Physical Touch: 23%. Gentle brush against his cheek, hugging him, or holding him when he's tired despite acting like he doesn't care makes him feel safe. Feeling their hands rub over his own gives him a sense of intimacy he craves

- Acts of Service: 23% Doing something to relieve him of stress, rubbing his back, or giving him a massage when he's tense fills him with appreciation. He's stubborn and independent, but if you offer to clean or cook with him? Teamwork is pleasant

- Quality Time: 13% He doesn't mind if he can't have time with you to himself, it's not too much of a bother. He appreciates when he gets it though, since that's when he can be vulnerable with you

- Receiving Gifts: 7%. Don't worry about getting him gifts, and if you do just make sure to get one for Doomfanger. He appreciates a bouquet at times though

Giving:

- Acts of Service: 37% so what if he's busy? He'll offer to run errands for you, help with chores, and even coax you that he'll handle it. He wants to make things less stressful for you

- Physical Touch: 30% He'll ruffle your hair, wrap an arm around you, or even set you in his lap so that he can help you rest. He'll make sure no one wakes you up

- Quality Time: 13% He'll make sure you both go on dates, to pamper you. Let him treat you to a nice outing, he wants to show that he wants days alone with you

- Words of Affirmation: 10% he's not the most vocal about his affection, but he will tell you that you did well on things or praise you to others when you come up

- Receiving Gifts: 10% Don't even try to argue that what he buys for you is expensive, you deserve it. He'll remember all the things you like, and make sure to pamper you when you go shopping

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Details:

He's very closed off emotionally, but being sincere with him and coaxing him to be more relaxed is a way to start. He appreciates a lover who checks in on him and shows kindness and patience when it comes to how he acts. He will have to be shown respect, and you have to show why he should respect you. He likes someone who's confident, someone who at least can defend themselves or those they love. He appreciates someone who's open-minded, and is respectful when that person doesn't treat him like shit when they first meet. He's hard to talk to because he dances around how he feels, always acting like he doesn't care or that he's indifferent about trivial matters such as drama. He doesn't bother to interact around drama, especially if you aren't close. However, he's willing to take care of you

Overtime he'll start to do small favors or want to see you specifically for an opinion. He can be very blunt, but overall theatrical too. People don't like that he's blunt, but he doesn't realize that he can be borderline rude in the process. If someone is willing to be patient, he will appreciate them and work on himself. Though, you may not see the differences he makes since it takes time and acute attention. Doomfanger also has to approve of you. He thinks that it is very important that you get her approval. If she doesn't like you, then good luck getting Pitch to be interested.

Getting this guy to realize that he has a crush on you would be a challenge. He would have to develop a strong friendship with you first. When he's romantically interested, even if he doesn't realize it, he'll practice being a gentleman and he tones down a lot when it comes to his theatrical behavior. He'll deny that he thought of you when he gets you something, or find any reason to explain his affection. He'll accidentally let it slip if you thank him, his eye lights widening and going "wait, really??" To a sudden cough and a "i MEAN-! Of course you do, I have excellent tastes."

When he starts to become aware of how he feels, his throat tightens and he feels his soul starts to act weird. He would actually first think that he's dying, or that he's troubled with sickness. In fact, it would have to be pointed out by someone he can talk to in order to realize how he feels. If it's Cyperus, he's told directly "have you considered that you might be in love?" Or if it's Lunar, he is teased with "oh of course you must be terribly sick. It's not like you would actually just be in love, right?" And he'd stoke a confession out of Pitch to make him realize. He would struggle to confess, and in fact he can be pretty restrained when he realizes how he feels for you. He stumbles, his cold persona crumbles. He finds himself doing things, letting his guard down. No, that can't be the case. He can't actually be in love, right????

When it comes to dates, he's a huge romantic and will take you to fancy restaurants or to the theatre, the opera, a play, or orchestra. He hopes you don't find them lame. He doesn't aim to please you in every aspect, but he wants approval from you. Hell be happy if you ramble about the date and you can gossip about the actors. He'll start to dress you up and tend to you while scolding you lightly. He's protective and overall willing to confront someone if they bother you. He's less discreet than the others, calling them out on their behavior and demands an apology. He'll only be pleased if they do so, and then he'll talk shit afterwards. He's intimidating, and he won't be afraid to get physical if they dare try to. He doesn't expect to be thanked and he doesn't do it just because you're lovers. He cares about you, and no one should be acting that way to begin with. It's a moral principle. If he's thanked, he'll brush it off and instead make sure to check on you physically even if you weren't touched. If you're shaken, he'll wrap you in his jacket or scarf and then gently rub your back before he takes you home without a word.

His confession sounds more like a promise, if anything. He would have to be alone with you, for starters. Imagine being up late at night, and you were having a busy day. Pitch would be the one to pick you up, especially since he would've shown more anxiety in where you are so late. When he picks you up, he'd start to scold you. After all, you should be home! But then he'd notice something. You're more quiet, and he recognizes that look on your face. He would be unsure of how to react, especially since you never let yourself be seen like this when around just him. Cyperus would be much better for this, he thinks. He obviously is the better one to go to. But then again, you chose to let him pick you up over Cyperus. You even thanked him when he picked you up. It would be quiet in the car for a while.

As you stare out the window on the way home, you suddenly notice that this isn't the way home. You'd turn to ask what he's doing, but he'd only give you a vague response. He decided that you need to go somewhere, you clearly would struggle answering questions from the other skeletons if you went home right now. You two would drive around town for awhile, hearing him mumble incoherently to himself. It would be then that he suddenly thinks of a place to take you.

He would park near the park, and gently coax you to join him. He'd scold you that you should've dressed warmer, but only gently. He'd wrap his scarf around you, move his jacket to rest over your shoulders. You two would walk, and it would be quiet. He struggles knowing how to comfort someone, how to get you to feel better. He would ask what's wrong, but he would only pry a bit if you don't open up immediately. He'd tell you that you won't feel better if you don't talk to someone, and it's okay if you don't want to talk to him about it. He'd confess that he just...wants to know if you're okay and if he's useful in any way. It's okay if you want to talk to someone else, and he knows that he's not great at this.

He'd have this softened look, but there clearly is a concealed vulnerability he is expressing. After a bit, you'd slowly talk to him and reassure him that you actually appreciate what he's doing. He took you out for a walk to clear your thoughts, considered how you'd be overwhelmed if you went home, and even checked up on you without demanding to know.

You'd take his hand, the roughness of his scars dipped into by your fingertips as you rubbed the back of his hand. He would tell you to stop that, he's supposed to be the one to check up on you. But you can see that he appreciates the reassurance, that he is listening to what you're saying. After some talking, you would open up a bit to how you're feeling. You felt like he cared to know now, after all. He would say some stuff that isn't the typical comforting words, like how he asks if you want him to fight for you. He'd talk shit about what bothered you, and tell you that you should've punched someone or that you should've cursed someone out.

He'd accidentally get you to laugh but not understand, not until you tell him. He's just- different. But that's a good thing. You appreciate that he was able to be supportive, that he was almost defending you and reacting how you would've reacted if you were less reasonable. At this he'd kinda seem offended, but you can tell he isn't taking it badly. "What?? Are you saying that I'm wrong? Clearly, I'm right! How dare you laugh," which would only get you to laugh some more. "You insult me." But you don't realize that as you're laughing, he's looking at you with a gentleness that is unfamiliar to anyone.

Time would pass, and you didn't realize that he walked you near a pond that's in the park. It's illuminated by fairy lights since the wooden fencing around the park is decorated. You'd be in awe and thank him. He would take it in stride and tell you that it's only reasonable he took you somewhere that could clear your mind.

At some point, you both sit together, and he gently asks if you enjoyed tonight. You'd tell him that yes, this was genuinely a nice time. You would be suddenly surprised as he turns to look at you intently, but not with that determined and rough look he always has. He'd take your hands in his own gently, since he doesn't want you to get accidentally clawed or have his chipped scars scrape you. He'd speak very softly, confess that he's happy that he is able to be there for you.

In truth, he knows that he's not someone you may go to a lot, but he always wants to do right by you. He wants to be someone you can rely on; he promises you that he'll do his best to make sure that you're happy and safe. He'd hesitantly lower his skull and nuzzle his cheek against one of your hands before looking at you, his defenses down. He tells you that you don't have to know how to feel now, or have anything to say since he's never made such a confession of loyalty to someone, at least among the others.

He'd take you home after that, and make sure that your conversation with him remains private, telling the other skeletons that he just picked you up and made sure that you felt better after such a long day. It was technically the truth, but he didn't mention any details to avoid further prying. With everything, he'd wish you goodnight, and that would be that. Truly, it was an eventful night

Closing Notes: I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I wa

#headcanon #undertale au #alternate universe #uf papyrus #fell papyrus #fell papyrus x reader #uf papyrus x reader #pitch x reader #pitch serrif #he is bbg #i love him #i want him #please hear me out #hes so fine #roomate au

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shallyne · 1 month

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The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

Words: 1.4k

February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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pinyeti · 27 days

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overwhelming day today here's the debrief

I have two humongous final projects both worth half my grade due on Wednesday and im losing my mind AND I HAVE A PAPER DUE TOMORROW MORNING AT 8AM AND I HAV.E AMIDTERM TOMORROW AT 3.30Pn, my groups suck for both projects and THEY JUST

MY GOD

I DONT MIND DOING ALL THW WORK EXCEPT IM GENUINELY SO FUCKIN TIRED OF DOING ALL THE FUCKIN WORK ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND IM SO SICK OF IT AND IM SO FUCKIN SICK OF IT IM SO FUCIN TIRED OF DOING THIS ALL THE FUCKIN TIME

and I just

I have this friend who im kinda close too but she's curt with me sometimes and we are kinda rude to each other as a joke but she just

she's rude to me sometimes on purpose and I dont know why and I just feel like she hates me and won't tell me why and I JUST I do love her and it bothers me ig and Ive had alot of issues with this friend and every time I try to solve anything

yeah

and I am having a huge body image attack which isn't that deep but whatever and my brother wlel

he's got every mental illness on the planet and makes my life a living hell I get being mentally ill makes life difficult for you but YOU CANNOT EXPECT ME TO SEE THEM AS MORE THAN EXPLANATIONS FOR YOUR BEHAVIOUR RATHER THAN A FUCKIN EXCUSE?? IM NOT EXCUSING YOU TELLING ME YOU WANT ME T

okay and then

today was another friends birthday and she was so

we made a whole birthday surprise thing for her and I went to alot of effort to do it and she just I invited her boyfriend and one of her other friend and she sprent the whole time talking to them and making it awkward for everyone else and I

she was like send pictures? and it just bothered me cuz she went out of her way to make it look like she hated them and if thats so then ill just not invite her to things??? cuz wth I do like my friends and this is really fuckin inconsiderate and we had karaoke but there was an issue with the mic and she was just

being really weird about ti and I felt kinda disrespected and she really doesnt fuckin care

and im so sick of this and

its like she just tolerates them for pictures and it was weird and idk

maybe I dont like her as much as I thought and maybe im the problem cuz I really tried to make it special for her and she just

she was just not having it and I tried so hard and I wish I didnt cuz I felt so stupid for caring about mics cuz when she left the rest of us were singing nd it wasn't awkward and clean up was fun even

and the thing with happened with the friend that was curt with me earlier she just we found out a guy we knew was spreading rumors about her sexuality ( his friend group did this to me first) so I asked her about it and she said yea that guy confessed to her and she told him she didnt like him like that but also that her and my other friend fought cuz this guy was being weird and I was BUSY BABYSITITNG MY FUCKIN GROUP AT THE TIME AND WE COULDNT PROPERLY TALK ABOUT IT so I called her when I got home and she got so weird and defensive about it like I was crazy and I just

I hate when she does this and I hate that I care about her more than she cares about me

in fact I know this is toxic as fuck and caring isnt measured on scales

bUT I HAVE THIS PROBLEM

I DO

I CARE TOO FUCKIN MUCH AND I WISH I COULD STOP AND I WISH I COULD EAT MY BRAIN UP CUZ IM SO SICK OF CARING OHMYGOD I WISH I COULD JSUT END MY FUC

OH AND

IM DOING 2 MURALS RIGHT

BUT MY IPAD CRASH LEFT ONE OHUGE FUCKIN MURAL GONE FOREVER

AND I DONT HAVE THE 720CM VERSION OF IT AND I HAVENT TOLD THEM YET AND

AND I HATE MY ART AND

I am president of a club and WE GOT OUR FUCKIN BUDGET REJECTED SO IM OUT A BUNCH OF MONEY FOR NO REASON AND IM SO SICK

I need a break

#rant

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Grapejuice Blues

summary: harry just can't seem to quit you

tw: none

quick note: based off this tiktok!

Harry walked the familiar path to your home—past the building covered with ivy, the old man on the corner of the street selling fresh fruit juice, past the bellman who tipped his hat at Harry as he passed, and up the ornate staircase of the apartment building to the fourth floor until he was at the door 415.

Taking a minute to catch his breath, he knocked on the door, hoping you were actually there. He’d learned you were more receptive to house calls as opposed to phone calls.

It took about two minutes, in which time he heard rustling and the sounds of cleaning up before the door finally opened, revealing your tall frame on the other side.

“Long time, no see,” you said, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Four months to be exact,” he agreed. He tried to step inside, but you braced your hand across the doorframe, barring him from coming inside. Harry scoffed. “Really?”

“What did she do this time?”

“Who?”

“Whatever young up and coming model-heiress naive enough to date you. She lasted four months, though, which I will say is a record for you,” you said, pinning him with a stare that said he wasn’t coming inside until he answered your questions.

Rolling his eyes, Harry said, “She didn’t ‘do’ anything.”

“So you just lost interest? That’s even worse, H.”

“Are you going to let me in or not? I can go somewhere else,” he said, becoming impatient. He also didn’t like being confronted with the truth, but that was neither here nor there.

Now it was your turn to scoff. “Yeah right.” You looked him up and down, trying to decide if it was a good idea to let Harry into your home. He often called himself mature, but the man standing in front of you was a little boy who had grown used to having his cake and eating it too. Still, he was great in bed and you didn’t have anything else to do, so you lowered your arm and let him inside.

“White or red?” you asked, going over to your bar and pouring yourself a glass.

“Whatever you’re having is fine with me,” Harry said, reacquainting himself with your apartment. It was lavishly decorated, old paintings on the walls, a vintage mirror hung over a plush settee. He had always admired the way you seemed to know how to properly spend your money. Everything you owned was expensive, but none of it looked stuffy or ostentatious.

“That’s new,” he said, eyeing the haute couture dress on the mannequin in your living room.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw where his gaze had fallen. “Ah yes. A gift from Pierpaolo. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You recalled the first time you met Harry. He tried to brag to you about how he was best friends with the creative director of Gucci and got custom looks all the time. “How cute,” was your response.

The last few years, you’d seen him grow, in a way. You helped him make the right friends, told him who would only be interested in getting to know him for their fifteen minutes of fame, and who would actually be a long-term friend.

“What about you?” he'd asked. You were at some high society party in New York.

“Oh, you don’t want to be my friend,” you said, taking a sip of your wine.

“And why’s that?”

“Because then you’ll fall in love with me.”

Harry never understood why that was such a bad thing, but by the time he’d worked up the courage to ask, you were already gone. A few months later and you had your little arrangement.

He took the glass from your outstretched hand, noticing the intricate designs on your manicured hands, the band on your left ring finger. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Fine,” you said. “Met Gala was a disappointment as always.”

“How come you never go? You have the money,” Harry asked. To anyone else, discussing finances would sound rude, but you liked honesty in its most brutal form, and your wealth was no secret.

With a shrug of your shoulder, your robe slipped, revealing your bare shoulder. Not bothering to fix your garment, knowing Harry became laser focused on the small sliver of exposed skin, you said, “It’s not what it should be. I won't bother going if I’m going to be surrounded by people who don’t care about staying true to the theme. The art is lost on everyone, it seems.”

“What about me? I went a few years ago.”

“You were fine. Made for very pretty eye candy, though. I’m sure your fans were thrilled.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry took your glass out of your hand and set it down on the bar along with his. “Okay, well now that you’ve told me how you really felt, can we...you know.”

“Alright. Excuse me for at least trying to maintain a little decorum.”

Harry blushed at being called out on his impatience. He normally didn’t act this way around you, but the reasons for being drawn back up to your apartment once again had put him in something of a mood. “Sorry,” he said, rubbing a tired hand over his face.

You looked at him curiously. “Are you sure you want to? We don’t have to, you know.”

Well that was certainly a first. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Not at all. I’m just hinting at the possibility that sex won’t fix whatever you’ve got going on. Have you even broken up with her yet?”

Harry stayed quiet, too embarrassed to look you in the eye and too ashamed to admit the truth.

Seeing right through him, you sighed. You pitied him, really. He was technically a man now, but in a lot of ways he was still the boy you met years ago. Still making the same mistakes, still not yet learning from them.

You walked him to the door, opening it and waiting for him to step outside. He did, but pinned you with those dreamy green eyes of his, so used to getting whatever he wanted from whomever he pleased.

“You know the rules, H. Not unless you’re single.”

“It’s a bit hypocritical, considering, don’t you think?” he asked nodding his head at the wedding band on your finger.

“That’s different,” you said. Frowning, you pushed him completely out of your apartment. “I don’t know what the hell is up with you, and quite frankly, I don’t care. I let you come and go as you please whenever your little flings don’t work out. The only thing I ask in return is that you never cheat on them, no matter how insufferable you may think they are. And while we’re on the subject, do you ever stop to think that you’re the problem? Maybe think about that the next time you speak badly about a woman who doesn’t even know what she’s done wrong, which was getting in a relationship with you in the first place. Have a good day.”

And with that, you slammed the door in his face.

Sighing, Harry rested his back against the door, feeling more like a prick than when he decided he needed to see you today. You never explained why, but questions about your wedding ring were off limits. You’d blown up on him whenever he tried to ask you about it, but never that intensely, which told him you were more than just a bored housewife or divorcee. Something happened to you. There was a reason you had all this money but were rarely seen at lavish society parties or red carpets the way some socialites were. Harry hoped that you would one day share with him, but he was pretty sure he just chucked any chance he had out the window.

And you were right, of course. He was the problem. He didn’t know why he kept going after the same kind of woman when they never seemed to satisfy him. And he knew that his behavior wasn’t totally fair, either. He needed to sort his shit out, and quickly.

Just as he was about to leave, the door opened again. You were much more composed, a small blush on your cheeks. It was those moments where Harry was reminded that you weren’t that much older than him, not really. You were in your thirties, and he in his late twenties. How you came to be alone with a wedding ring and that much money at such a young age—as you had been that way since yHarry met you—was a mystery. You were a mystery. One he had no intentions of solving today.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I was a bit harsh, wasn’t I?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, but everything you said was pretty much on the nose.”

“Still, it was rude of me to say all those things. Your business is your business.” You stood by the door, and Harry could see the gears turning as you considered him. “My rule still stands, but you can come inside for a bit. There are more Valentino pieces if you’d like to take a look at them.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to study you. There was something...off about your demeanor. You weren’t holding yourself with the same grace as you normally did. It made you seem more like a normal civilian and the less high society socialite you actually were, which both intrigued and frightened Harry. He liked your attitude, that you always seemed two steps ahead of everyone else. Seeing you so vulnerable only made him feel worse for striking what was clearly a very sensitive nerve. He wanted to know more about you, more than he ever did in the past, but he knew he couldn't ask, especially not after how poorly you reacted today.

So he just offered her a small smile in return. “Sure. Might as well.”

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it all feels the same with your eyes closed (deep end, part 1)

A/N: This mini series needs a content warning for suicidal ideation, domestic violence, and excessive alcohol consumption. (I told y’all I was gonna throw some angst at ya.)

Things had been tense around base since the return of Task Force 141 after an unsuccessful mission. Mistakes had been made, resulting in the loss of personnel and vital intel.

The main core personnel of the Task Force were currently in a meeting, discussing information for an upcoming mission. The meeting was already tense, but it escalated as Simon and Juliana were arguing back and forth about protocols.

“I AM YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER. I’M THE ONE IN CHARGE HERE.” Simon yells at Juliana before backhanding her across the face so hard that she stumbles back.

The room goes silent, shock spreading among everyone as they stare at the couple.

Simon throws a vicious glare at Juliana before spitting out the final piece of the argument. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

She doesn’t bother to grab her things before sprinting out of the room.

Simon stares at the door she left through for a brief second, before turning to the rest of the room. Tensions were high, but he was trying to remain calm after his outburst. “I’m sorry you had to witness that. I’ll handle this. We’ll continue later.” He says gruffly.

He sighed internally. What was she so upset about anyway? Simon doesn’t like fighting with her, but lately it’s been happening more and more.

“Witness that? Simon, you just hit your girlfriend, not to mention you just assaulted a fellow soldier, IN FRONT OF WITNESSES.” Captain Price roars.

Simon flinches at Price’s reaction, and tries to defend his actions without being rude. “I wouldn’t have hit her without reason. I had to do what I did. It’s not like I’m proud of it. I’ll handle it, and apologize to her personally.”

“Good luck getting her to hold still long enough to do that.” Soap mutters under his breath.

“Soap!” Simon whirls on Johnny, glaring at him intensely. “Are you insinuating what I think you are right now?”

“It depends, sir,” Soap addressed him mockingly. “What is it you think I’m insinuating?”

Simon’s voice became harsh, as he spoke quickly. “I want a straight answer, Soap. Are you implying that she’s going to be so furious, that she’s going to fight me?”

“I’m implying, sir,” Soap mocks again, “That you’ll be hard pressed to even find her and get her to listen long enough for you to say the words ‘I’m sorry’, without her bolting. There’s a reason we call her Bambi.”

Simon sighed, he knew Johnny was right. She would disappear the minute she saw him. He had to do something.

His mind raced, trying to think of a plan. He didn’t know where she’d run off to, he just knew she was angry. Very angry.

“I’ll find her. I’ll make sure she hears me out.” Simon huffs.

“You’d better get this sorted out, and fast Simon. We’re getting deployed again in a few weeks, and we need this team 100% together.” Captain Price says sternly.

Simon nods, still pissed that this even became a fight in the first place. “She’ll come around. I’ll make sure of it.”

He then turns to Johnny and Kyle. “You two keep your mouths shut about this. Especially you, Soap. We don’t need anymore drama. Are we clear?”

Johnny looks him squarely in the eye. “If she wants to fill out a SHARP violation report against you, I’ll happily sign as a witness.”

“Soap…” Simon sighs. He doesn’t want any more trouble. He just needs Juliana to understand her place in the chain of command. He needs her to understand why he did what he did. He can’t afford to lose his job because of one stupid mistake. He needs to not let his temper get the better of him. He needs a break.

He looked at Johnny, then Kyle, then Price, then back at Johnny. “Soap, don’t force me into doing something drastic over this. Understood?”

“What, are you gonna hit me too? Beat me into submission? No wonder Bambi is so banged up all the time.” Johnny spits venomously.

Simon growls angrily. He was already on edge, and now this? He had a serious urge to hit something, but he held it in.

“You think it’s funny, making jokes about this?” He clenches his fists, setting them down harshly on the table. He lets out a deep breath, trying to get himself under control. “I’m warning you, Soap. For the last time, keep your mouth shut, or I’ll make you. Got it?”

“It’s not a joke, not this time.” Johnny growls. “This had to have escalated from somewhere. You make a regular habit of hitting your girlfriend to get what you want?”

Simon’s mind goes blank. A regular habit of hitting her? A sense of shock went through his system. He didn’t know Johnny could think of him that way.

“Don’t assume you know anything, Soap.” He says coldly. “I don’t go around hitting her all the time. I’ve only done it once. Just this one time. One. Time.”

“That’s what they all say.” Johnny sneers at him.

Simon took a deep breath trying to keep everything under control. He couldn’t believe Johnny was saying all of this.

“Soap, I swear to God, I only hit her this once. It was my fault, but I’ve never done it, and I won’t do it again. You’re only making this worse. We are supposed to be a team. Remember?”

“Yeah. Teammates are supposed to protect each other. They don’t backhand each other during arguments.” Soap retorts.

Simon knew he was in the wrong for hitting Juliana. He felt bad for hitting her, but he felt like he couldn’t admit that in front of Johnny, he was already digging himself in way too deep.

“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done it, you’re right. I let my anger get the best of me. It won’t happen again.”

He stared at the floor while he tried to figure out what to say next.

“Please, let’s just try to work through this. Don’t go around telling anyone else about this.”

“Fine.” Soap scoffs. “I won’t say anything. But if I catch even a hint that something is off, I’ll file the damn SHARP report myself.” Johnny stands up to leave, pausing in the doorway. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was halfway through writing up a unit transfer request already.”

Simon watched as Johnny left the room. What had he done? How could he let his anger take control of him like that? Would Juliana really file a transfer request because of all this? Would he lose everything over this? And why was Johnny so defensive of her?

“Damnit.” He muttered. “I really need to talk to her. Now.”

Why had Johnny been so protective of Juliana? What is going on here?

Johnny must have known something Simon didn’t, something he wasn’t telling Simon. But that wasn’t important. He needs to go find Juliana and fix all of this.

Unless… unless Johnny really does know something. Maybe it will help Simon figure out where it all went wrong.

“Fucking hell.” Simon swore. Johnny might be the only one who might know something about what’s going on, or where Juliana went. As much as he hated the idea, asking Johnny was worth a shot.

He made his way to Johnny’s room, and knocked on the door. He just wanted to talk to the man and hear what he had to say himself.

Johnny opened the door. “Come to take a shot at another teammate?”

Simon glared at him. “You know what, Soap?” He growled. “Quit your bullshit. I know that you know where Bambi is, and I know you know why she’s mad. So tell me. Now.”

Johnny leveled him with a cool stare. “I don’t know where she is.” He said plainly.

“I don’t believe you. Why were you defending her so much?” Simon asks. He knew there was something happening that he didn’t know about. He could feel it, he just doesn’t know what it’s about. “I need the real reason, Soap.”

“Why wouldn’t I defend her!? I’ve had family go through what she has, and I’m not about to let her go through it alone again.”

‘Had family members go through….’? What the hell? Simon’s eyes widened a bit. When it clicked, Simon was surprised to hear that Johnny had a family history of domestic abuse. He hadn’t realized that that was the reason Johnny defended Juliana so much.

Johnny thought Simon was abusing her…

“So, you know something about her past, then?” He asks.

Johnny’s eyes widened. “You… you mean she hasn’t told… you?”

Simon frowned. Why hadn’t she told him anything about that part of her past? He was confused.

“No. She didn’t. And now I need to know, Soap. What happened?”

He ran his hands over his balaclava. Maybe this was the reason she got so upset? If this was the case, then he needed to tread very carefully, at least until he figured out more of what was going on.

“I don’t know the whole story, just bits and pieces, but enough to know that it was bad. Like, really bad. Almost career ending bad.” Johnny explained.

Simon was slightly disturbed by that description. He couldn’t imagine what might have happened for her to be reacting like this. He couldn’t imagine what she had gone through. What did Johnny mean by ‘almost career ending’?

“Can you at least give me some sort of basic idea? Anything, Soap, please.” Simon never pleads, ever, but right now he is. He looked at Johnny, worry and concern evident in his eyes.

“Juliana had gotten into a relationship of sorts with someone on her team, and when the guy got promoted, he outranked her, he became her superior officer.” Johnny begins. “He started getting violent with her behind closed doors, especially whenever she’d disagree with him about missions or protocols.” He pauses. “I know at one point, he hurt Jules so badly she was in the ICU for six days, and she almost got medically discharged from service. That’s when she finally put in for a transfer.”

Simon’s face paled under his mask. His hands shook slightly, but he wasn’t sure if it was from anger at himself or at the guy who hurt Juliana. This was too much for one person to carry alone.

“And… she went through all of that…. Alone? She never said anything to me, ever!” Simon sighed. “I need to find her and make sure she’s okay. I’ve fucked up, and I’m the only one who can fix this.”

Johnny shakes his head. “The only reason she told me was because she overheard me talking on the phone with my sister about a similar issue, and she offered her help. Otherwise, I don’t think she ever would have said anything.”

Simon ran his hands down his face. “So… if she hasn’t told me anything about it… I guess she doesn’t want me to know… Did she ever go into any detail about what happened, or about who this person might be?”

“She never specified, she just said someone from a previous unit. Refused to say when or where.” Johnny explains.

Simon nods. “Alright. Well… thank you for at least telling me this, Soap. I would’ve never known.”

He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t ever noticed something like this. He had always known Juliana as one of the most gentle, kind-hearted people he had met. He would never have dreamt that she had gone through something like this before.

But it also made something clear. Simon could never allow anything like this to happen to her, ever again. He would have to protect Jules - no matter what it took.

Sometimes, the people with the brightest smiles are the ones who have gone through the most oppressive darkness.

“I need to find her. I have to make sure that her past won’t define who she is in the future.” Simon sighs deeply.

“It might already be too late for that, Simon.” Johnny says cautiously.

“Do not tell anyone else about this, Johnny. You got that? We can’t have rumors spreading around right now. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Johnny rolls his eyes.

“Good. I appreciate it.” Simon turns to leave, and makes his way across the base, going through different areas in search of Juliana. “God damnit” He swears. “Where in the hell is she?”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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