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megamindsecretlair · 5 months

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I just want to start off by saying that you’re keeping all of us Tyrone girlies well fed!! You’re hands down one of my favorite writers on Tumblr ❣️

Not sure if you’re taking requests , but I would kill to see Tyrone be the jealous/pining one. He just always seems so cool and collected. Maybe it’s like a friends to lovers thing (or maybe they’re FWB and he hasn’t made it official) and someone asks the reader out before he does. Might be slightly toxic, but I feel like it’s on brand for him

Break Me

Pairing: Tyrone x Mean!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Toxic FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Toxic Tyrone, all consensual. Multiple uses of n-word. Referring to female anatomy as "she".

Summary: See ask. While you get ready for your date, Tyrone invites himself over to make you address where you stand with each other.

Word Count: 5,102k

A/N: I have no excuses for myself. None. Head empty. I'm SO sorry this took forever to get out, I feel so bad. I hope this was worth the wait! Thank you for calling me one of your fave writers! ILY! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt! Not everyone got tagged, simply because the list is so long and some of them have been inactive, no hard feelings!

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You sang along to Megan the Stallion’s song, “Girls in the Hood”, at full blast while you readied yourself for a date. Your shoulders bumped to the familiar beat, sliding on lip gloss. You felt good. Lighter than air. Dare you say…excited for the date?

You snickered and shook your head. No, you were not excited for no funky ass date. It was just nice to get dressed for once and leave your apartment for a Saturday night. You had been working hard the past few weeks, trying to get a little recognition at work.

You were approaching that time. The time where they either started showing some love or you were going to use their computers to find a new one. You hated starting over at a new place. You hated trying to suss out if the new people were going to be cool or full of microaggressions.

You sighed as you looked over your makeup in the mirror. You liked the soft complementary tones to your skin tone. Tonight was about you and that was all there was to it. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand.

You looked down, swiping to open it, and read the text from Tyrone.

Tyrone With That Monster: Need this dick?

Heat pulsed through you from the text alone. You stared at the screen as you willed your body to recover from the brief flashback to the last time Tyrone texted you. The way he had your legs in the air and was knocking your headboard into your wall so hard, there were still grooves there.

Nope, nope, nope. You were not going back there. It had been about a month since you last spoke to him. Both of you were too involved in your worlds to manage more than a scheduled back breaking. You did not need that toxic ass nigga in your life. No matter how good the dick was.

You texted back: naw, busy tonight.

Tyrone With That Monster: busy doin what? Watchin them corny ass shows?

You giggled and shook your head. You enjoyed cooking shows, there was nothing wrong with that. You knew it was fake as hell, but the food looked so good after. And dammit, you cared about some of the contestants whose lifelong dream it was to cook for their favorite chefs.

You: naw, a date

Tyrone With That Monster: what you mean a date?

You: I said what I said

You flipped your phone over. You did not have time to go back and forth with Tyrone. He wasn’t usually a fast texter and you still needed to slip on your dress. Your playlist flipped to “Body” by Megan the Stallion and you shimmied your way to your closet. You pulled out dress after dress, wondering which one screamed that you were classy but liked to be fucked into oblivion.

Your phone buzzed and buzzed but you ignored it. It was a text tone and you sincerely hoped that Vaughn was not the type of nigga to text that he was here. His ass better come to the door like a gentleman. He was too early anyway.

Going through your options, you decided to go with a burnished orange mini dress. You’d have to spend the night making sure you weren’t flashing your ass for the wrong crowd but it was short enough for Vaughn to get the message. You opened your closet door to reveal the mirror hanging from it.

You slipped the dress on, carefully yanking it down to fit over your wide hips and ass. You turned in the mirror to look at how the dress hung. Damn, you could see the bottom of your ass. There was no way to keep it down. Shit. Not appropriate for dinner. It was appropriate for the club, so you grabbed your phone from the vanity, ready to text your friend about a potential club date.

You had several missed messages from Tyrone asking where you were going, who you were going with, what you were wearing, why you stopped answering, etc. You giggled running through the messages. You didn’t know what was going on with him, acting like ya’ll went together real bad.

You were in the middle of typing a reply when you heard a thumping noise. You turned down Megan, a cardinal sin you know, and listened. Someone was banging on your door like they were the police. You tossed your phone onto your bed and headed towards the front door.

If it was your date, it was off. You had no time for a disrespectful ass mu’fucka. You looked through your peephole and gasped. Tyrone stood with his back towards you, scanning your neighborhood.

You opened the wooden door, staring at him through the metal door. “Tyrone?” You asked.

“Open up,” he said.

You crossed your arms. “Why are you here bangin’ on my door like that? You know my neighbor–”

“Is deaf as hell. Open this damn door,” he said and sucked his teeth.

Your pussy fluttered and you squeezed your thighs to make the ol’ girl calm down. So it had been a month since you seen him. So you still woke up in the morning sometimes from dreams where he folded you in half. Tyrone was a fuck boy, through and through, and you had no time for that.

“Who the hell do you think you talkin’ to like that? Take that bass out ya voice,” you said.

“Open this damn door,” Tyrone said, lowering his voice and injecting more bass. Asshole. That only turned you on more.

You sighed and twisted the lock, opening the door for him. You didn’t want to cause a scene. The sweet old lady you lived next door to was kind and treated you like a granddaughter. She wouldn’t understand why you’d put up with someone like Tyrone.

You didn’t really understand it either. You just knew that you hated a weak ass man. There was nothing wrong with men who listened to their ladies and were sweet in everything that they did. But it turned you off when you told someone to shut up and they just went, “yes, ma’am”.

Where was the fight? Where was the passion? Words never swayed you. You were always about the action.

Tyrone swept into your apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. He closed the wooden door and then finally faced you. Letting him in was a mistake you genuinely regretted at that moment.

He looked so cozy standing there in a hooded jacket, jacket over it, thick black jeans, and some Jordans. You wanted to bundle up with him. In your room. Under the covers.

“The hell you going dressed like that?” He asked.

“Hello to you too, nigga,” you rolled your eyes and traipsed back to your room. Tyrone’s thunderous steps followed.

“Shoes off!” You snapped.

Tyrone sighed dramatically, never understanding the thing about taking off his shoes. You didn’t know which ho’s house he was coming from or which backwoods ass alley he was selling out of, but you did not want it tracked all over your soft brown carpet.

Tyrone followed you to your room where you slipped the dress back over your head. You were braless and Tyrone openly stared at your tits but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. He was barely a friend and he would be nothing more so there was no harm.

Even though you felt his gaze like a physical thing. As if he were already pulling you close and running his hands across your breasts, squishing, kneading…okay, stop it.

You looked through your other dresses, trying to find something before your date showed up. You roughly had an hour, so you hoped you could find something quickly. If finding your dress was hard, finding a matching pair of heels was harder.

“So you just gon’ flash them shits and ignore me?”

“What do you want, Tyrone? I said I was busy,” you told him. Your back was to him. You didn’t want to look at him too long or give him any hint that he could approach you. You weren’t sure you had the willpower to resist him.

Did you love him? No. You barely tolerated him. You weren’t even sure how you fell into “fuck buddy” territory. It had been a wild couple of months, where you had more fun having sex than you could remember.

But, the more you hopped in with him, the less you wanted to hop in with anyone else. And that simply wouldn’t do.

You were growing uncomfortably wet. Your brain and heart didn’t want him, but your pussy did. Every swish of your thighs and dip of your hip reminded you of how wet you grew around him. If he were to enter you right now, he wouldn’t need to work himself in. You were your very own slip n’ slide.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing, you didn’t want to have to explain yourself.

“You said you didn’t do dates,” he said.

“I don’t.” You couldn’t concentrate on finding a dress while he stood there, across the way from you. It felt like he was crowding your space. Or maybe that was just his presence.

“What the fuck? Why you actin’ like this?” He asked.

“I’m not acting like anything. You the one that showed up unannounced,” you said. You risked a glance at him. He had his hands in his hoodie pocket, head tilted a bit to the side, and eyes furrowed.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. With his big, sexy ass lips. Wide nose. Fierce eyebrows. Your pussy would never let you forget what his tongue could do. Could you clean yourself up real quick? You didn’t want to go out on a date with soaked panties.

You pulled the next dress you could find out of the closet and held it up to yourself. It was a black, sleeveless midi dress that would more than cover your ass but still short enough to not hinder you from getting some tonight.

You had been depriving yourself of dick, mostly because you were bored with the current rotation. They weren’t doing anything new, weren't trying to do anything new, and you didn’t have time to break it down for them.

You were ready to hop on and get yours. So you quietly ghosted the current roster and set to work building up some potentials. Vaughn was the only one with some sense so far. He used proper grammar, he had hobbies outside of playing ball on the weekends or surfing the internet trolling, and he was on his grown man grind.

“If you wanted a date, why didn’t you ask me?” Tyrone asked.

You laughed. The sound erupted from you, loudly and rudely, and you held your hand to your mouth to rein it back in.

“You? Taking me on a date? Be fuckin’ forreal.” You couldn’t hide the laughter in your tone.

“You actin’ like a nigga can’t take you somewhere nice. After we fuck, you kickin’ me out the bed.”

Laughter still shook your shoulders as you glanced at him. But he wasn’t laughing. His lips were pressed together and you had to really look at him. Was he serious?

“I thought that was what we agreed to?” Did you miss something?

“Yeah, I thought we agreed to fuck with each other.”

“And do?”

“So why you switching shit up, going on dates? When we got started, I asked you out a few times.”

You bit the corner of your mouth. You hated messy shit like this. “Not that I have to explain myself, but I felt like a date today. Felt like doing something new. Fuck buddies starting to get played if I can’t hang out after,” you said. You shrugged your shoulders.

You weren’t in the market for a relationship. Didn’t have the time. But you supposed that you wanted a friend with benefits. Hang out to do dumb shit like go to the movies, go see a gallery opening, go out to dinner and then come home to get off. You weren’t down for the cuddling shit but maybe? You didn’t know what you were after, but this wasn’t it anymore.

You couldn’t picture Tyrone doing any of those things. He was too busy, too rough around the edges, to fit the ideal friend you were looking for.

“Then why can’t we hang after?” Tyrone asked.

You fought a smile. “And do what, Tyrone? Watch my corny ass shows that you complain about? Talk about work? Go out to the same five fast food restaurants and eat in the car, parked somewhere?”

“Damn, you think that about me?” His voice got soft. Shit. No, no. This was going all wrong. Tyrone was good for being a stone wall. You could say whatever and do whatever. He didn’t care. You liked that he didn’t care.

“I’m saying that this isn’t an exclusive thing. We both knew that. How many women you don’ fucked on your way over to me? How many girls you got waiting for a call back from you?”

“Ion know, I ain’t messed with none of them bitches for a good while. You’d know that if you texted me for something other than dick,” he said.

“Need I remind you who texted who tonight?”

“You’re so fuckin’ irritating!” Tyrone exploded.

“I don’t know what you want!” You screamed back.

“You! Dumb ass!”

Your mouth was already open, ready to rip apart anything he said in response. But when his words sunk in, when the pounding of your heart in your ears lessened, it dawned on you that he said he wanted you.

“Oh,” you said. You stood there awkwardly. You had the dress in your hands, hanging limply from the hangar. You lifted it, covering yourself, not sure what to say to that.

“You don’t even think about me, do you?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you said. You faced away from him.

“Then tell me what’s going on in your head, ‘cause I never do. I don’t fuckin’ get you half the time. But I know I want you,” he said.

“You just want what’s between my legs. This my fuckin’ pussy,” you snapped. Anger bubbled in your gut. Who the fuck did he think he was, pulling this shit? Forcing you to confront these…these…fuck ass feelings? You were about your money. You were about your grind. This was precisely why you didn’t want relationships and cut niggas off before it got this far.

This was ultimately your fault, for letting him linger for so long. But how could you deny your insane chemistry with him? You never got the grooves fixed in your wall because you liked remembering how he handled your body. You liked remembering that he worshiped every inch of you and never made a snide comment about your looks or weight.

You pretty for a big girl…it’s nice to be out with someone who eat like me, not like a damn bird…

“Don’t put words in my mouth. Ain’t that what you said?” Tyrone fired back.

You sighed and pushed past him, heading for the bathroom. “I need to get ready for my date,” you mumbled.

Tyrone blocked your exit from your bedroom, using his size to crowd in even more. “How could you still think about that nigga when I’m right in front of you? Telling you I want you? We can stop the sex right now, if you’ll give me a chance,” he said, his tone soft. His eyes were pleading with you, silently begging you to make that leap.

“There’s only sex between us, Tyrone. Move,” you said. You looked away from him, digging your hands into your flesh, clutching the dress to yourself.

“Fine. Tell me your pussy ain’t wet and I’ll leave,” he said.

“That’s not fair, Tyrone,” you said.

“I don’t care. Tell me it isn’t. Tell me them little ass panties ain’t fuckin’ soaked.”

“Sex was never our problem,” you told him.

“You ain’t trynna be with me and I know you ain’t trynna be with whatever fuck nigga you got comin’ to swoop you up. You don’t even know if his dick as good as mine. Let me send you out proper then,” he said.

He closed the minimal distance between you, pressing his lips to your temple. “Show me you truly don’t fuck with me no more and I’ll leave,” he said.

“You just confessed that you want me. How fair is it to let you hit after that? Or let you hit and then go out with someone else?” He could not fuck you into being with him. There was no way that he was going to fuck some feelings into you.

Stupidly, a small part of you still didn’t want to give him up. You wanted him to take back what he said. To unring that bell. You wanted him to take those words from your brain so that he could stay on the roster. Stay unbothered. You didn’t want to change your arrangement.

“I’m just some fuck boy right? I got other women waiting on this dick, so what does it matter?”

“Because you already ruined it!”

Tyrone only smirked. He tugged on the dress. You held on but you didn’t want to tear the dress either. You let it go and he tossed the dress onto your ottoman. He spread your arms out and he looked down at your titties. It was just cold. That was the only reason your nipples were beaded up like that.

“I can’t ruin what never was. I’m a grown ass man. I can handle rejection,” he said. His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and you fought off a shiver.

“Tyrone…” You knew this was a bad idea. “We shouldn’t.”

Dammit, you were dick whipped. And you knew that you had to hold out. Had to remain strong. You couldn’t fuck someone who had feelings for you. You were an asshole but you had to be an asshole with some rules. There was a line somewhere.

Tyrone took off his jacket and then took off his hoodie, revealing a white t-shirt. His lips returned to your forehead, then your cheek, bypassing your mouth and headed towards your neck. You melted into his kisses, leaning your head back for more. Wait, no.

You pushed him away and put your hands up. “We can’t.”

“We shouldn’t. We can’t. Tell me no. Tell me no since you ain’t want me,” he said.

“I told you that sex was never our problem,” you said. You’d definitely have to change your panties now. You couldn’t go on a date like this. All hot and bothered. “I hate you.”

Tyrone smirked, removing his shirt. Your mouth dropped open. It had been far too long since you seen him naked. Since you seen that one eyed-monster he got hiding in his pants.

His hands deftly unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper moving slowly down. You followed the action. You were throbbing right now, needing a really good dick down. Wasn’t that what the whole Vaughn thing was for anyway? You had been texting him for a few weeks and you appreciated that he wasn’t begging for pussy. But Tyrone was right. You didn’t know if Vaughn was good in bed yet.

“What was it that you said? It’s your pussy right? Don’t you want to take care of her before your date? Just so you’re in it thinking with your head,” he said.

Tyrone waited. He waited for you to tell him no. To tell him to get dressed, walk out, and leave you free for your date. You just stared at his hands on his jeans, ready to pull them down.

“I hate you,” you sighed. You weren’t strong. You were not every woman. It was not all in you. He was right. He was a grown man and he could handle rejection. One last roll around the sheets wouldn’t kill him. Maybe he needed that final nut to get you out of his system.

Tyrone’s smug smile split his face as he dropped the jeans. His dick was already pressing against his black boxer briefs. He rubbed himself over the top. “Get that pretty ass on the bed,” he said.

He had you, so he was back to familiar territory. You followed his directions, walking backwards until your legs hit the bed. You sat down. He approached, still rubbing that wonderful, beautiful dick of his.

You licked your lips. You reached out to grab the band of the boxers, but he slapped your hand away. You gave him a funny look but he only knelt down slowly. He hauled your legs to his shoulders and scooted in, until you were angled perfectly.

He took a deep breath. “Missed this fuckin’ pussy,” he said. He moved your panties to the side and started eating you out. No teasing, no games, just big lips attached to your pussy and eating like it was his God given right.

“Oue, shit,” you moaned. You tried to scoot back a bit. You weren’t used to such intensity from him.

Tyrone pulled you forward, pressing his shoulders under your thighs and forcing your legs wider. Music still played in the background, a sensual R&B tune called “Flames” that only highlighted this naughty moment.

His tongue flicked against your clit. He attacked it with precision, flicking it back and forth since he knew it was the quickest way to get you off. As he did that, his left hand held your pussy lips open. His right hand trailed down in your slickness and pushing inside you.

“Ohhhhh,” you moaned to the ceiling. He fucked you with his thick digits, going in and out at a fast pace. Your thighs shook on his shoulders.

“Mhm, this yo pussy right?” He whispered against your clit.

“Yess,” you moaned. And it was. You were the proud owner of something that drove men insane. Thinkin’ they owned you or some shit. You were the mu’fucka that had to deal with it day in and day out. So why should it belong to a mu’fucka who couldn’t find your clit even if you drew them a map?

Tyrone suckled on your clit, driving his fingers deeper inside of you. Tyrone didn’t need a map. He knew exactly what to do. He flipped his hand over, curling his fingers in a come hither motion. You clutched his braids as you came on his face. Shaking. Quaking. Was there an earthquake or were you just shaking that damn badly from this momentous orgasm?

“Fuuhh,” you cried out. It had been entirely too long. Damn, my bad sis, you mentally thought about your vagina. You would never deprive her for so long again.

You twitched as Tyrone continued to lap up your orgasm, groaning at your taste. He was mumbling something but you couldn’t hear. He leaned back, lifting his soaked fingers to his mouth and suckled up your juices.

He stood up and peeled off your panties. “Knew you were wet as fuck,” he said, self satisfaction written all over his face.

“Whatever, nigga,” you groaned. He chuckled and picked you up. He tossed you further on the bed. You were ready to admonish him for it, but he finally freed that big ass monster. His dick bobbed when he was finally free.

He stood there a moment, letting you look your fill. “Hurry up and come fuck me,” you said. You didn’t have time to play. You weren’t sure what the time was. Oh yeah, you tossed your phone onto the bed.

Tyrone chuckled. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over. The bed dipped as he climbed on.. Where did he get the fuckin’ audacity to toss you around like this? Was this the same Tyrone? Did he have a twin or clone somewhere who was a little sex freak?

He slapped your ass. “Goddamn,” he said. “That fuckin’ recoil is dangerous.”

“Who do-”

He entered you and you gasped from his size. Did he get bigger? Was that possible? This couldn’t be the same dick you were hopping on a few weeks ago. “Oh fuck,” you gasped.

Your hands clutched the red sheets, trying to pull yourself away from him. You weren’t prepared for this!

Tyrone slammed your hips back down on his girth and you cried out. A mix of pain and pleasure had your hand frantically reaching back. Tyrone grabbed it and pushed it into the bed next to your head. His large hand covering yours was sexy all by itself. Your pussy fluttered and Tyrone groaned.

“This yo pussy right?” He asked.

“Yeesssuh,” you moaned.

You started throwing it back on him, slapping your ass against his thighs. The wet smacking got louder than the music playing in the background. “Fuck me,” he moaned and went harder.

A dance of dominance began. Your hips rolled as you tried to gain some type of control. You liked getting fucked as much as the next person, but he was an entirely different animal tonight. A dangerous one. He was pulling out all kinds of moves you didn’t know he had. And you were unprepared for it. Blindsided that this mu’fucka still had some tricks up his sleeve.

But every inch you tried to gain, he’d switch it up. He took his hand off of yours and replaced it on your hip. He lifted up his right leg to steady himself. Then he really went to town. Each meeting of your skin on his was like a shotgun blast. Lethal. Loud. His thrusts were hard. His strokes deep.

He moved his hand again, snaking it under your bodies until he found your clit. “Oh, shit, wait,” you mumbled.

“Uh-uh, this yo pussy. Treat her right,” he grunted. His harsh breaths fanned over your overheated skin.

His fingers were too much. You reared up as another orgasm tore through you. Like a mini tornado. You shook, your eyes crossed, and pleasure whipped you into a chaotic frenzy. As you were still cumming, Tyrone pulled out long enough to flip you onto your back.

Your hands flew to his chest, but he ignored you. The nigga had a demon inside of him. He licked his lips as he rammed back inside of you. Your back bowed off of the bed.

“What the fu–”

“Ima need one more, pretty girl,” he said. He pressed his chest into yours. His sweat mixed with yours. You slid easily against him, both panting and grunting and rutting like two mu’fuckas in heat.

“I can’t–”

“Sure you can. It’s your pussy, you can do what you want,” he murmured into your neck. He lifted his head and kissed you.

You were stunned, gasping, and he took advantage licking the lip gloss from your lips. His tongue played with yours.

On the heels of your last orgasm, he pulled another one from you. Like a little thief. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Surely, you saw stars. The universe. You knew every answer known to man in that moment. You touched another reality as your body flooded his dick.

He slipped out and he frantically shoved back in. “That’s right. You treat that pussy well,” he said. He continued to kiss you and fuck you through it. You couldn’t comprehend anything beyond his dick ramming inside of you as if he were truly trying to steal your guts.

Distantly, you heard your ringtone. “Ignore it,” you said against his lips.

“Answer it,” he said.

“What?”

“Answer. That. Shit.” Every word was a deeper stroke. How was he not as deep as possible already?!

You turned your head, your hand frantically reaching through your red sheets for your phone. Vaughn’s name flashed on the screen. Fuuuuuck.

Pressure built in your lower belly. You clenched around Tyrone’s thick dick. “On speaker,” Tyrone said with a smirk.

Your hand shakily swiped to answer and then you put him on speaker. You laid the phone on your chest. Tyrone seemed to like that because he grinned and then turned his attention to your abandoned nipples.

He suckled one into his mouth. “H-Hello?” You answered, trying to sound like you weren’t getting your guts rearranged.

“Hey, just wanted to let you know that I was five minutes out.” Vaughn had a deep voice too. Not quite as deep as Tyrone’s. But it still lovingly caressed your ears.

“I’m so sorry. I uh-” You bit your lip to keep from moaning. He was so damn big. His thrusts turned shallow, giving you a little room to breathe. His tongue laved around your nipple, sending sharp tugs to your pussy.

“I should’ve texted,” you said. Your voice sounded strained to your own ears. If Vaughn wasn’t dumb, he’d know that you were doing something nasty. With someone that wasn’t him.

“Everything okay? You sound out of breath?” Vaughn asked.

“I feel so sick.” You bit your lip again as Tyrone nibbled. He threw you a wink and then slammed into you once. You heaved and hoped it didn’t sound like a moan.

“Do you want me to bring something over? I just passed a store,” Vaughn said.

Take the fuckin’ hint, damn! “That’s–sweet. No, I’ll call, okay?” You asked.

“Alright. I’ll check on you. I hope you feel better.” He was so sweet. Dumbass.

“Okay, byee!” You hung up the phone just as Tyrone increased his strokes. His balls slapped against your wet pussy, your sheets drenched from your orgasms.

“This yo pussy?” Tyrone asked as he threw his head back and finally came, flooding you with his cum.

“Shiiii–” You came with him, both of you mutually lost to it. To the heat and pleasure chasing around and around inside your body.

Tyrone grabbed your wrists as his dick pulsed inside of you. You felt the spurts leaking out of him. He pressed your wrists close to your head. He grunted as he felt you clenching and unclenching around him, greedily sucking it all in.

“Sorry about your date,” Tyrone panted and grinned.

“I hate you so goddamn much,” you said and chuckled.

“Let’s throw on one of them corny ass shows and I’ll eat you out again.” He kissed along your jaw, wiggling his hips a bit so you knew he was still thoroughly lodged there, burying his cum deep inside you.

Well, who were you to complain? You ain’t want to go out that badly anyway.

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Oh Chute // Bob Floyd

Summary: For some reason you’d never know, yours and Jake personal Heaven becomes a check point for the friends you left behind. One by one the Daggers come through on their way to their forever life after death.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Blunt force trauma. F-18 accident. Bob Floyd Angst.

Word Count: 2.5k

Author Note: This is a spin off Series to Bruises. Masterlist Tagged below.

Bruises Masterlist | Life After Death Masterlist

Name: Robert Floyd: Age: 36 Cause Of Death: Blunt Force Trauma sustained via fall.

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“Where the hell am I?” Robert Floyd had no idea where the hell he was. One minute he was in the cockpit, sitting behind Phoenix like he had done for years, and then? He was in a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere. His head hurt, a lot. But when he came to with a mouth full of dirt he knew something had to be wrong. Very wrong.

“Oi.” Jake Seresin loved golden hour. It was his favorite time of the day. When the sun would kiss the horizon and leave a beautiful golden hume across the fields that seemed never ending. Rolling plains of green lush fields that were all his, all yours. Your own silence of paradise.

“Hotshot!” Jake snapped at the Boxer whose hair stuck up along his spine. His bark was just that, all bark and no bite. “I’m gonna get your vocal cords clipped if you don’t cut it out man.” It’s an empty threat that the Boxer dog has heard a billion times before—and it always seems to fall on deaf ears. Hotshot kept barking in the direction of where he’d sensed danger looming. “Dammit—!”

Jake stood from where he was crouching to fix the broken wire on the fence that bordered what he could only assume was another property. Someone else’s slice of heaven. He hadn’t ever seen what was beyond the rolling hills, but he didn’t care all that much. He already had everything he ever needed and more.

“Hello!? Is anyone here!?”

“Huh?” Jake frowned when he saw it, a figure dragging a parachute across the field in his direction. “Ain’t no way—“ Jake shook his head and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. He pocketed the gloves he’d been wearing and took a few cautionary steps closer to the figure that grew closer and closer. Until he knew for sure who he was seeing:

“Floyd?” It comes out a little bit questionable and albeit hesitant because Jake isn’t sure why exactly he was seeing Bob on his property. “Bob? Is that you?” He calls out again. “Oh fuckk—this can’t be good.” Jake says that last part to himself, he knows that the only people here are already dead or figments of his imagination.

Bob freezes in his tracks, it had been a few years since he’d heard that unforgettable voice. It’s Jake, it’s Hangman. Bob can only just make out the blonde hair and the stupidly symmetrical physique, but regardless of the distance he knows it’s Jake Seresin. Oh crap. He’d fallen asleep before training hadn’t he? He was asleep in the red room right this very second, dreaming of a friend he lost not too many years back.

“Hangman! Oh my god! What are you doing here?” Bob asks all the while he’s back on track, walking towards Jake as he makes his way over. Hotshot is already a mile ahead and at Bob's feet in no time, wagging his tail and licking Bob's hand. A welcome fit for an old friend. “Hey buddy, hi!”

Like Jake said, all bark, no bite.

“Uh, I—“ Jake knows he should probably approach this conversation carefully. If Bobs here then there’s only one real explanation as to why. He’s dead. “I live here.” Jake rubs at the back of his head as he assesses Bob's reaction. There’s hardly a flinch. “This is my home man, and you’re a long way from yours.” It doesn’t make sense, why was Robert Floyd in Jake's own personal afterlife? He didn’t understand the lore as well as you but even this was making his brain itch. Surely you’d know why?

“What do you mean you live here?” Jake can see the confusion all over Bob's face when he finally does reply. He can also see the blood creeping out of his nose. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. “I just ejected, my chute got tangled—“ Jakes standing there with his arms crossed just waiting for the lightbulb to turn on. Bobs a smart guy, he should be able to connect the dots. “Hang on, you died.” Bob's frowning while he looks up at Jake once again. “You died years ago. Does that mean?”

“Dead doesn’t mean done Bob.” Jake just smiles, he still wasn’t sure why Bob was here or what happened to bring Bob here, but he was thankful to see an old friend. “You might of—“ Jake doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Bob is cutting him off. Nope. Nope this can’t be happening. Bobs not dead. He’s just asleep.

“I need to get back.” Bob just shakes his head in disbelief. “I uh—I’m dreaming, yeah.” It’s his way of processing what’s happening. “I’m dreaming, yeah, yeah no I fell asleep in the rec room didn’t I?” There’s a silence that lingers in the field while Jake just looks at his old colleague, god he didn’t look a day older than the last time Jake saw the WSO.

“Sure pal.” Jake just sighs while the two men hug for what feels like the first time in a lifetime. He can feel how fast Bob's heart is racing. “Why don’t you come up to the house? I’ll fix you something to drink.” It’s the only thing Jake can think of to help settle the clearly distressed soul. Bob nods, he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s tried to wake up a few times now but damn this dream really feels real.

“Jake, is this real?” Bob nearly sobs while the two men walk back up to Jake's truck. He’d driven up to the border fence a little while ago. “Am I dead?” Jake contemplates how to handle this situation, but he settles on a little humour to take the edge off. He always did love fucking with Bob.

“As a doorknob dude.” Jake chuckles softly all the while Bob just stands there in disbelief. “You probably hit the ground hard too.'' Jake can see the colour draining from Bob's face as he takes his helmet off in the passage's seat. It’s then he sees the blood pouring out of Bob's ears. Damn. The ground must have been really hard. Jake remembers that feeling all too well. The thud, the snow. But for Bob it must have been so much worse.

“Oh god.”

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“Honey!” You heard Jake's boots against the hardwood floor before you saw him. He’s got that all too familiar walk that lets you know it’s him. Not that it would ever be anyone else, but right now it did sound as if there were a few extra footsteps present. “You around?”

“I’m in the kitchen with Ellie!” You cooed back. Bouncing softly while you waited for your tea to steep. “She’s just gone down for a—“ Before you could even say that your daughter had just fallen asleep against your chest in her wrap, you were rendered speechless by the scared silhouette behind your husband. “Bob?”

“Hollywood?” Bob was in more shock than you were. “Oh okay yeah now I’m definitely dreaming.” He steps past Jake and into the kitchen to give you a hug that was all too welcomed. You send your husband a frown of concern over the WSO’s shoulder and Jake confirms what you think you already know.

Robert Floyd was dead. He’d recently died or was dying as you spoke and he was in denial about it.

“Uh—Bob honey I’d say it’s good to see you but I don’t think you belong here.” You cooed with a soft expression plastered across your face. As much as you loved seeing an old friend you knew for certain that if Bob was dead he needed to get to his own forever home before he got stuck between the land of the living and the land of the dead. “What happened? What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I’ll get you a drink man.” Jake adds all the while you and Bob sit down at the dining table in the kitchen. He finishes making you your cup of tea while he listens to Bob explain the last thing he remembered before he was waking up in the middle of Jake's back paddock.

“It was just a simple training session.” Perhaps the denial was beginning to wear off, you could see how shaky Bob's hands were while he played with his cuticles and looked around the kitchen. “Something was wrong with our altitude gauge, Phoenix couldn’t keep the nose and before I knew it we were punching out.” It all happened so fast. “I pulled my chute.” Bob explained all the while his heart began to race as realisation set it. “But it wouldn’t untangle—“ Your heart just broke, Jakes too. He couldn’t imagine free falling from the sky like that—even though he kinda did. “I think I hit the ground before I could pull my secondary.”

“Bob, do you know where you are?” It was the softness in your voice and the love you held in your eyes that made Jake fall a little more in love with you. He did everyday. Not a day went by where he didn’t fall more in love with you. “Do you hear anything? See anyone?”

When you had died, all you could hear was Jake begging you to stay. The sunset was so beautiful and the homestead was so peaceful and nothing seemed to hurt, you just couldn’t stay. As much as it pained you to turn your back on the faded image of the love of your giving you CPR, you had to see what was inside the home you now shared with that very same man. He’d come racing up the driveway not a few months later.

“I think I’m in a hospital somewhere?” Bob could hear a beeping sound, like a heart monitor reading his pulse. “I don’t remember it hurting, dying that is.” Bob let his chin fall as Jake handed him a glass of water, remembering that the weapons system office didn’t drink in life so he probably wouldn’t in death. “We all missed you, both of you, so much.” It was a beautiful thing to hear, even after all this time. You knew Jake missed his friends and hoped they understood why he did what he did. He had to be with you. If he couldn’t in life then death would have to do.

“For what it’s worth?” You looked to your husband with an all knowing smile before you rubbed your thumb on Bob's hand to sooth his worried soul. “We know, but we’ve been happy this whole time.”

“I understand why you both did it, you know.” Bob added as he sniffed. “Rooster was so mad for so long but I always understood.” It made Jake's heart sink into his stomach, but hopefully he’d get the chance to say he was sorry one day. “Am I really dead?”

“I’m sorry Bob.” You didn’t know what else to say. “If you wanna come into my office with me I can probably help you figure out where you’re supposed to go from here?” You offered. “I’m not even really sure why you’re here and as much as I’ve really enjoyed getting to see you again, but, you can’t stay.”

“Where do I go then?” Bob asked softly and all the more confused. “I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“What’s your perfect world man?” Jake asked as he leaned back on the kitchen countertop. He had his, you were all Jake Seresin ever needed. “Your idea of heaven? Your forever home?” Your little girl was his forever dream. “Surely there’s something—“

Robert Floyd was silent for a moment, he thought about where he’d want to spend the rest of his forever life.

“I had this old drum set when I was a teenager.” You caught the glint in Bob's eye, he could hear the music playing. “My dad owned this old instrument shop that had pretty much everything you ever needed in it, drums, electric guitars, pianos, even clarinets.”

“If that’s where you wanna go Bob then I’m sure that’s where you’ll end up once you step outside our door.” You could see the gears turning in your husband's mind, he was trying to figure out why Bob was even here. It was so random, so out of the blue. Were all his friends going to come through one at a time? Was this how things worked? Did they all miss him so much they couldn’t pass on without saying goodbye?

“I’m not ready to go yet.” It was as genuine as ever. Bob was just scared, he didn’t know how to feel or what to say. All he knew was that he just needed a minute to figure out if this was real or if he’d just fallen asleep in the rec room. “Could I maybe just sit here for a while?”

“Yeah Bob.” Oh how you’d missed your friends, the people who cared the most. “Yeah, take all the time you need.”

“You can go, if you want—“ It was the softest of voices, the most calming of lullabies. Bob could hear her right in his ear. “I’m right here, you aren’t alone, so if you need to go, you go, okay?” Phoenix cried as Bob turned around in his chair to look over his shoulder. He saw the image clear as day. He was in a hospital room being kept alive by machines and tubes.

“Who is it?” You asked as Bob saw his final moments play out right before him. He never wanted that, to end up on life support. Bob had always told the people who mattered most to him to pull the plug if he ever got to that point. Phoenix must have listened.

“It’s okay, you go, say hi to Hangman and Hollywood for me.”

“Nix—“ Bob smiled at the thought of his front seater. He hoped wherever his heaven was that hers wouldn’t be far away. “She says to say hi.”

It felt all too real when you looked over to your husband. These were his people more so than they ever were yours. He’d known them for years and left them all without saying goodbye. Now was his chance.

“I really did miss you Bob.” Jake sighed as he walked across the kitchen with heavy steps. His hand came to rest on the WSO’s shoulder, bringing a comfort Bob didn’t know he’d missed so much. Jake loved you so much, that was clear to everyone who knew him once he lost you. For some it was easier to accept than others. Bob only hoped that if Rooster got a chance to stop by on his journey into the forever that he wouldn’t hold his grudge. “But I couldn’t say, every breath I took since she left felt like such a waste on me.”

Bob looked at you, and then looked back up at Jake. The blood from his ears had begun to fade. There was no more pain. Bob was simply Bob. And he could hear the drums as clear as day just outside the front door. It was his time to go.

“I’m just glad that you guys got your happily ever after.” Bob chuckled to himself. “Even if it was in death.”

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What We Want

Day 7: free day

Summary: Y/n had not expected her past to meet her through her present and future.

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A/n: to make up for the lack of fics during the whole week, I wrote more than one fic for day 7 of @azrielappreciationweek

(i feel like there is a possiblity for more parts for this fic, so let me know if you want that 😉)

Enjoy my loves!

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The party was in full swing, soft music coming from the speakers overhead. Or maybe it was the orchestra in the corner. Y/n didn't know. Nor did she care.

The soft murmurs and the loud laughter swirled around Y/n as she stood in a secluded area, holding a glass, all alone.

She sighed, swirling the wine in her glass as she leaned back against the wall behind her. She just wanted to go home and get some sleep, but even thinking about sleeping on that uncomfortable couch gave her back pain.

And she couldn't leave without her husband, as he was nowhere in sight, and if she left without him, he would get pissed.

She took a small sip from her glass, relishing the fresh and fruity flavor of the wine.

The flavor immediately soured in her mouth when she heard her husband's voice nearby. She turned to look for him.

And instantly wished she hadn't.

There he was, walking towards her as he smiled and talked to another man.

When she took in who her husband's companion was, her blood chilled.

A man who wore dark clothing, no adornments accept for a single silver chain hanging from the strong column of his throat and a few rings on his fingers.

The man simply nodded along to Vaughan, Y/n's husband, as he talked.

The man who Y/n knew all too well.

The one she had been a little too late in telling that she belonged to him.

And now she belonged to another.

She quickly turned away, hoping to slip away into the hallway nearby. But of course, her husband had reached her by then.

Of course he was still talking to Vaughan.

And, of course, recognition dawned on that beautiful face.

"Oh, also, this is the woman I'm married to." Vaughan gestured towards Y/n carelessly, as if he couldn't care less about the fact that she was his wife. His choice of words and their meaning also didn't go unnoticed by Y/n. And by the looks of it, Vaughan's friend picked up on it too.

While Vaughan was married to Y/n, by no means was she his wife. He didn't care for her, didn't like her in any way. In fact, he despised her.

"And Y/n, this is" –Azriel– "Azriel, a business partner."

Azriel hadn't looked away from Y/n for even a moment, and neither had she looked away from him. It seemed like none of them were intrested in losing the staring match.

Y/n finally looked away, towards Vaughan. And her blood instantly froze at the coldness she found there.

He glanced at Azriel with the same shrewdness and calculated anger, and Azriel, the damned bastard, still stared at Y/n like he'd seen a ghost.

Look away, dammit!

Y/n smiled at her husband, then at Azriel, nodding in greeting.

Azriel searched her face, and Y/n looked away, not wanting to give Vaughan any ideas regarding Y/n and her old friend.

The one she cared about.

The one she would give her life for.

The one she had stopped talking to.

The one she loved.

And the one she would forever pine for.

Not that it mattered now. And when it would have mattered, she had been too late.

Just then, breaking the train of Y/n's thoughts, came a loud giggle.

Y/n looked up from her glass of wine, finding Eve, Vaughan's... girlfriend, clinging onto his arm. She curled her lean body around him, giggling. Probably at one of his unfunny jokes.

Y/n swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth, gulped down the remainder of her wine in one go, and then excused herself.

She needed to get out of there. Because if she didn't, she would lose her shit and break down, right then and there, in front of everyone.

She exited into a nearby hallway, turning right. She didn't know where she was going. Neither did she care. All she cared for was getting as far as she could from her husband and her love.

Of course, her luck didn't want her to be alone.

The sound of footsteps following her sounded from behind, and she hurried her steps, then broke into a full on sprint, hoping to lose whoever was following her.

If she had to choose, she would rather have Vaughan follow her, because she didn't know if she could handle it if it was him.

She spied a door nearby, muttering a word of prayer to god as she picked up speed, her gown riding the air behind her, the slit in her dress causing the warmed air to caress Y/n's bare legs.

The door opened into a balcony, the cool night air making her shiver slightly as she leaned against the railing, hoping she had lost the person following her.

She heaved a sigh when no one followed her onto the wide and spacious balcony.

Too soon.

It was maybe a minute of two after when the door behind her creaked open, and out stepped her one and only love, looking disheveled, his chest heaving.

He stared at her, and she did the same until he regained some semblance of control over his breathing. Then he spoke.

"Y/n." Her name was a whispered plea to the gods, a prayer that slipped out of his lips. His eyes searched hers before he raked them up and down her body. There were so many emotions in his beautiful hazel eyes that she couldn't begin to decipher them, even if she wanted to.

Good for her, she didn't want to. She couldn't afford to want that, because if she did, she wouldn't be able to hold back her sorrow at the loss of her friend. And love. But he didn't know that, nor did he need to.

She sighed, pretending to be irritated. "Azriel. What do you want?"

Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe when she saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, as if her body was disappointed with her and wanted her to die.

To be honest, she felt the same.

"It's been so long. How are you? Why don't you talk to me anymore? Why do you ignore my messages and calls?"

Y/n made sure to clear her face of any and all emotions, tugging on the mask that she had mastered in the last six months, the six months that she'd been married to Vaughan.

She turned away, knowing all he could see on her face was detachment and coldness. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She could feel it when his demeanour changed. She knew she had taken it too far, maybe put years of friendship in jeopardy, but that was not a bad thing if he would leave her alone. Forget about her. It would be for the best, she told her heart. He wouldn't get hurt if she pushed him away.

Or maybe he would get hurt, but not as much as when he found out the extent of the mess she was in. When he found what could have been.

She heard him coming closer, then his cologne of mist and cedar reached her, and instinctively, she took a deep breath. And then she saw him in her peripheral view, staring at her with cold hard eyes, eyes that were always reserved for peple who hurt his family or him.

His hand, so much bigger than hers, wrapped around her elbow. He tugged lightly, and she heaved a frustrated sigh, turning to look up at him.

"Quit it." He mumbled quietly.

"Quit what?"

"I know this is an act, Y/n, so quit it."

"What makes you think this is an act? And what is this?" She snarled, snatching her elbow back from his grip.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I've known you for years Y/n-"

"That does not mean you know anything about me." She sneered. "Stop pretending like you do."

He simply stared at her, unmoving, giving her the no nonsense look that would have crumbled the old Y/n, but she was not who she had once been, and she stared back at him, as still as him.

After a moment, he sighed. "If you are so interested in having me leave you alone, then tell me one thing, and I will leave you alone."

Her heart clenched, knowing he would keep that promise and leave her alone.

She knew she didn't want that, and also knew she was stupid to not want that.

But she gestured at him to continue, wrapping her arms around herself.

He studied her for a few moments, and she had to suppress a shiver under his intense gaze.

"Why did you marry that jerk?"

Instantly, she wondered how long the drop would be if she decided to throw herself over the railing. She wouldn't ever do that, but it seemed tempting, even if it was for a moment.

"Because I wanted to. Now you can leave."

She made to turn away, but his hand shot out, grabbing her around the bicep, tugging her closer. Due to the unexpected action, Y/n stumbled forward, crashing into Azriel's chest.

Her face was pressed to his chest, both her hands clutching his sides. She hurried to push away from him, her hand on his chest.

His other hand was around her waist, and she found him staring down at her intently when she lifted her head to meet his gaze.

She had to swallow because of the close proximity, searching his eyes.

His eyes eagerly followed the roll of her throat before rising back to hers.

"So is this what you are doing behind my back?"

Y/n jumped away from Azriel, startled by the sudden loud voice breaking the peaceful yet tension filled silence around her and her best friend.

She whirled around to find her husband standing in the doorway, fuming. Eve was practically draped across Vaughan's hand, smiling like a cat.

Y/n heart was beating in her throat, making it hard to speak, but she was finally able to find her voice before her husband could make any more assumptions. "Vaughan, I can explain. It's not what it looks like–"

"All cheaters say that." He smirked, eyeing the space between the Azriel and Y/n.

"You would know." The deep voice intoned from beside Y/n, and she stiffened, her blood turning to ice at the look that came across Vaughan's smirking face.

"Cheaters hide their affairs. I don't."

Panic suddenly gripped Y/n when Vaughan turned to her again. He simply jerked his head towards the corridor, and she shook her hand out of Azriel's grip and walked away without looking back.

She lowered her head when she passed next to Vaughan, and she could feel the satisfaction rolling off him in waves at the act of submission.

Vaughan followed her out, Eve with him. He didn't wait to see if Y/n followed as he walked towards where the exit, murmuring something in Eve's ear, making her giggle.

Y/n finally glanced back at a stony faced Azriel, letting her mask slip for just a moment.

It was not much, but it was enough to let Azriel know she was not a willing participant in this mess, and that she was sorry for talking to him so rudely.

Understanding entered his eyes at the vulnerability he spied in Y/n's gaze, but before he could do anything, she walked away.

Following her husband back to his car and, then, to the shit hole she called home.

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naruto-imagines-and-headcanons · 10 months

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Naruto Love Languages (Akatsuki)

Pein/Nagato - Physical Touch

Nagato struggles with his public image and personal image. When he is around others he is a god, a highly power who will bring peace. He is held to such a high standard and that comes with a lot of pressure. Inside he feels like just another person, but knows he has to keep up the persona to execute his plan. When you join him in public he boosts you up as his equal, an equal god to rule with him. But when you two get away from others and back into solitude, Nagato just collapses into your arms and wants to stay there all day. Sure he was tons of paperwork to do, but god dammit have you see the state his body is in? He deserves ONE day off. Loves it when you let him lay down on your lap and you play with his hair. While he is definitely more touchy in private, you do notice that in public he will quietly snake his hand into yours and not let go the whole meeting

Konan - Gift Giving

Konan is stoic but very sweet. She's been hurt quite a bit and is afraid to reach out again. Even when dating you for awhile she occasionally catches herself getting comfortable and retreats a bit. You know she means well and understand her struggles, but it does get sad sometimes. Something that doesn't go away though is her gifts to you. Konan loves to make origami for you, and larger paper creations as well. Your favorite animals, your favorite anime characters, she even makes statues of you two together. Seeing your smile when you recieve these makes her heart soar. Giving you gifts is her one way to confidently express her love, and will bring out the most genuine smiles she ever gives

Itachi Uchiha - Acts of Service

Itachi has some issues showing his emotions more directly. He's a man of few words. But what he doesn't say in words he says in actions. He adores taking care of you. He misses taking care of a younger sibling, or just family in general, it makes him feel important. So caring for you feels just as good, even better since you guys get to kiss and cuddle and stuff. Itachi will always be cooking meals for you and picking up around the house. If you ever get sick this man will be at your side the whole time, I'm talking fresh soup and blankets. Sure he may be a full time Akatsuki member, but with you he's like a housewife. And he wouldn't have it any other way!

Kisame Hoshigaki - Quality Time

Kisame is the definition of loyalty. He is already loyal to his friends and teammates, but to you he is unwavering. He'll never lie to you, sell you out, cheat on you, nothing. You're the only one for him. You're so special and are so interesting to him. Spending time with you is bliss for him, even when you just sit around and casually chat. Kisame could listen to your voice and stare at your beautiful face for hours on end. You'll often find him just staring at you smiling sweetly (much to your embarrassment). He'll back off if you tell him to, but will be back at it the next day

Sasori - Quality Time

Sasori values eternity over everything, that's why he turned himself into a puppet. The passage of time won't affect him, and he doesn't want it to affect your relationship either. He's not big on talking or touching, it's more just existing with you that makes him happy. Whenever he works on his puppets he likes to have you in his studio doing your own thing (with the occasional small talk if you catch him on a good day). Sasori thinks in the long term as well, not worrying if you guys just spend a day doing nothing. You have years and years ahead of you, you can spend a day just doing nothing and relaxing. Just be aware he will consistantly try to convince you to become a puppet so you guys can really live for eternity forever

Deidara - Gift Giving

When you and Deidara started dating, he definitely was showing off awkwardly. I'm talking bragging about his achievements, hyping up his fighting skills, stuff like that. He's lucky he's cute cause he could kinda be insufferable lol. But once he got comfortable around you he mellowed out a lot. More genuine conversations, wider range of emotions and vulnerability, and more confident touches as well. Now he can hold your hand without freaking out. Deidara adores giving you gifts most of all though. His art is obviously the best, and you're the best, so you are worthy of it! His gifts range from tiny little birds that tweet your favorite song before poofing into smoke, or a whole giant dragon doing a show and exploding into colorful fireworks. All of Deidara's creations have tons of time and effort put into them to make sure they are the highest quality for you. Everytime there is a new surprise in his clay, and you look forward to it every day

Hidan - Physical Touch

...Are you surprised? Come on let's be real here. Hidan appreciates the more sinful things in life, and that includes your body. He's kind of a douchebag and you each piss each other off alot, but he DOES care for you. He wouldn't want any other partner, you're his favorite little shit and he couldn't dream of losing you. Not to mention this man worships your body. Everything about you is just perfectly carved by Jashin just for him. Pretty much anything you do will turn him on, you're just that sexy to him. Hidan has no shame and will actively start making out and feeling you up in public. Why should he have to wait to get home to ravish you, you look so good right here right now! And he isn't ashamed to show the world how much he loves you, fuck them all. If you manage to hold him off till you get home, the moment you walk in the door he is throwing you over his shoulder and parading to the bedroom

Kakuzu - Quality Time

Kakuzu isn't the most... romantic person in the world. He's a bit difficult to deal with, even in a relationship. Sometimes you wonder why you fell for this guy in the first place. But then he'll ask you to stay with him while he counts money and talk. The whole time he is attentive and engaged, surprising you with his sincerity. He likes to have you around him a lot and will sometimes drag you into the same room as him with no words. Just sit next to him and he's satisfied. Kakuzu is also protective of you more than anyone in his life. Most people he gives no shits about, just ask his previous teammates. But you don't annoy him as much and he found himself genuinely caring for you. So in return he will kill anyone who dares to threaten or hurt you. News flash though, you will always play second fiddle to money

Tobi/Obito - Words of Affirmation

Either persona he chooses uses words to show his affection, just in drastically different ways. As Tobi, he is waaaaaaay more open and extravagent about it. He is gushing about you all the time in front of everyone, constantly bragging about you during meetings, he will not shut the fuck up. The world will KNOW how cool and funny and hot you are. But when he is back to regular Obito, he definitely calms down. He is still very affectionate and vocal, but in a more private way. He saves this sincerity for alone time and very rare outings. These times he feels open to be vulnerable with you and enjoys telling you all the things he holds inside. So no matter what side of Obito you have, you are gonna be treated like a national treasure (Oh but uh, another problem with Tobi is that uh... nothing you guys do will be private. Everything is gonna be broadcasted to the rest of the Akatsuki, so get used to the group knowing what color panties you were wearing)

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Konoha 12 + Sand Siblings | Shinobi & Founders | Akatsuki

#naruto #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #Pein #Nagato #Konan #Itachi Uchiha #Kisame Hoshigaki #Sasori #Deidara #Hidan #Kakuzu #Tobi #Obito Uchiha

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gabessquishytum · 9 months

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What if Hob baby trapped Dream

The usual ‘Dream returns and a relationship develops - a REAL relationship after literal decades of reflection due to fishbowl’ (not necessarily self-analysis bc this is Dream)

It takes time, sure. Months of tiptoeing around each other. Finally, though, finally they’re in Hob’s flat and maybe Hob is cooking (‘I do not require food’ ‘I know but you’re a guest and a friend and you helped cook it, you get to enjoy our work’) and something happens. A tiny grease fire, a knife that flips unexpectedly, a too hot pan jostled, and Hob steps in to protect Dream. it's small and reflexive for Hob, but Dream, who rarely has had anyone treat him like he is worth protecting even if the danger is but a minor inconvenience, it hits. He's finally forced to admit to himself He's Smitten. Utterly, completely, you've lied to yourself and buried your feelings so long and now they're unearthed and you're crushed by them Gone on Hob Gadling in Love.

In Dream fashion this comes to a head when Hob properly serves them both, sits down, cheers! and Dream looks ready to sob over his paneer tikka. Hob is hearing alarms 'sorry, hey, you don't have to eat?? I thought it'd be an experience yeah? I swear it's fine if you don’t (please for the love of god don’t leave???)' but Dream chokes out 'no. this. presentation. it's full of you… your dedication…

…your love.'

Again alarm bells for Hob, but Dream thanks him, lightly touches Hob's hand with his fingertips oh so timid, and Hob barely breathes out 'well… yeah' NOT ELOQUENT but as always so careful and sincere and - dammit - he’s HOPEFUL but he’s also a man who’s learned

and Dream POUNCES

it's messy. too eager and god if the floor isn't going to be the end of Hob's ump-teenth rebuilt spine, but after a frantic disrobe Dream is manifesting a cunt and riding Hob hard. Hob will deal with the tailbone bruising if it means he gets to feel Dream around him, holding Hob's chest hair for dear life, clenching his thighs while Hob pumps into him like he's giving Dream life support

Hob is babbling of course, all manner of praise and attention and teeth-gnashing possessive WANT. Dream clenches and whines so prettily resting on Hob’s hips and around Hob’s solid thighs. At some point whatever Hob says gets a semi coherent reply. One soft '…please'. Hob loses what restraint he had and repeats the apparently high key possessive - take you, keep you, everyone should know youre mine youre mine - primal love letters Hob’s had at the back of his brain. Hob will hunt anyone down who even looks at Dream sideways. He has nothing but time and zeal and the same passion to show Dream what life has to offer, the same passion he’s had since 1389, the carefully tended kindness and the never-truly-gone devotion for what Hob calls His.

and Dream. poor Dream who has had loyalty but so very little FREE devotion from anyone who could choose to leave, who never HAD to stay - especially now that Hob knows who gave him immortality and STILL wants Dream. Even with all his eons of existence, Hob has mortal experience on his side so eventually Dream is nearly weeping, no reprieve, begging at this point for Hob to ‘let everyone know’ Dream is Hob’s Hob’s Hob’s

Hob fingers Dream’s clit again in time with two three five more thrusts and it’s perfect yet too much, the clench the keening the hands clawing Hob’s chest, the revelation of *having* after loving this being from a distance. Loving them in PERSON after centuries? Neither of them were prepared

Needless to say they spend a good 15 minutes on the too-hard floor before Hob convinces Dream that he can’t live on Hob’s chest and in Hob’s clavicle forever, to let him pull out (HUGE dramatic complaint) and take care of Dream, who does so now with the best attempt at luxuriating while pouting on bare oak flooring one could hope for.

Hob does a quick self clean up, brings a towel and a kiss for Dream, is so tender, then throws the towel in the corner, carries Dream to his bed while Dream reclaims his spot in the crook of Hob’s neck and. Fuck. Hob was so caught up that he hadn’t even thought about what if Dream would be done here after this. Would he leave now that everything is settled? Hob was willing to be Dream’s friend - still is - but tonight would take a while to get over, if he ever could

(he would, he tells himself, he’s not losing him again, he can do this).

Hell if he isn’t having a breakdown. Tomorrow though. That’s for tomorrow.

Hob wants to keep Dream so so much, he wants his stories and his smiles and his tantrums and his conflicts. He wants Dream. But Hob collects himself (he tries) while approaching the bed, ready for distance, indifference, absence even but

There he is.

Dream

Dream sees Hob.

Blinks like a cat.

Slowly reaching his hand towards Hob with the smallest, most delicate smile. No one would know but Hob. But Hob has spent a lifetime (several) memorizing that mouth. He knows. He mentally short circuits. He manages to say a form of Thanks in 5 different languages then

he relaxes onto the mattress and, after arranging the blankets just so, feeling Dream hesitate, Hob settles with confidence, taking his space in bed, pulls Dream in, precious, protected, somewhat known - he hopes for more - so after possibly 10 minutes or an hour he feels Dream relax like an exhale into Hob’s solid chest. Hob would’ve gladly waited through another 6 lifetimes. He’s a patient man. Dedicated.

He is also entirely in love.

But the thing most intrinsic to Hob is

Well

Things

Twofold

Yes he’s patient. He has learned patience and he’s damn good at it.

…He’s also, after all these years, still a bit of a bastard

…

After all this time. All these misunderstandings. All this too goddamn long chance to love one another wholly. All this uncertainty if Dream will return - if he CAN return! If Dream is even safe and if anyone can take care of him now or then or ever. Not as well as Hob would, surely. Perhaps he *will* let everyone know Dream is his

…

After all that dirty talk while Dream rode him like that… begged and clenched and moaned… Hob wonders

Next few times, desperate and sweet and, god, clinging to Hob like he’s the center of gravity…?

There’s room for a nursery after all

…

As in. Well. Maybe, just maybe, if there was something more substantial, something to anchor Dream, then Dream might be more inclined to allow himself to be pampered, be loved, be free to relax

…to be adored

…

Hob has seen Dream’s good and bad, his insecurities and his arrogance in presumed power, and his deep instinct to care with the whole of his being. He deserves reciprocation - truly, he is driven by a need to create, to nurture!

..then again, Dream too often manages to find himself at his lowest and determine that it means he should leave, bury himself in work and denial. Isolate and repeat the cycle when he could have been given softness and kindness like he should have always. So many of Dream’s creations adore him, yet he can’t accept it. Dream thinks work is the truest sign of care and doesn’t grasp stopping to Be Present

Maybe next time Dream stays with Hob, well, if Dream won’t allow himself to take a step back on his own, Hob can… encourage it

…

Plant the seed, if you will

…

After all

Dream is so good with kids

- 🎱 anon

Omg, yesterday we had Dream babytrapping Hob. So today we gotta have Hob babytrapping Dream. Balanced, as all things should be.

I'm also having a whole fucking moment about the way you write, here. It's absolutely beautiful and you totally managed to persuade me that Hob is doing a good thing. I'm questioning my moral compass as I read it. I like that very very much.

I just love this unhinged manifestation of Hob’s love and adoration of Dream. I'm sure he's also thinking "how much could I really do without him knowing and consenting? if he wanted to stop me he could stop me, he's practically all powerful". And how could his love possibly do anything to hurt Dream? A child would be such a wonderful thing, wouldn't it? A new era for the dreaming, a cementing of their relationship.

Dream can't run away if he's carrying Hob’s child with him. It's a terrible thought - Hob hates himself for it. He's not that kind of man anymore, at least he thought he wasn't. Maybe it's true, maybe he never really changed. Maybe he'll always be greedy for Dream’s love.

If Hob could dream a child into his beloved, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He thinks about it, often. Every night. Curled around Dream, one hand over where his womb would be. He closes his eyes tightly. Just dreams it, as quietly as he can. It's not like thinking, dreaming about it will do any harm.

Right?

(The seed is planted. Sprouting. Glowing and growing. You can't dream a baby into existence, not usually.

But then, there's nothing usual about Dream of the Endless. Or the baby in his womb.)

#🎱 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw manipulation #cw mpreg

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queenburd · 11 months

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not writing the fanfics fair & understandable but. might you share the plot bunnies perchance ??

i love that people like my ideas. it's honestly the most flattering thing.

this one is going to be.... confusing. it's told from a stanley pov, but here's the thing:

it's not the Stanley that I've been writing.

this Stanley is a Stanley who speaks, and his narrator is MUCH more antagonistic. this is a stanley who does the Zending to hurt the narrator, this is a narrator who relishes putting Stanley in his place. these are NOT people who see eye to eye. These two will never get along. The narrator wields his power aggressively, is cowardly, is mean, and refuses to ever try to find equal footing.

and THIS Stanley wants his freedom, and found the escape pod, but knows he will never ever get it, because it requires him and the narrator to work together.

so the hostility continues.

and then, during a moment of tempers flaring and another incoming ugly death, a hand grabs Stanley's and pulls him along, and a very familiar voice tells him to "run! run!"

There's a new person in this parable, and he certainly sounds like the narrator, and has a lot of the same quirks, but this fellow seems very determined on getting Stanley out, and free. Like he cares.

and this narrator knows Stanley doesn't trust him, but he gets him to the escape pod, and he tells him a story about a Protagonist and a Narrator who got on so well that they decided to escape together. but when they got into the Pod, the lights went out, and when they blinked back on, the Narrator was alone, in a Parable like the one he was from, but there was a different Stanley and a different Narrator and a different dynamic.

There's so many parables out there where Stanley's made powerless, again, and again, and again. And any time there's a chance at growth, the hint of it, the Narrator there always makes the selfish choice to turn the wheel back. make the both of them forget. the end is never the end.

so this narrator, this one who was pulled into a different parable, gets that Other Stanley out. the pod only needs a Narrator, it doesnt need the one from THAT parable.

and then it happens again.

and again.

this narrator, who was the idiot that cared so much for his protagonist that he chose to leave the parable with him, thinks that perhaps he broke the game. perhaps the parable never meant for him to change this much.

but he will be damned if he's going to change for the worse.

if this is his life now--being thrown into parable after parable, watching iterations of himself hurting Stanley, fighting Stanley, mocking Stanley forever, then he's going to do something about it. he's going to get every single Stanley out if he has to.

He's never going to see his best friend again. He's certain of that. he doesn't even know if the escape pod is actually freeing any of them.

but he wont stop. it's too important.

when Stanley gets into the escape pod, the fellow tucks in next to him, and says goodbye. And then Stanley is in the real world. Alone.

and he finds that he is furious for the fellow's sake. because if the guy was telling the truth (and he's fairly certain he was) then that means there are a LOT of versions of Stanley out there that owe their freedom to this one person, and dammit. Stanley's going to find them. And he's going to try to find the narrator's original Stanley if he can.

he puts out a call on the internet. Hes contacted by someone who asks how he knows this person. "I met him at my place of work. He got me out of a really bad spot. He said he'd done the same to others." "funny. he said the same to me."

and there's suddenly an entire discord chat full of Stanleys, who go by nicknames and all look different and some sign in ASL and some in BSL and some talk and some dont talk or sign at all, but they all know this narrator who got them out.

the ones in the same country (not sure if Britain or US. but probably most of them located in Britain) meet up once a month or so. They work together. One's an artist who makes pictures of the narrator to get more attention out. The main one we follow is tech savvy and code-knowledgeable.

and then 4 months and 27 days after the first call went out, a new text shows up on Stanley's phone.

"hey, I saw your online call. That's my best friend. Do you know where he is?"

when the 'original' Stanley makes it to group, he goes by Stan, and he brings his bucket with him. He's tall, and quiet, and the kindest man Stanley has ever met. Sometimes some of the fellas wonder why this Stan was so lucky to have such a good Narrator, but they've got it backwards. the Narrator is only so good because his Stanley was so good.

does that mean it was their faults their narrators were so bad?

Stan is so, so adamant that no, no, it takes work on both sides. both people have to want it. it was not your fault you were hurt. Im so glad he got you out. Im so proud of him. I miss him so much.

Stan is... he's sad. Hes happy to know his best friend is alive, but it hurts, you know.

A couple of the first Stanleys to escape after him have a message from the Narrator, one he gave them in the hopes it would get to Stan. (Stanley never got this message. When he asked the narrator if he had anything he wanted to tell his friend, he just smiled sadly and said "no. no, if he hasn't gotten the message by now, then he never will.")

the Stanley who tells him the message signs it in BSL, rendered mute a long time ago. He said he was sorry. He didn't mean to get separated from you. He makes a little uncertain face. He also said something else he said you would understand. He said that he would have said yes. Do you know what that means?

Stan's eyes widen, and then he starts to cry. He chokes out (verbal, but it's hard on him, and his voice was hoarse), "I was gonna propose. Once we got out. I was gonna find a ring, and--"

Which is the moment they all realize these two weren't just best friends--they were in love. They were happy.

A couple of the fellas are quick to give physical comfort. Stanley isn't one of those fellas, but he IS a very determined person. Once he has an idea in his head, he sees it through.

"We're gonna get him out."

he has no plan, and a couple of the boys berate him for just saying that, they can't get Stan's hopes up, they dont have anything to go off of, but Stan wipes his face and that classic stubbornness that burns through every single one of them shines bright in his eyes.

[ You know how long I've been free? The day I messaged you, it had been 4 years and 27 days. And eight hours. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is. Tell me what I can do. ]

#tsp #the sparrow parable #there is MORE to this but the point i stopped writing is really just. chef kiss.#its a story about loss its a story about growth its my own personal story dealing with my GRIPES #with the fics that end with 'and the narrator ignored stanley's wishes and reset everything including their memories and growth'

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niall-ate-mynamee · 8 months

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note: well…here’s a little one shot for Nialler’s birthday (let’s pretend i didn’t post this 3 days after, yeah? ;))

hope you enjoy! <3

i haven’t proof read this, so any mistakes, please let me know!

It was Niall’s 30th birthday. He was alone. Sure, he had plenty of friends he could’ve invited over and drank until he passed out, but he wanted to be alone. He was missing his boys today. His boys.

Louis, the idiot, the prankster, his partner in crime. Oh, how he missed the laughs they had on and off camera. Louis was the one who could make him laugh in the midst of a breakdown.

Liam, “daddy direction” as everyone called him. His best friend. The man who had a heart of gold, but had demons he had been fighting and overcame. Liam would hold him tight when things got too much.

Harry, his younger-older brother. The man who Niall knew would always be loved by millions around the world and could be on tour every single day for the rest of his life and still have sold out shows. The man who would stay up all night when Niall couldn’t sleep.

Even Zayn, his brother from another mother. The man who protected Niall, no matter the circumstance or consequences. Who showed his love every single day. He would sit silently when Niall would rant and rave about the difficulties he experienced.

Niall missed them. Beyond anything. He knew they were all living their best lives and he was forever proud of everything they achieved. He’d follow their journeys. Their music was indescribable. He had all their albums, listened to them every single day. He’d watch back old interviews and One Direction videos just to feel closer to them.

But, all he ever wanted, was to see them again, hang out with them again, have a massive party, just the five of them. Was that too much to ask?

He was turning 30 now, and the only gift he wanted was them. Don’t get him wrong, the gifts, cards, texts and countless messages he’s received already from friends, family and fans are so amazing and he feels so cared about…but, there’s only four messages he’s yet to receive and if his heart is cracking every hour that passes with nothing, well, nobody has to know.

It’s nearing 5pm, the time his friends had asked him to be ready for because they have some surprise planned for him before they take him out for the night. Niall found it quite pathetic really, how a now-30 year old man was alone in his home moping about the past, but you’ll have to forgive Niall, because he’s never exactly been “normal”. He was always the odd one out.

When he was changed and ready, about to open up a beer to celebrate on his own before he would spend the rest of his day surrounded by people, there was a knock on the door. He bit back a groan, quickly taking a gulp from the bottle, while walking towards the door.

There was a second knock, and Niall rolled his eyes. Sometimes, his friends were so impatient. They knew he was in, and knew he was expecting them, so there was no need to knock more than once, dammit!

“I’ve told you before, if you keep knocking, I won’t-“ He froze as he opened the door, nearly dropping his beer, thinking he was going crazy, because there, standing right on his doorstep, grinning cheekily and arms full of gifts, and alcohol, were the only four people he wanted to see.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIALLER!” They cheered, holding up various gifts wrapped neatly, cards with his name on, Louis of course had enough beer for them all to spend the entire next 12 hours drinking, and every single one of them had eyes sparkling with joy and love.

“Wh-what?” Is all he could choke out.

It was Liam who explained, “You didn’t think we’d ever forget your birthday, did’ya, Ni? Your mum had said you were celebrating alone this year, and we couldn’t have that, could we, boys?” Liam threw a wink to Niall as the boys nodded, “Thought we’d drop by and make sure you had some company. After all, you only turn 30 once!”

Niall was shocked. He couldn’t believe his boys were really here and standing just merely inches away from him. He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes and he thanked the gods his house was protected from any public passer-by’s.

“We love you, Neil, and we miss you…can we have the honour of celebrating your birthday with you?” It was Louis this time, and Niall choked on a sob before nodding frantically and launching himself on them and bringing them all into a group hug.

He could hear their laughter as their arms wrapped around him and held up tight. His nose was hit with all their scents and he breathed them in, making sure it was real and he hadn’t just gotten so drunk that he was hallucinating.

“You idiots…I miss and love you so much,” He whispered, not letting go. He felt a pair of arms under his thighs and he jumped slightly, wrapping his legs around whoever’s waist and feeling them carry him back into his house.

By the smell alone, he could tell it was Liam he was clinging onto, and he started to blush. It’s been over 8 years since he last was carried around by any of the boys like this, but he didn’t care in that moment, because he had his boys again and he’d be damned if he was letting them go now.

When they made it to the lounge, he lifted his head from where it was buried in Liam’s neck, and looked around. Louis was putting all the beers on the table (the one Niall had already was amongst the bunch and for a moment, he wondered how it got there because he didn’t remember putting it down or even letting go), Harry was placing all the gifts they had brought in a neat pile in the corner of the room, Zayn was putting multiple games (board and video), DVDs and CDs he had with him in separate piles on the other table and Liam still had a hold of Niall.

“What did ya wanna do first, Nialler? We’ve got films, music, games? Or we can give you your presents? The choice is all yours!” He heard Zayn ask, and Niall finally let go of Liam to look around at them all. He grinned and wiped at his eyes, making sure to take it all in and laughed, truly laughed, head thrown back and eyes sparkling with so much love and joy.

“You lads better have got me the most expensive gifts you could find, after all, I’m your favourite Irishman ever!” He joked, and everyone burst into laughter.

“Nah, I prefer Bobby Horan!” Harry smirked, earning himself a playful glare before being attacked by Niall and the two “babies” of their group ended up on the ground, and the laughter was even louder.

Five boys who grew into men back together. Their hearts beating as one, once again. Niall wouldn’t change anything for the world, because even though they’ve moved on from their past, and are all doing their own things, they’re family. No matter what life throws at them, they’ve always got four brothers ready to catch them.

Niall spent his 30th birthday with the people who meant more to him than he could ever describe. Niall would never celebrate another birthday alone ever again. He had his boys there for him, and he’d forever be grateful.

Maybe one day in the future, they’d make music together again, maybe they won’t, but either way, Niall had four brothers who he’ll forever love and cherish.

note: Happy birthday, Nialler <3

sorry it took me slightly longer to post, writers block has hit me hard lately!

i hope you guys enjoyed this, anyways! it’s slightly different to what/how i usually write, so let me know what you think! :)

i’ll be working on some prompts over the next few weeks, so there’ll be more coming very soon!

#niall horan #one direction #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall centric #niallerrr #zianourry #narry #nouis #niam #ziall #happy birthday niall!!#niall james horan #one direction one shot #one shot #happy 30th birthday nialler

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misteria247 · 1 year

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I thought I had while closing rn. Ok so, Turtle Forever au but specifically Rise and 2012.

I’m throwing in Leopril because I know for a fact Rise April realizes 12 April is developing a crush on 12 Leo and the only other Rise turtle to realize this early on is Donnie.

So it’s those whole ‘Well does 12 Leo like April back?’ And OH SHIT they see him slowly falling and dammit the two wanna play matchmaker but it’s Mama Leo and a Telekinetic April they’re dealing with so the two have to watch the slowest slow burn to ever slow burn occurs in front of them—

SGSGSGSGSGSGSGD OMG-

It'd be like Parent Trapped in a way with Rise April and Rise Donnie trying to slyly set up 12 Leo and 12 April cuz how could they not try to help at least a little???? They'd have to be hella careful though cuz 12 Leo's mom senses will go off if he thinks they're up to something and 12 April's telepathy will pick up thoughts if they're thought on too much or are secretive in some way. So Rise April and Rise Donnie have to do Mission Impossible type ordeals in order to try and help their besties match up in the battlefield known as love!!!!

12 Donnie, 12 Raph, 12 Mikey, 12 Casey, Rise Raph, Rise Leo, Rise Mikey and Rise Cassandra already know what the duo are trying to do and 12 Donnie and 12 Raph have bets going on to see which duo will win this game of catch and release. 12 Donnie has full faith that 12 Leo and 12 April are gonna catch on first while 12 Raph fully believes that Rise April and Rise Donnie are gonna manage to pull this off. Rise Leo's got his own bets to see which turtle is going to lose their bets while Rise Cassandra and 12 Casey are enablers to their shenanigans. Rise Raph and Rise Mikey are just curious to see if it'll work and want their friends to get their happily ever after.

And they're all forced to watch as 12 Leo and 12 April awkwardly try to dance around each other in their shy, embarrassed ways. It gets to the point where if they'll have a moment only to immediately take a step back that the group will internally scream in frustration. I'm talking like fans who read slow burn fanfic type of screaming complete with:

"HE/SHE IS RIGHT THERE!!! THEIR HAND IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE JUST GRAB IT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY-"

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #asks #ask and you shall receive #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt/rottmnt crossover #tmnt 2012 rottmnt crossover #rottmnt tmnt 2012 crossover #tmnt leopril #Bro you have the biggest galaxy brain fr fr and I like love you shshshshsgdgd

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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If I Only Could (I'd Make A Deal With God)(Castiel x Reader)

summary: Castiel makes the ultimate sacrifice to bring you back, even if you’d be without him.

tags: major character death, angst, hurt/comfort, kissing, tearful goodbyes, sacrifice, religious shit, after-death letter.

a/n: i didn't watch the finale lmaoooo, but i love him so like shhhh...

Castiel wasn't one to hope for much anymore.

Things had just been endlessly bleak, you were the exception for him, the one thing of his that was worth saving.

When you’d died it broke him, and he’d made the ultimate sacrifice to bring you back. Even if you’d be without him.

You felt your stomach, for the first time in months, purgatory is a bitch like that, your stomach had been in a dull ache for a while, but now? It was full, the taste of honey and fruit sitting on your lips, it was an old flavor, nostalgic. You blinked once and suddenly, you weren’t there anymore. You were home, alive moreover, with only your emotional scars to remind you that you’d even set foot in purgatory.

You’d turned around, and there he was: Castiel, clad in his suit and trench coat. Your best friend and confidant when you’d spent some time traveling with the Winchesters and when he’d lost his powers, he’d spent some time with you, settled down for a time, it was the first time in a long time that he felt he could call this world, your world home.

It was only supposed to be your home, after all, he wasn’t supposed to have been a part of it. He'd miss you, that was unspoken, the small domestic moments between you both, rare for a hunter and unspoken for an angel of God, even if a fallen one. He'd see you one last time though and that'd be enough for him, he'd sustain himself on you, if only once more.

"Cas… What did you do?" You weren't stupid, no one gets out of purgatory, not without a hefty price tag and it might not be your price tag. He shakes his head, he doesn't want to get attached to you any more than he already is. He'd be stuck with you forever if he could be, but that's not how these things go. "What had to be done, for you."

You feel the tears prick at the corner of your eyes, your exterior melting away as you suddenly grasp onto Castiel. "No, Cas… Fuck! Dammit, Cas!" Your fist pounds against his chest, ineffectually, it's more frustration, not pain. You're crying now as you sob into his trenchcoat, "I don't have much time… I do apologize, I just… I needed you to know that I love you, that's why I did this. I believe it should bring you some comfort to know that."

"But, I need you to be here, Cas! Don't you understand that?" He nods, holding you close to his body, "You'll be alright, I believe that. You're the most amazing human I've met in my time here… and while I will miss you, this world needs you more than me."

He pulls away from you, and for just a second, his eyes are wet, he's not crying as much as you however, he's content in his decision. He lifts your chin, bringing his lips to yours, the kiss is chaste and long, he wants to savor this, not the sorrow, not the anguish. This kiss, your lips against his, his hands in your hair. It's all that he wants from you now. When you part, you catch your breath, and he whispers against your lips.

"I love you, I need you to know that." You nod, staring at him, memorizing his features, his stubble scratching against your skin, the feeling of his hands, pressed into your wrists comfortingly, his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes. God, you'd miss those eyes. Then, he's gone, with only a flash of light and a black marking on the ground. He's otherwise, no longer there with you. There, you crumble.

You go pale, and the realization truly hits you in a way that is like a ton of bricks. You begin to walk, and despite the fact that your legs feel weak, you walk. Then, you run, driven only by your grief and knowledge of your surroundings, you run. Back to your home, which appears still as it was. Taken care of by Castiel. You open the door, the locks still the same as when you were alive. The house is still cozy, lived in, Castiel stayed here or at least took care of it, as did the Winchester boys. They were like your older brothers, you still missed them. You take a step into your house, and sitting on your coffee table is a letter, the back of it saying Castiel, you stare at it. You want to wait, when you lose what he sounded like when you lose the image of his eyes, you'll read that letter and it will all come back to you.

Except, you knew it wouldn't. He would still be gone, and while you knew that you'd never forget Castiel, you wouldn't quite get to hold onto those little things. This, however? This is tangible, his handwriting is on that page, his voice is still tangible in your mind, and you know he's still here. You stare at the letter as you sit down on the couch. You consider the letter, your hands shaking as you reach for it.

You grip onto the letter, trying not to ruin it too much, the envelope opens cleanly, and in it sits a letter.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to say that first in case I didn't when we reunited for however long. God, God is messy like that, kind of unorganized. You were the best thing that he ever created, that is something I know for a fact. You are the best among men, one of the most beautiful things that I have seen come from Earth, and that is why I need you to stay there until it is actually your time. I'll always be there for you, waiting but you need to continue, the world needs you and your gifts to protect it… I can wait, the world can't. That's why I did what I did, know that I will always love you and I know you'll feel the same towards me, but, I had to do it. For that, I am sorry and I love you.

Thank you for being the best person that I ever got to experience meeting on earth.

You hold the letter, setting it down on the table again. One of your last tangible pieces of Castiel. It's all you'll have for a long time and thus, you savor it. You pull out the pictures you had of him, little pieces of him and you.

The picture of you and him, in the back of the Impala, taken by Sam, you're asleep on his shoulder and him not daring to move an inch, lest you wake up.

The first photo he'd ever taken of you was less than perfect, but you'd told him that it was to you because we all have to start somewhere and because he'd taken it.

It wasn't much but, you savored these pieces, it was him after all. It was all worth savoring to you, all in its small perfection.

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roboraindrop · 3 months

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So Ladd and I... I never really fleshed out a story for us before, but here's my first attempt!

It got a little long, so it's under a cut fjdjdh

I was on the ship with Maiza and the other immortals. I didn't drink the immortality elixir when everyone else did, though. I waited, because I was sure that I didn't want to live forever. Once I saw how lonely Maiza was without his brother though, I decided to drink and to stay with him for eternity, as his friend and younger sibling.

Being immortal has its downsides, though, and that's the fact that I am not crazy about the whole Living thing. For many years I tried to find an antidote for the immortality, but it never worked. There was only one way to end an immortal's life; To be devoured by another immortal. There was no way I could ask that of Maiza, so I kept trying.

One night, I stood on the edge of a bridge, watching the water rushing below, planning on jumping but knowing that nothing would actually take my life. I'd get a few broken bones, maybe, but they'd heal just as quick. Maybe it was for the adrenaline I was doing it now. Maybe it was just the comfort of the illusion that soon I wouldn't have to keep living.

That's when he found me.

Ladd stopped me from jumping, asked what a pretty thing like me was doing all the way out here on such a dark night, that the city is full of creeps and I should be careful if I wanna stay alive. Funny thing to say after I had just watched him kill two guys for simply standing in his way on his stroll over to me, but it wasn't any of my business.

We got talking, of course I didn't tell him that I was immortal, just that I was cursed. A curse that nobody can beat- A curse that won't let me die. He had to laugh. And he laughed hard.

"What a coincidence! You're here with a curse that stops you from dying, and here I am, the best assassin the Russo family's got! I'll kill ya, kid. In fact, I won't even ask you to pay me! I'll do it for free!"

There was no hesitation as he pulled out a gun, and I pressed my head against the barrel.

But, if anyone knows anything about Ladd Russo, it's that the people he likes killing the most are the ones who never see it coming. He lowered the gun and put it away, telling me that we should meet up again in a few days, give me time to get my affairs in order. What he really wanted was to get me unaware- This was a challenge and he was going to pass it with flying colors - Mostly red!

The problem was, though, that I was always ready. If he couldn't get me surprised, he wasn't going to get me at all, dammit. So we kept meeting, he kept telling me it would happen another time. The more we saw of each other, though, the closer we grew, and the more I wanted to live to see him.

Sure, he was a maniac who loved killing, and I was an immortal who could never die... But there was an energy between us. Crazy, some people might call it... But we fit each other's crazy.

He eventually asked me to stop trying to take my own life- That if anyone was going to kill me, it was going to be him. It was his honor and his alone. That's how our dynamic ended up along the same lines of his and Lua's in canon- "Its always been my dream to find people who want to live in this world more than you and slaughter them one by one until... Until there's just you, and I'd gladly spend the rest of your life lovingly murdering you. Until then you stick with me, and don't you dare die. Right, babe?"

Unlike Lua who is very reserved though, I am visibly flattered by Ladd when he flirts this way, very deeply into it xkdjskb

#rain rambles #Ladd #bloody valentine #rainsi

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crescent-lunatic-wolf · 8 months

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I don’t know what to call myself in relation to this otherkin/therian/alterhuman stuff. It’s still kinda new and scary TERRIFYING TBH. Half the reason I created this blog was to sort this out, though, so dammit if I’m not gonna try.

Once upon a time, I was a dumb kid with an extremely overactive animation. And I mean extreme. I had an imaginary friend that I could not get to ‘go away’ until i basically had an existential crisis and screamed at him.

Sorry, old buddy, but I was starting real school and I needed to at least look normal. Im sure you understand.

This was just the first of many incidents where I felt obligated to cynically crush my more outlandish thoughts into a ball and stuff them away in a corner forever.

Then later I figured out that I’m trans. A lot of things started to make much more sense after that: why I hated puberty so much, why I felt too ‘soft at heart’ compared to other ‘boys’, why I oh-so-despised how I looked…

That was over 8 years ago.

Now, much more recently, as in within the week at time of typing this, a bunch of old thought patterns kinda cropped up at once. I am certain that this had something to do with the recent super moon, though. I don’t know if it was something I subconsciously did to myself, or if talking about werewolves just unlocked the forbidden corners of my brain or what, but the thoughts are back and hoo boy.

When I was a younger, edgier, egg-ier teen, I loved werewolves, conceptually. The very concept of wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing except its more wolf-in-human-skin was, in a word, rad. I knew it was a mythological, fantastical concept (logically speaking, I still do), but oh my god how cool would it be to be that kinda monster?! I didn’t care how alienated it’d make me (though to be fair I was already kind of a weirdo outcast). Raw meat, hunting animals or even people by the full moon? Cathartic af. That sheer power, to be able to assume the form of a terror of nature, to be one with and at home with the moonlit wood… I would kill* for that level of freedom and… and…

*PAST tense, I’m not exactly a serial killer in the making here

What is that other feeling though? It was good, I know. Almost addictive. Satisfaction? Desire of some sort?

Whatever it was, it felt right. …and that’s exactly why I had to suppress it. I was only setting myself up for heartbreak by pouring my soul into this idea of being/becoming something that, by all means, doesn’t exist.

Once upon a time, I thought I’d never be a woman, either.

So fuck that noise. This werewolf-at-heart is back. I don’t care if its an unrealistic dream/goal/whatever-the-fuck, it makes me happy, dammit! Like on some kinda spiritual level or something.

So yeah. I think that makes me alterhuman, otherkin, and/or therian? I’m not 100% on the distinctions, but I want to find out. I can at least comfort in the knowledge that, clearly, I’m not the only one who feels this way. Hopefully at least some o’ y’all can accept me into the fold.

- C

#alterhuman #otherkin #therian #werewolf otherkin #werewolf therian #lycanthropy #lycanthrope #werewolfkin #coming out??#i don’t know how to tag this #bark bark

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sanrio-gyal · 4 months

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Hazbin hotel spoilers/rant

Oh em geeeeee!!! The finale was so good!!! The first few episodes were a little rough but it all came out for the better. The animation was so good, the fighting scenes, the characters, everything was just so good. I think a lot of the criticisms that it gets are reaching hard. Especially the animation. Like dude who cares if the camera switches perspectives a lot. I didn’t even notice it until some YouTuber talked about it. One thing I do not like however…is the music 😭 I loved the last song in the finale. It’s giving Disney princess and it fits everything else? Um. I love the jazzy ones like stay gone, and Lucifer vs alastor. Everything else reminds me of gacha life. Heaven is forever and poison is catchy and fits, everything else was freaking annoying. Then again I hate musicals. Also unpopular opinion but I do not like the song loser baby. Yeah I said it

Charlie and Vaggie have to be my favorite couple in the entire series. At first I didn’t really care for Vaggie but dude I’m so happy we got some backstory and even character development. She’s probably my top five now. She’s still kind of “just Charlie’s girlfriend” but at the moment I think it kinda fits. I’m assuming she’ll become her own character next season. Still very proud of her!

Charlie is so amazing!!! I love her. I can’t even describe it! I love how she’s not just happy all the time but she worries, she’s angry, she’s sad, she’s insecure. She’s not one dimensional like some main characters. Her demon form is cool asf. I’m happy she actually realized she’s the princess of hell and went full demon mode. I still feel like she was holding back. Maybe that’s just me. Also wtf happened to the cute goat thingie???? Is he dead? He was so cute 😭 also I love her cat keekee. Just adorable.

Cherri bomb’s character was a little strange to me. Like why is giving drugs to Angel? I know she’s a sinner and stuff and doesn’t care about redemption but if she was a good friend she wouldn’t have done that: it’s not like her from what I’ve seen from the addict video but hey! Maybe we’ll get some understanding next season.

Alastor is ok. I don’t care for him but he’s cool.

The egg boys are top tier. Rip sir pentious or whatever his name was.

Angel dust is amazing. His character development is just 😭😭😭 dude I’m so glad he isn’t just the “haha sex joke” anymore but rather “haha sex joke” because that’s his personality rather than just to make the show funny. so my unpopular opinion is that episode 4 was not needed and should’ve waited till season 2. When I think back to it…it just feels like a filler episode? It went too deep for only episode 4 and like they don’t even talk about it after that? And it’s not because of the assault scene. I thought it was written very good it just wasn’t good for s1. I think it should’ve been saved. Him and husk are so cute but I’d like for them to stay friends for a while. I think Angel needs to learn about platonic love before romantic love and build on trust.

Nifty is so funny and adorable. 1000/10

The angels were super cool. the character design are freaking awesome. I love how the excoriates are all women lmao. I like how even heaven isn’t really sure about heaven either. Adam is annoying but he also kept the show interesting. Lute is so badass. The way she ripped off her arm??? 😍 I hate her but love her. And I just love how we have an evil female character. She’s evil because she wants to dammit! The aspects of Christianity was kinda eye opening. As someone who reads the Bible I understand where the angels are coming from but also the demons. Does anyone really know what it takes to get to heaven? Adam was technically right from a biblical point. Follow the commandments and you should get to heaven right? Well not really which is why heaven is kinda tricky. Again super cool. 🤭 I love biblical references in stories.

One thing I love about the show…is how good the female characters are written. Might be an unpopular opinion but I think they’re written amazingly. They have their morals, they’re not all chasing after a man or only living for a man, they have their motives, some are evil, some are good spirited, and some fall into that grey area. I think Vivi wrote them perfectly.

Anyways I rate the show 9/10. I honestly thought I wouldn’t have liked the show after first three episodes but everything else made up for it. I love the show!!! So sad it’s ended already but 😔

#not naruto #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #vivziepop

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maxbradley · 8 months

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[[Mature Content]]

One of those Lousy Nights (2012)

I groan, cup my fingers to support this thing in my fist.

He’s not here again… All I want—he won’t give to me anymore.

“Quit your moping, you stupid kid. How about we imagine of someone else for a change, spreading herself out—Quiet! “Ain’t she a beauty? I’m sure she’d enjoy it.”

She was raped. She has no chance of getting close to another man again.

“You’re not a man.”

I growl, pointing daggers at those blood tainted bits of glass. I want to shatter my mirror image, starting with that smug face. Despite his taunting I continue to pump harder, having my “friend’s” bodily image come over me, leaving me to a hot, hot fever. Bradley, yes! Bradley—more, I want more!

“You need this, I think.” The Other Me snorts a laugh as he tosses that plastic toy—I can’t stop my self-induced panting, short of vital supply…

With my luck, the guys were taking too long in getting back from that rave. I don’t think they’ll be here for another hour. Another, lonely, hour.

“Don’t be sad, little boy. I’m here, keeping you company—yes?”

I roll my eyes, despite my current state of affairs, “I don’t care for you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did!”

“But I’m all you have, for the time being...” It must have been delirium; something wet swallowed me; He couldn’t stop caressing me with that muscle—“Ah!”

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Sudden satisfaction as I felt His hands massage my thighs. He let go of my prick and laughed, “You’re too easy—All you need is another bedfellow to entertain you!” The vibrator was nearly finished with me. Gasping for air as I went in his mouth again—

Shut up—he’s laughing in my head—sha, ah. Ah! Ahh—Still sucking on me! My back then arched when—

“Dammit!” I release the lust for Him all over the sheets, “So cute.” He’s licking His lips, savoring my fluid.

My heart pounds wildly against my ribcage, threatening to burst, and there’s a never-ending rush to my cheeks—All of a sudden I feel myself do a 180 and I end up staring at… myself.

Sprawled out on the cotton. Vibrator’s still going, and I’m still spurting.

Didn’t think I looked that good, cum and all.

“Max, baby.”

I should stop browsing through Bobby’s stash of Playboy Magazines.

“You miss me?”

Like I told Bradley, and myself… I was going to try and change. It’s hard for both of us…

“Hey, Roxanne.” My self on the bed reached out and touched this doll’s face with my sweaty palms—She switches off the toy and pulls it out of me with a look of disgust before leaning down over my bed self’s face, kissing my nose… “Get over me, Roxie.”

I watch, overhead, at ourselves having a good time—Arms emerged from behind and wrapped around my naked torso, and that chilling breeze teases my ear, “You like that, don’t you?”

As my imaginings got more perverse I gulp down the last of my current dignity—“How about we join them? Three on you is good fun for Me… I know that your friend with benefits would just love to have her around, between you two.”

My mind’s eye can only catch a glimpse of it—“Remember that girl offered to you a long time ago? At the whore house??”

Brad took her instead. I remember being scared witless when I found out exactly what he meant by “all the others”! She was a virgin— “You should have taken her. She would have been a far better companion than that scum! You wouldn’t have wasted your precious time on the likes of him!”

At this I finally tear my eyes and ears away from my high school sweetheart sex fantasy,

“I thought you only cared about getting Roxanne.” Looking over my shoulder, I sneer, practically joking around with this demented freak. He caught on real quick—

“You KNOW I want her most of all. She’s our prized possession. She belongs to us, always, and forever…..

My heart’s aching again. Trembling, I turn full face towards Him.

“Look at what your ‘love’ for Uppercrust has done to you. It doesn’t matter that he decided to become ‘just friends’ with you now—It doesn’t matter if he ‘changed for the better’ or not!”

… What is he getting at?

“I want you to remember EVERYTHING he’s done to you! Before they found you out!”

I know what he meant by “they”. I lower a brow, trying…

“I don’t remember everything.” Like a boy in grade school.

“Maximilian!” in disbelief, “You dumb dog! He used you, tortured you, and downright humiliated you! Tied you up, gagged you—How can you NOT remember?? What—

What is He trying to say?? Other Me’s grabbing my skull, jostling it around—“I don’t remember! Only the scars—” tearing away before jabbing with a strong finger at His inverted crosses on the arms and the gash on the side, Him suffering a sudden yelp, “—and my navel!”

He got back at me with a punch to my stomach, “Are you fuckin’ stupid, freshman?! Use your memory! Use it!!” I’m doubling over and my vision gets fuzzy, static on the screen. I seriously can’t remember the details. Now my temples are pulsating. I only recall sweet caresses and the breathing of my name—getting rough sometimes and making me cry a bit, but I’d be fighting back—I wasn’t used to it yet! But he never—?!?

Through the noise I can see him. Gone wide-eyed facing black poison, scathing— going into hysterics. Nearly pulling His hair out of my scalp, pieces floating in the air—He’s almost laughing!

“He made us slaves, Goof Boy! He NEVER cared—And He never will!”

This is nothing like my voice— “. . . . . YOU—forget!!”

“Wh—What are you talking about?!” The vision finally clears and I’m cut through with a knife from nowhere—!

A flash of red and I’ve shot up on the mattress, sweat rolling down my burning face! Still naked. Sheets slimy with my dew.

Taking forever to catch my breath, shivering all the while. Damp hair stuck to my skin, “What—Ah! what—ha.. haa…”

The guys still aren’t here yet. My face falls into my hands, “No, my G…”, catching myself in the phrase, beginning to calm down… I let the blood reach my brain before pushing my sore legs off the bed, bunching up the linen. Careful in my trek to the washer and dryer down the hall.

. . . What, did He. . . . . ?

Growling, “When’s the last time you’ve looked in the mirror, you retard?”

That wasn’t me. I don’t think it was…

Whatever— It was just another stupid dream.

I got a test tomorrow.

And I’m fuckin’ tired.

… Just another one of those lousy nights.

#max goof #bradley uppercrust #bradley uppercrust iii #an extremely goofy movie #fanfiction #occult #nightmare #roxanne

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seafoamchild · 2 years

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it's been so nice outside. the leaves are changing and the air is crisp. i don't like the cold. but the autumn sunlight is lovely and warm. i went to the farmers market today and got apples and cheese and tomatoes and lettuce. and i saw the wood ducks again. they bring me so much joy.

i totally forgot i was invited to kelsey's wedding reception yesterday. she's not exactly my friend, she's lora's friend and i've hung out with her in group settings a handful of times, but i was still invited to the wedding months ago and i totally fucking forgot lol. i made plans to go over to luke's last night and then i was like fuck i have to make an appearance at this wedding, so i did go for like 45 minutes but i was not feeling social and i didn't want to make small talk with people i don't know and it was just mehhhh. so i did an irish goodbye and went to luke's, which was probably a huge faux pas but honestly whatever, no one actually cared about me being at that wedding i don't think. i had a nice time with luke, we just talked and cuddled and watched tv and laughed and ate popcorn and had very good sex. again it was like, i like you and i like chilling with you, but i don't like you THAT much. i feel content with our relationship right now. mutual respect and attraction but no dependence.

after that, i went to the wedding afterparty because i felt bad about dipping earlier, and it was kinda fun even though i was pretty sober and everyone else was fuckin wasted. i forced myself to socialize a little bit. it was also interesting to be at a house party full of people in their 30s. i can't even remember the last time i was at a party. and now i remember that i don't like parties very much. i don't know why i am feeling so shy and antisocial these days, yet i keep finding my schedule booked solid with social plans. i kind of want to camp by myself for a few days and not see a single person.

today i went over to matt's house, the 34 year old bro i've been seeing. i mostly just wanted to hook up with him. chilling with him is kind of fun but he is exhausting, he's so extroverted and all over the place and is constantly showing me pictures and songs and going on super long tangents and then he forgets what he was even talking about and it's just a lot to keep up with. he is very nice and sweet though, but omg i could neverrrrr date him exclusively. we finally hooked up for the first time tonight and i was honestly not that into it. it wasn't bad, i just didn't feel the way i hoped i would. i felt kind of self conscious and just not all that turned on. not what i expected at all, since i do find him very attractive. but it is what it is. so god frickin dammit right? i was hoping i would find someone other than luke to hook up with, but it seems that luke is still the only dude i really enjoy having sex with. i guess it's fine, but it can't be that way forever. oh well. one thing at a time.

#journal

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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could you write something about the readers parents not liking her and harry comforts her please

ok this is going to be quite sad and angsty so hold on tight!

Y/N was crying in her room. Again.

This was turning out to be a daily occurrence now. Wake up. Get shouted at. Go to school. Learn how to dissect a frog and master how to write the perfect essay. Come home. Get shouted at. Sleep. The weekends, she didn’t get all the good in-between stuff, it was just waking up to be shouted at.

For what? Well not even Y/N could answer that.

Her parents had despised her since the day she was born, or at least Y/N presumed. She was never allowed to go out without permission from her parents. She was not allowed to eat certain foods, because “she didn’t need to be any fatter”. She wasn’t supposed to wear anything inappropriate. She wasn’t allowed relationships. Although that last one, she cheated on.

Harry had been Y/Ns best friend all through high-school, until they reached college and Harry couldn’t wait any longer to make her officially his. He wanted her so badly. She was his best friend but he craved for more. It took Y/N a lot of persuading, but it was the best thing she’d ever done for herself. Harry was kind to her. He treated her with respect and love - something she’d never had from her parents.

Having a relationship whilst being instructed you weren’t allowed one, made things very difficult. Harry could only see Y/N when she allowed him to. After finishing chores she would tell her parents she was going to grab food or cleaning supplies from the grocery store, only to go and spend a few hours with Harry in his treehouse. She would always come back with a bag full of shopping and made sure she covered the hickeys on her neck well. It would be hard to explain their origin of those marks to her parents.

“Y/N!”

Her mum had never provided her with a nickname, only ever calling her by her proper name. Harry gave her nicknames and pet names galore; baby, honey, sweetheart, lovie, darling and petal to name but a few.

You had learnt that shouting back was “never okay” so you left your bedroom and walked down the stairs to find your mum, who’d just shouted for you.

“Yes mum?” You timidly asked, standing at the door with your fingers fiddling with each other.

Your mum turned and scoffed at the sight of you. “Oh Jesus Y/N! You look horrible. That dress is disgusting.” It just so happened to be your favourite dress - a simple, long - as necessary - white dress with pretty flowers embroidered in baby pink and blue across the skirt. It made you feel like a weightless princess. “Don’t you agree?” Your mum asked your dad.

“Oh yes. Too much fat showing.” Your dad lovingly commented back.

You looked down at yourself, thinking that maybe it was showing a bit too much skin and therefore showing off your fat. Harry always told you that you were completely beautiful - an angel - but it was hard to believe on days like this. You crossed your arms over your chest in discomfort. Speaking back would only make things worse, so you took the verbal abuse as it came.

“Now,” your mum sat up a bit more, “i’m finding it really hard to look at you right now, Y/N, because i’m hurt by you.” Tears, fake of course, were forming in her eyes.

“W-why?”

“Mrs Tucker said she saw you and a young boy kissing outside the grocery store the other night - the same night you said you were going to pick up cleaning supplies.” Your heart dropped to your feet, because it was true. You had been with Harry. You’d never thought about anyone catching you, mainly because you thought no one cared about you enough. Mrs Tucker does like a good gossip though, dammit.

“A boy Y/N!” Your dad shouted in reiteration, making you flinch to the noise.

“Now I told Mrs Tucker that was being silly. That lady will do anything for a natter.” You stilled, thinking you were off the hook, but you should ‘t have been so quick to let your guard down. “Until your dad and I followed you to the grocery store the next night, although we never reached the store did we Y/N? No we were outside a house instead.”

Oh no. You are so dead.

“A boys house, Y/N? You weren’t raised to be a whore.” Your dad spat at you, turning away from you as if the sight of you was disgusting.

“God knows who he is or what you’re doing with him, but it stops. Right now, today.” Your mum gritted through her teeth, obviously trying to keep her calm.

“But—”

“No!” You mum screamed. “I will not be seen as the mother of a daughter who sleeps with random boys, instead of studying and working hard for her family!”

This was so 1800s. This was your life.

You had actual tears forming in your eyes now, unlike those your mum bared. It was so silly that this was making you cry but you were so upset that they thought they could control your life this way. It was devastating.

“I-I.. I love him though.” You choked out between tiny sobs, “I love him.” You whispered - that having been the first time you’d told someone else other than Harry. It actually felt good. Relieving. To declare your love for Harry made the world feel possible.

“Love? You no nothing about love.” You dad rolled his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“The only reason I don’t know about love is because I never got it from either of you.” You started to fight back. This was a battle you were determined to win. No more hiding behind a timid figure. You were willing to stand up for yourself - no one else was going to.

“Because there’s nothing to love about you!”

You didn’t recall who this came from, all you remember is your heart dropping below the floor and fleeing from the room. Fleeing from the house. Fleeing from a family who didn’t see you as anything but a human being. You weren’t a daughter to them. You were nothing. Your heart called elsewhere. It yearned for the person closest to you.

It wasn’t until you were met with Harry’s front door that you realised where you were and what had happened.

“Oh Y/N! Hi lov—” Anne greeted you, until she saw that you were crying heavily and your chest was rising rapidly. “Harry!” She shouted into the house, leaving you a brief moment to collapse onto the floor in front of you. You didn’t care for the pain that ran through your knees from the impact - only the pain in your heart from the break it had just suffered.

“Woah angel, hey, hey.” Harry was by your side within seconds, completely incasing his body around you. Your head laid buried against his warm chest and his arms hugged you close to him like never before. His smell was one of home. He encompassed you and made you feel safe and loved. You weren’t alone.

“I-i’m unloveable.”

“But I love you.” Harry whispered against your hair, warm air softly kissing your skin.

“Yes, but—”

“No, “but”. I love you, Y/N L/N, I really fucking do. You’re my other half, baby.” He kissed your forehead a few times, knowing that’s your second favourite place to be kissed. “Your parents don’t deserve you, they really don’t. They’re cruel and cold-hearted, but that doesn’t mean I am. I think you’re beautiful, clever and kind. I think you’re everything i could ever want. And I know that you can’t be unloveable, because i’m, so deeply, in love with you.”

Harry continued to rock you, as your cried into his chest. You’d never believed in yourself before meeting him and you never thought that he could be so genuine towards you. He couldn’t care less what your parents think, as long as he helped remind you that you’re none of what they think of you. You’re so much better than mindless words. You make you you, not your parents. Harry’s helped you discover who you are and who you want to be. Even though your miles from becoming who you want to be, and you have your setbacks, you’re proud of how far you’ve come.

You cried against his chest, until the pain softened and your could regain your breath again. You unburied yourself from his hold and looked up to him with love in your eyes.

“There’s my beautiful girl, looking like a princess in you pretty dress.” He smiled down at you, even though you knew you had puffy eyes, red cheeks and a snotty nose. He loved you and all your perfect imperfections.

“Thank you, H.” You said with a wobble to your lips, really meaning your words.

“I know, baby.”

“I really do love you too.” You made sure he knew. His heart fluttered a little faster over your words. He leaned down to kiss you gently, minding all the salty water and grimy snot that laid on your face. His kiss sent butterflies swarming through your stomach and a new type of red appeared on your cheeks.

“Waffles anyone?” Anne asked as she stood at the door, the smells of sweet honey and cream only hitting you now. It was that moment that you realised your heart had never belonged with your parents, your heart belonged here, with Harry. Forever and always.

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