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bachiras-toaster · 5 months

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a masked monster : ̗̀➛

YUTA OKKOTSU x fem!reader ( x Toge Inumaki)

contents. smut, dubcon, use of cursed speech, reader has sex with yuta thinking it’s inumaki, alcohol consumption, not proof read

wc. 2.2k

sypnosis. yuta wants to have his way with inumaki’s girlfriend

Parties that involved alcohol were a mess.

Although, halloween parties that involved alcohol were an even bigger mess, because now, not only was your memory hazed with the vodka, you also couldn’t recognise anybody; nobody was wearing their regular outfits, and their faces were regularly covered by masks and glasses that accompanied their costumes.

You had trusted your boyfriend, Inumaki, to keep you safe as you downed more and more of the drinks that the homeowner had to offer their guests; and as you ingested more cups of booze, the hazy vision of your boyfriend's serial-killer mask became blurrier from a distance.

You became more erratic, more excited as you partied harder- It was getting easier to tire yourself out, and it wasn't long before you felt the aftereffects of being blackout drunk since you sensed that you had been stumbling through the corridors of the house, passing by what looked to be Megumi... Or was it Yuta? Their hair was almost the same, so how were you supposed to tell the difference? You could barely make out their face, so it was impossible to deduce.

Well, it must have been Megumi, because it certainly wasn't Yuta. The real Yuta, in fact, had been standing in an adjacent corner to Inumaki, who had given him his mask to hold while he helped to wheel more kegs of beer into the house with Yuji so that Maki could engage in a drinking competition with Todo. Although the guests at the party all seemed incredibly invested in the showdown that was about to commence between the two of them, Yuta couldn't care less, and to be honest, he seemed a little annoyed that Inumaki cared more about the contest than taking care of you.

Perhaps if Yuta had known that you told Inumaki not to constantly follow you around and take care of you, he would've been much more lenient with how he thought of him... Or maybe he wouldn't have. Of course, this is Yuta we're talking about. You had pleaded your boyfriend to just let you have fun and for him to just go off and do his own thing, so he must've just been following your orders.

However, Yuta saw it as an insult.

Maybe he thought himself to be some kind of knight in shining armour, one that would appear in times of distress when the prince was nowhere to be found. If Inumaki wasn't going to be there to help you, then that was fine. Yuta would jump into the ring to carry you to safety, just as he had always fantasised about in his little daydreams including you.

He had ascended the stairs, passing by people rushing to the living room to witness the drinking contest, essentially leaving him alone with the only other person on the second floor. Once he had concluded that nobody else was around, Yuta pulled Inumaki's serial-killer mask over his head and pulled his hood up to cover his scruffy-black hair before going off to search for you— Because you'd likely be more open to accept his help if you thought he was your boyfriend.

Of course, despite Yuta believing it obvious that he 100% deserved to be your boyfriend way more than Inumaki did, he knew that he just wasn't as close to you as he would've liked to be. You didn't trust him, you didn't like walking alone with him, and you'd much rather spend time with Inumaki than Yuta. In your head, it's no surprise. Why would you ever prefer to spend time with your boyfriend's best friend? However, Yuta couldn't help but feel a little let down by the constant rejections.

To one of the bedrooms, Yuta pushed the door open to just about see you stumble in front of one of the beds. You were very-much awake, yet still clearly drunk, as you fell to your knees, attempting to grip the bedsheets to pull you up, only to bring the blankets down with you in your descent. Once you had fallen on your back, you stared up at the door, which you had heard open, and greeted the person entering with a wide grin.

"Toge!" You beamed brightly upon viewing the masked man, immediately flipping yourself over so you were on your hands and knees. "I'm glad you got my message!— I was afraid you would've had your phone on silent... I could only send one before my cell died." You grinned, tossing your battery-absent phone in front of you.

A message? Yuta's brain whirred as he thought to himself. If she had sent Inumaki a message, then it could be likely that he would come looking for her soon— Assuming that he wasn't still pre-occupied with the drinking competition.

Yuta closed and locked the door behind him for safekeeping, and he reached for your phone to put it safely away on the nightstand.

He had knelt in front of you when he pulled the phone away from your grasp to put away, and you immediately took control of the situation by grabbing him by the hoodie.

"Don't come down to the floor with me. Bring me up to the bed!" You demanded. "I messaged you telling you to ravish me- The least you could do was do it somewhere comfortable!"

Yuta's cock immediately twitched in his pants.

Oh, he was burdened with such a glorious opportunity.

For some reason, there wasn't an ounce of guilt that came to him when he had hoisted you up onto the mattress, pulling your pants down in a swift tug to reveal yourself in your slick-coated panties. When your pants had fallen down to your ankles, you kicked them away so you had only been left in your top and underwear, opening your legs so that Yuta could be met with your needy, clothed cunt.

"Fuck, look at me, baby..." You whined, your own fingers teasing at the hem of your top. "I need you so bad, you don't understand..."

You wrapped your legs around his waist to force him closer towards you, desperate to feel more of him a you grinded against the crotch of his jeans.

"It's not fair... Before Maki went downstairs, she and Noba' got to do it in the bathroom..." You frowned, weakly lifting up your own shirt—causing Yuta to assist you in the action to reveal your breasts that were squashed together through the use of your push-up bra. "I heard them... And Noba' was telling me about it afterwards too! I wanna do it with my boyfriend at a party as well."

Yuta's face was almost bright red behind the mask he was wearing, though it didn't seem to deter him from what he was doing. As you continued to whine and fiddle at the fly of his jeans, the more that he felt that he really couldn't help himself. Any person with the same amount of love in his heart for you would've done the same... Nobody could have made him feel guilty for gently fishing his cock from his pants and aligning it with your aching pussy.

"Aw—Ngh! T-Toge-!" You babbled as his hips thrust into you at a steady pace. His hands were tightly latched onto your plush thighs, his thumbs gripping your flesh so hard that he may as well have left dents in your skin.

The way you mewled his best friends name was certainly a turn-off for him, but it wasn't like it had been something he could at all change. He certainly wished that it was his name that you were calling as the tip of his cock slid in and out of you, but there was nothing much that he could do without exposing himself and revealing his dark pervertedness. So for his own, pure benefit- and the fact that he couldn't stans you moan Inumaki's name one more time, his hand reached towards your lips, sticking both his middle and ring finger deep into your mouth.

Instead of rejected this gesture, you just licked around his digits, sucking the length of his fingers as if it had been something you had done before with your boyfriend. The way you whimpered around his fingers caused saliva to drip down the corners of your lips- an action which had only sped up the harder Yuta's thrusts became. You had sucked on his fingers like it was a pacifier, which only made him want to press his fingertips deeper into that pretty, little mouth of yours. You looked beautiful sprawled out onto the bed beneath him, licking him while taking his dick like a good girl.

Yuta was so close, he could feel his climax building up- and the squeezing of you around his length certainly did not help his desperation. Your legs had began to shake and you were instinctively rubbing at the sensation pooling between your thighs, babbling on about how "it feels so good" and how "nobody does it like you, Toge".

"—Toge—" You whined out, Yuta's fingers still in your mouth, your back arching as the pleasure hit your g-spot over and over again. More spit had leaked from your mouth as you went to speak again, and your indication of wanting to talk caused Yuta to retract his fingers and look at you with open ears.

"—C'mere—" You beckoned, holding one of your hands up to cup the side of his face. "I— Wanna kiss you..."

Your thumb hooked the edge of his mask, which immediately made his heart pound. Yuta had slown his thrusts down immensely and grabbed you by the wrist to prevent you from lifting up the mask. This action had only entailed more confusion from your part.

"...Please..." You begged. "Please— I'm so close, just... Let me kiss you..." You pleaded, leaning up to prepare yourself for an embrace from him.

He didn't want his identity to be revealed to you- which was something that would most definitely if you saw that he didn't possess the seal of the Inumaki clan around his mouth. It was something that would have been an immediate, dead give away- which is why his heart practically dropped when your other hand had reached up to tug at the bottom of his mask instead.

However, Yuta had reacted quickly. Using his own technique of mimicry, he had swiftly copied the technique of cursed speech- one that had been possessed by Inumaki himself; and in copying such an ability, the snake and fangs tattoos had generated on his tongue and cheeks.

Yuta had leant back a bit so you were only able to pull the bottom half of his mask off, but you seemed satisfied with it either way. All it took was to see the very same Inumaki clan-tattooed lips that you kissed every day to make you understand that you truly must have been in safe hands.

Noticing that you had no intention of pulling the mask up any more than you had, he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them into his, leaning down so he was pinning both of your palms firmly onto the bed so that you wouldn't attempt to unmask him again. With the part of his face that he was revealing, he engulfed you in a desperate, sloppy kiss- accompanied by the continuous pumps of his own cock into you. The way you moaned into his mouth feasted at his own pleasure, and the way he could feel your heaving chest press right up against his was even more thrilling.

Though, in the sheer heat off things, Yuta could sense that the mask was beginning to slip off in the midst of the moment. He didn't want to stop now, especially since he was seconds away from finishing, but the mask was becoming dangerously close to falling off and revealing who it truly was behind there. Perhaps it was because you had lifted it to reveal his mouth to you, but as he continued kissing you, the felt the plastic steadily retract from his face. You must've sensed it too, because your eyes had opened just the tiniest amount, probably in the hopes to see the face of your boyfriend.

It was a shame that he had to do this, especially since you hadnt seemed to reach your high yet- he supposed that he would just need to finish without you. Yuta pulled away from the kiss for just a split-second, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of your lips as he initiated Inumaki's technique.

"Sleep."

Your body went limp as it was put to rest almost instantly, and it was then thay Yuta felt his cock burst with pleasure, pulling out to shoot the ropes of thick cum across your softly breathing stomach.

Fuck.

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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Hi hi !! 🎀 anon here! May I get some HCs of Laughing Jack, Tim Wright/Masky and Jeff the Killer with an affectionate clingy s/o please and thank you! 🥹👉👈

(An unrelated note regarding last time: My job and boss is actually super cool and they said I can dye my hair!! I’m so stoked eek! <3 magenta highlights, once again, after so many years, here I come! They have been missed…)

a/n: omg yay!! happy you get to dye your hair!! <3

with an affectionate and clingy gn!s/o.

includes: laughing jack, jeff the killer, and tim wright.

warnings: uh... none... i don't think.

LAUGHING JACK.

Out of all three, Laughing Jack is definitely the most stoked about having an affectionate and clingy significant other.

My guy has terrible abandonment issues, and he can be a bit clingy himself if the mood calls for it, so to have someone who doesn't want to leave his side? Might as well return him to heaven or something, because nothing will ever get better than that.

He is equally as affectionate if we're being honest.

Yeah, he's a big scary evil clown and all that terrorizes children but he knows how to be nice to the people he likes.

Knowing that you cling to him the way you do, it helps reassure him that you don't intend on leaving anytime soon. I mean, if you wanted to leave him, then you wouldn't be clinging to him like you always seem to do, right?

And so long as you keep clinging to him like you do, then his abandonment issues will rarely ever show up and everything will be all good and a-okay.

JEFF THE KILLER.

Hm... he can't decide if he likes you being clingy or if it annoys him. He won't lie, he loves the attention and it feeds his ego whenever you praise him or call him beautiful. You being affectionate is something he knows he likes. But he's not sure if he's fond of the clingy part or not.

When he first met Nina, she was pretty damn clingy as well, and that made him grow to hate her. To be fair, he didn't harbor any feelings for her. He does harbor feelings for you, however, and it feels different when you cling to him.

There are days when he can't stand you clinging to him, and he'll make it known in a rather rude way, to be honest. But there are also days when he wants you to cling to him because sometimes, your clinging to him feels a lot more genuine than your affectionate words.

He's very 50/50 on it, and it can change by the hour, to be honest. But he's fine with it more often than he's not. Only because he likes you.

But will he ever actually tell you that he likes it? Probably not.

It'll be fairly obvious though. Jeff may be rude, but he's not exactly the best at hiding his emotions around people he feel comfortable with.

TIM WRIGHT.

Please give him time to adjust because holy shit there's no way he'll be immediately comfortable with you clinging to him. He can barely take a compliment without feeling uncomfortable, so there's no way he'll be fine with physical affection right off the bat.

He'll tense up whenever you throw your arms around him, and it'll be very awkward because he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to do. Does he hug you back or does he just stand there? He's never been super close to people like this before, so it's all still very new to him.

If he becomes too uncomfortable, he'll let you know and will definitely put some distance between the two of you until he no longer feels that way.

He doesn't feel suffocated by your affection and clingy behavior, it's just something he's struggling to get used to because, I mean, Tim does have the mindset of 'I don't deserve this type of love' so it's very hard for him to accept it.

He'll definitely distance himself from you entirely during the events of Marble Hornets because there's no way he wants you getting involved, and he already blames himself for everything that's happening. He doesn't want anything to happen to you.

And if you're still around after the events of Marble Hornets, then honestly he would need your clinginess to ground him.

#🎀 anon #laughing jack x reader #jeff the killer x reader #tim wright x reader #masky x reader #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets x reader #laughing jack x you #jeff the killer x you #tim wright x you #masky x you #creepypasta x you #marble hornets x you #not really a fan of this one ngl but i know if i try rewriting it i'll never feel satisfied #scheduled.

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 months

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Just One Date (Hannibal Lecter)

Description: Y/N hates Hannibal but he wants to go on a date with her.

Warning: Making Out

Word Count: 2,051k

“Hey I’m heading over to Hannibal's, I'll be back later.” She rolls her eyes at her best friend’s words. “Okay come back in one piece.” She said with a monotone voice. Will rolled his eyes at his best friend’s comment. “I know you hate him but I highly doubt he will kill me.” She looked back at him with a “really?” expression and he sighed. “We are the only ones that think he killed anyone Y/N/N.” “Doesn’t mean we are wrong.” She points out. She knew Hannibal was the killer. It wasn’t a think. She found the man creepy and odd. Sure he was charming but Y/N saw right through his bullshit. Will did too but couldn’t stay away from him.

She never wanted to come home and see Will dead or hear it because he keeps hanging out with Hannibal the cannibal. “I’ll be fine. You have to trust me.” He tells her. “Of course I trust you Will. It’s him I don’t trust. Jack could be eating you tomorrow.” She exclaims. He sighs and hugs her. “I’ll be back later in one piece.” She pulls away and looks at him. “You better be Graham.”

Hannibal and Will sat in the office as Hannibal was taking notes. “Tell me about Y/N.” Will looks at him confused as to why he’d even ask about her. “Y/N? She’s my best friend.” He tells the man. “Just best friend?” Will nods not seeing a point in the question. “Good then. I guess you wouldn’t mind me asking her out.” Will’s jaw dropped. Hannibal was into her? It almost made him laugh because Y/N hated him. There wasn’t any way that Hannibal would get her to go out with him. “Yeah good luck with that.” Will says, trying to hold back a laugh. “Why do you say that?” Will shrugged. “She’s hard to get.” Hannibal sat the notebook down and looked up at the man. “Well I love a challenge.”

Y/N waited and waited for Will to get home. Each time he went she became nervous. Her foot was tapping as she stared at the door. Where was he? As if on que he walked through the door and she let out a mental sigh of relief. He was okay. He greeted the dogs one by one and sat on the couch next to Y/N. He turned to look at her and laughed. She raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny?” She asked. He shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe it.” He tells her. “Yeah well we can’t be sure until you tell me.” He nods and clears his throat. “Hannibal wants to ask you out.” He says holding back his laughs. She stood up so fast it almost made her dizzy. “What?” She asked. “Yep, he wants you.” She wanted to puke. The man she hated most wanted her. “Well you told him I’m not interested right? That I hate his fucking guts.?” She asked hopefully.

Will laughed and shook his head. “No, I told him you were hard to get.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Will are you fucking kidding me?” He looked up at her and saw how mad she looked. Wow she really hated him. “Oh come on Y/N/N just turn him down.” “I shouldn’t have to say a damn word to him.” She yelled. He stood up and turned to her. “It’s kinda funny if you think about it. You hate him, he wants you.” She was fuming. “Will that is not funny you ass.” She yelled. “Ok listen, just reject him and don’t say anything else.” He says. She sighs annoyed that she has to even do that.

Will was already at work when Hannibal knocked on the door. He saw another car in the driveway he assumed was Y/N’s. She opened the door and her face dropped at the sight. “Look, whatever Will told you was a lie. I’m not hard to get, I just don’t like you.” She says. Hannibal’s face dropped. Wow. “May I ask why?” She chuckled. “Besides the obvious point that you’re the killer?” “I am no killer Y/N.” She nods. “Right, sure.” She says and goes to close the door. “I won’t quit asking you on a date until you agree.” She opens the door back up. “A little creepy no?” “Well you think of me like that anyways.” He was right but Y/N wasn’t saying yes.

“Wait, he actually came by here and asked you out?” Will asked her as they sat on his couch talking. “Yes Will. Thanks to you.” He held up his hands. “I didn’t tell him to ask you out.” “You didn’t tell him not to either.” He sighed and looked at her. “Look maybe this could be good for you.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Will he’s a killer and he eats people.” Will shrugged. “We don’t know that.” “Yes we do!” He stood up. “I just think you should accept one date with him. Get him off your back.” But she wasn’t going to.

Will woke up the next day to find flowers at his door. His best friend’s name on them and the hand writing matched Hannibal. He chuckled and set them on the counter for Y/N to find when she woke up.

She sighed as she walked into the kitchen and saw roses on the counter. Why did Will get her flowers? She picks them up and notices a note of her name. The handwriting was too pretty to be Will’s. She rolled her eyes as she realized Hannibal sent them. That man could not take a hint. Though they were beautiful. She put them in a vase and left for work.

“So you kept the flowers he sent?” Will asked as he saw them on the counter. She sighed over the phone. “Yes, because they are nice.” He hummed at her response. “Thought you’d throw them out since you hate him so much.” He joked. “Not the flower's fault he’s shitty.” Will laughed at her and told her he’d see her when she got home.

Day by day Hannibal would send Y/N gifts. Each time Will would laugh and Y/N would sigh but keep them. She wasn’t used to a man doing this for her and she couldn’t lie. It was kinda nice. She wouldn’t tell Will that for the simple fact that Will would make fun of her. She almost wanting to go out with him just for him to stop but she liked the attention. “You’re coming with me today.” Will tells her. She sighs and looks at him. “Will it’s my day off, i’m not going anywhere.” He shakes his head. “Nope. You are coming to Hannibal’s with me.” “But why? He keeps giving me things.” She whines. He chuckles, “You enjoy it.” She wasn’t denying that.

His house was huge. Who was she kidding? It was a mansion. “By the look on your face you’re impressed?” Will teased. She flipped him off and he knocked. Hannibal opened the door and lost his breath at the sight of Y/N. He could tell Will forced her here. “Nice place.” She says to him not even looking in his direction. He nods and smiles. “What am I gonna do?” She asked the two. “Think about my offer.” Hannibal said as he closed the door. She sighed and sat at the chair by the office. She played with her hands and debated on what to do. Maybe he’d leave her alone if they went out. Will wouldn’t let her live if she didn’t. He really thought it would be best for her even though they both thought he was the killer.

They were finished an hour later and she stood up as they came out. “So did you think about it?” Hannibal asked her. She looked down and sighed. “I’ll go on one date with you but that’s it.” She says to him. He nods and smirks “Be here at 7.” It was currently 4 so she had time.

“I can’t believe you agreed to go out with him.” Will said as they drove back to their house. “Yeah well you both wouldn’t shut up about it.” She shrugged. He looked at her. “You can’t wait, don't lie.” “I just want him to stop. I hope this works.”

She knocked on his door at 6:50. She knew the man was cooking and hoped he'd be done with the food by then. He opened the door and lost his breath. Y/N was in a pink dress that went down to her feet and her hair was down and curled. She had red lipstick and eyeliner on. She looked amazing. He stuttered over his words. “Y-You look amazing.” He tells her. She smiles and takes in his appearance. He had on a tux and his hair was like it always was. He didn’t look bad himself. “You don’t look bad yourself Lector.” He lets her in and they walk to the kitchen. The kitchen was huge and it smelled amazing. She saw the food on the table with what appeared to be wine. “You’re a wine guy?” She asked. He nodded. He pulled out a chair for her and she sat and thanked him. He sat in the chair that he usually sat in.

They began eating and it was some of the best food she had ever had.He watched as she ate the food. “You enjoying it?” He asked with a small smile. She nodded and looked over at him. “You’re a very good cook.” He thanked her for the compliment. “Just think you could be having this for the rest of your life.” She almost choked at his words. “Hannibal I was really hoping this would have been a one time thing.” She said to him. “You don’t even know me. I want to prove to you that i’m not the monster you think I am.” She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even if he could prove it. “That’s great but I don’t think we’d work out.” “Is it Will?” He asked. “No Will is my best friend.” “Then there isn’t a reason you can’t let me prove it to you.” She stared at him as he tried to reason with her. The man seemed set on having her around here more often. “Okay let’s get through this date first.”

She was a little drunk off the wine he had. She was laughing and giggling as they talked on his couch. He was laughing too. “Will actually did that before?” He asked her as she giggled. “Yep. He has no game when it comes to women.” He shook his head and set down the glass. “He should really bring this up in our sessions. I would love to help him.” They both laughed. “Yeah you certainly could.” The laughing died down a bit and they looked at each other. “You look like an angel tonight.” He said softly to her. She felt her face heat up and she had to look away. “I’m serious. There’s never been a woman as beautiful as you. “ She looked at him after he said that.

They both started leaning in slowly until their lips touched. They both tasted of the wine Hannibal had. The kiss was soft and passionate as he moved closer to her. His hand went to her neck to deepen the kiss. Her hands placed themselves on his chest. She moved over to sit in his lap and his hands held her hips. They both pulled away breathing hard. “Hannibal, I am so sorry.” She said, trying to get off his lap. “It’s okay dear. I liked it a lot.” She smiled at his words and cupped his face. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” She whispered. “I hated you at first but now I-I think I like you alot.” He smiled . “Well that’s not such a big thing is it?” “I don’t know.” “Would you go on a second date with me?” He asked her. She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah I would.” She leaned in and kissed him again. Maybe she was wrong about him but little did she know that Will would be arrested the next day and things would go down hill.

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #hannibal imagine #hannibal x reader #Hannibal imagine #hannibal lector x reader #Hannibal lector imagine

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raina-at · 1 year

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Experiments in Compatibility

When Sherlock is 16, he decides he needs to find out what the fuss about kissing is about. So he decides to conduct an experiment.

He can’t imagine kissing a total stranger — the practice sounds slightly disgusting and unhygienic with someone he knows, let alone someone who might never brush their teeth — so he decides to try it out with Victor, his one and only friend.

It turns out to be a grievous mistake. Sherlock likes the kissing fine, he also likes Victor fine. But Victor takes his academic interest in kissing and his non-hatred of Victor’s company as meaning that they’re in a relationship now. Which is fine by Sherlock up to the point Victor tries to stick his hand down Sherlock’s pants, and then it becomes decidedly not-fine very, very fast.

Victor is obviously hurt by Sherlock “leading him on”, but to his credit he tries to get over it when it becomes obvious that Sherlock wasn’t so much leading him on so much as their assumptions about their relationship just didn’t align at all. Also, they’re both sixteen and have no earthly idea what they’re doing.

But Sherlock learns two very important lessons from this. One, experiments with sex don’t mix with friendships you want to keep. Two, friends are harder to find than lovers, so prioritise the friendship.

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All through his twenties, Sherlock only has sex with people he doesn’t give a damn about. He also has enough of it to decide that it’s not for him. The list of things he enjoys is very short, and most people he has sex with have expectations he can’t or doesn’t want to meet.

The few times he’s attracted to someone, the attraction never survives the first sexual encounter, and the process often leaves him either bored, annoyed, disgusted or all three.

By thirty, he decides romantic entanglements are more trouble than they’re worth and any bodily needs he can meet more efficiently by himself.

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John Watson is an asteroid strike right into the center of his carefully crafted self-image.

The attraction is immediate, but he can ignore that easily. If only John wasn’t this… interesting.

John is nice and kind and lonely and abrasive, he’s a killer and a healer, he’s a loner who craves company, a soldier who defines himself by service to a higher good, whatever that may be, whose self-esteem is tied to being useful. He’s a deeply damaged, very intelligent, exceptionally capable man, wearing the skin of the everyman, deeply vulnerable yet outwardly stoic, the very embodiment of the stiff upper lip. He’s reliable and unpredictable, angry and calm, he’s the immoveale object to Sherlock’s unstoppable force.

Sherlock loves him. It’s as simple as that. He falls in love with John gradually, helplessly, with opened eyes and fully aware of what’s happening, yet entirely incapable of stopping it. He loves John intensely, honestly, deeply and — unfortunately — passionately.

He loves the colour of John’s eyes and the smell of his hair and the fine golden hairs on his arms. He loves John’s ugly jumpers and his compact strength and the shape of his toes. He loves John’s kneecaps, his capable hands, the economy of his movements, the expressiveness of his face. It’s ridiculous, and highly inconvenient, and frankly distracting.

He doesn’t know what to do about it. He has several options. He could ignore it and hope it goes away, which doesn’t seem very likely to happen. He could end his association with John, but the mere thought makes him nauseous. He could, to use a popular phrase, ‘make a move’. He’s almost sure that he would be successful — John spends a lot of time staring at Sherlock’s lips, chest and arse — but what then? What if he doesn’t like it? What if he loses interest? What if it ruins their friendship? What if John leaves?

And the worst thing about all of this is that he will never know if he doesn’t try it, but trying and failing could have catastrophic consequences, and not in the usual way his experiments fail. A kitchen fire is inconsequential, even mild chemical burns are of no consequence, but he could end up losing everything.

So Sherlock thinks, and broods, and sulks, and does nothing.

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“You want to tell me what’s bothering you, or do I need to guess?” John says one evening, sitting down next to Sherlock on the sofa. He’s sitting far too close, and he’s wearing a patient expression and holding out a cup of tea.

Sherlock spent the last three days turning around the John Watson conundrum in his mind and is frankly running out of patience. So he snaps, “I’m trying to figure out whether sex with you would ruin our friendship. Thoughts?”

John blinks once. Blinks again. Sets down the tea very deliberately. Blinks a third time. “Come again?”

“Bang on the money, John, yes, we’re talking about coming. Sex. You and me. Having it.”

“I can’t believe you just made an orgasm joke,” John says, apparently still trying to process what else Sherlock just said. “So.” He blinks again. Wets his lips (definitely interested, then). “You… want? To have sex with me?”

“Obviously, otherwise we wouldn’t have a problem!”

“The problem is that I don’t actually like sex all that much, and you obviously love it, given your reputation and the number of imbecilic girlfriends you’ve dragged in here,” Sherlock grinds out between clenched teeth, the frustration of the last few months spilling over in anger that’s probably misdirected at John.

“Um…” Again with the blinking. Sherlock hates himself a bit for finding it adorable. “What’s the problem, exactly? Because you want to, and I definitely want to, so…” he makes a 'fill in the gaps for me’ kind of gesture.

John, fortunately, seems to be extremely flattered and keenly interested in getting into Sherlock’s pants, and is apparently prepared to take his irritation in stride in order to get there. “Okay. Um. So. I think… so you don’t like having sex at all?”

“I like some things fine, others not at all,” Sherlock says, suddenly very aware of how close John is sitting to him, how much of their thighs are touching, and that John’s taken his hand and is rubbing his thumb over Sherlock’s finger knuckles in a very distracting way.

“Let’s start simple,” John says, and there’s a small smile playing over his face, his voice is low and he’s watching Sherlock with an intensity that’s both sexy and somewhat intimidating. “Kissing?”

Sherlock nods, suddenly beyond words.

John leans over and presses his lips against Sherlock’s, soft and tender and oh so good. Sherlock kisses back, and before he knows it, they’re snogging. John’s really good at this, alternating deep, toe-curling kisses with soft, teasing kisses and gentle, tender kisses. Sherlock immediately loves it, wants more, knows he’ll never get enough.

After an indeterminate time, John draws back and smiles. “I think we can work with that, what do you think?”

“But what if I don’t like it?” Sherlock mutters, unsure and hating that it shows.

“Then we won’t do it.”

“But what if I don’t like any of it?”

“Then we won’t do any of it,” John says, matter of fact, as if it’s that simple.

Sherlock’s scepticism must show on his face, because John gives him a reassuring smile. “Look. I know it’s not easy, but do you think you can trust me with this, just a little?”

“Well, since I’m inconveniently in love with you, I suppose I’m going to have to,” Sherlock says,

John grins at him, and Sherlock wonders how he can be this happy when Sherlock is this much of a mess. “Well, I’m inconveniently in love with you too. I think with a bit of experimenting, we can figure the rest out.”

“But you don’t like it when I experiment on you,” Sherlock points out.

“This isn’t you experimenting on me. This is us, experimenting together. Big difference.” John pushes a strand of hair out of Sherlock’s face, a gesture so unsexual and yet so tender it makes Sherlock’s heart melt. “I get that you’re scared. Believe me, I’m scared, too. This is big, and there’s little room for error. But the reward is definitely worth the risk, don’t you think?”

Sherlock considers the logic of what John is saying and decides it’s sound. “You make a good point.”

“Wow, Sherlock Holmes agrees with me. Truly a special day.”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” Sherlock says, already looking forward to using this technique every time John berates him about setting the kitchen on fire.

“As you wish,” John says with a soft smile and complies.

Thanks for the prompt, @calaisreno! Written for the prompt Experiments.

Tagging a few of the usual suspects: @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @jrow @helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight @topsyturvy-turtely @catlock-holmes @thetimemoves @discordantwords @the-reading-lemon @khorazir @hotshoeagain @keirgreeneyes and whoever wants to play!

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #microfic #may 2023 prompts #experiment

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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years

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Hi !!, I have been very lucky to find your DBD content and although it is for now the only thing I have read, I can surely say that I love it! and wanted to place an order.

Headcanons of the Assassins with an S / o that is a little sunny with them at all times but your companions hate you and make fun of you so you run to the Assassin camp to feel better with your loved ones.

You can put the characters that you think are best suited to this, I give you freedom to choose.

I understand if you can't do it but anyway, thank you so much for everything you bring us! 💖

(My English is not good and I am very sorry for that.).

Hey there~! Your English is fine, I got the gist of what you wanted to say! I know you’re probably asking for longer HCs for some of the Killers, and separately, but I had a bit of a different idea on how to approach this, so I hope you like this! <3

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It wasn’t your fault that you were trying your hardest to be positive, or that you weren’t necessarily being affected by the darkening or fear that most of the survivors were going through.

Why should you bother wasting every second of your life - Or whatever there was that remained of it - Thinking up a shit tone of strategies to counter killers, get better at fixing generators and finding the hatch, when you could chat about your passions, hobbies, friends, families and other cool stuff?

Like how Kate loves to play the guitar! Or... How many of them have pets! Or Yui’s racing and motorbike passion! Claudette’s interest in botany. Everyone was so unique in their own way, why not take pride in that!

Unfortunately, your fellow Survivors weren’t leaning your way, so you often found yourself wandering around the foggy forest on your own - You were never afraid of getting lost, after all, you never needed food or water, and somehow, you always ended up back at the Survivor camp, even if you only walked straight ahead.

This time, though, things went different - Instead of arriving back at your designated camp - The Killer Camp was painted out before your very eyes.

You couldn’t help but stand there, rooted to the spot, with eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape from the shock - How did this happen? Did the Entity make a mistake?

Looking like a deer in the headlights, you just stood there, staring blankly, while all the Killers turned around to stare back at you uncomfortably.

Thankfully, the Entity made it so that no altercation can happen in between trials, so at least you were safe.

“Yo, toots, watcha standin’ there for? Come over. We were just gossipin’ ‘bout ya normies!” Ghostie was the first to let out a dark cackle and wave his hand, calling you over, where he was standing in between Michael Myers and The Legion.

You were more than happy to oblige, and with a wide grin, you immediately scuttered over and sat on the log next to him.

Susie was the first one to greet you properly, and started playing and braiding your head, while Ghostface started talking about horror movies and whatever crimes he committed in the real life.

Myers, though silent, didn’t bother budging from his spot, but it was kinda obvious he was getting annoyed with the young ones’ obnoxiousness.

Freddy was letting out low, menacing evil-laughs, but they went completely unnoticed, especially after he earned a hit to the back of his head from Trickster’s bat, before the K-pop singer scooted over and plopped down on a log opposite of them, smirking and shifting the conversation towards music and how beautiful the screams of his victims’ agony were, especially synthetized into his songs.

The rest of the Legion members joined in the conversation, behaving like normal young adults do, and gossiping here and there about random shit from their neighbourhood and all the drama they went through.

Adiris was keeping her distance, not wanting to disturb anyone with her rotting, pusing stench, but at least the censer smell was offering a soothing aroma for everyone.

Hillbilly and Bubba were shying away from the crown, and Charlotte, Sally and Amanda were desperately fighting against the Doctor and the Clown so they wouldn’t dare try to harm a Survivor outside of a trial.

Which made Anna come over and bring you into a bone-crushing hug, protectively swinging you in her arms and humming a sweet lullaby, showing that she was taking care of you now.

Rin finally got the courage to come over, and though she wasn’t able to speak much, she appreciated having her hair played with, and if her ancestor, the fierce Kazan, dared approach you, she’d hiss at him and get in a fighting stance, katana out and ready to fight - Thankfully, he seemed to get the idea and he’d back off, happy to let his young descendant do her thing.

Pyramid Head would take out his sword and plant it as a shield in front of you, realising your innocence and how you didn’t deserve to be Executed, as you’ve never committed any sins worth of punishing, so whenever the Cenobite was attempting to steal you away, he’d get destroyed immediately.

Carmina, timidly, would come over and let out soft craw-like sounds, blushing sweetly as you’d pet her head and smile at her so nicely, calling her beautiful and what not.

Sadako would play tricks on you and try to cause some minor harm like tugging on your hair or pushing you around, but Wesker would stop her, as he was far too interested in flirting with you - After all, there weren’t many people to flirt with, in the Killer Camp, after all.

Nemesis was trying desperately to infect you, while Caleb would use his slingshot to counter him, and Talbot would continue fighting himself against even thinking about using you as a Blight Test Subject, considering how wrong all the other subjects went.

In the end, Lisa and Evan were the ones to walk you back to your Camp, and Philip would pat your head and offer a small smile as a farewell wish.

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The Other Side of Paradise

Prologue: Youth

Killer x gn!reader word count: 1.1k next a/n: hey, hi, hello. I'm finally back with another long fic oh my god im sorry i took so long. i didn't really plan on being gone that long pls forgive. anyway, there's a long story of how this idea came to fruition but i don't think anyone wants to hear all that lmfao. it was born from the glass animals song 'the other side of paradise' hence the name. im probably just gonna make the chapter titles different song titles and shove in lyrics here n there like normal lmfao ill stop rambling lets gooooo

“We should form a rock band when we’re old enough.” Kid suddenly sat up from where he had been laying down, struck with a sudden and brilliant idea.

A group of kids from the neighborhood were currently laying in the grass at the park after a long day of playing - this included you.

“Oh yeah? What’s with the sudden idea?” Wire asked, also sitting up to look at Kid. He crossed his legs, tilting his head to the side. He lived across from you.

“Well, I think we’d be good at it. And it would be fun. And we could all hang out all the time!”

“We already do hang out all the time,” Heat said, sitting up as well to join in on the conversation. He also lived across from you, next to Wire.

“Yeah, but I mean when we’re adults. This will be a sure fire way to make sure we’re always together!” Kid rolled his eyes as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m in as long as I get to marry y/n.” Killer sat up now, pulling you with him. He lived next to you.

You smiled widely. Sure, you two might have only been eleven right now, but you’ve been convinced you were going to marry this boy since you met him when you were seven. Even moreso when the two of you were sitting in the classroom at the ripe age of ten, holding hands when he officially asked you out.

“Ugh. Gross. But as long as you join my band then fine!”

“You’re literally seven, how do you know you’re still gonna wanna be a rockstar?” You looked over at Kid who narrowed his eyes at you. “Says the one who is literally eleven and convinced they already know who they’re gonna marry.”

You guffawed at him, pouting and folding your arms. “You don’t understand, you’re too little!”

“I’m seven! I understand plenty!” He shook his head, scoffing.

“Nuh uh!”

“Uh huh!”

You felt Killer put a hand on your thigh and you groaned, folding your arms and rolling your eyes. “Whatever. You’ll understand when you meet your special someone. When you’re older.”

“You’re literally eleven, Bigs,” he said again, rolling his eyes at you. Arguing with Kid like this was frequent. He was your cousin and lived with you, after all. He had moved in a couple of years ago when an unfortunate accident happened to his parents - your aunt and uncle. He was pretty much like a little brother to you at this point; he sure was annoying like one.

“Whatever.” You huff, rolling your eyes again and standing up. You dust yourself off, stretching.

“You guys have fun in your little rockband. I’ll support from the stands.”

“Nuh uh!” You look to Kid who was standing now, confused at his sudden change of tune. “You’re gonna be in the band with us!” Just like true sibling fashion, going from arguing to begging to hang out in two seconds.

You shook your head, making a face. You folded your arms across your chest. “No. I don’t like people.”

“You’re around us all the time.”

“That’s different.”

“Maybe y/n can be our manager,” Killer chimed, trying to prevent another argument between the two of you. He slowly stood up as well, slowly holding your hand and pulling you away from Kid. Just to be safe. Things didn’t really get physical between you two, but keeping distance helped arguments stay deescalated.

“I don’t know about all that,” you mumbled, shaking your head. Sure, it was mostly the whole getting on stage thing that made you nervous. Maybe you could be their manager. Though, people still made you nervous. You didn’t know the first thing about managing anything. You were eleven.

“Well, you have plenty of time to think about it.” Killer smiled at you and you felt your heart flutter. Sure, you were a kid, but these feelings were real. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. You were sure you found the love of your life and he seemed to feel the same - always content at your side.

Besides, he’s the one that asked you out, after all.

“You’re right. We have plenty of time to think about it.” You smiled back at Killer as he reached for your hand. You took his, squeezing it softly.

“Blegh!” Kid stuck out his tongue and shook his head, causing everyone to laugh.

You looked over to your cousin. “What would you even name your band?” He seemed to mull it over for a moment before deciding. “Victoria Punk!”

You blinked, tilting your head to the side. “Like that one girl you had a crush on?”

Kid nodded, grinning widely. You remembered him mentioning he had a crush on a girl named Victoria back in his old neighborhood. He also mentioned that she had also passed, but never gave any specifics and you weren’t one to pry with things like that.

“Well, I think you have to decide that with the others. You can’t just decide it yourself.”

Kid pouted, folding his arms. “I’m the leader! I get to make the decisions!”

“Who said you were leader?”

“I did!” He huffed, glaring at you.

You rolled your eyes, placing a hand on your hip. “You can’t decide that for yourself!”

Kid looked at the others. “What do you think?”

“I don’t particularly care,” Wire said with a shrug. Heat nodded in agreement. “Being in a band sounds fun, but I don’t want the responsibility of leader.”

Killer also shrugged. “I’m just along for the ride. You know what I want.” He looked at you from the corner of his eye and smiled, making your face warm up. He was so sweet!

“Who is gonna do what?” Wire asked, standing up now. Heat followed suit and now all of you were standing.

“Well, I have to be the lead singer since I’m the leader.” Kid nodded as if agreeing with himself. “Other than that…I don’t know.”

“You have plenty of time to figure it out,” you said, using Killer’s words from earlier. He grinned at you and you giggled.

Kid groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. “You two are the worst!” He stomped off, leaving you all in fits of laughter.

#sorry if its structured a little weird #tryna get back into the swing of things bear with me #those funerals and visiting by bio parents took it out of me #my bio parents always wear me out frfr #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer x reader #killer #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #am fics #tosp

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 8 months

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𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ‘𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇’ 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. }

silva did keep his word to himself, that he’d follow you around, lowkey borderline stalking you but it’s fine cuz he’s silva a fine ass dilf.

he’d let you catch him a good two weeks after the clacking of your sandals hitting the sidewalk as you stomped up to him a cute pout on your face. "wassup mister silva? why are you keeping tabs on me? am i your next target or are you a creepy old perv."

he smirked taking in your appearance, your hair now in a black wig with brown highlights to your butt and you wearing a band crop top and a long skirt with your beige sandals that clicked as your foot tapped against the pavement waiting for an answer. "i just see something i like, you seem to be using daddy’s money well."

he pushes hair that found its way in front of you to your back, the way his rough hand rubbed against your smooth dark brown skin made him throb in his pants. you look him up and down, he was no where near ugly at all and you could take him.. not in a fight this dude an assassin but ykw i’m talking about.

his whole family are assassins and that was something you didn’t necessarily want on your plate because what if you got too annoying or what if his kids think you want to replace their mom or some stupid shit like that? you just got rich and you didn’t need those problems.

but you told the little bitch of your thoughts to shut up and went with the slut who was talking about licking him three ways from sunday in any and every position since you spotted him. you grabbed his hand that rested on your collarbone gently to not startle the killer in him, your thumb stroking his palm as you looked up at him biting your lips before cheesing and batting your lashes.

"that man was my father but if you’re looking for a ‘daddy’ opening, it’s available." you watched his cat like eyes narrow as he studied your face, grinning, the dullness of his eyes and sunken, but somehow high, cheekbones doing something to you and he could tell. "is that right?" you nod your head slightly in a daze from the eye contact you didn’t want to look him in the eyes but it’s like you couldn’t pull away.

"well i’ll take that into consideration miss y/n." you ‘hmm'd’ when he pulled away, getting flustered when you noticed how close your two were, your checks and the tips of your ears running hot as you pulled your hand from his, folding your arms under your breasts which silva glanced at ofc and you looked off to the side before speaking.

"stop following me it’s weird and creepy, next time say it with your chest." he hums lips curling as he backs away slowly, to the untrained eye and you, it looked as if he were glitching leaving you with a "next time then." before disappearing completely. silva of course didn’t care what you had to say on the case of him 'following' you or whatever but he’d let up, doing the next best thing as he burst into the room filled with computers on top of computers.

"d-dad what’s going on? why’re you in here?" silva disregarded his second son swiping three female action figures off of his desk and closing out an obvious girls anime website as he strode behind him. "milluki i need you to find someone for me." the chubby teen gets into serious mode typing away on his keyboard. "of course father, who is it this time a crook? another assassin? a spider? chrollo? or killua again?"

silva leveled his voice giving away no undertone or motives the corner of his mouth tilted upward, hiding away from his son that faced the multiple screens. "y/n l/n."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #silva x black!reader #silva x black fem!reader #hxh silva #silva hxh #silva zoldyck #tw black reader #tw not for non blacks 😒

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Top 5 Skinner is annoyed with Mulder and Scully moments

okay this isn't really like him chewing them out but my top 5 "walter skinner doesn't need this" moments that make me giggle

1/ when mulder crashed the car and went missing in iwtb and skinner had to go pick scully up and he kept trying to calm her down and tell her to breathe and that mulder is fine

and he said "he wouldn't do anything crazy" and scully fully STOPPED to turn over and give him a LOOK

like this

it's lowkey my favorite moment in the movie because you can tell that scully is trying so hard to keep it together and her lip keeps quivering that whole scene until he says that line and she's just like???? i'm trying not to start screaming and your words of wisdom are "mulder wouldn't do anything crazy?????"

he's like girl i'm trying!!!! bless his heart

2/ when he asks mulder who the father of scully's baby is and mulder's just like "lol i dunno ask her" ...HE SUFFERS SO MUCH!!!

skinner was the first person to know about scully's pregnancy and the only person who was there for her for most of it and helping her, and he had made comments about mulder being the father before, so his ass knew. he's just like...so are y'all ready to be serious people or...?

mind you, at this point, skinner was the one who DUG MULDER'S COFFIN OUT OF THE GROUND!!!!!!!! just for him to behave like a deadbeat.

3/ when mulder was in the psych ward (the second time) and skinner was trying to help him and mulder just full-on physically attacked him to pass him a note written in BLOOD...girl WHAT?????

related: a couple years earlier when mulder was in the psych ward the first time for trying to shoot a man in skinner's office in front of him

4/ when mulder was on trial for murder and scully and skinner were like "we're gonna get you the best lawyer" and mulder's suicidal ass was like "lol no i don't want a lawyer skinman can defend me"

he suffers. so. much.

and then he DOES!!! he puts so much time and effort into trying to give mulder a good defense and mulder blocks like half their witnesses and is like i hope they DO give me death row, bitch!

once again can i remind you that skinner has already buried him

(also, that it was around this time that skinner had to tell him about william breaks my heart. but that's another conversation.)

5/ literally the entire episode of zero sum. skinner sold his soul to the devil to not only save scully, but to protect mulder too, and the whole time mulder is just cluelessly following behind like "almost figured out who sold their soul to the devil, boss!"

god it's literally so fucking funny like one of the funniest episodes of the show to me because it's like everyone forgets how good at his job mulder is until it's used against them

a few runner-ups but we could all go for ages:

all of the times that not only mulder and scully, but also clones of samantha, held him at gunpoint when he was just trying to help

the time mulder caught a sewer monster and skinner had to call the DA and ask how to prosecute it

this is an obvious one but the time mulder punched him because he’d been dosed with LSD

the line, "i helped A.D. skinner with his migraines. which he claims are due to you." that one of the baby agents says to mulder in s10

another favorite revival moment of mine is in this when mulder and scully are attacked and can't go home so skinner has to drive out to the woods and give them money

i don't even want to mention the time that mulder accidentally let a serial killer loose and then told skinner it was because of a dream

the reports that he has to read...the reports that he has to read....the reports that he has to read........

lol i just remembered when skinner brought krycek into mulder's office and mulder just SHOT up like a dog and tried to beat the shit out of him WORDLESSLY.

we love you so much skinman!

#thanks for the ask this was a laugh to think about!#asks

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RealAgeAU drabble - again

Hello I am back and I got another idea for this little silly au that I have @spotaus to thank for for the original idea :3 Though I think this may be officially becoming one of my AUs hahahaha First part Prev Part Next part

Also yes. I know it would work better to number these uploads but also i am not writing these in any set order so it will become miserable for all of us if i number them because either they will be out of order or I will have to rework all the names and I am already editing links I don't need that extra energy in my life.

ANYWAY! :D

Next part! The one I lovingly clal in my head - The one where the gang finds a more permanent temporary home. (also yes. Before this they all speed-run the whole Parental bonding and emotional bonding to the idea of having a babybones. Which honestly can and probably will make four different drabbles)

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Horror stares at the door and wonders once again how he got to this point.

Well, no. That is a lie. He knows exactly how he got to his point.

He glances over his shoulder where the other four at hiding off to the side. Out of view from the doorway but still visable for Horror if he looks just right. Seems like Dust won the discussion, again, and is holding Nightmare, again.

Horror wants to say it is surprising how quickly they all just... accepted the situation they got into but he really isn't. Monsters are weird like that. Forced adoption is not that wild all things considered when you are talking about beings made of magic and emotions.

Horror stares at the door and raises his hand before knocking twice.

He really hadn't wanted to do this but they have no other choice. As he waits he can't help but think back to what made them decide this.

Cross walks from side to side "That was way to close! That was the third time we came across the Stars with Nightmare out. Third!"

Killer nods from where he is sitting wiht the sleeping Nightmare in his lap "Yeah no kidding. It is annoying as shit that they are hunting us."

Dust shrugs "Not surprising. Nightmare 'disappeared' after all. We are their only lead."

Killer grins "We were lucky Cross managed to lie his way out of the last one." and he shoots Cross a wink.

Cross sputters "I panicked!"

Killer grins and winks "Sure sure daddy crossy."

Horror holds up his hands between his two... co-parents "This is not the time. We need to figure out where we can go." and he thinks things over.

Cross sighs "I don't get how they keep finding us!"

Dust huffs as he packs their bags "We go to too little universes. Makes it easy for Ink and Dream to pick us out because they recognise us personally."

Killer frowns "Meaning. we need a big universe?" he taps his chin "But also mostly positive as we still don't know how obvious Nightmare would be otherwise."

Cross frowns "I think it will be fine. He can't feel the balance anymore right? And no one seems to have a reaction to him like they had before nor how people have a reaction to Dream's aura thing. Maybe with the corruption gone he really is just... ex-guardian now?"

Killer groans "I hope so. I am not a fan of child labor."

That is when it hits him. Horror sits up "I think I know a place."

All of them turn to him and he immediantly regrets saying anything. See? This is why he normally tries to limit what he says.

Either way. Here they are now and Horror prays this works. Please. They need one thing to work in their favor.

The door opens and a gasp "Horror! It has been ages! It is great to see you. How have you been?" Crop smiles at him.

Horror steels his nerves. Come on. Too much hangs on this moment "Hey Crop. Nice to see you. I am... okay. How are you?"

Crop frowns at him instantly "You sure? You don't sound okay. Trouble at home?"

Horror chuckles "Kinda? Not exactly. Euh... Can't go back to that place now?"

Crop frowns "Why? Need a place to stay? I got a spare room."

Okay yes! this is going great! just... gotta make sure he knows.

Horror nods "I do need a room. Not just for me though..." Crop starts to frown and Horror raises his hands "Just temporarily!"

Crop frowns "Did... something go wrong?"

Horror pauses and thinks this through once more. He trusts Crop. Crop has never been anything but kind even when Horror had been an ass. Even when he had to once drag Dust here to get healing before they could make the jump back home.

Horror looks to the side and he sees the others just beyond the treeline, hidden in shadows and waiting. Crop takes a look as well but he can't quite spot them. Crop looks back up at him.

Horror takes a deep breath "You need... to promise me, no not just promise you need to swear. That what you are about to learn will not leave this universe."

Crop frowns as he immediantly looks uncomfortable. It is the reaction a promise gets from most of them. But Crop also shoots him a considering look before he nods. He holds out a hand "I swear and promise I will not share the about to be giving information. UNLESS! It endangers anyone." and he waits.

Horror stares at the hand and thinks. That... That is fine right? That should be fine. Nightmare being a child doesn't endanger anyone. Only them and Nightmare. Horror nods and shakes the hand.

Crop nods and steps aside "Come inside. I bet you will be more comfortable explaining there." he glances at the forest "Do your... friends? Want to come in too?" a guess clearly. probably on multiple fronts.

Horror shakes his skull "Not yet. Need to know your answer and reaction first." He turns to the forest and makes a signal to wait a bit longer. He sees a thumbs up shot his way back. Probably Killer. He never bothered with the signals they had learned together.

Crop nods as he steps aside and Horror walks in, having to duck slightly for the door. The door closes behind him and Horror sees the small living room with fireplace.

Crop leads him to the kitchen "Lets talk there. I will get some tea."

A few minutes later they are both seated and with a cup of tea. Crop looks at him expectingly.

Horror takes a deep breath and takes out their most valuable resourch. The Dreamtale book. And places it on the table. Crop frowns at it before looking at Horror.

Horror nods to it "It will help explain... Very long story short... Nightmare was never an adult. He was a child with a magical shield of some type. That magic has ran out."

Crop stares at him for a moment, then he pulls the book closer and starts reading it. He pauses at the title before opening it.

And now he waits.

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Crop sits wiht his skull in his hands. Horror just sits across from him, with his empty cup of tea. Crop's own cup has grown cold a long time ago. Horror just waits for anymore questions but Crop hasn't said anyhting in the last ten minutes.

Horror looks back at the book and sees that Crop has turned the pages back to the one with the drawing of Nightmare's head being cracked open. The image makes a very clear show on how small Nightmare was compared to the ones attacking him.

Horror still thinks the book doesn't do it justice. Nightmare is much smaller in person than the picture makes him seem. The cracks had been much worse than the picture showed. But it is the closest they got.

Crop finally sighs and speaks. He doesn't look away from the picture "I don't... Know a lot about this whole... multiverse stuff. It isn't my place at all. And that is fine." he pauses for a moment "But this... You are telling me... That the one being that had everyone afraid. That everyone saw as a demon. Is a child... is this child?"

Horror nods before he explains more "Nightmare... gained a lot of magic and powers when he ate those apples. At least that is what the story implied. We haven't managed to get him to tell us yet, mostly because well... he is six again." Crops pulls a face as well, yeah. Horror agrees. A PTSD filled six year old is not easy. But they are managing.

Horror nods "so... What Cross nad Dust think what happened is that... The magic and negativity of the apples bond itself to Nightmare. Which game him the magic and powers he would use. The connection to the balance because the apples were part of the balance. and more importantly, an adult form and mind to fit all the magic. There was just no way all that magic and energy would have fit a babybones. Especially one that hadn't shown much magic beforehand." an assumption on their end as Nightmare was never said to use magic in the book.

"We think... We think that this magic of the apples just. ran out. We had been in battle at the time and Nightmare had been hit but it shouldn't have had that much of an effect. it was the same type of attack he had been hit by before. Dust thinks it was just the last bit of magic that the apples had having run out. Meaning that with the magic and energy so went the form." all a theory of course. But it is the only thing they have.

Crop nods as he clearly thinks "And as he was suddenly an adult. instead of just being afraid and scared. all that pain and emotions took a more violent turn. As he was an adult and was suddenly able to realise that it was unfair which made him angry..." Crop pauses.

Crop glares back at the table and shakes his skull "It is... It is a whole story about victim blaming. A victim is blamed for the abuse they suffered. They are made to believe they deserve it and should be abused. Then as soon as they fight back and defend themselves they are seen as guilty." Crop takes adeep breath as he leans back "What I don't get... Why come here? I can't help with any of this."

Horror shakes his skull "This isn't about any of the big stuff. We don't even care about it. We just... Nightmare is himself again. His real self." he taps the page lightly "Not his aged-up self that the corruption enabled him to be."

Crop stares before his face changes to shock "You are trying to hide him." Then a frown "Why not go to your own home? Has it been compromised?"

Horror snorts "At this point? probably." a confused look and Horror continues "Nightmare used his magic to shield off an universe and make a castle." he shrugs at the glance "Nightmare likes to read. I imagine he liked to read back then too. He may have been an adult technically but he was still a child at soul. Child him wanted a home and wanted that to be a castle and adult him made it happen... probably... that is Killer's theory at the moment."

Crop laughs and nods "Suonds reasonable- oh... and with his magic disappearing."

Horror sighs "When I left his universe the castle had already been decaying..."

Crop frowns "Left? The five of you you mean?"

Horror looks to the side and feels the shame return "We.... we did not react well... when we saw the changes at first... we... we obviously dind't know what was going on and well." he looks down "We abandoned him. I know it was wrong and stupid and we all regret it. We came back but we still did it." shame.

shame shame shame shame shame shame shame-

A hand on his shoulder. Horror glances up and Crop smiles at him "It is okay. You are trying to fix it now right? obviously. Not cool that you abandoned a child... but it can be nerve wrecking. Suddenly going from a position where a person is mostly guiding you, to going to a position where you suddenly are responsible over that same person."

Horror looks to the side "We still left." he can't believe they just left!

Crop nods "But you returned." he grins "And you are trying to fix it."

Horror nods again "We are..." he chuckles "Not that we have been doing a good job at it. Jumping from place to place."

Crop hums "So you are looking to settle, at least for a little bit, while also hidding. Why this universe?"

Horror nods "Yeah..." He looks to the side "We... we don't know how everyone will react. To him being like this. Maybe they will react well. Maybe not. We don't want to risk it. Risk him."

Crop stares at him for a long time and nods "There must be better places?"

Horror shakes his skull "The Stars kept finding us. Dust figured out we needed a big universe that leans towards positive. Yours is one of those. It is one of the wider and bigger ones. And overall leaning towards positive."

Crop frowns "It can't be the best one..."

Horror shrugs but continues "True... there are bigger and more positive ones. But those are busy. Many people. many places. Yours is quieter. more empty. Gives peace and room to work from."

Crop frowns as he taps his chin. He thinks deeply before sighing "You guys got any type of backstory we can use? The multiverse thing isn't a known thing here and the only reason my brother and I know is because you crash landed here."

Horror blinks "You will let us stay?"

Crop nods "Sure." and he grins "Can't kick out four parents with a babybones." and he gets up.

Horrro shakes his skull "That isn't... Well I mean technically." He knows that Killer has come close to killing quite a few people with how protective he has grown over Nightmare and that isn't even including the motherhenning of Cross nor the clinginess that Dust has.

Crop chuckles as he nods towards the stairs "The attic is messy and should be cleaned but can be used by you four, well five. There is an old bed and an old lounge chair up there." more thoughtful "How big is he exactly? we will need some clothes. Probably also get a healer to check him if he is developing okay after all those magical shenanigans."

Horror stares for a moment before smiling "Thank you... I know it is a lot."

Crop shrugs as he opens the linnen closet "Horror. Taking care of milking all the cows on your own is a lot. Having to fix your roof in the middle of a thunderstorm is a lot." He straightens his spine with blankets in his arms "Helping a friend and his friends who have somehow aqcuired a babybones, while strange, does not compare to either of those. Now get your friends out of those woods. They will make the animals nervous." he grins "I am excited to be one of the first ones to meet the real Nightmare."

Horror smiles as he packs his book and goes towards the door. "Thanks again Crop."

Crop waves it off as he moves the piles upstairs.

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Boom! and they are staying in FarmTale for now! Horror and Crop are homies and Dust is more of an acquaintance of Crop but it works. Aged-up Nightmare knew that Horror had an universe he liked to visit but never demanded details. *shrugs* Nightmare didn't see the point. as long as horror wasn't going to betray him what did it matter he didn't tell him?

Surprise Nightmare, this is your temporary home now. For a bit. or maybe longer? They are still figuring it out.

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#RealAgeAU #UTMV #fanfiction #drabble #nightmare sans #Deaged Nightmare Sans #Horror Sans #Dust Sans #Killer Sans #Cross Sans #Farm Sans #Look most of them aren't in it for long but they had to be included okay?! They are mentioned! It counts!#We are back with me writing stuff to indulge myself again #hihi i am having fun #The guys are all very attached to their immortal toddler.#does six year old equal a toddler?#okay one google search later and turns out it doesn't.#doesn't matter immortal toddler sounds funnier #What else.#Yeah right Horror 100% once crash landed in FarmTale and had to wait for his teleport crystal to recharge before he could leave #He made friends.#and once Dust got dragged along for the ride because the idiot got too hurt to teleport them and Horror's crystal didn't have enough charge #so they made a stop there #Dust was very confused to wake up in a random farmhouse #This is also why Dust hasn't just teleported away with Nightmare #because technically this isn't a strange universe and he kinda knows these people #so relatively okay #Killer and Cross however are not yet chill about this #But yeah they are rooming with Crop for a bit :D #Okay rambling over time to fix my links

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bbernard-03 · 7 days

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The Fall (A Matt Sturniolo Fanfic)

Part 9: The Move

The further Leigh got from the East Coast, the more what-ifs took over her brain. She sat next to Matt on the plane, fingers interlocked, neither wanting to be away from the other. She smiled to herself as she recalled the events of this morning.

"Leigh." Matt breathed a sigh of relief. Leigh set the bags down and smiled at him. He ran forward and scooped her into his arms, spinning them around. "You came." He mumbled into her hair.

"I don't think I'd know what to do with myself if I didn't have you to annoy me every day." Leigh joked as she nuzzled her face into his neck.

"I missed you too." Matt laughed, squeezing her tighter.

"Alright, lovebirds, we're gonna miss our flight!" Nick yelled from the van. He and Chris couldn't help but smile at the two idiots hugging and spinning in the driveway.

"Matt?" Leigh spoke softly. The two hadn't spoken since they got in the van. The silence was comfortable, but neither of them really knew how to break it.

"Hmm." Matt hummed in response.

"I'm scared," Leigh stated as she focused on the window.

"What's up, kid?" Matt asked. He knew abruptly moving would cause obvious stressors and wanted to help as best he could.

"What if this is wrong? Moving with you. I want to do it, it was killer when I thought I wasn't, but what if it's wrong? What if we end up hating each other?" Leigh rambled on. Matt gently grasped her face and pulled her to look at him.

"We could sit here for hours and think of a million things that could go wrong. I will never hate you, Flower. We'll just take this one step at a time, okay? And we already took a huge step just by going." He chuckled at the end.

"I'm just nervous. I didn't even make a pro/con list." She mumbled, looking down at her lap.

"It'll be perfectly fine, sweetheart," Matt mumbled as he pulled her into his chest. Leigh melted into the now familiar touch. The second his arms were around her, all of her doubts disappeared. "You really didn't make a list?" He questioned.

"I just packed and ran," Leigh said as she smiled at the boy. "I couldn't picture how my days would go without you constantly annoying me." She joked.

"Oh you know you love me." Matt joked back.

"Mhm." Leigh hummed as she nuzzled into his chest. Unbeknownst to them, Nick had leaned over Chris and snapped a picture.

"Just friends my ass." He mumbled to Chris as he tapped on his phone.

"I give it a week." Chris chuckled as he gazed over to his brother and their new friend.

Matt's phone buzzed and he reached for it to check the notification. With a slight roll of his eyes, he clicked on the message from his brother and his cheeks instantly turned a rosy red. Nick had sent him the picture of Leigh curled up on his chest. He smiled at the picture and looked down at the almost sleeping girl in his arms. He locked his phone, set it down, and softly kissed Leigh's head as he wiggled to get comfy in his seat.

"I give it a couple of DAYS at most." Nick laughed.

The rest of the plane ride, Leigh and Matt sat with their arms around each other as they approached L.A. Despite Matt's efforts to reassure her, Leigh was still filled with anxiety about her recent decision. But, Sara was right, she never did anything just for herself. She never took risks. Maybe this is what she needed to do, something crazy.

On the ride to the Triplet's place, Leigh sat next to Nick in the back so Chris could have his spot up front. Matt grumbled a bit at first but she shot him a look and he dropped it. The one thing she was certain about was that she did not want to disrupt their lives any more than she already was.

When they arrived, all three boys were groaning about how hungry they were. It was around noon time and none of them had eaten breakfast.

"Why don't you guys go unpack and I'll figure out something for lunch?" Leigh suggested as they reached the front door.

"You don't have to do that, Leigh, we can just doordash something," Chris responded with a smile.

"You're housing me, it is literally the least I could do." She responded.

"We don't have much 'food'." Nick informed her. "We usually eat out."

"I'll find something, now go unpack!" She shooed the boys in the direction of their rooms.

Leigh set her two small bags down next to the couch and took in her surroundings. Their home was beautiful, could use some decorations, but it was beautiful. She walked into the kitchen and began rifling through the pantry. She was pleased to find some basic baking ingredients and some pasta. She threw her hair up in a bun and quickly got to work. She pulled out her phone, pressed shuffle on her favorite playlist, and hummed softly as she mixed the ingredients.

Matt quietly came downstairs and leaned against the wall, watching the beautiful girl float around the kitchen as she cooked. After a few minutes, he walked to the couch and grabbed Leigh's bags. He brought them upstairs to his room. He spent time rearranging his clothes in his closet and drawers to make room for hers. He took her neatly folded clothes, put her pants in the drawers, and hung up her shirts and dresses. He moved to his desk, set up her laptop next to his PC, and placed her notebooks neatly on the table. He smiled to himself, feeling accomplished, and moved to his door to head downstairs. He met his brothers on the stairs and they all walked down, greeted by a heavenly smell wafting from the kitchen.

"Lunch!" Leigh hollered happily. She had plated spaghetti with homemade garlic bread for each of the boys. Nick approached her and set his hands on her shoulders.

"You can never leave us." He stated. Leigh laughed loudly.

"You're welcome, now go eat!" She handed him a plate. She handed Chris a plate which he took eagerly.

"Thanks, Leigh!" He exclaimed as he sat down at the table with Nick.

"I don't think we've eaten at the table besides for a video." Matt chuckled. "Thank you, sweetheart." He whispered in Leigh's ear as he grabbed a plate from beside her.

"Anytime, darling." She whispered back as she grabbed her plate and they joined Nick and Chris at the table. The four enjoyed their meal and as they finished Leigh stood and gathered the empty plates.

"No way," Matt stated as he stood quickly. "You cooked for us, you are not doing the dishes." He tried to take the dishes but Leigh twisted out of his reach.

"I don't mind, Matthew," She said sweetly. "I'll clean up, I'm sure you guys have stuff to do." The three boys looked at each other, knowing they needed to come up with a game plan for new videos.

"I.. Fine, but you aren't doing anything for dinner." Matt caved. "And you're going to go relax after this!" He practically demanded.

"Sir, yes, sir." Leigh mocked with a small salute as she walked to the sink.

"Let's go to my room and figure out what we're gonna do," Nick suggested. Chris and Matt nodded and the three headed upstairs.

"I'll be right up, I forgot something," Matt stated as he turned to head back down the stairs.

"Hurry up." Nick groaned as he and Chris entered his room. Matt walked to the kitchen and walked up behind Leigh, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Thank you for lunch." He whispered as he nuzzled into her neck.

"It's the least I can do." She mumbled back as she continued to wash the dishes.

"I moved your stuff into my room. Go relax once you're done." He placed a soft kiss on her neck that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I can stay on the-"

"Don't you even try to suggest that you stay on the couch, Leigh." Matt interrupted.

"Are you sure?" Leigh inquired. She suddenly felt like a massive burden.

"I've spent the last two weeks in your bed. I think you can stay in mine, Flower." He whispered.

"Okay.." She caved as she leaned into the boy standing behind her.

"Matt, come on!" Chris yelled from upstairs.

"I'll see you later, beautiful." Matt kissed her cheek quickly and ran up the stairs.

Leigh stood frozen for a moment, as her cheeks turned bright red. Sure, she and Matt were affectionate. They both loved physical touch. But this particular interaction felt different. She continued to do the dishes and when she finished, she made her way up the stairs.

She hesitated slightly at the door that had been left open for her. She saw her computer and notebooks neatly set up and her empty bags on the floor, leaving her to assume that her clothes had also been taken care of. She smiled brightly when she saw her stuffed duck, amid Matt's stuffed animals, holding a small index card that read:

Welcome home :)

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic

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weird-is-life · 2 years

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Can we start over?

Pairing: Steve harrington x Henderson!reader

Summary: You really don't like Steve, in fact you hate him. Well at least, you used to. After learning about the Upside down, you find out, that Steve is not actually as bad as you thought he was.

Warnings: language, kind of slow burn at the start, st4 spoilers, mostly fluff

Words: 4.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

It was ceirtain.

You hated Steve harrington.

Why? Because he was such an asshole in highschool to everybody, including you.

He would laugh at you with his stupid friends whenever you were in the library, asking them to be quiet. They just laughed at you and kept being obnoxiously loud. Like i said, he was a jerk.

You heard, that he had changed, that he wasn't such an ass anymore. Your brother, Dustin, was one of those people, insisting that Steve was really nice now. But you didn't believe him, he hasn't even apologised .

You mostly tried to avoid him after the graduation, but that was kinda hard to do, after your brother befriended him.

You were forced to see Steve almost daily and he tried to have a conversation with you every single time.

You thought it was annoying and you didn't really talk back.

The thing you didn't know about was, that Steve liked you. He always thought, that you were really pretty and cute and so fucking smart.

But he thought, that he'd fucked up his chance with you by his arseholery back in highschool.

Altough he still had a tiny hope of you giving him another chance, so he talked to you, well, atleast he tried to talk to you.

It always went something like this.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing?" he would ask.

"Fine" you would say and stomp away. No even sparing him a glance.

He also wanted to ask you out, but he never had the courage to do so.

And he didn't know, that everytime he greeted you, you felt a wave of affection towards him go through you. Even if you've tried telling yourself something else, you knew that you liked him. So the best way, to not think about it, was to ignore him.

It was like this every time, until you came to the knowledge of all the craziness, that was in Hawkings.

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"Where do you think you are going?" you asked Dustin and followed him to the door.

"Uhmm outside?" he sarcastically replied, like it wasn't clear, he was going out.

"Like hell you are. There's some lunatic killing people and i'm supposed to be looking after you" you pointed out.

"Eddie didn't kill anybody" Dustin defended his friend. You noticed Steve's car parked in front of your house.

"Of course I know, that Eddie didn't do it. Eddie wouldn't hurt a fly let alone another person" you had been friends with Eddie before Dustin was. You were also a nerd in highschool , so it was obvious, that Eddie became your friend right away.

"So that's settled than, bye-" you weren't going to just let him leave.

"Nope. Eds not being the killer, doesn't mean, that there isn't one" he was so stubborn.

"Don't worry, i'm going with Steve" Steve waved at you with a huge smile at the mention of his name.

"And that's better?" you asked in disbelieve.

"Duh"

"Ugh fine" you rolled your eyes in annoyance,"but be back by 8 p.m. sharp, is that clear?"

"Yeah, i'll be here, thanks Y/N, love you" he exulted.

"Love you, too" you said back and than he quickly ran to the BMW.

"Bye Y/N" Steve said and again you just rolled your eyes and went inside the house. Steve just sighed in defeat and started the car.

By 8 p.m. the worry was visible on your features. Dustin was suppose to be at home, but he was nowhere to be seen. Many different scenerios of what had happened to him, were playing in your head.

A phone ringing, broke you from your whirl of thoughts and you anxiously picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/N, it's me, i'll be sleeping over at Mike's tonight" you let out a breath of relief.

"You are a real idiot, do you know that? I was so fucking worried about you, you should have called earlier" you were relieved, but still very angry at him.

"I'm sorry, i didn't notice it was so late" he apologised.

"It's okay just, next time call, yeah?" your voice softened.

"Yeah, will do. Goodnight, i'll be back in the morning" he hung up, before you could say anything else. Typical Dustin.

"Was she angry?" Steve asked in the Wheeler's household .

"Yeah, but it was alright" Dustin shrugged his shoulders.

"Shit, Henderson, i told you to call her sooner. She must have been so worried" Steve sympathized with you. He could imagine the anxiety of not knowing where the kids where.

"She'll survive" Dustin said, like it was no big deal.

"You should be nicer to her, ya know, she is your sister" and i don't want her the be sad, Steve wanted to say.

"Whatever, why do you care?" Dustin gave him an annoyed look.

"I don't. I just don't think it's nice" Steve tried to get out of it. He didn't want Dustin to know, about his big crush on you.

"I know why" Robin smirked at him.

"Shut up, Robin" Steve glared at her.

"What's she talking about?" that got Dustin's attention.

"Nothing, just drop it" He didn't think, Dustin would just leave it be, but to his surprise he did.

Steve was glad for that, but it didn't stop the nagging worry for you. He hoped you were safe, safe from the danger that loomed above them all.

In the morning, Dustin came home as he promised, but only to get some food (basically he just took everything from the fridge) and to change his clothes. And again, you said, that he must be home by 6 p.m..

But, of course, when the clock hit 6 o'clock, he wasn't home.

This time, you called the Wheelers and when Mrs. Wheeler told you, the kids were not there, every other household of Dustin's friends, you even called Steve and that was a whole new extreme.

Nobody knew where they were. You didn't even want to think of all the things that could have happened to Dustin .

Like there were things in this town, you couldn't describe.

You were one of the smartest people in Hawkings for a reason, so yes, you knew, that whenever something happened in the town, it wasn't exactly normal. You didn't really believe, that Hawkings was cursed, but you understood, there was more to the story, than people were led to believe .

So you didn't waste a second, you took your car keys and went looking for them .

You spotted a very familiar car, by that i mean Nancy Wheeler's car, standing close to the Lovers lake, close to the Skull Rock.

Nancy could be with Dustin and the others or maybe she knew where they were,you thought.

You decided to go check out Skull Rock and then maybe try look around the lake for them. You took your backpack, which contained some food and bandages, and set towards the spot.

".....so, Mordor it is" Eddie said and began to get up.

"Wait guys, do you hear that? Someone's coming" everybody stopped what they were doing, only Steve took a piece of wood and was ready to attack whoever it was .

"These stupid leaves, i swear to god if i found you Dustin i will kill y-" you emerged from behind the bushes and screamed as something almost hit your head.

"Jesus Y/N, what the hell are you doing here, i could have taken you out" Steve was surprised and slightly shaken up by almost hitting you.

He was very glad, that he managed to stop his swing before he could have hit you. It wouldn't have helped his situation with you, at all.

"Well hello to you too, Harrington" you glared at him and your eyes immediately set on your brother.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" Steve asked, but didn't get an answer.

"You" you pointed at Dustin, "are in so much trouble. Do you even know what time it is" you were furious at him. You saw him gulp, it was never good to make you mad.

"i had to lie to mom because of you and don't even get me started on the worry you caused" you took a deep breath before you said.

"Now. We are going home, come on" you expected him to go with you, but when he didn't, you stopped to look around.

Familiar faces were staring at you with looks of astonishment. None of them ever saw you get angry, like ever.

"He can't go, none of us can" someone finally spoke up. It was Robin.

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"We need to do something important " it was now Dustin who spoke.

"What important? Does it have to do something with the killer?" Dustin and his friends were always tangled up in some mess.

"I didn't kill anyone" another voice said. You didn't even notice Eddie standing a few metres behind you.

"Oh my god, Eds! I didn't even notice you" you immediately went to squeeze him a tight hug.

Steve felt jealousy go through him at the sight of you hugging Eddie. He folded his arms and stared at you two.

"You look horrible" you teased Eddie.

"Well, i've been on a run for a few days now, so I think that explains it" he joked, but you could see, the exhaustion behind his smile.

"I'm sorry about that. I know you wouldn't hurt anybody" you gave him a sincere smile.

"Thanks Y/N" he returned your smile.

"Well i hate to break this little reunion, but we need to go" Nancy said.

"Go where?" she looked around with uncertainty, clearly, she was thinking of a way to lie to you.

"Just for a stroll around the lake" Dustin lied. You knew, he was lying, you always knew, he was a terrible liar.

"Okay Dustin either you tell me what's going on or i'm taking you home" you crossed your arms on your chest.

"You are going to think, that i'm crazy and lying" he tried to avoid answering you.

"Try me" you said and he started to explain.

"So you know how so many bad things happen here, yeah? Well it's no coincidence-"you interrupted him.

" I know that, of course. There is something here, but i haven't really discovered what it is yet, i've been looking into it" that surprised everybody, including Steve. Steve didn't think you knew anything about the supernatural in Hawkings.

"Good, at least you'll believe me, when i say, that there is..." he started.

A few minutes later, you learned about the Upside down and so many fucking weird things, honestly you were a little lost in it all.

They told you, they were going to some gate, so you went with them.

You talked with Eddie on the way there, while Steve kept stealing glances your way every few minutes. He wanted to be the one, talking to you, instead he was stuck with Robin, who was talking his ears off.

"We are here" Dustin suddenly stopped in front of you and you almost fell, if it wasn't for a pair of strong hands, that belonged to Steve. You felt very warm at the places where his hands touched your body. But you quickly regained your composure and pretended, that nothing happened. Although your red face was telling a different story.

"Thanks" you muttered and stalked to stand next to your brother. Steve just awkwardly nodded without a single word.

"Why did we stop?"

"I think, the gate is under the water" he pointed at the lake.

"This just keeps getting better and better" you sighed.

"We should go check it out, just to be sure" Nancy said and that's how you ended up on a boat in the middle of the lake. When the compass went crazy, you stopped.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked as Steve began to undress.

"Somebody's gotta go down there and check this thing out" he replied, "Unless you four can top being a Hawkings high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then...It's gotta be me, no complains alright?"

"Hey, i'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there" you too didn't want to go down there. The dark water looked already scary enough.

What you didn't expect was to see Steve's naked chest. You had to admit he was really attractive. You tried not to stare at him, but Robin noticed the way, your eyes kept running away in his direction and smirked.

Eddie handed him flashlight and he jumped in the lake.

The waiting for Steve to resurface from the water felt like eternity, you actually started to get worried. Even got a thought of jumping after him. But thankfully, you didn't have to act on it.

"I found it" you released a breath, you didn't even know you were holding, when he finally appeared.

"You found it?"

"I found it, yeah, i found it" he swam to the side of the boat.

"Dustin you are goddamn genius" Robin got on the radio, but you hadn't heard back from them.

"It's pretty wild. It's more a snack-size gate, than the mama gate. But still, it's pretty damn big" he said out of breath.

You were about to ask him if he saw anything else there, but he was suddenly pulled under the water.

You all yelled Steve's name, but nothing happened. You heard Eddie's cursing and saw Robin and Nancy's scared faces. You were scared for him, too.

You knew you had to go help him, yes you still didn't like him, but you weren't gonna let him die. So without thinking, you jumped right after him.

You swam as fast as you could. When you spotted the weird red looking thing, you knew it was the gate and went through it.

The realisation of being in other dimension didn't really set in your mind, because you were running after Steve the minute you emerged from the gate.

You saw him laying on the ground. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw, he was being attacked by some kind of bats.

You and the others instantly went to help him. The bats were trying to bite you, but your only worry was Steve.

You and Nance tried to kill the bat, that was choking him, but it was not easy. After what felt like hours, it let him go and Steve killed it.

"Steve, are you okay?" you asked him at once.

"Well, they took about a pound of flesh. But other than that, yeah, never better" he gave you a small smile, which, to his surprise, you returned.

His wounds looked bad, but before you could say anything, you had to run in the woods to hide from the bats.

You hid under the rock, until they went away.

"Oh sh...shit" Steve almost fell.

"Steve!" you immediately came to help him, Nancy right by your side.

"I'm okay, i'm okay" he assured you, but he definitely wasn't okay.

"No, you are not, he is loosing blood" Nancy said and you agreed.

"C'mon, sit " you helped him down. It was like the minute you saw him get hurt, your hate for him disappeared.

"We need to clean it up" in that rush you forgot to put you backpack away, which you were thankful for now.

"I have a few things that can help " you took out the bandages and also an antiseptic spray.

"Why do you have all this stuff" Steve chuckled.

You looked at him and blushed. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, when his naked chest was literally centimetres away from your face.

Steve thought, that you were so freaking cute, when you were blushing.

"Well...uhm..i was thinking of the worst ever possibilities when i went to look for you guys" you answered.

"This is gonna hurt" you stated as you sprayed the spray. And assuming by his expressions, it definitely did.

"You alright? " he had his eyes squeezed shut, so you were a little concerned.

"Yeah yeah, i'm alright "

"Don't pass out on me, i will not drag you out of here" you joked.

"I won't, don't worry" he laughed, but put his hand on your shoulder to steady himself .

"You are great at taking care of wounds " was that a compliment from Steve harrington?

"Well, you know how Dustin is. Always in some trouble,ending up with bruises and cuts or whatever. I learned how to do this, thanks to him being so clumsy " you quickly spoke.

"I guess, i should be thankful for that" he winked at you and you almost dropped the spray you were holding. Why was he making you so flustered? It freaked you out.

After you cleaned the wounds, you bandaged his abdomen.

"Not too tight?" you asked him. It wouldn't be great if the blood wasn't coming to his legs.

"It's great, thank you Y/N" he didn't expect you to follow after him, let alone take care of him.

You wanted to go to Nancy, but he caught your arm.

"Why do you hate me?" he looked at you with pained eyes.

"Are you seriously asking that right now?" you were in wholeass another dimension and this was his concern.

"Yes, i need to know, because i think i'll go crazy if you won't tell me" he looked desperate. He wanted to know, why you always avoided him.

" You were an asshole to everybody, even to me in highschool "you let out a defeated sigh and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry, i know, I was a dick. I should have apologised to you. I'm sorry, " he looked you in the eyes,"but i changed, i'm trying to do better. If you gave me a change, you'd see that i'm not that bad" he was trying so hard for you to atleast consider giving him a chance .

"I-" you didn't know how to reply.

"So, uh , this place is like a Hawkings but with monsters and nasty shit?" Eddie interrupted.

Than there was talk about vines and getting guns, honestly, you weren't paying much attention, your mind was still on Steve's question and than you were walking to Nancy's house.

" Hey, you alright? " Robin came up to walk next to you.

" Yeah yeah, i'm fine. Atleast as fine as one can be in this situation" you chuckled.

"What about you?" you asked her.

"Same as you " she replied.

"You know Steve likes you, like a lot" she suddenly blurted out. She couldn't keep looking at Steve failing to get you to talk to him. She was gonna help him.

"What?"

"Yeah, i mean he likes you. He wants to go on a date with you that type of liking , not like he thinks you are nice liking . I don't mean to say that you aren't nice, you are, but i just want to say, that he has a crush on you and i've been watching him desperately try to get your attention. So I guess what i'm trying to say is to give him a chance. He is actually pretty okay" she basically vomited the words at you. You only had to giggle at her.

" Robin, it's okay, take a breath " you laughed.

" Sorry, sometimes i start to talk and don't know how to stop" she reddened.

"Don't apologise, it's alright. It happens to me sometimes, too. But do you really mean what you said about Steve liking me?" it didn't feel right, to think, that Steve liked you.

"Yup, he is also so annoying with it" she complained.

"Right"

"I know, he was an ass, don't get me wrong, he still is, but he has a good heart" she gagged after the last 3 words, "Sorry i'm not used to saying nice stuff about him. "

You bursted in laughter with her.

"But seriously please give him a chance or i think i'll kill him if i hear him say your name one more time" you wanted to argue that you didn't like him at all, but she saw right through you.

"I know you don't hate him, i saw you make eyes at him and don't even try to deny it" she was right.

"I'll think about it. Okay? " there wasn't much to think about, you were knew she was right.

You talked with her and Nancy for the rest of the way to the house.

The boys had a similar conversation as you and Robin.

"So what's the deal with you and Y/N?" Eddie asked Steve.

"What do you mean?" Steve was a bit confused by that.

"I mean you keep making heart eyes at her and she hadn't even hesitated to jump right after you in the lake " he explained.

"Wait what? Y/N jumped right after me?" you made it clear a lot of times, that you didn't like him, so he didn't get why would you go after him.

"Yup, it was like one second you were being dragged under the water and the next she was diving right after you" that took him by complete surprise. He was left speechless.

"If i were you, i would ask her out" Eddie added. Steve just sighed, he was trying to do that for a while now. Unsuccessfully.

"Dude, i've been trying, but she hates me" Steve argued.

"I wouldn't go in alternative universe, for a person i hate, would you? " Eddie pointed out and left Steve to thinking.

Maybe he was right, maybe you didn't hate him, but he still wasn't sure about the whole asking you out thing.

When you finally got to the house, you spread out to look for something useful.

You were downstairs with Steve, he took the living room and you the kitchen.

Everything was going fine, until a huge spider fell on your arm and you screamed bloody murder.

"Y/N, Y/N, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Steve came running in with wide eyes and took you by the shoulders to see if you were hurt.

"There was a spider, sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" he almost got a heart attack at the thought of something happening to you.

"Jesus, i thought that you saw Vecna or something" he laughed, but still didn't let you go.

"Don't laugh at me. This is serious matter" you looked at him with poker face before you broke into a grin.

"Ah yes, sorry" he grinned aswell.

"Now that i know, you are in no danger, i'll go" he was about to leave, but you stopped him.

"Steve, about the earlier" you took a deep breath, " I-i forgive you. We all did some stupid shit, that we regret. So we are okay " you saw today that he wasn't that douche anymore.

"And for the record i don't think i ever hated you , i just hadn't wanted to admit it" it was a little stupid to say it out loud but you would survive.

"Really?" he was stunned. Like being in the Upside down was one thing, but you saying that you didn't hate him was a whole new level .

"Yeah" you sheepishly admited.

He had no idea what to say to you. But his mouth worked it out for him.

"Wouldyoubewillingtogoonadatewithme?" he blurted out.

"What?" you didn't know if you misunderstood him or if he was really asking you out.

"Would you go out with me? " he said slowly this time. He was looking everywhere else but you and when you didn't respond immediately, he got concerned.

"I mean you don't have to, it's probably stupid. I think, i'll just go" he was about to leave, but for the second time that day, you stopped him.

"I will go, but under one condition " you cheekily said.

"Anything" Steve didn't think he could have been any more obvious at how much he liked you.

"You'll help me get back at Dustin, for stressing me out so much the last few days. "

"That will be no problem at all, " he beamed, "I'm always more than willing to prank your brother. "

" Okay it's settled then, if we get out of here, you can take me out on a date" and he actually cheered, like full on hand in the air in victory cheer. You couldn't help, but to giggle at him.

" What? Can't a guy celebrate finally getting a date with this really pretty girl?" he joked and your cheeks turned pink at the 'very pretty girl' comment .

"Are you flirting with me? " you went along with the banter.

"Yes, i'm flirting with you, i've been trying for a while now" he shyly scratched his neck," i mean, i've liked you since like forever" he confessed.

"Oh have you now?" you teased him.

"Yeah.."

"Well you are not so bad yourself" you admited.

For the rest of the time you spent in the Upside down, you kept exchanging soft glances and sweet smiles. You were looking forward to the date and Steve still couldn't believe, you actually said yes.

And of course Robin noticed it. She hadn't said anything, but she was going to make sure to tease Steve relentlessly about him finally getting the balls to ask you out .

....

Hey guys, thank you for reading. Hope this wasn't too bad to read. This is probably the longest piece i've ever written.

Feedback is always appreciated. Also if anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #Steve harrington x y/n #Steve harrington x Henderson!reader #Stranger things #stranger things imagine

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marleysfinest · 11 months

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oh I thought I could send in as a different blog but apparently it's pisspope only ://////

FINE dealer's choice either gimme another zekey (steam it up a lil) or maybe maki if ur feelin it ??? z is the preference but I will Not say no to my girlie either

good because it's pisspope or nothing. I worship the pisspope. obviously I got ezekiel 4 u

there's a sudden clutter of shoes from the hallway, making you jump out of your skin. one in the morning was not the time to be watching a serial killer documentary, nor was it the time for your clumsy boyfriend to be stumbling through the door.

"it's me! it's me."

"jesus! fucking christ, zeke, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!"

he holds his hands above his head in surrender as he whispers his apologies, apparently trying to keep quiet now that he's already scared the daylights out of you. he tiptoes extravagantly - like a scooby-doo villain - into the living room and slumps onto the couch beside you, immediately throwing himself at you and resting his head in your lap. his hands weave around you, pulling you in as hard as he could.

"jheeze, are you alright?" you ask. it was obvious that he was drunk, but these displays of affection were few and far between. not that he was ever cold; he just wasn't a big hugger.

"don't ever leave me," he slurs. the quip catches you off guard, and you don't know how to respond. resting a hand gently on his head and brushing the thick locks of blonde hair away from his eyes, you can't help but feel your brow furrow.

"what?" you ask, "why do you say that?"

zeke remains perfectly still, eyes closed, burrowed against you.

"we ended up meeting up with some of those asshole salespeople at one of the bars. my god they're dull. they're so boring. and annoying. and rude. all they talk about is sports and fucking."

not sure that your question was answered, you struggle to piece together where he was coming from. before you can prod him for more answers, however, he offers them up readily.

"I don't ever want to be like that again. just stay here with me and give me someone to come home to and keep giving me more interesting things to talk about. give me a reason not to watch sports. give me a reason to be interesting. give me a reason to be better. please don't make me be a bro."

he's almost getting upset, but you can't help but smile and stroke his hair.

"alright, I'll stay here," you assure. he smiles gently.

"good."

within seconds, a heavy snore escapes him. great, you think. stuck, again.

#*blows kiss* zeke 4 u my bb #zeke jaeger #marstight200

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lizzie-wendigo · 11 days

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What a great way to welcome the seventh season of BNHA, don't you think? Well, before I start arguing because I PERSONALLY BELIEVE that Toga is a SHIT character. I'd like to clarify 3 things

If you're a fan of this character, well I have nothing against it, in the end this is just my opinion.

If you don't share the same opinion on the matter, that's fine, but don't come and try to defend her. This post is only for the HATERS OF THIS CHARACTER and if you insist on coming to denigrate me just for this, you will earn a block. If you don't like it, don't watch it

If you come annoying to say "They're just fictional characters." Nobody wants to hear your opinion, I know it's fiction, but it doesn't give you the right to bother others with your "wisdom" (to put it fragilely).

It's sad to see a series that I loved so much, despite being a generic shonen, become so ridiculous. I warn you at once how bad the plot in general will be from the 7th season onwards. However, the worst revolves around this character. Previously I made a post where I said the worst and ridiculous events that happen in the manga and that will happen this season. So in the meantime, I explained the reasons to hate Himiko toga

She victimize herself because "no one understands her":

Apparently she only knows how to feel sorry for herself only because she feels "misunderstood." As if killing people was something "harmless" and not something serious. Now it turns out that "being herself" is succumbing to those practices and that is "a good thing." Obviously I don't agree with how her parents treated her, but that doesn't justify her even accepting that she has a serious problem and, to make matters worse, not even making an effort to do something about it. It was easier for him to leave

The reason why she joined the league of villains:

This one is pretty obvious. She runs away from her house after killing an innocent boy who didn't even know her, and wants to join the villains just because she "feels like they misunderstand her." Come on! She only joined because they're just as insane as her (each with their own traumas, obviously). Even Dabi's situation is even more UNDERSTANDABLE than "Toga's suffering". Obviously, since they are also criminals, they didn't reproach her for anything and that is why "they're already her friends." She believes that they are her friends only because "they accepted her as she is." In other words, if you tell her that "what she does is wrong and try to explain her" you are her enemy and "if you tell her that killing is okay and you support her", you are already her friend. WTF!?

Blame society for their problems rather than their actions:

The "poor thing" apparently believes that others are to blame for her current situation, except her for not "accepting her as she is." And yes, oh, many say that "she is like that because of her quirk", well... she doesn't seem to express that she doesn't want to be like that, making excuses for blaming societ

She Enters the psychopathic profile:

If you've seen as many documentaries about serial killers as I have, you know that they all have something in common: They feel no remorse for their actions, because they believe that what they do is right. Psychopaths/sociopaths share the characteristic of believing that what they do is right or they don't feel anything... well, that's toga. Furthermore, many of the greatest psychopaths in history began with animal abuse. And guess what made toga? yup... she killed birds to drink their blood and said that "they were beautiful dead ones." Obviously this is not a coincidence, and she would be better off in a psychiatrist.

Spoiler: Uraraka told her that she has "the most beautiful smile in the world":

This will appear in season 7, and I warn you to have bleach ready for your ears. During her battle against Toga, Uraraka said that she "envied her smile, because it was beautiful"..... Uraraka.... can someone please explain to her that that supposedly beautiful smile is actually a reflection of ALL THE INNOCENT VICTIMS THAT SHE KILLED WITHOUT MERCY OR REMOR AND THAT IF SHE BE ALIVE NOW WOULD I DO IT AGAIN!!?? In conclusion and as an extra spoiler: she died as she lived, as an amoral psychopath without learning a single lesson or regretting having killed innocent people.

......enjoy seventh season :)

#lizzie-wendigo #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #himiko toga #himiko toga fanart #toga himiko

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sluttbuttsstuff · 2 years

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SILVER CHARIOT “SUGAR DADDY” APPLICATION FORM:

NAME: Jonathan “Johnny” Joestar

AGE: 30

OCCUPATION: Former Horse jockey, Horse Trainer, Horse Ranch/stables owner

ANNUAL INCOME AVERAGE: Aside from a huge inheritance all belonging to him, as well as the deed to the Joestar property, including its many subsidiaries and other branches, he has a net worth from his former races around 50 million. How much he makes annually varies greatly depending on how well his horses do , but he is very comfortable financially

BACKGROUND HISTORY: The second son of the Joestar family (America), Johnny comes from a long line of horse ranchers, breeders, and racers. After the tragic death of his brother during a training practice, Johnny became the sole successor to the Joestar legacy and name. His father, whom he had a bad relationship with, died without a will, and left everything to Johnny. Johnny had been racing competitively since 13 years old, and by the time he was 18, had over a dozen championship races under his belt, as well as one of the best records of an American jockey. When he was 25, he finally won the Kentucky Derby and Preakness, but at the Belmont suffered a career ending fall from his horse, and was paralyzed from the waist down. He’s spent the last five years undergoing surgery after surgery, treatment after treatment to try and walk again, to ride horses again. He’s been terribly depressed and lonely, and was connected to the Silver Chariot Agency via his best friend and personal doctor, Gyro zeppeli.

EXPECTATIONS: He was initially against it, but finally gave into Gyro’s pressuring and applied. Johnny has a proud history of being a womanizer and playboy, so he’s mainly expecting sex from the relationship at first. He won’t make you do anything if you’re not interested, and it’s not a deal killer, but his idea of a sugar baby is a bit…old fashioned. It would be nice to have someone to listen to him talk about his problems that wasn’t Gyro, but he’s not the best conversationalist. It is recommended whoever takes this position be prepared to deal with possible depression and mental, as well as physical health issues and understanding. DO NOT look down on Johnny because he’s handicapped, and DO NOT baby him. Disrespecting him for his injury and disability is an instant deal breaker.

LIKES: animals, especially his favorite horse Slowdancer, gyro (not that he’ll ever admit it), women, sex (YES he can still get it up, DONT BE RUDE), horse racing, plays/the theatre, fine shoes and boots, road trips, excercise

DISLIKES: being belittled/disrespected, the downsides of his injury and disability, his family’s unresolved issues, talking too much about himself, being vulnerable, Diego Brando (he’s a rival who’s losing him a lot of money)

IDEAL TYPE: a woman, a hot woman. He Might consider a guy, but would prefer one more feminine than masculine. He likes soft curves, not rough edges. He wants someone who respects his independence and doesn’t look down on him, but is also a bit worn out with the “shallow socialite” type that tries to use him. A sugar baby's gotta do what they’ve gotta do, he understands, just….don’t make it so obvious you’re using him? It would also be nice if you were cool with animals, especially horses, and the outdoors. You don’t have to be an expert, but he wouldn’t mind showing you a thing or two.

IDEAL FIRST DATE: Either something Gyro planned, or just a day chilling at his home/stable ranch. He doesn’t want to go out much, he always feels like he’s being gawked at, but is starting to get annoyed being alone all the time. Sitting on the porch, watching Slowdance graze, have some sweet iced tea under the shade of a tree, his head on your lap. That sounds nice to him.

PAYMENT: He’ll pay you, probably online or via phone after the date. You’ll get paid, don’t worry. He just feels a little shallow after having a heart to heart with you, maybe making love, and then handing you a bunch of money. If you mention something you want him to buy you, he’ll nod, and not bring it up again…Only for you to receive a beautifully wrapped package on your doorstep for the item mentioned, and never mention anything to you.

ADDITIONAL REQUIREMENTS/INFO: He doesn’t like to talk about his injury or wheelchair, obviously, but there are certain things or places he can’t go because of it. He doesn’t like to bring it up, so don’t mention it, but try not to ask him for anything you know he can’t do for a date. Also, please at least be civil with Gyro, he��s a bit weird but he’s Johnny’s closest friend

#jjba #imagines #mine #sluttbuttsstuff #sluttbuttstuff #sugar daddy!au #sugar daddy!application #johnny joestar #johnny #reader x johnny #reader x johnny joestar

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blue-kyber · 2 years

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When you write your strong, talented, brave, self-sacrificing MC hero who saved everyone devolving into a whiny little shit. :D

(from today's edit of "Out There: The 1K - part 2)

[Jeina] tucked her hands into her pockets, “As for teaching you how to see, I mean it. Right here. Right now.”

“And I told you it’s impossible.”

“Ah, you told me what you think is impossible.”

“Uh huh. Ok,” Yune harrumphed with tar-thick sarcasm. “Glad you’re here to tell me these things.”

“Alright, then prove me wrong. Follow my instructions exactly as I tell you, and if you can’t see after giving it your best, honest effort, then I’ll concede.”

“Biology doesn’t work that way.”

“So quick to accept the worst of a situation.” she shook her head, “Well, then, since you’re officially a permanent resident here, you and Will are welcome to claim the upstairs room as your own. Divide it down the middle, or whatever you want. Do what you want with it. It’s yours. We'll bring your ship here as promised," she rested her hand in gentle sympathy on his shoulder, "This is your home now, Yune. You won’t be cast out of it.”

An ache at never seeing the stars again, of never feeling the satisfying thrill of soaring through the sky again knotted in his chest.

He belonged up there. A need to be up there, to explore, to fly, had pulsed through him all his life.

To not experience that again - the one thing he lived for - to be trapped on the ground, would be a soul-killer. He could already feel his soul constricting, writhing, and screaming inside him remembering the past. He didn’t ever want to feel that again, and wanted to scream out loud.

There was no guarantee she could fix the complicated tech. He faced losing his first love forever if she failed.

This might not work, but if he had a vague chance of getting his sight back, he could at least do his best to entertain her unorthodox idea.

He heard the door slide open. “Wait.”

She paused, bearing a slight smile of relief. She'd hoped he would come to this conclusion.

He stepped away from the edge, “What do I have to do?”

The rain let up seconds later, and the air grew colder as the clouds broke up. Either they were in the eye of the storm, or that was a small, violent one that passed.

“Come with me.” Jeina took his right hand and coached him down the two steps to the ground.

One step into the wet dirt made him stop and cuff his pants up to below his knees. He didn’t need his feet matching their color, “I’m putting my shoes on.”

“Nope,” she snared him from heading back inside and pulled him out into the valley.

Grudgingly, he went with her. “Oh, come on. You can’t still be on about this whole ‘grounding’ thing. It’s muddy out here.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, because you’re wearing boots – ech,” he lifted his right foot, “I think I just stepped in something that’s not mud.”

“I’m leading you around the obvious scak piles, but I might miss one or two. It’ll wash off in puddles as you walk.”

“This is some kind of odd torture, isn’t it. What did I do in a previous life to deserve this?”

“Are you done complaining?”

“No. I’ve not yet begun to fight.”

“You can’t always be this annoying.”

“You keep insisting I’m a kid, so we’ll have it your way. Fine. I’m a kid. It’s my job to be annoying.”

“Well, you’re excelling remarkably at it.”

“Thank you–ach!” more gunk he was sure wasn’t mud squished between his toes. “Uch. This had better be worth it,” he kept going, trying to shake off the gunk, “This is the worst.”

That was one of the many things he loved about space; no organic presents to step in.

The cold, wet ground chilled his bare feet to the crisp crackle of grass and ‘squish-squelsh’ of mud. A brisk wind fluttered his loose clothing. “Taking a blind man on a hike barefoot through a minefield of scak. Great idea.”

She sighed. It was like she was dealing with two of her old friends again when they were this age and she had to guard them. She saw them in this salvager’s eyes, and heard them in his personality.

She knew why he’d transformed into a big child. For one, he was one - he just didn’t believe it - and two, awakening from a lighrey too early will turn the most amiable, pleasant person into an exceedingly cranky, irritable creature that would try even an Ai Hiri’s legendary patience.

For anyone else, the effects would be like not sleeping at all for three days straight.

Until he went back to sleep, she would have to deal with a taller, older-looking version of Will. “Three-hundred years, and it never gets easier,” she mumbled to herself.

It didn’t take long before the effects of being forced out of a lighrey too early hit him suddenly like a meteor. Fatigue turned his limbs into the heavy density of pure karrelite, and the lack of energy gave him shortness of breath.

“We couldn’t have… done this… inside?” he huffed and puffed.

The parallels between him and Will were amusing. The two were cut from the same cloth, “Being out here will have more of an impact. Trust me.”

“Sure. Right,” he panted, “Obviously.” he seasoned in as much sarcasm as possible, “What was I thinking.”

She stopped to let him rest against a large white chunk of masonry for a moment.

“Are we there yet?” he tried to look like he wasn’t carrying a small moon on his back.

“Almost.”

His hand brushed across the rough, dimpled surface of the boulder. It felt exactly like the one near the house, “Where’d all these rocks come from anyway?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she pulled him away from the rock by his hand, “Come on. Just a little further.”

He groaned from having to keep moving, wondering why he agreed to this crazy idea.

He wasn’t sure how far out she’d taken him, but it would be a decent trek back to the homestead - at least in his current pathetic state.

Finally, they came to a stop. “This is it.”

Thank everything they’d stopped. He wanted to sit down - scratch that, he wanted to take a nap, “You’d…said it was…a little…further. That was…more than…a little,” he slumped, bracing his hands against his thighs to catch his breath, “You…lied.”

“I’ve never lied to you once, Yune, I’m not about to start now.”

“Where’d you… take me, the…the mountains?”

“We’re in the middle of the valley,” she stated.

That wasn’t more than a quarter of a mile. The small valley stretched half a mile wide from the eastern hills to the lake, and from there, another mile. It stretched a mile-and-a-half sideways from mountainside to mountainside. And the house sat a little ways forward of where the hills began. He chastised himself for being this exhausted at half the distance he could normally run with minimal effort.

His sarcastic exclamation echoed loudly enough to disturb some nearby nathreep into a mild, startled bleating, “Great!”

About a minute passed for him to recover. “Ok, against my better judgment, I’m here,” he spread his arms out, “Now what?”

She slipped the blindfold away from his eyes.

He blinked in darkness at the cold breeze brushing across his exposed skin.

“Now your training begins.”

Her professor-esque tone cut down his smugness. “I kind of don’t like the implications of how you said that.”

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