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jjwantsme · 1 year

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I Wanna Be Saved!

j.m

pairing: jj maybank x kook!reader

summary: in which he finally saves his favorite hoe. (part II to ‘Captain Save A Hoe’)

warnings: nsfw, lowercase intended, cussing, kiara still lowk being mean😭, slutshaming, promiscuous!reader, mentions of smut, kinda short

authors note: i love this little theory sm 🥲🥲🥲 thank yall for reading

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JJ looked zoned-out while John B went on about some stupid theory, a theory that he frankly didn’t care about. how could he care when hours earlier, his girl walked out on him?

okay, alright, she technically wasn’t his girl. but, in his mind, he was certainly her boy.

“JJ, are you even listening?” kiara looked at him with a face of annoyance.

“yeah, you were like, just straight up ignoring everything we said,” pope said in his monotone voice, only aggravating the boy in question even further

“everything is fucked, bro!” the blondie huffed, standing up off the couch as he shocked the other three teenagers. “y’all are confusing and annoying the shit out of me with this dumbass mystery thing, as if we’re in a fucking tv show! this is real life, okay?! we’re not gonna find fucking gold. listen, my favorite fucktoy walked out on me, okay, how the fuck am i supposed to pay attention?! also, i haven’t gotten high in, like, 25 hours and i’m getting withdrawals.”

the room stayed silent for a solid 6 seconds once JJ finished his stressed rant, the other teenagers looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. what the fuck was he talking about?

“uh, okay, let’s disregard the gold thing for a few minutes- what do you mean by ‘fucktoy’?” pope interrupted the silence, kiara nodding slowly in agreement to his statement.

JJ sighed and sat back on his spot on the couch, resting his forehead in his hands, “y/n, bro-“

“you fucked her?!” kiara exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing in a mix of anger and confusion. “i literally told you that she was a bitch!”

“yo, don’t talk about her that way,” he lifted his head off his hands, “she’s actually cool, alright? i really, really like her.”

“so, then…what’s the problem?” john b shrugged slightly with raised eyebrows.

“that is the problem, dude! she’s pissed ‘cause we agreed on no actual feelings involved, but of course, i fucking folded.”

“such a bitch,” kiara mumbled, making JJ roll his eyes.

“i’m confused,” pope narrowed his eyes.

the boy groaned, “jesus, pope, how slow are you? she made me bust a couple times and now i’m ready for marriage!”

“woah-“

“look, J, you’ll get over her. there’s hundreds of hot girls on this island, you’ll be fine. now, can we please stay focused on becoming rich?” kiara spoke louder this time, cutting off pope’s shocked reaction to JJ’s explanation.

“whatever,” JJ mumbled as john b took the opportunity to plan out the next step to finding the mind-boggling gold.

they just didn’t get it.

maybe she is a hoe, JJ thought. maybe he was just another check off of the promiscuous girl’s list of dicks to suck. but, if she is a hoe, she certainly is his favorite.

y/n groaned as she woke up in another man’s bed.

after leaving JJ, she was desperate to find someone as good as him- but, she had been failing miserably.

they never made her feel as good as he did, and probably never will. JJ was different.

sex with these men was just boring. sure, they weren’t bad, but none of them were the best. it was just plain old sex. but, with JJ, it was like her pussy was made for him.

she couldn’t keep entertaining all these other boys anymore. she needed a man, she needed her man.

so, she swallowed her pride and typed up a text. ‘missing the taste of you’, she sent to him.

she was shocked when her phone dinged shortly after. ‘yeah? i’m missing the feeling of you’, he replied back to her.

yeah. that settles it. her pussy was made for him.

the teens continued their back and forth vulgar texts for the rest of the week. photographs of his dick being sent to her, voice memos of her cumming around a sex toy being sent to him.

‘i wanna see you again’, y/n said one day, and JJ would be idiotic to decline.

they agreed on a place and time. 2:00 AM in y/n’s bedroom. they clarified that there wouldn’t be much talking involved, they just wanted to feel each other’s bodies again.

he wanted to feel her juices pour onto his tongue as he pleasured her. she wanted to feel his cock stretching her out, she wanted to feel the mix of pleasure and pain.

so, there JJ was, exactly at 2:00 AM, in his favorite girl’s room.

there lips molded together in a heated makeout, his hands going down to grip her ass as they slowly moved towards the bed.

“wait, stop, wait,” JJ gasped out as he pulled away from the kiss when he felt her warm hand travel down his shorts. “we can’t do this, i’m sorry, but we can’t,”

“what? why?” she pulled her hands back as she looked at him with a face of confusion.

“because i still like you, y/n.”

her face fell as she sighed and stepped back, sitting on her bed. “yeah, i figured.” she sighed and looked down.

“look, y/n,” he situated himself in his shorts, trying his best not to focus on his raging hard-on, “i know that you have a boyfriend, but-“

“we broke up.” y/n cut him off when the words slipped from his mouth, making JJ’s heart stop.

“…what?” he breathed out, “really? wh-why?”

“i mean…sure, he was an okay boyfriend. but, he just…he just wasn’t you.”

JJ sucked in a breath at her words.

“i think i like you too, J.” she told him, just above a whisper.

“oh.” was all he could say, although in his mind he was celebrating her reciprocation.

“maybe…maybe we could go on a date or something?” she asked as she stood up again, walking towards him again.

“yeah, i…i’d like that,” he spoke quietly, cupping her face.

“i take back what i said,” he said, pecking her lips, “we can definitely do this.”

the couple spent the night making love, one round after another.

her moans were music to his ears, it felt like a reward for every good thing he’d ever done.

he’d do a thousand good things if it meant he’d get to fuck her everynight.

they stayed in each other’s arms all morning long, tracing shapes on one another’s bare skin.

“JJ?” y/n whispered into his neck as the sun shined on them through her window.

“yeah?”

“thank you for saving me.

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inkybloom-luv · 6 months

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"But you're still pretty..!"

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Somehow I am still alive!! Uhm!! I tried my best for this one! @midnightmah07 requested this randomly on a post so I hope you like it!! Took a while but I think I did well! Enjoy! And for anyone else reading this, requests are still open please check my rules for more info! All my writing works can be found under the "Inky's works" tag if you would like to check them out! Please tell me if I missed a tag susbsjsnsb

Request: Leona, Ruggie and Kalim with a S/O who has pimples

Tw; none that I'm aware of! Mention of bullying (maybe?)

They/them pronouns used!

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Leona Kingscholar

When Leona made (Name) play his pillow for a nap he didn’t sign up for them not paying attention to him at all. Sure he didn’t outright tell them that was what he wanted but should that not be a given so he could relax with them in peace? He watched them through barely opened eyes as the used their phone camera to inspect their face, or more specifically their pimples, he guessed. He let his mind wander for possible reasons, it didn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that perhaps (Name) was insecure. So now he had to think of a way to start working on the issue, to get the insecurity to go away, even if it was only temporary. They were laying on soft earth at the moment and it was calm enough that (Name)‘s guard was down so.. flick!

With a barely there thump the phone landed on the floor, not the slightest bit of damage on it. In barely a moment Leona pulled them down with him, right to his chest, with no chance of escaping.

“Stop looking at yourself like that, you’ll turn into that skincare obsessed Blondie. Besides, there’s nothing to stress over in the first place herbivore. Those things will go away, I’ve seen them enough on those idiots (read; Savanaclaw students) during training. Don’t pick and you’ll be fine.”, he said and paused, taking a deep breath and getting comfortable before continuing “Anyway, you don’t need to think about that right now, considering you should have been busy being a pillow instead, so you have to make up for that now..!” And with that he fell asleep again, well, he pretended to, just to see if his diversion worked and yes, it seemed to work just fine. He stayed awake a little longer.. but once they were napping, he slept a bit too.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Ooooo! What are you looking at? Did you try something new with makeup?” Kalim asked as he came over to their desk in class, wondering why (Name) was inspecting their face, only for them to shake their head no. “You didn’t? Is something about your face bothering you then?” He asked, which was correct. They didn’t exactly want to admit to Kalim that they were feeling insecure about their pimples, especially since there were one or two Pomefiore students eyeing them that day. Still, Kalim was not someone you could just lie to that easily, especially since he already caught them inspecting their face for the nth time that day. So, (Name) decided, they had to be honest. They should be honest, Kalim did not deserve to be lied to anyway. So they told him that they were feeling bad about their pimples and that said pimples were bothering them. It took him a moment to realise what they meant because really he couldn’t think of a reason that they should be insecure. Sure the Pomefiore students really sucked but they didn’t know (Name)! Therefore they were not entitled to have an opinion about their looks!

He furrowed his brows and pouted at (Name).

“Why are they a problem? I don’t get it.. you look pretty anyway!” And after that, he stayed silent. That is until he got an idea.

“I know! How about we get a facial together?? I can ask Vil for recommendations on Salons and we can have a spa date! I heard facials can help with skin problems so if you really want to get rid of them, let’s at least make it a fun date!” Kalim suggested, kissing their forehead immediately after and giving them a hug. Yes, a date like that would surely be wonderful.

Ruggie Bucchi

Silence followed their statement. (Name) was upset that day and when their boyfriend Ruggie noticed and asked, albeit in his usual teasing tone and followed by his signature giggle. Of course once he realised that maybe it was a bit more serious than that he once again repeated his question but more serious this time.

“I mean.. I guess my pimples are really bothering me lately because they’re just so.. you see them yourself, you get it, right?” (Name) said, which Ruggie nodded at, raising a hand to his chin to think.

“Well.. don’t see why they bother ya, cause you’re still good looking with or without them.. but my Grandma’s got a face-mask recipe somewhere, my mom had bad skin growing up I’m told.. won’t be fancy but if you like, we could make that together

once I get the time to call for it.. buuut my service isn’t free, shishishi~” He teased as he ruffled (Name)’s hair, which made them roll their eyes but nod anyway. They knew just the way to repay him after all, so a small favour like this wasn’t a big deal in that way, but it meant a lot to them. And maybe they didn’t hate their pimples as much as they thought, after all, if Ruggie didn’t care, why should they? Soon Ruggie was off with a quick bye bye kiss, leaving (Name) feeling impatient as they waited and prepared for their little date, smiling to themselves as they formed an all too familiar batter into shapes as oil heated up in a big pot behind them.

#inky's works #twisted wonderland #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #twst ruggie #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #twst kalim #twisted wonderland kalim #leona twst #leona twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona x reader

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lizzieislife94x · 4 months

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I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend (e.o)

GirlxGirl

LizziexFem Reader

Honestly I'm drunk and Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne came on and so I've wrote this lmao enjoy (I will be writing it sober but just putting the idea down now or I'll forget)

Y/ns POV:

Why does she need to look so fucking perfectly perfect I groan to myself as I fake a smile to my best friends, friend Elizabeth I've met her multiple times we've hung out in a group multiple times and we always catch eyes I've spoke to her many of times alone but it's so hard to control myself around her I don't know why I'm so madly inlove with this woman yet she only sees me as a friend of a friend but fuck I love listening to her talking and her laughing smile can turn my worst days to amazing days and her eyes I've found myself lost in them many times and don't get me started with the little touches and flirting here and there purely innocent on her end she's just started seeing someone she has a second date with her in a few days "y/n yoo y/n" my best friend Stella snaps in my face with a giggle bringing me out of my thoughts "welcome back y/n where did you go" lizzie says softly as she gently rubs my arm making me blush "oh uh just lost in thought haha anyone want a drink?" I say standing up as I walk away without actually seeing if anyone wants a drink "yeah can I have a double vodka with sprite please" I say ordering a drink and boy do I need it

"dude what is wrong with you, you where spaced out the entire conversation lizzie was telling us about the girl she has a second date with and you wernt listening " I rub my temples and turn to Stella placing my hands on her shoulders "you know I love you right but please drop it im fine I zoned out and I don't wanna hear about how excited she is for her date with Little Miss Perfect" I say with a sigh as jealousy comes out "here you go ma'am " I turn and take my drink smiling as I turn back to Stella "you like her don't you" I roll my eyes and drink some of my drink "just drop it please I need to go get ready to go on stage the band should be ready ill see you in a bit" I down the rest of my drink and walk past lizzie towards the stage without making eye contact I quickly jump on the stage and hug my band mates I walk towards Jules who smirks pulling me into a hug hands resting on my lower back giving the full bar view she whispers in my ear not breaking the hug "so blondy over there is that who the songs about are you still doing it " I pull away and look at her with a nod I walk towards the mic and pull it to my lips "mic check one two one two, how's everyone doing tonight I hope youre all excited to see us perform because we are super excited to be here as always thank you to the owner and our dear friend Jacob" I smile as everyone starts cheering and screaming I turn to look at my band and nod as they start to play the tune I smirk getting ready to jump around and sing my heart out giving it all my energy "hey hey you you I don't like your girlfriend no way no way I think you need a new one" I scream while jumping around having a ball making direct eye contact with lizzie I point to her slightly as I continue to jump around singing all of us giving it our all " hey hey you you I want to be your girlfriend "

we continue singing until the song ends as everyone starts screaming and cheering making me smile brightly we perform another 3 songs before I bid my goodnights to the people I jump off stage and smile an appreciated smile as Stella hands me a drink I sit and drink it as I wipe the sweat from my face by lifting my top I take a second to get my breath back before looking at lizzie and Stella lizzies eyes glued to my toned stomach "thanks for supporting me as always such an amazing bestie I love you" I say standing up walking behind Stella wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug kissing her cheek gently "I'm gonna head home though because I need to shower and well you know" I whisper the last part as she squeezes my arms letting me know she understands I quickly stand up straight and look at lizzie with a slight smile "thank you for coming have a great night" I turn walking out of the club as I get my car keys from my pocket unlocking it I climb in and sigh leaning my head against the steering wheel after a few minutes I hear soft knocks on my window I look up to see lizzie and smile as I open my door "hey are you ok" I ask as she moves closer to me "yeah so Stella's boyfriend turned up and they where eating eachothers faces and she's my ride home I was wondering if you could take me home" I can't say no to that face as much as I can't spend time with her I'd never leave her here I need to make sure she's safe "yeah sure of course jump in" she smiles and jumps up and down placing a kiss on my cheek as she runs around to the other side hoping in the car "thank you" I nod not really saying anything as I start the car and head towards lizzies house she lives 50 minutes from here so this is gonna be an agonising ride "that first song you sang it was great about anyone in particular?" She randomly says 10 minutes into the drive "yeah but she's seeing someone so it honestly doesn't matter"

I say a little coldly "is it about stella" she says a hint of sadness in her voice I shake my head and laugh "oh god no I love her she's my best friend but I'm not inlove with her and I certainly don't want to be her girlfriend " after a few seconds of silence she whispers "good" i pull over to a more private place and look over to her "oh my god youre going to murder me arnt you" I let out a laugh and look at her longingly "no lizzie I'm not going to murder you I'd never hurt you, but" i take a deep breath and ready myself gripping the wheel a little "youre an amazing girl but I think we should hang out with Stella separately being around you is becoming incredibly hard and tonight sitting listening to you talking about this amazing girl youre so excited to see again crushed me and I can't sit and pretend it doesn't when we all hang out but as time goes on it's gonna get worse and become harder and I know its so selfish of me but I think it's best" I say with sadness I look down and whisper after a few minutes of silence "say something "she clears her throat and looks at me "just take me home please" I sigh and start to drive towards her house once again she doesn't say a word the entire way to her house after 40 minutes I pull up to her house and park the car "there you go" she turns and looks at me like she's studying me and before I know it she grabs me by the collar of my shirt crashing her lips to mine in a heated passionate kiss after a few seconds I pull away completely confused "wh.." she smirks and interruptes me "there is no other girl, I like you and I wanted to pretend I had this amazing date coming up it was stupid but fuck I like you" before she can say anything I kiss her passionately, once air becomes and issue she pulls away leaning her head against mine "take me to bed" she whispers I instantly jump out the car and run around to open her door both of us giggling as she jumps into my arms

"You look so fucking sexy" she says biting her lip as she looks down at my naked exposed body I honestly wasn't expecting her to be a top but fuck me she's hot, I can't help but blush looking at her with lust in my eyes "please fuck me mommy" I instantly freeze slapping my hands over my mouth my eyes almost bulging out as I realise what i said "fuck say it again" she groans as she sits between my legs rubbing my thighs sending tingles all over my body "please...fuck me..mommy" I breath out a moan as her thumb gently rubs my clit adding a little pleasure making me buck my hips to gain more friction "please don't tease baby" I moan as she smirks "so fucking wet for me kitten and that's not my name" she slides her fingers down to my entrance teasing me "I'm sorry mommy but please don't tease me I need you fuck I need yo..." before I could finish she sunk 2 fingers deep inside me causing me to gasp and moan as the pleasure runs through my veins "mhhh fuck just like that mommy" she thrusts her fingers faster as she leans down taking my left nipple into her mouth as my hand instinctively grabs her hair causing her to moan "you like that kitten" she groans against my nipple as her fingers curl hitting my gspot "fuckkkkkkk do...don't stop pl..please mommy" I scream as she continues to hit my gspot over and over I feel my legs start to shake uncontrollably as the knot in my stomach snaps and my orgasm washes over me lizzie slows her thrusts to let me ride out my orgasm as my legs continue to shake and my cum coats her fingers and hands "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" I whimper pulling her down ontop of me as she slides her fingers out and smirks bringing them to my lips "suck princess"

I moan and do as I'm told and suck her fingers swirling my tounge around causing her to moan "such a pretty site if it wasn't so late I'd make you cum over and over so I can hear those pretty little cries of pleasure but you need sleep babygirl " I smile and look into her eyes "I had no idea you where a top but fuck me it was hot I never let a girl top me but you turned me into a whimpering puddle" I say with a blush she smiles and pecks my lips whispering against my lips "because youre my good little girl" I moan and hide my face in her neck as she giggles and cuddles into me I turn on my side to look into her eyes "I can't believe that just happened I've found it so hard to control my feelings around you" I confess as I kiss her forehead "me to but I want to take you on a real date babe so tomorrow I'm taking you out" I smile and nod as we cuddle and I slowly drift off to sleep with a smile on my face as she tickles my back making me feel content.

AN: ok I'm not gonna lie I was supposed to post this and another yesterday so I apologise but I was out with friends all day for my birthday so completely forgot to finish it but I hope you enjoy I have another then ill start working on the part 2s and requests, hope everyone is good and remember stay hydrated babes haha word count 2k

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kabie-whump · 1 month

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CYOA Whump Part 8

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You chose: Beg for Tinny’s help. What do I have to lose?

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You crane your head to watch as Tinny leans on the railing and waves her arms at someone. “Hey! Blondie! Come up here!” she shouts.

Then she returns to you, checking over your restraints.

“Please,” you whisper, making an effort to sound as pitiful as possible. “Please, Tinny. Help me. We can even make it look like an accident. Just leave the ropes a little loose. I’ll slip out on my own tonight. You will not be blamed.”

Tinny raises an eyebrow. “Then what would ya do, hm? We’re miles from land.”

Shit, she’s right. You might be able to gather the strength to fly away, but you’ll probably fall out of the sky before you find land. You’re not the strongest swimmer.

You try and fail to suppress a frustrated sob. “I don’t know. But please, I need help.”

“Sorry, kid. No can do.”

A thudding of footsteps draws her attention behind you. “Gotta job for ya, blondie. Watch the prisoner. Captain says no food and no water till he decides to cooperate.”

“Understood.” The ‘blondie’ in question enters your line of sight, looking at you with open curiosity.

Damn it. He’s attractive. Tall, muscular, rugged but not filthy. He has tanned skin and ivy green eyes and a splash of freckles across his flushed skin. Pointy ears poke out from a halo of curly blond hair.

“Hi,” he says to you. “I’m Onthyes.”

“Ventis,” you return shakily, trying to will the tears on your face to evaporate.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Tinny says, clapping Onthyes’s shoulder. “Don’t let the little freak of nature outta your sight. And don’t let him talk ya into nothin.”

“I won’t,” he assures her.

She leaves you two alone and Onthyes has a seat on a nearby crate. He’s still staring at you. It’s getting unnerving.

“Do I have something on my face?” you snap, your voice still thick with tears.

Onthyes jumps, shaking his head quickly. “No! Well yes, actually. You’re a bit bloody.” He stands and walks over to you. There’s a wet rag slung over his shoulder. He must have been cleaning something before this. He grabs the rag and holds it up to your face, stopping before it touches you.

“Can I clean it off?”

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thesilliestofgals · 9 months

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Please consider this as prompting for your Rosabella ideas!!

HOOO BOY DO I GOT IDEAS

In the show, Rosabella.. is, well... kinda basic. So... I can see why some people don't like her.

I was discussing some of them with @/gumjester (her rewrite is really good please add it to your reading list) so i'll reiterate them here:

"I think it'd be fascinating if a rewrite portrayed her as someone who is.. (ironically?) very untrusting and like... the opposite of Belle. I remember she has powers, at least in her diary, that allows her to see other people's auras, so perhaps that could cause her to like... constantly be calling people out, warranted or not. As a result of her behavior, she's almost like.. [gumjester's] version of Blondie, except worse in some ways?

Perhaps the relationship could work if, somehow, Rosabella helps Daring stop being so full of himself, and Daring also helps her stop being so judgmental, untrusting, and condescending?"

To revise this idea, I think it'd be really fascinating if this version of Rosabella is actually the Beast (let's call this version of her Rosabella Beast, or RB, from now on), and she was cursed at a young age, resulting in her being forced to keep her emotions in check to prevent herself from turning into her Beast Form. Shortly after this, she gains the trust of someone and reveals her secret, only to be betrayed, maybe as a result of her powers developing, or this event causes her powers to be created- this effectively results in RB losing trust in everyone.

As she gets older, she kinda leans more into her... "villain" role. She learns how to act like a Beauty from her story- sweet, compassionate, loving in the public, but judgmental, untrusting, and condescending when she's alone. Needless to say, RB has everyone wrapped around her finger by the time she's about to enter EAH.

She eventually meets Blondie, and instead of being put off by her nosiness.. she finds it endearing. They become allies of sorts, not friends, but allies nonetheless. They start up a blog where RB effectively airs out the dirty laundries of the Royals and Rebels, warranted or not. She acts as the judge, jury, and executioner, casting her judgmental upon those she deems as in need of said judgment and punishment.

Perhaps if a rewrite were to use this idea, there could be an arc where the main cast of said rewrite try to figure out who's running the blog and how to shut it down as it begins to get more dangerous.... and maybe that's when Daring comes into the picture.

The rest of my thoughts are a little too incoherent to continue, but I hope that's a good enough preview to share more in the near future!

#the-lavender-creator #nonny answers #nonny's nonsense #eah #ever after high #rosabella beauty #rosabella beast

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catindabag · 11 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (29)

*When the Tributes finally discussed the Mentorship Program after the Zoo Fiasco* Read [This] first.

Facet: Yesterday was kinda crazy.

Velvereen: Crazy?! Those Capitol losers were freaking hilarious!

Marcus: Says the one who didn’t need to clean up their Mentor’s mess.

Velvereen: To be fair, none of those four freaks were assigned to me.

Marcus: Well then, Velvet, I hope you get the worse one.

Velvereen: It’s Velve- Why am I even correcting you?! Your Mentor is a stupid drunk idiot!

Marcus: Ha! I pray your Mentor is an unhinged psycho who will feed you expired food.

Velvereen: You little sh-

Facet: Why are you two even fighting?! And why was that last part weirdly specific?!

Panlo: Yo, let’s trade Mentors!

Marcus: Does anybody want to take mine then?! I’m literally ready to sell his soul to anyone-

Lamina: But Marcus, your Mentor was clearly loaded with food and money.

Panlo: Yeah! You’re so lucky! Your Mentor was even generous to give me a second ham sandwich.

Brandy: Pablo, why didn’t you save me some?!

Panlo: For the last time, Brandy, my name is Pan-

Brandy: I don’t care!

Lucy Gray: And his boyfriend even gave me a rose! What a cute looking gentleman!🤭

Jessup: Are you sure about that, Lucy Gray?

Lucy Gray: What do you mean?

Jessup: Well, last time I checked, that Snow Angel was stupidly drunk and embarrassing himself in front of Treech.

Mizzen: He and his friends were also busy crying and hugging Reaper all the way here!😂

Reaper: Ughhh! Don’t remind me!

Coral: Lucky indeed. My half-naked Mender-

Teslee: Mentor.😀

Coral: *glares at Teslee* My stupid Mender only gave me this useless cheesecake coupon.

Brandy: What’s a coupon? Is it edible? Can I eat it?

Jessup: At least Vitamin Girl gave me these sparkly pills.

Panlo: Are you sure those things are safe to digest, 12?

Jessup: Don’t know. Don’t care.

Lucy Gray: They might as well taste like candy.

Facet: I just hope my Mentor is rich enough to feed me.

Teslee: Can we stop thinking about our Mentors for a moment? You’re all just making me nervous.

Lucy Gray: Don’t be so giddy, Teslee. We haven’t even met all of them.

Teslee: You’re just happy you already met your stupid Mentor! Plus he’s pretty!😫

Lucy Gray: And very much taken.

Velvereen: His super rich boyfriend is so clingy though.

Tanner: Well, I wish I had a super rich glucose guardian who would spoil me rotten too.

Facet: Same. But I want mine to take me shopping and buy me expensive jewelry.

Lucy Gray: Why the jewelry though?

Facet: Because I have standards.

Circ: Well, I just want someone as smart as me.

Jessup: Please stop. I don’t want to hear any of your fantasies while I’m still alive and breathing.

Reaper: Ugh!! Why did they even let a bunch of kids mentor another bunch of kids?!

Treech: Honestly, I couldn’t and wouldn’t care less.

Lucy Gray: Yup. Capitol people are weird.

Coral: Says the weirdest one.😒

Lucy Gray: Hey! Stop bullying Reaper!

Reaper: She’s not talking about me, Baird. She’s talking about you.

Lucy Gray: No, she ain’t!

Coral: Yes, I am!

Treech: Why are you guys even fighting? You should be more concerned about our dwindling food supplies.

Velvereen: Well, we could just save the cookies that Blondie and his rich boyfriend gave us for the next few days-

Mizzen: I already ate all of mine and Coral’s. So-

Coral: Mizzen, you little gremlin, how could you?!

Mizzen: They were delicious!

Coral: They were my evil Capitol cookies! Not yours!

Mizzen: Sharing is caring!

Coral: You never share, you evil gremlin!

Tanner: Well, I think the people in charge should at least feed us while we’re here.

Dill: *coughs* I think our Mentors will take care of that problem.

Hy: *coughs* I just hope my Mentor is rich enough to give me medicine.

Sheaf: I hope mine can steal me some Capitol sweets.

Brandy: I want to eat cake.

Panlo: Just don’t expect someone normal then. You might as well end up working with a Kleptomaniac who steals puppies for a living.

Reaper: Or a freaking Ravinstill.

Tanner: One of the President’s family members?! Never!

Dill: *coughs* Imagine working with a crazy Ravinstill.

Coral: Honestly, I would rather die of embarrassment if a stupid Ravinstill was assigned to me.

Dill: *coughs* Same.

Bobbin: I would literally take anyone else at that point. Heck! I would take one of those four drunks to be my Mentor.

Jessup: Shut up, Bobby! We get it already.🙄

Bobbin: It’s Bobbin!😠

Mizzen: No need to fight. Besides, we just have to wait and see by tomorrow.

Lucy Gray: Yeah! Let’s hope for the best!

Reaper: *is aggressively praying* Please, Panem, for once, I beg you to give me the normal one!😫🙏

Tanner: The normal one?

Reaper: And please don’t give me a Ravinstill! Give it to Dill for all I care!😭

Dill: *coughs* I heard that!😠

*Meanwhile, at the President’s Mansion*

Felix: *sneezes*🤧

Androcles: What’s wrong, Class Pres? You have been sneezing nonstop since late afternoon.

Felix: I came out to work on my essay today, but honestly, I’m feeling so attacked right now.

Androcles: That’s rough, buddy.

Felix: Wait- How did you get in here? And why are rolling in my freaking bed, Andie?!

Androcles: What do you mean? I always come here after school.

Felix: But I didn’t even invite you?

Androcles: You don’t need to invite me. I have your house keys.

Felix: You stole the Presidential House Keys?!

Androcles: You gave them to me.😀

Felix: I don’t remember giving you my- Andie, did you steal those Keys from the President of Panem?!

Androcles: Felix, my bestie, just accept the fact that we’re fundamentally married already!😘

Felix: We’re not even a couple-

Androcles: We have been bromantic boyfriends since the moment you won the class election.

Felix: Says who?!

Androcles: Says everyone but you, Class Pres~.😏

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tbmunson · 2 years

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Sugar & Sweets - Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader.

(not my gif but please look at him just in love with this Dr. Pepper)

Summary: You got kicked out of school in Arizona for fighting and got shipped to Hawkins to love with your aunt. You and Gareth quickly get along.

Warnings: Fluff, name calling, violence, reader being a bitch but like in a good way..? idk I think that's it.

WC: 1800ish

Check out my Masterlist for more from me!

New school new you right? Kind of. You weren't going to be a new you, just you without the reminder of the girl you used to be in Arizona. Not a cheerleader. Not a popular girl. Not someone looking to be 'something that she is not', as Kylie, your ex best friend and head cheerleader put it.

'Honey, you're a cheerleader. You like Blondie, and Madonna, and fucking Tom Cruise for Christ sake. You don't wear black. You don't wear leather. And you do not listen to metal.' She glared at you, crossing one leg over the other before applying a clear lip gloss in her compact mirror.

You'd taken her abuse for years and couldn't take another second of it. 'You do not tell me what to fucking like.' You answered, standing, and punching her as hard as you could.

Needless to say you were expelled, accused of devil worship because, come on, everyone's in the satanic panic, and shipped up north to live with your aunt.

Living with your aunt was actually a dream because she loved you, loved everything about you, even loved the purple you'd put into your hair with a 2 cent kool-aid packet. Had you known this was what your life would be, you'd have punched Kylie years earlier.

"Honey, are you nervous?" Your aunt asked as she pulled into the drop off line at school.

You shook your head and smiled. "I thought I would be, but I don't have to pretend anymore. I can be me. I even brought my lucky D20." You replied, pulling the die from your front flannel pocket.

"Good, baby. Make some friends. There are some good kids around here." She said as you reached for the handle.

"See you this afternoon!" You called, waving her off and heading towards the door. You noticed the people looking at you and whispering. You couldn't bring yourself to care. You were finally you.

Once you had your schedule you made way to your first period class.

"Class, we have a new student with us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?" The teacher, Mr. Stevens, asked.

"I'm Y/M L/N, and I transferred from Arizona." You smiled, attempting to leave out the reason for the sudden move.

"Oh? Why did you leave Arizona?"

You looked down at the ground, smiling and trying to hide the laugh. "Uh, you know. I don't think I should share that with the class. It should be on record." You said, tucking your thumbs into belt loops of your ripped black before looking back him and raising your eyebrows.

"Oh." He looked down at the file and raised his own eyebrows before nodding. "Oh, okay. Yeah. Why don't you have a seat next to... Mr. Emerson. He could use a lab partner. Gareth, raise your hand."

And he did. An adorable boy with fluffy dirty blonde hair raised his hand so you could find your way to him.

"I bet he's real excited we got a freakette. Him and the other nerds are gonna have a field day." A blond in a letterman jacket mumbled not so quietly as you walked past.

You scoffed in his direction an rolled your eyes before taking a seat next to the boy with the cut off flannel and pretty eyes.

He gave you a quick smile and then looked down at his hands, tapping them on the desk.

You pulled out your notebook, flipping to an empty page and wrote:

Hi - freakette (apparently) :)

Hey - freak/nerd (:

Do they really call you that?

Mhm. Just every day... Why did you get kicked out of AZ?

They're douche fucks. I got kicked out because I punched the head cheerleader in the face.

No shit?

No shit. I was on the team and she told me what I could and couldn't like. Turns out I didn't like her that much.

By now I'd taken my D20 out to roll around in my fingers as Mr. Steves started class.

D&D?

On occasion.

I got some friends.

Nerd squad?

Yep.

Cool. Can't wait to meet them. :)

Meet me by the bathrooms before lunch. I'll introduce them.

Only you didn't have to meet Gareth at the bathrooms because you shared the same fourth period class. As soon as the bell rang he was up and at your chair waiting on you.

"Ready?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, lets go." You smiled following him out of the room. The hallways were busier than you were used to and you instinctively grabbed his arm. "Sorry, crowds freak me out. Got lost in a mall once." You chuckled bringing yourself closer to him as not to lose him.

"No, you're okay. Here." He removed his hand from his pocket and laced his fingers with yours.

You smiled at him as both of your cheeks tinted pink at the contact.

"I should warn you. Eddie... He's a bit theatrical. You get used to it." Gareth chuckled, stepping into the cafeteria.

"Holding hands. Someone plan the wedding."

You looked up to see the owner of the voice was the same guy from your first period. "What's douche fuck's name?" You asked as Gareth lead you to the lunch line.

"That is Jason Carver. Captain of the basketball team. Grade A, well, douche fuck." Gareth smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently as he said the name you'd given Jason.

You nodded, watching him sling his arm over a pretty cheerleader. Naturally. "How predictable could you get. Sheesh." Gareth chuckled, releasing your hand to grab a tray. You followed behind him like a lost puppy.

The table he walked up had three guys already sitting there, one at the head, two on the left.

"Boys, this is Y/N. It's her first day and she already hates Jason." Gareth stated, bringing the attention to you both.

"Well, well. Usually I find all of the lost sheep but I'll give this one one to you Gareth the Great." The head of the table, a man with long almost black curly hair said, clapping the boy on the back as we sat. "I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson." He reached his hand over to me, which I took.

"Y/N L/N." You replied, smiling at him.

"Wait til you hear why she moved." Gareth smirked, resting his hand on my jean covered knee and giving it a squeeze.

Eddie's eyebrows raised, disappearing behind his bangs. "Pray tell."

You told the story, in detail this time since it wasn't a quick scribbled note being passed back and forth.

"You are amazing. I vote Jason be next on the punching list." Jeff said, stifling his laugh.

"If he doesn't shut up, he will be." You said, popping a fry into your mouth.

Eddie smirked at you, nodded in acceptance. "Do you play?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

"I'm assuming you mean the satanic game of Dungeons and Dragons, to which I would have to inform you that... I absolutely do."

Gareth couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were the coolest girl he'd ever met and he was down bad for you already.

"Welcome to Hellfire." Eddie said, nodding in contentment.

Gareth again squeezed your thigh, letting you know he was still there.

You placed your hand on his, letting him know you hadn't forgotten about him. "When do we play?"

"Friday's. I can take you home after. It can get pretty late." Gareth said, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your thigh.

You blushed lightly and nodded. "That'd be great, Gare."

Lunch went by as you got to know your new friends and before you knew it Gareth was walking you to your fifth period class.

"See you in seventh?"

You nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go and walking into class.

Of course, Jason Carver sat at the front and watched the whole exchange. He stopped you as you walked in, sticking his arm out. "You know, you could actually be hot if you'd hang out with the right people. Just saying."

"You know, you're the last person I want to hang out with. Just saying." You pushed his arm down and walked by him to the back of the class, taking an empty seat.

"I wasn't done talking to you, freakette." He stood and turned to look at you, along with the whole class.

You chuckled and nodded, leaning back in your seat. "Oh yeah, you're done." You flicked your pencil back and forth, looking him up and down, waiting for him to make a move.

"You gonna stop me?" He challenged, puffing his chest out.

You ran your tongue over your teeth and shrugged. "Probably not. Don't wanna get kicked out of another school."

"Yeah, speaking of. How did you get kicked out of the last one? Worshipping the devil?"

You scoffed, sitting up in your chair to rest your elbows on the table top. "A bitch got in my face and I fractured her cheekbone."

Jason laughed under his breath. "Too bad for you. I'm not a little bitch."

You smirked, raising your eyebrows at him. "No, you're just little, huh? That's why you compensate with the big talk, am I right?" The bitchy attitude is one of the few things you're glad you'd learned from being a cheerleader.

His face turned incredibly red as the final bell rang and the teacher walked back in. "Mr. Carver, please take a seat. Class is starting."

You saluted him, turning it into the bird as your fingers left your forehead.

He sneered at you, but you didn't react. He settled into his seat and class started.

This class and your next drug by incredibly slow. Study hall with Gareth was seventh period and you couldn't wait.

The bell rang for you to switch classes and on your walk Gareth came up beside you, taking your hand in his.

"So is what the cheerleaders saying true? Did you tell douche fuck he had a small dick?" He was trying so hard to hide the smile on his face as your fingers laced together.

"In less obvious words, yes." You replied, bumping your shoulder into his arm gently.

He laughed, dropping your hand and instead resting his arm over your shoulders. "You're officially the coolest girl I've ever met."

You reached up and gripped his hand before wrapping the one closest to him around his back. "You're officially the first guy to like me for me. Thank you." You smiled feeling his hand squeeze yours as he pushed open the library door with the only free hand between you.

"Anytime, Honey."

You laughed and shook your head. "That's what my aunt calls me."

"How about, Sugar, then?" His face tinted pink again as he watched you think about it.

"I think I like it, Sweets." You beamed as he laughed, nodding in agreement to the nickname.

You and Gareth spent the entire period talking, laughing, and being shushed until the bell rang.

"Let me walk you out, Sugar." He held his hand out for you to take.

You did and giggled as he dramatically brought it to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. "I would love that."

He stood next to you until you saw your aunts car.

"Oh! Before I go." You grabbed your notebook and flipped to the page you and Gareth had passed back and forth that morning. You scribbled your number and a note that said Call me sometime, Sweets <3 Sugar.

You stuck the note on his pocket and gave him a hug. "Thanks for being so awesome." You didn't give him a chance to reply before you ran towards your aunts car and jumped in to happily tell her about your day.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson fluff #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x fem!reader

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inkyquince · 2 years

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landry sequel. now. 🔫

content warning. landry jerking it to stolen footage of you and whitney. that's it. he's a lovely lovely criminal <3

Landry relaxes into his chair, lightly turning the beat up phone between his fingers, the pub music muted behind his door. lightly tapping the screen against his knuckles before deciding and swiping the screen.

"Dumbass." Landry muttered, slightly surprised by the lack of password. "The fuck they teaching in that school these days.?"

His painted nails tapped against the screen, musing slightly before switching to Whitney's messages, scrolling through them before checking his emails, just delaying his own gratification.

Finally exhales and switches to the picture album.

Staring from the oldest to the latest, there was only a few pictures of flaccid cocks, most probably blackmail before he got to you. Staring with obviously forced shots, that prick's hand yanking open your shirt, exposing your pretty nipples.

"Cute." Landry mused, zooming in on them. He preferred when nipples were soft, not even hard yet. Far cuter than those stiff little things he eyed through your tank top when you took refuse with a beer in the summer. "Real cute."

Was the most cute when the photos became far more... Compliant. Your cheeky grin as you showed off your pretty ass, smiling back at the camera, cum splattered across your back.

He scrolled through dozens of these snapshots, showing off your thighs, your ass, cum painted skin. Landry paused at one really pretty picture, your lips pried apart by thick fingers, your tongue on display, with opaque white liquid dripping off the tip.

"C'mon." Landry flicked from the picture section to the video, scrolling through before passing the one Whitney had jerked off to in his bathrooms. "Don't quit your day job, blondie, even Niki can keep the fucking camera from shaking."

Finally freezing on one particular one, he settled into his chair, zipping his trousers down before pressing play. His cock was stupidly hard in seconds, are per usual when it came to you. Camera wonky, tilted angles, showing you pressed up against his own bathroom stalls, a certain someone's cock roughly fucking into you, your gasps and please to slow down, to take it easy, that you're making too much noise.

"Not loud enough, slut." Whitney's voice sneered off screen and Landry rolled his eyes with a sigh, contemplating on muting the irritating snot and weighting it against missing out on your noises.

Honestly, the blond brat shouldn't run his mouth like that. At least if he knew what kind of people would be willing to break his nose and fuck you in front of him themselves.

Leaning back, he ran a thumb over his throbbing balls before gripping the base and spitting on his own head, letting the saliva slowly drip down over the crown, just the way he liked it. Steely eyes focused on you abused ass, sharp hipbones digging into your skin. Poor cute thing. Idiot probably just thinks spanking its enough. Landry preferred biting. He'd be sure to make you wince once you sat down, squirming as you pout at him. Give you rub burn from his stubble from how much time he'd spend between your thighs, make you squeal and try to push his head away. Grab your wrists and kiss your palms before pining them down anyway and ruining you further.

He jerked his cock faster, watching your fingernails scratch at the walls for any sort of grip before giving up and digging them into Whitney's thighs instead.

His stomach knotting, Landry tossed the phone onto his desk, instead using his hand to dig in his fingernails to his thighs, closing his eyes to loose himself in your whines, the feeling of his, no, no your fingernails pushing in deep enough to hopefully draw blood as he fucked his fist.

Too soon, far too soon for his liking, he was spilling ropes of cum over his hand and desk, swearing quietly as some landed on Whitney's stolen phone. With a low sigh, he used tissues to wipe off his semen, before dabbing at the phone, smirking as he got his own fluids into the cracks, smearing it more than wiping it off.

Tossing the tissue, he sat back in his chair.

"Until next time." He murmured, locking the phone before pulling out the sim card, and his sim card reader connected to his computer. "The phone goes back but you, little thief, get to stay right on my hard drive."

#landry the criminal #nsft #dol #quincewrites #degrees of lewdity #ask

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fanficwriter284 · 1 year

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Hi fan!!!!! I'm sorry to bother you, but can you please write a fanfiction about playful Tiffany? I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just need it. 😅 Hope you are doing well!!!

Heyyy!!! And don’t worry!! You’re never a bother! I love it when people send asks in!!!! You have no idea how happy it makes me! And of course!!!! Sorry for the late response!!! And I’m doing alright! Hope you’re doing well too!!!

Chucky had been staring at his wife. She had been acting…off. She was must have woken up on the extremely cheerful side of the bed that morning. She seemed very bubbles with an infectious smile spread from cheek to cheek. Her joyful nature off putting in his sapphires.

“Babe…you ok?”

She gave a vigorous nod, her locks bouncing as she did so. She pinched his freckled cheek, and tickled his ribs, causing the redhead to squirm, chuckling like a hyena. Her smile now spread to his lips as she pressed her to his, feeling the red smile at the tender kiss. Once pulling away she dug her nails into his mane combing his locks into a mohawk style. Chucky didn’t object, still giggling as she continued to tickle his sides.

“I forgot how cute you are Sweetface”

“The hell? hehehe I heheh I ain’t cute hehe”

“Sure you are”

She lightly pinched his cheek again, as she tucked a stand of his hair behind his ear. Her husband had been making a faint humming sound as she did so almost if he were a cat purring in her lap.

“Someone’s ticklish I see”

“Hahahaha Tiff! Tiff! Haha hehehe Tiff! I hahaha surrender hehehehe babe Jesus! hahahaha hehehe”

“Haha! Come on Sweetface!”

She held her husband tighter in her grasp as she tickled. Eventually she stopped and allowed him to rest, from his continuous laughter. She relaxed him and stood doing a quick stretch as she watch her husband compose himself and stand up. Only for him to get a face full of blonde hair flipped into his face.

“Haha what the hell Tiff? That was rude I’d like ya to know. Get those manners checked”

The blonde gave a mischievous grin and playfully shove him to the couch and bolted to their room. Chucky had been confused for a brief moment till he saw his wife run upstairs, and recognized this as a game of chase. Once this realization hit him to took of bolting up the stairs nearly falling twice. He could hear her sly giggles as she ran down the hallway as she could hear her husband chase after her.

“Get your ass over here blondie” he cackled nearly slipping again, trying to catch his breath still winded from the tickle attack.

“Haha!”

She managed to turn the corner and hide watching her husband looking for her. She covered her mouth to muffled her breathing and grabbed a bedsheet ready to jump him.

“GOTCHA”

“AHHH CHUCKY HAHA”

The redhead had tackled his wife onto the bed and playfully wrestled her one the bed, the covers and pillows flying everywhere.

“You wanna tickle me??!! Bitch this is payback”

“HAHAHAHAHA”

“HAHA”

“OK HAHA OK HAHA YOU WINNNNN”

“Yeah that’s what I thought”

Before the redhead could celebrate his small victory, he felt something wack the back of his head. It wasn’t hard but rather soft and unexpected. He saw his wife holding a pillow, with her emerald eyes glowing at her childish act. Chucky gave a playful shocked expression, placing a dramatic hand on his chest with a fake gasp.

“How dare you”

“Whatcha gonna do about it Reinhardt?”

“This!”

Chucky swung his own pillow at her causing the blonde to fall backward into the bed.

“Chucky Haha”

“Karmas a bitch! Ain’t it Tiff hahah!”

“HAHA”

#Chiffany #Chucky #Tiffany #Charles Lee Ray #tiffany valentine #chucky x tiffany

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Stuck in the middle with you

Vic Vega x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Violence, mentions of sex, knife play, swearing, threats of death, degrading

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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"There wasn't a fuckin set up!" The chubby man with curly hair yelled.

Y/n sat tied to a chair in a warehouse, she was trying her best to hold in a laugh while looking back and forth between the screaming men.

"You keep yelling and someone is gonna report it to the police." She interrupted.

The four men all turned to look at her, the one with the black hair and sunglasses chuckled.

"What was that doll?" He asked.

"I said, you keep yelling and someone will report it."

The man that she came to know as Mr. Pink, stalked towards her. "Oh yeah!? What are they gonna report huh?"

Y/n shrugged. "I don't know, you guys just robbed a bank, right? There's cars parked outside, it wouldn't be suspicious if it was just one. And there's four men yelling inside about a set up. Voices carry gentlemen, and you're loud as fuck."

White walked over to orange and checked his pulse. Y/n felt for the poor guy, he got shot in the gut. That must've hurt.

"How's he doin?" She asked.

Pink glared at her. "Why do you care?"

"Why are you yelling at me? I'm not the one who just robbed a fuckin diamond exchange or whatever the fuck, and possibly killed people. Don't act like I ain't got a soul because you don't."

Pink pointed at her and turned to Eddie

"Can I kill this bitch!?"

"No, we need her alive."

Y/n and Pink gave him a confused look.

"Why?" They both asked.

"Because we just do."

Y/n scanned the room for ways to escape, when her eyes locked with Mr. Blonde's. There was something off about that guy, he looked like the kinda fucker that could be choking on his own blood and laughing about it at the same time. She had to admit, he was fuckin good looking. But Y/n felt as if she knew him from somewhere, she's seen his face before.

He flashed her a charming smile and winked. Oh this dude had something up his sleeve, she knew the minute they were left alone together shits gonna go down.

"This girl is right though-"

"Y/n." She interrupted again.

Eddie looked at her over pinks shoulder.

"What?" He asked.

"My name is Y/n. If you're gonna address me do it properly."

"Fine, Y/n is right. There are to many cars outside, we need to move them. White, Pink you come with me. Blonde, you stay here with gorgeous."

White turned to Eddie. "You think the minute we leave he isn't gonna be on her? He'll probably kill her when we're gone."

"Well she'll deserve it!" Pink yelled. "Look at her! She's already planning an escape!"

"Well no shit, Pinky!" Y/n yelled back. "What do you expect!? That's what you do when you're captured! You sit and plan what the fuck you're gonna do next, such as escape whatever you're tied to!"

"It's done!" Eddie pointed at Y/n and Pink. "Blonde stays here!"

With that the three men walk out the door, leaving Blondie smirking at Y/n from across the warehouse. She could feel the fear setting in, what was this man gonna do? If he decides to kill her it's not like orange over on the loading dock can get up and be like "I'll save you!" No! He's a dead man for sure. Y/n doesn't have a doctor in her back pocket she can just whip out.

"Finally alone." Blonde said, he took off his jacket and threw it onto a nearby table. He walked over to the one next to Y/n and kicked his leg up. Blonde pulled a razor blade out of his boot and took his leg down.

"Have you ever listened to K Billy's super sounds of the 70s?" He asked, Blonde turned on the radio and tuned it until Stuck in the middle with you, played.

Y/n looked over at him and smiled, she wasn't about to show this man she was afraid. He walked over and stopped in front of her.

"I think I'm parked in the red zone."

Y/n chuckled. "Well maybe you should go and move your car before you get a ticket."

Blonde nodded. "That's good. I like a girl who can make a joke out of a bad situation. You're funny." He gently gripped her jaw. "Pretty too."

He pulled out his gun, backed up and pointed at her. Y/n raised a brow and smiled, she really confused Blonde. Usually his victims would be squirming and begging for mercy but, she's a totally different animal.

Y/n pulled her arms out from behind her back, she snapped her fingers and pointed at the man.

"I've got it!"

"How did you-"

"Vic fuckin-Vega!"

Blonde's face dropped to a sneer, he stormed closer and took her by the neck. Vic pulled her from the chair and slammed her into the wall.

"You shut the fuck up." He growled.

"Or what? You were already gonna torture me. What are you gonna do instead? Kill me? Before we have all our fun? Nah, I don't think so. I won't allow it."

Vic pressed his blade to her neck and leaned in close, Y/n could smell his cologne. Just being this close to this man wanted her to strip and fuck him right there. She glanced from his eyes to his lips and smirked.

"Uh uh, you're playing with fire, baby." He whispered.

"Then burn me."

He pushed her to the ground and knelt down next to her. Vic gripped the back of her neck and pulled her up a little bit so they were close. He then dragged his knife down her neck, not pressing hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to make a red scratch. Vic slowly glided his blade down her side and across her stomach.

"You're so different." He said in a gruff tone. "You aren't scared."

"Mm-mm." She moaned.

Vic leaned forward capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, he pulled away and pulled her closer.

"I could kill you right now. End this little game right here."

"Please sir! I have a family." She joked. "Please don't kill me, I'll do anything."

"Anything huh?"

Y/n pulled on his tie and sat up, she looked down and his lips.

"Anything, Mr. Vega."

Vic pushed her back down and kissed her neck, he pressed his knee between her thighs, making her moan.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in to another kiss. Vic was obsessed with this girl, he knew Joe would wanna get rid of her. He pulled out his keys and twirled them on his finger.

"Wanna get out of here, beautiful?"

"Yes Sir."

THE END ❤️

I hope.you enjoyed! This was just a story I decided to write at 1 am 🤣

#Mr. blonde x Fem reader #fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #vic vega #vic vega x Fem reader #vic vega x reader #mr. blonde #mr. blonde x reader #mr. blonde x fem reader

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nomenomens · 9 months

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Nomen

Chapter XXXIV - How Can You Mend A Broken Heart

TW : none for now, but please check 'About Nomen' for more informations

WC : around 2300 words

Previous Chapter : Amandoti

Next Chapter : Still Don't Know My Name

Masterlist

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Four years ago, Paradis Island

“Levi, we have to go now.”

“Give me another five minutes.”

"I can think of younger days when living for my life was everything a man could want to do. I could never see tomorrow, I was never told about the sorrow."

Hange closed the door behind her, knowing I always maintained my promises. Whoever bedroom it was, I have to say it was tidier than I would’ve expected. Only a single bed, few other furnitures. I wanted to pick up a vase from the living room, but seemed like there wasn’t one around, so I grabbed a wine bottle. I weighed it in my hand, thinking about drinking it all by myself. I opened it and the smell suggested it wasn’t really a good idea to do so. Probably the bottle wasn’t properly closed or whatever happened I couldn’t care less. I emptied it outside the window, knowing very well how no one was walking on the street anymore. Shiganshina had been empty since years ago, now there were only the few of us trying to recover the forces to go into that fucking basement. Flowers. I needed some flowers. I was even searching for a vase but I still didn’t have flowers to put inside the bottle. I looked outside the main door of that house I had just broken into and picked a few wildflowers.

“Look at the shit I do for you. I even picked flowers for you, you damned blondie.”

"And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? Tell me, how can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go 'round?"

Inside the house there was still a bucket full of water, probably a remanent of the last rain that leaked through the open window under where it was positioned. Again, I couldn’t care less how there was still water in that bucket, I just dipped the bottle inside it, wetting my sleeve, to collect some water before putting the wildflowers inside. It was all pointless, as those flowers would deteriorate even in a bottle with water, but I was still determined to do so. I went upstairs, in the garret, and positioned the bottle on the bedside table under the window. Flowers needed water and sun. Sun. He was my sun. I had just lost my sun. I looked over at him. His body was now resting on that stranger’s bed I had just tidied before, with the rest of the room, because I couldn’t permit to leave Erwin there, surrounded by dust and cobwebs, even if his body would deteriorate soon, even if I was planning of going back and give him another burial. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Actually, I was used to do so, but I knew this was different. I grabbed his cape and smelled it. There was still a bit of his smell on the collar area, the rest smelled of blood, rusty and pungent. Without properly thinking, I put his cape around me and used mine to cover his body. Before I could cover his face though, I caressed his cheek for the last time.

“You know I keep my promises. I even told you I would’ve killed you the first day we met and, in the end, I really did it. So, if you’re watching, listening to me or whatever, I promise to you again that I’ll kill that fucking monkey. I won’t rest until that piece of shit is lying six feet underground. I’m sorry I…I couldn’t find a better way to bury you. Maybe one day I’ll be back and I’ll put you next to your father or I don’t know. Before that though, I’ll learn the truth for you. I lo… well, you know it. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

As I covered up his face with my cape I felt my heart ache, as if someone was squeezing it, leaving me breathless. I dropped on my knees at the side on the bed and my hand grabbed his. I wasn’t ready to let him go.

“You even thanked me, you fucking jerk! If I ever find you in another life I’ll make you regret this. I’ll make sure to really break your legs.”

"I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees and misty memories of days gone by, but we could never see tomorrow Would you believe that no one, no one ever told us about the sorrow?"

I didn’t cry in that moment, mostly because rage was burning every single other emotion, but still my lips trembled when I kissed his knuckles before getting up and look at him one last time. It was time to walk down the stairs and reach Hange, Mikasa and Eren to visit that damned basement. As I finally moved the hood to cover his face, I whispered one last sentence.

“I just wished we would have more time, Erwin Smith.”

“Help me mend my, my broken heart.”

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June 23, Thursday, 17:48 (present time)

“You felt guilt too, right?”

"I-"

She interrupted my answer and maybe it was better this way. I was never good at reading feelings. I often refused to even give a name to what I felt, because giving a name to some kind of emotions seemed to only worsen the situation, making it more real. The exact moment she asked me if I had felt guilt too, my feelings, confused as they were, started to make sense and took form. Yes, I was feeling guilty, but I wasn’t sure about what. Probably towards Erwin’s memory, as I got intimate with someone when I was so sure it would never happen again. Perhaps even towards her, as I gave in on my instincts without thinking about the consequences. Or worse, choosing to ignore them. Maybe even because I wasn’t truly caring for her, but only for the warmth she had provided me with a few touches, and in the back of my mind I knew I could’ve given in again to feel it one more time, breaking principles I didn’t even knew belonged to me.

“I…Well, I…Mizuki asked me to stall you for a while.”

For a moment I thought it would be better to speak clearly, but her answer to my search for honesty echoed through my head and so I decided to confess something entirely different from what I originally wanted to say. Exposing the favor Mizuki asked of me wasn’t even on my mind, since I had developed the urge to talk to her during the trip to her university, an urge that made me almost forgot about that stupid mission. But once again, something stopped me from clarifying the misunderstanding, as it happened that day, when I didn’t ask her to stay. And so, as I did before, I let her assume whatever she wanted, even if it was partially wrong. In the end, she was right about something: it wasn’t a mistake, but it was better to go on. There was a weird peace that followed that statement, as if we both knew it was just an unstable superficial calm that made the silence between us almost touchable and even the most innocent word could make it worsen. I washed my conscience thinking it would have been wrong to ask her to stay when I was lost in confusion, but my own lies became clear when I recalled how my body reacted at the sound of the honk of the car that almost hit her. As music and her singing went on, I remembered how I felt the pit of my stomach drop at the sound of that honk. I didn’t even see her at the traffic light, since I was looking at my own feet, but for an obscure reason, as I heard that sound I sensed it was about her and my body reacted swiftly, turning and searching for a way to her. With the same speed I stopped as soon as I saw her speaking to the man inside the car, and as relief flushed all over my blood, I realized it wasn’t like me. I was used to adrenaline and I was capable of dominate every single emotion, even when surprised, but this time worry took the best of me for the first time in years. That was part of the warmth she provided to me, and I was scared of losing this sensation again.

"How can you mend this broken man? Yeah, somebody tell me. How can a loser ever win? 'Cause, baby, help me mend my, this old broken heart. I think I, I believe I I feel like I got to, I feel like I wanna live again."

Worry. It was strange to even think about being worried about her, like it wasn’t real, just a figment of my imagination. As if I was in someone else’s body. There was a chance she had helped me find soothe in the act of living and surviving without me being properly aware of it. The way she looked at me, how she responded to my presence, the blushing, the stuttering…I wasn’t blind. At first I was irritated, but even so I wasn’t capable to suppress the warmth those attention provided to me. Only now I understood how much those little things, her attention had affected me and cracked an opening in a part of me I thought was forever lost. I closed my eyes. Guilt overtook my senses, replaying time and time again Erwin’s words.

“Levi…Thank you.”

Thank you. Thank you. A phrase that should sound sweet and bring relief, but to me, it only brought trouble and pain. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Those were also her words while she was letting herself die at Akura-Ou’s hands. I never truly understood why she said that. Maybe one day I’ll ask her. But how did her face and her voice overtook Erwins’, just right now? I sighed while passing my index finger over my forehead, desperately trying to regain myself and focusing on my surroundings searching for a sound to anchor me. Unfortunately, the only thing I could hear was her music and her singing voice. There was no escaper from her. I noticed there were lyrics she sang with a stronger intensity, but I knew it usually corresponded to some kind of difficult situation she faced while driving. At an important crossroad, while turning, while hitting the brake suddenly. She channeled attention increasing the volume of her singing. I remembered noticing this weird habit of her even on the first time she gave me a lift, when I had found her crying in the middle of the road, leaned over the hood of her car. That night, I thought only an idiot would cry and scream in the middle of the road, and I was surprised to see the idiot in question was her. Remembering Miss in that occasion stung somewhere beneath my ribs. I looked at her, but then I saw a tear fall down from under her sunglasses. Another sting. The song in the background was in Italian, but I could feel it was important to her, even if the meaning was hidden to me. I looked at the screen on her player to look at the title, hoping it would give some hint about the content. ‘Amandoti’. I decided to search for the meaning later. I didn’t want to put her again in a stressful situation by asking difficult questions about her or the song, so I tried to make a conversation to distract her. While asking I wondered why I was worrying about her again. Before with the car, now with her silent tears, weeks ago with her expressions, I was always worrying for her, and I was scared to acknowledge the reason why.

“So, where is Sebastian?”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry Mizuki asked you to do this.”

“I wasn’t asking because of that.”

“Why then?”

“Because the timing seemed a bit off. He seemed to be worried about you hiding things from him.”

“Seb doesn’t worry, he only thinks about preparing his meal properly.”

Seb. I knew they were really close, but I wasn’t expecting that hearing her calling him by a nickname would made me raise my eyebrow. But it wasn’t only the nickname that made me upset. What was she talking about? Meal?

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing you should know about. In any case, he said he had to take part on a meeting on my behalf in Japan. It’s not unusual, we have some factories there, that’s why I told Hange I could help you all, even with the Azumabito’s. Seb often goes there, especially since my brother…wait. Oh, God. I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

She slammed her hand over the steering wheel while slightly accelerating on the highway. I noticed she had just stopped singing and how she was chewing her bottom lip. For a moment I left all of my questions about whatever was going on inside her head in a remote corner of my mind, focusing on her features and how rapidly they changed. It was obvious how her mind must’ve been making thousands of connections in a few seconds. She took her time answering me and when she did, it wasn’t even a proper answer.

“I just realized…that fucking bastard! I’m really an idiot! Captain, you have my phone there, right? You already know my code, so could you please call Albert for me?”

What?

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Winter, almost five years ago

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“A-another thing.”

“You shouldn’t speak, My Lord.”

“Don’t fret S-Sebastian. I-I know this are my last moments. But I have to make sure…that everything is in order bef…before I go.”

“You already gave me orders about your sister.”

“I know, I wasn’t speaking of my L-Lucrezia. I hate my-myself for leaving her like this but…”

“My Lord, your right ear is bleeding again.”

“S-shit. Well, Sebastian, let m…let me say this. I order you…mereda…find A-Yuan and make s-sure he’s a…alive, that he stays alive. I regret not c-contacting him s-sooner but…I thought…Lucrezia…Luce…I need more time w-with h…”

“Yes, My Lord. Please, rest now. I’ll search for the phisician.”

The only sounds in the room were my stepping and the troubled breathing of My Lord. I was ready to collect his soul but I sensed it wasn’t really his time to go. I could still wait a bit more. Usually I would’ve already deceived him and eaten him, but his soul was different, so complex and fascinating, I just wanted to prolong the wait and take my time to properly taste his soul. Even in this poor condition of his, I could already foretaste him on the point of my tongue. Poor soul, he didn’t even realized we were already in contact with his precious A-Yuan through his contacts in Japan. Well, it wouldn’t do any good to him to tell him now, right? Why make him see that his adopted nephew was the frail and scary boy dipped in the mafia? When we escaped China, he wasn’t experienced enough to gave me the correct order about how to properly take care of that child, as he only asked for to ensure the boy could have the means to not feel lonely and survive. Of course what I did wasn’t a good job, since My Lord asked to me to give priority into searching for his sweet sister Lucrezia instead of assuring A-Yuan a good life. I did what I could, and even gifted the little one with a blessing or two before letting him go. Or maybe they were curses, it’s all a matter of perspective after all.

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June 24, Friday, 3:02 (present, Japan’s time)

“Sebastian-sama?”

“Yes.”

“Welcome to Tokyo. I’m the designated driver the Funtom Corporation choose for you today. Where do you want to go, sir?”

“To Yokohama Bay, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

What My Lord ordered me right before dying was constantly haunting me, and it was binding me to his will because his soul hasn’t been consumed yet. That lost fragment of his soul was still assuring a truce between me and Claude. This meant I still had to obey his last orders, including the one asking me to make sure that the little A-Yuan stays alive. My Lady shouldn’t know about him though, as he A-Yuan was a part of his brother’s life that was long forgotten, even by his Hanguang-Jun. The only one who knew about him was probably Jiang Cheng, only because they had met briefly when I was taking A-Yuan away from the Burial Mounds were the battle was enraging. My master himself had asked to me to keep the secret with anyone else when we first left China and I still had to continue to do so, never saying a word about the lost boy. My Lord never asked anything about the child and so his whereabouts were forgotten, until in his death bed, when he asked to search for him again. That was why, with an excuse, periodically I travelled to Tokyo, making sure the boy was still breathing, which was ironic considering his physical conditions. But it was My Lord’s fault was to not have been specific about the future health and wealth A-Yuan should’ve lived in. I knew leaving him so little in the slums with a bunch of children wasn’t a good choice, but I had to admit, he grew stronger than I predicted. His name was known and people feared him. I was sure My Lord would’ve preferred something else entirely, but he messed up with his files by choosing me as an ally, and so little A-Yuan lived a poor a miserable life, even if I got him a sister, so he wouldn’t be lonely, and his powers, perfect to hunt and survive anywhere. I gave him what my master asked for him after all, but if they were blessings or curses…it was just a matter of perspective.

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Author's note: Hi! Yes, I know, it was probably painful to read about how I imagined Levi's private goodbye to Erwin, I tried to pour my best in it. I used the famous panel where Levi clarifies to Armin how he choose to let Erwin die and we're showed an image of Erwin covered by a cape in a simple room with flowers in what seemed to be a wine bottle (chapter 85 of AoT). The song doesn't need any explication, it represents part of Levi's thoughts but, since he's not thinking of that song which he doesn't even know it exist, I decided to put the lyrics on the right, as I did some other time before. The song, which comes from the soundtrack of Notting Hill, is meant to describe the feelings, not a memory or a way to express himself. Later the song also asks for a way to escape that heartbreak and we all know where this is going, no point in hiding it anymore. Well, my intentions are clear, but it's all a matter of how we're going to see this story develop. Before letting you go, two more things. I used the term "mereda" which in Japanese should mean something around "I order you", it's a formula used in "Kuroshitsuji", and even the "My Lord" thing come from there of course. As second, did you figure out the other identity of A-Yuan? I promise to reveal it later, but from here you can also guess it easily I think. As always, thank you for reading and see you soon!

#nomen #fanfic #ff #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #black butler #aot #snk #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x oc #levi x oc #mdzs #lan yuan #a yuan #the untamed #kamisama hajimemashita

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inertflouride · 2 years

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Turmoils Of You- Part 11

When will this end.

Jake's pov

My ears start ringing as soon as MC signals me. "I have to escape. I have to escape" keeps repeating in my head like an infinite loop of asterisks in Java. Except one can terminate that loop. The one which goes on in my head isn't going off. And I know it for a fact that it actually will not until and unless I get out of this shithole.

Hannah is safe. Relief. But what about Richy? Where is he and why didn't MC mention him? Something is not right.

Had the circumstances been different, I'd been in Colville already by now, let alone this maze for a cave. But I have a score to settle, especially with this asshole who made my life a living hell. And not just my life, the FBI is doing a great job at that. He made my sister's, her family's, her friends' and the girl I loved's life a living hell.

So no, I won't just escape like dog with its tail is between its legs. I'm going to wreck this bastard's whole remaining life.

I keep rummaging my way through each path of this tunnel maze, trying to find him. That's when the idea of checking the stream hits me. I went through the fucking effort of making the camera in this cave public for what?! So fucking stupid, Jake.

I open the stream and find a guy, maskless, looking down in his phone. Oh so he's comfortable enough now to remove his mask? Great. Fucking great.

I rush towards that camera location. I have seen this place before. I know where he is, finally. I feel heavy adrenaline rush through my skin as I get closer to his location. I'm going to kill this bastard today. I'll make him beg me for his life.

"What the fuck-", I see a blonde haired guy spilling... petrol? all over the place. Then he goes ahead and tosses the can with his foot, taking out a lighter from his pocket. Oh not so soon bastard.

I rush towards him but before I can reach, he throws the lighter down and blaze fills the place, making me jump back in terror. Holy smokes. The guy crouches down and holds his head in his arms. As much as the scene is pitiful, I find an opening in the scorching ambers and get in it. I hold his bicep with disgust, my nails digging in his skin and jerk him to look at me.

I feel like someone placed a blow on my face when I see him. When I finally see his face. Finally ending this long going mystery.

Richy. Richy Fucking Rogers.

"Hah, so it's you. Come on now buddy, let's get you out from here", I pull him up and make my way out. I wait for an opening patiently before rushing in. Trust me, burn blisters are THE worst.

I take him out with me and fall back, looking at how the whole place gets devoured by the fire. Had we been a little later, and I mean in seconds, we'd have burnt ourselves to ashes. I do not loosen my grip on his bicep and pull him off to a distant part of the cave before pushing him in front of me.

"So it was you? The whole fucking time, it was you, you fucking bastard?", I shout at him, aggressively raking my fingers through my hair. He does not look up, rather his head goes down even more than it could be humanly possible.

"Hah, of course it was you. It makes so much sense now. A fake fucking death. Acting like the whole good guy. Cooperating your best with MC. Daniel's car, fuck. You tried to fucking kill him? No scratch that, what did you do to Hannah this whole while. The ropes, duct tapes, canned food and-", I try to continue but that's when my guts decide to empty up and I rush to a corner to puke.

"I didn't do anything wrong with Hannah, trust me. I had my reasons. Please, just let me die. I can't live with this guilt", I hear the blondie say but since I'm too busy opening my guts out right now, I let him be.

Once I'm sure I don't have more to puke in me is when I wipe my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and walk towards Richy. He looks upto my face, his cheeks sunken and eyes dark.

Nah. No pity today. I roll my sleeve upto my elbow and throw a blow on his cheek. Richy staggers behind from the sudden bash and falls down. I fist his collar and pull him back up, again throwing a punch on his face, this time squaring his jaw. And again. And again. And again. Until my breathe huffs and he is in no condition to stand up.

No Jake, this is not enough. I kick him in his ribs finally and move away in disgust.

"Why are you stopping? Go ahead. Kill me. I don't wanna live. Please. I'm begging you. Kill me or let me die", the blondie voices with desperation, but not enough desperation to make my heart melt.

"No my dear friend", I spit at him, "You are going to live through everything you've done and you will face the consequences of it. The only difference is now you'll also live with the physical pain I've put on you."

"You can't do this to me. Please. I'll do whatever I can to help you, just let me die", he agains pleads meekly at me, his hands joining as he begs down to me.

"Oh no no no Richy, get up. We're going to get you to meet your friends. Come on now, get up", I pull him up via his bicep as my nail painfully goes into his skin there, "we're going to save me, just play along or else, I'll take you to Jessy. She would love to see you now, wouldn't she?"

I hear sobs from him, just like Hannah did when he carried her to this mine. Karma's a bitch. Rightfully said.

I take him to the Terrandale opening where I see two FBI agents on guard. Hmm, interesting. "Okay bud, you're going to get in there, tell them how you're the kidnapper who tried burn himself to death and how somehow managed to escape after freaking out. Also, tell them there isn't anyone in here", I order him and let go of his arm.

He sobs and begins to move forward when I grab his arm again and twist him towards me, glaring right into his eyes. "If you try to outsmart me, I'll get back to you and trust me, it won't be pretty."

He quickly nods and sniffs his way to the guards. The moment he appears, they quickly aim their... Oh, so they got a machine gun for me this time? Wow. So they aim their lasers on his head and the weakling succumbs under the pressure and falls on his knees, his tears in full swing now.

I roll my eyes at the drama before me. Thankfully, this isn't Duskwood Police instead of FBI, so the drama is cut short. One of the officers approaches him and Richy starts with the story I dictated previously. Hmm, guy's a good liar, no doubt.

After everything, he is taken by one of the officers while the other stays. I wait for the pair to disappear before the second officer gets close to the mine in curiosity.

Well, someone did say that curiosity killed the cat.

The moment he gets in, I pick up the broken iron rod from the stair set in here and swing it at his head. The guy collapses and once I kick him and ensure he's out, I wear his clothes and take up the machine gun in my hand. Oh and no, I'm not leaving my clothes here, so I pack them up in my bag.

I move to the enemy's base, I know it sounds stupid but what better place to hide than the lion's den, especially when I am dressed like one. But all things apart, I wish to check on Hannah one last time, to assure myself that she's out of danger. No, she won't be 'okay' for a long time, not after all that she has gone through. She'll be in therapy...

And in jail.

So this is the only chance I have to meet her. Might as well grasp it when I can. I take out a fake beard and a wig and put them on. Yeah, as someone on the run you do have weird stuff on you.

On my way, I come across many agents sanctioned at various parts of the mine, but that doesn't make my stride falter. Instead, I grip my machine gun and walk, looking them in the eye as I move past them, exchanging nods too.

Finally I reach the Grimrock. Holy shit, they got a frigging helicopter for me? Guess who came prepared. Though, mostly I'm honoured. They invested so much in me, the reverence and respect touches my soul. Too bad I can't pat my appreciation towards them by hacking their Cyber Division. Never mind, I'll spare them this time.

Towards the corner I see the Duskwood Police force assembled like ants amongst beetles. I mean with FBI here, why bother showing? Fuck it. I want to get out of here, this is too suffocating.

I see Hannah seated on a camping chair, a rug sprawled over her shivering form. I see her cheeks hallowed out slightly, her eyes blank and staring in emptiness. It pains me to look at her like this until I realise how she smiled everyday for 10 years after witnessing Jennifer's death. Somehow, she always manages to smile and fool everyone, oh so beautifully concealing her inner darkness. I guess it runs in the blood.

I see someone pouring coffee and grab a cup from them, moving towards Hannah with it. I take a deep breath and put my hand over her shoulder, pushing the cup in her hands. She looks up at me and nods her head.

"Are you okay? Do you need something?", I ask her, controlling my voice from trembling.

She again nods her head though I know it for a fact that she didn't listen to a word I said. I deeply sigh and look at her for a few seconds, not knowing what to do with her. She returns back to staring, this time it's the coffee.

I click my tongue with resignation and take in her one last time before I bid her adieu. "Just, take care okay?"

She looks at me blankly, until suddenly her gaze widens. Okay that's my cue. I start of speed away from her before she spews out something stupid which would jeopardise my facade. I rush out, not technically, and nobody seem to care much.

Until I move past the Director of Criminal Division. Mhm, impressive. This dude is here too?

"Where are you heading to, Agent?", he questions me, making me stop dead in my tracks. Ugh, I so not want to have this dialogue.

I turn back and press a salute, my posture attentive. "Good evening sir, I-"

"Sir, we have a situation. The hacker has fled. The Duskwood police force went into the mines and neither could they find the hacker nor the criminal's body", another agents cuts me off and reports, panic resonating in their voice. Well, good for me.

"Argh fuck me. That punk again manages to flee. We're the fucking FBI, yet the most we have caught onto till this date is his damn half burned hoodie?", the director cusses at the agent, pulling his hair as he does.

"But sir didn't that hoodie gave us his DNA? Like it was helpful sir wasn't it?"

"Shut up you fucking moron. Get out of my sight and tell the agents to go ahead with Plan B", the director barks, totally pissed over again douched by the 'punk'.

I slide away, not wanting to be in the radar of this grumpy balloon. Okay, evacuation time.

"I'm telling you, I am the killer. Believe me! Alan, you need to believe me. I fucking did all this. I am Jennifer's killer. I am Amy's killer. I am Hannah's kidnapper", I hear Richy's wails from behind me. Ugh, why can't I run off to my MC in Colville in peace!

"I even met the hacker", he fesses up, now screaming at the Duskwood Police chief.

So he has chosen death. Cool. I would love to serve it, scorching and spine wrecking.

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x player #duskwood mc #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood turmoils of you

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renegadepack · 2 years

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right before goodbye

for Angela/Leah

Angela looked out over the small crowd, fidgeting with the pull tab on top of her soda can. There wasn’t much else for her to do here; Jessica had dragged her to this bonfire, the last one of the summer, and then promptly ditched her to go flirt with Mike. Everyone else she knew already looked busy, and she had never been good at sliding into conversations unannounced.

“I’d stick with the cans if I were you. I saw blondie over there spike the punch earlier, and it did not look like a good combo,” a woman said as she walked up to Angela.

She jumped at the voice next to her, which she didn’t recognize. She turned to her right and saw a woman with short black hair, also holding a soda can. After looking at her a beat too long, Angela switched her gaze in the direction the other woman was pointing.

“Yeah, Lauren has a habit of doing that… it’s never been good,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t think anyone has the heart to tell her that none of that goes together.” She watched as her friend was talking with some people from their class, including a tall guy Angela didn’t recognize.

“Lauren? I really don’t trust her judgment if she’s over there talking to Paul,” the woman said with a snort. “He’s not gonna shut up about her. I can already tell.”

“Paul?” Angela asked.

“The guy in the shorts. He’s my best friend. Annoying as all hell, though.”

Angela smiled. “Aren’t they always?”

“Definitely. Anyway. I’m Leah.”

“Angela! Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Leah looked towards Paul again, rolling her eyes as he was clearly showing off while telling some story. “I should go remind him it’s almost his curfew,” she cracked.

“I bet he’d love that,” Angela said. Both women laughed, then it fell silent between them. “So, um, do you go to the school here?”

“I did! Graduated a couple months back.”

“Congrats! Do you have college plans…” Angela stopped when she heard Leah groan. “I’m sorry, you’re probably sick of that question.”

Leah laughed. “No, it’s not that. Well, yes. I am. But the issue is that I’m not going. My mom really wants me to be a nurse like her, but I don’t think it’s for me. So it’s a bit of a touchy subject.”

“Gotcha. I definitely understand the whole ‘parents not realizing you’re your own person’ thing.” She sighed.

“We’ll figure something out. We got time,” Leah said with a shrug and a smile.

“Ang!” Jessica shouted as she ran up. “The guys wanna show us something by the tidepools. Let’s go!” Jessica grabbed her hand and tried pulling her towards the group.

“Jess. I’m talking to someone,” Angela said, pulling her hand back.

“Please?” she begged. “You can flirt later!”

“Jessica!” Angela yelped. She blushed as Leah burst out laughing.

“Don’t worry about it. Go check whatever it is out. I’ll be around,” Leah said, tossing her a wink.

Angela couldn’t hold back her smile. “Oh. Cool. Um. I can’t wait. Bye, Leah.” Angela threw a wave over her shoulder as Jessica pulled her away.

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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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I received an email today from my brother (mind you, i am in my home office and he is like 2 rooms away), it was titled ‘very very very urgent’ and then he yelled from the living room ‘URGENT MEANS CHECK NOW!’ So I did. And I wish I hadn’t. He literally started the email with ‘I am coming to you through email due to the fact that I have been a victim of a horrible, vicious attack by a foot rest and Netflix.’ He wrote an email (cause he can’t write now lol) about his music/qaf idea he had. Turns out what I thought was just a little thought he had, he actually spent days thinking about. I should’ve seen it coming tbh. Anyway, these are just SOME parts i thought I should share but there is so much more. Mostly just him going on and on about Brian/Britin and occasionally getting distracted by different topics such as the fact that he thinks I need new curtains. Anyway, these are some parts copied from his email, that i thought you deserve to see. Some I actually liked but some made me confused and worried: ‘I want videos of my boys to music but that’s hard according to youtube tutorials so I need you or someone else to do it, after all I am a victim of a fall. Please google people for hire. Anyway, these are the songs I have great ideas for: The Winner Takes it all by my homies Abba. Dude Just imagine that shit. It would be for when Justin left Bri Bri for that kazoo player. And Its Brian all sad and lonely. I mean come on dude, the winner takes it all, the loser has to fall? BUT TELL ME DOES SHE KISS YOU LIKE I USED TO KISS YOU (no). Somewhere deep inside you must know I miss you! (My name) tell me that shit doesn’t scream when Justin was returning the bracelet!’ (Here is where he got distracted by the bracelet so im just gonna copy the second/third song part) ‘You know that dude with the pretty voice I told you about? Yeah, his songs too! (He is talking about Noah Kahan) That song All my love could totally fit my boys. Now I know your name but not who you are!!! You got all my love!!! If you need me dear im still the same as I was! Wait for it, the best lyrics that describes my baby boy Bri Bri is coming at you now: You burrowed in under my skin, what id give to have you out from me! At the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal! SEE?! What the fuck did i just say? I know my pretty boy’ (here he got distracted by Brian the cat for a few paragraphs) ‘and dude, I can’t forget my favorite song Stick Season. Listen to that shit and tell me you can’t see Bri Bri in that chorus? Or like when he hired that dude to cosplay as Justin? It’s in there, go listen, work isn’t that important I can hear you on the phone with mom.’ (This is where he then went on a big rant because he got upset when he realized the songs he suggested are kinda sad aka broken up Britin) ‘Yo no, this is fucked up. Okay, i got it. But I have no ideas how it would be so just imagine parts of the episodes where they’re all over each other happy to this song’ (he linked Bad for business by Sabrina Carpenter) ‘(his friends name) sent this to me and told me it reminded him of me and Bri Bri. Do you think he was fucking with me or not?’ (He got distracted here by his love for brian).

He did also say he wants something to Now that we dont talk and to Is it over now by Taylor Swift. But he couldn’t decide what.

So this is just a tiny part of the email he sent to me. The only other part in the email I actually laughed at was that he just wrote: ‘give me Brian Kinney being hot to these songs and fuck you, I know what I’m talking about, you can’t see the vision cause you don’t find dudes hot.’ (Said by him, a straight man…according to him) songs that he listed: ‘Heartless and Party Monster both by The Weeknd and (i wish this was a joke but i asked and he was serious) Hands up by Ayesha Erotica. Also that one song that mom is obsessed with but it would be just Bri Bri all cute and happy with Blondie.’ (I had to ask my mom and it was Love me like you by little mix)

Anyway, the man has officially lost his fucking mind. This was literally just an email containing song and that was it. He did reveal that it took him 20-30 minutes to write it, which usually would take him like 10-15 minutes but the cast is showing to be a real pain in the ass for him so that’s kind of funny to me personally. Anyway, I just wanted to share whatever the fuck this was because I obviously forwarded it to my cousins and some other people and we are all 1) impressed a little ngl cause he’s onto something at some parts 2) a bit worried and 3)finding all this very funny

Oh and in case you were wondering how he’s doing with qaf? He went back to watch 3x08-3x14….he has watched it each day of the week so far…

HE SENT YOU AN EMAIL FROM THE OTHER ROOM.

But okay fandom, we have our orders. We can repay Brother Anon for all the entertainment he has provided us with some fan creations for after our Dear Sweet Anon does the great reveal.

The Winner Takes it all by ABBA for S3 during the break up with the scene where Justin returns the bracelet

All My Love by Noah Kahan

Bad for business by Sabrina Carpenter

Stick Season by Noah Kahan also the break up with the hiring the Justin lookalike escort.

Now that we dont talk and to Is it over now by Taylor Swift

Heartless and Party Monster both by The Weeknd

Hands up by Ayesha Erotica

Love me like you by little mix

Okay fandom we have our marching orders and they are:

‘give me Brian Kinney being hot to these songs and fuck you, I know what I’m talking about, you can’t see the vision cause you don’t find dudes hot.’ (Said by him, a straight man…according to him)

(from one lesbian to another, anon, I am DYING over this)

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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