#do us a favour love and fucking kill yourself.
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Just watched a women throw a half full glass bottle of coke in the rubbish bin. That's wasteful you bitch and also glass is recyclable! The recycling bin was right next to the rubbish bin. You fucking selfish dumb cunt.
#yeah so shopping makes me really mad and i fucking hate it.#do us a favour love and fucking kill yourself.#ranting into the void#recycling#ever heard of it?#glass is not a renewable resource you cuntfuck!
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THE INCIDENT
Drabble/ one-shot of why Eren never has his hair in a ponytail.
expanding on this post
The bathroom was a mess. Hair caked onto the counters and sink. Leave-in conditioner smudging the mirror and broken hair ties everywhere. You'd kill him if his frustrations weren't already getting the job done.
"Ughhh, babe! Where do you keep those spiral hair ties of yours?"
Rolling your eyes, you turn up the volume on your laptop. It's been the same routine everyday for the past two weeks.
I'm just trying to find my look headass. Niggas can't find their 'look' without messing up your bathroom and using up your products?
The sleek bun, the 'wet look' and even the mohawk. Which, by the way, was a completely unnecessary waste of gel.
Aunt Jackie better sponsor your ass with the amount of money you've spent on her products.
Stepping into the room with a pleased smile on his face and a ridiculous high ponytail on his head, Eren stood on the couch in front of you.
With a sigh, you pause what's playing on your screen and look up at him expectantly.
"Sooo?"
"So?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"I think you better get your ass to cleaning my bathroom"
"Wow, so you ain't even gonna compliment my hair? It's giving jealous."
"Jealous?"
"Yeah, you're just mad 'cause I'm eating you up right now."
"Only thing you're eating up is my money with the way you've been wasting my products. Get your Ariana Grande looking ass into that bathroom and make sure it's spotless."
Muttering under his breath about 'a loveless home' and kissing his teeth, he drags his feet towards the bathroom to "make sure it's spotless".
A couple of minutes go by and you really, really need to pee. Putting your laptop to the side, you make your way to the hopefully clean bathroom. Stopping at the door when you see your boyfriend at the centre of the mess, checking himself out in the mirror.
"Dunno, i think i'm really pulling this off"
"Babe, you know I love you right? And you know I would never say anything mean unless it was coming from a good place, right?"
"Right..."
"That fuckass ponytail needs to go. Just put your hair up in a messy bun or something. Or at least don't have the ponytail so high like damn"
"Oh, so you just came in here to hate?" he asks amusedly while wiping down the counters
"I came in here to piss, so if you'll excuse me."
Moving past your huffy boyfriend, you walk towards the toilet. Sighing contently as you finish up and move to wash your hands.
Drying your hands, you see Eren bend down into a deep squat to pick up a couple of broken hair ties and stray hairs.
That fuckass ponytail needs to go and you had the funniest idea on how to make that happen.
Silently approaching him from behind, he briefly turns to you before getting back to the task at hand.
"You good babe- y/n what the FUCK?!"
Reaching for the band of his shorts, you use all your strength to pull him up so his ass meets your pelvis. Grabbing his hair to keep him balanced.
thrust, thrust, thrust
"Babe?? What the actual fuck are you doing. Unhand me!"
"Fuck princess you feel so good. Yeah, throw that ass back and make it clap I'm bout to nut" you said with a low, gravelly voice and accompanying thrust.
"Yeah baby, take this dick," thrust.
Finally managing to push you off him with a scream, you burst out laughing at his now lopsided ponytail and unamused expression.
Taking a couple of breaths and composing yourself. You look directly at his chest because Jesus almighty, anything from the neck up would launch you into hysterics.
Walking out of the bathroom you speak out as you approach the couch. "Ayt princess, get rid of the ponytail and finish cleaning up. Love youuu"
After settling back onto the couch, you laugh when Eren finally leaves the bathroom. Mini-trash bag in hand and indent's in his hair from the retired ponytail.
"You didn't have to do all that forreal"
"Yeah, yeah. Do me a favour and get me a snack from the kitchen princess"
"The fuck? I ain't getting you shit."
"Awhhh, but babeeee. We can cuddle. I'll even be big spoon."
"Nah... okay fine." He really couldn't say no to you.
"Love you... nigga say it back"
Approaching the couch, he throws you snack at you. Picking you up and laying the both of you down with your back to his chest and a kiss on your cheek.
"I guess I love you too."
Why's he fronting like he's not obsessed with you?
Fuckass ponytails on men are in the same category as fuckass bobs on women idc.
This is wayyy longer than i intended but here y'all go.
tags: @st4rb3rr13s @zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend
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Firewatch 11
Summary: You just want to sleep, but Price needs you to calm down first.
Words: 2.8k
CW: Kidnapping, light bdsm
When Johnny tried to touch you, you only buried yourself into Simon and glowered at him. He looked wounded, pulling his hand back from where it had been poised to stroke your hair. None of them understood why you were reacting like that. You seemed back to yourself, but then it would stand to reason that you would be most scared of Simon. And yet now you were only too happy to be held by him. Only him.
As far as you were concerned it was a survival tactic. If you were always by Simon, none of them could kill you without going through him. And you weren’t really sure anyone could go through him. He seemed happy enough to play protector, thumb rubbing firm circles into your waist and teeth nibbling at the tip of your ear every so often. You suspected he was probably looking at the others when he did it, gloating. Good.
“You need to eat sweetheart” he purred into your ear.
“Mm, don’t tell me what to do Simon.”
“Bratty even when you’re half dead.”
“Bossy even when I’m being nice.”
He chuckled at that. If he were a better man perhaps he would feel bad that Price, Johnny and Gaz were at the kitchen island looking like grumpy little puppies. As he was not a better man he only shot them a lopsided grin. Why shouldn’t he be happy? You were safe, your temperature was back to normal, you were in his arms and letting his fingers sink into the fat of your waist, letting his teeth lazily graze the skin of your ear. The fear of losing you gave way to how you fit so fucking perfectly against him. He couldn’t help but imagine how else you might fit together, how perfectly warm and wet and tight you’d be around him. Fuck would you let him take you to his bed? He didn't even need to make love to you just yet if you were still stubborn about everything, just hold you, feel your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin proving you were alive.
“Like you nice, should give it to me more often” he said with his hand testing the waters, squeezing the meat of your thigh dangerously close to your ass.
“Don't get used to it, can't imagine it'll be a frequent occurrence.”
You felt the squeeze and your body gave a valiant attempt at arousal, but it was like molasses, sticky and slow moving in your exhaustion. You didn't mind it, if anything it was sort of nice. His chuckle betrayed his own exhaustion a little, the raspiness of it pointing to him having had a very stressful day.
“Then let me enjoy it while it lasts hm? Eat something for me sweetheart.”
Stupid man being stupidly charming. You didn't really feel like eating, you had went past hungry at some point in the cold and now you just wanted to stay cuddled up to someone you were steadfastly believing was safe and go to sleep. He kept jostling you though, a nip to your ear, a squeeze of your thigh or a finger tracing your spine keeping you awake from how it caused little thrills through you.
“You make it.”
“Hm?”
“I'm not eating whatever they made. You make it. Or give me something that's sealed.”
Well that was an alarming thing to hear you mumble softly against him. The smug happiness of having you favour him was rapidly turning into concern. What exactly did you think they were going to do to you? Did you think they would poison you or were you just refusing to eat anything from them out of pettiness?
“Why?”
“I'll make it myself then” you grumbled, pushing away from him even though every fibre of you hated it.
Oh he did not like that if the growl was anything to go by. Simon stood with little warning, an arm banding under your ass to keep you wrapped around him. You tensed, knowing he was going over to the others and not being sure you really wanted to be near them. Price maybe, he had been kind, he was asleep when Johnny and Kyle had been discussing your murder. Second murder you supposed. But you couldn't really be sure he wasn't in on it. Then again you couldn't be sure Simon wasn't, but you didn't have much choice but to believe him.
You were placed lightly on the kitchen island and he took a small step back, forcing you out into the open. You had felt a lot less vulnerable wrapped up in him, face buried in his shoulder. Your skin prickled with the gazes you felt on you.
“I was only gone a few days, what exactly happened in that time that's got you not willing to eat anything they've made?”
“What? That true little bird? You are not starving yourself, you're already in enough trouble for running off like that” Price said, trying to temper himself.
He was off balance with this whole situation. You had seemed on the edge of giving in before he went to sleep (which he now felt incredibly guilty about) and then he wakes up to you gone? And now after letting them rescue you, Simon shows up and you are suddenly only willing to speak to him. You hadn't been refusing to eat before. You had been a brat about it sure, but you hadn't refused.
You looked at Price, not sure how to untangle your feelings towards him. He could not be in on it, surely not. If he had wanted to kill you he could have smothered you while you were in his bed. Johnny spoke and while you didn't mean to, you flinched. Everybody certainly noticed.
“We dinnae ken what's happening in that bonnie– I… baby what's wrong?”
“Back off Johnny.”
“I didnae dae anything!”
While you were glad Simon was telling him off you wished he'd just let you cling to him again. This wasn't a conversation you wanted to have right now, you just wanted to sleep for 16 hours in a warm bed. You'd probably take a warm body in it if it wasn't someone who had openly spoken about killing you.
“Everything seemed fine the other night luv, you were getting along.”
You did glance at Kyle, seeing him look alarmed at how you froze up when he spoke the same way you had for Johnny. He was right, you were getting along. It had been almost peaceful, you had been almost calm. Maybe that had been what they had been waiting for.
“Simon.”
You said his name as a soft plead, hoping you could get out of this conversation. You didn't want to say it out loud. You didn't want to make it real. Because goddamnit you kind of liked them. You liked teasing Johnny when Dosia was horrible to him, you liked watching Kyle cook. It was so stupid of you to fall for it, to find yourself liking them. Please let Price be outside of it, please let him want you alive. Heartbreak twice over was already enough.
There was a stunned sort of silence at your little plea. It wasn't really like you at all, not the you they had been getting to know. These men knew one another well enough that they could each tell that nobody knew what was going on here. This wasn’t you being angry or scared that they were keeping you here. This was something else, and none of them knew why. Price moved into your eye line and you lowered your gaze stubbornly to the ground, but you didn’t seem the same level of upset as you were with Soap or Gaz.
His brow furrowed and he crooked a finger under your chin, making you tilt your head up and look at him. He could feel how agitated Simon had gotten at you saying his name like that, but he also knew that he trusted him with you. He trusted he would make this right. So he stayed where he was, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms to ensure he wouldn’t reach out while Price tried to fix whatever had went so horribly wrong.
“What’s going on?”
“Failed escape attempt, obviously.”
“Try again little bird.”
Oh, he was using that voice again. That one that oozed authority and made you want to push and push and push until he snapped. Only now you didn’t know what that meant. Part of you hoped he would just backhand you, show you his true colours so you could get over whatever this ridiculous feeling was. Another part badly wanted him to take some sort of control, force your racing thoughts to calm. Fuck you were demented.
“You wanted me to stay put, you should have clipped my wings.”
“That what you want?”
Maybe. Maybe you just wanted them to stop fucking toying with you. You were exhausted, fear and misery had drained you and you just wanted to give in, but your already incredibly wounded pride would really rather he made you give in so you could pretend you had fought it.
“Does it matter what I want John?”
He considered you for a while, the world holding its breath in anticipation. You didn’t realise how tense you really were until he moved his hand to the nape of your neck, tugging you off of the counter, fingers and thumb gripping with enough pressure that it loosened you all at once. The others didn’t intervene as he marched you out of the kitchen and into his office, the click of the lock causing a full body shiver. He was behind you and you just let your eyes softly unfocus on the wall as he bent slightly to speak right into your ear.
“I didn’t want to do this right now. You need rest. But you’re too wound up for that aren’t you little bird? Won’t even eat if we can’t get you calmed down.”
His foot slid between yours, pushing gently to get your legs to widen as he pressed on your neck, bending you over the desk. You didn’t have resistance left to give as you settled on your elbows. His hand running down your spine made you sigh.
“This… it doesn’t change anything” you said softly as tugged on your sweatpants, getting access to the bare swell of your ass.
“Course not. Bet’s still on, and I still intend to win.”
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Gaz couldn’t sleep. He was half tempted to do what Soap had done and sneak into Ghost’s bed for some form of bloody comfort. He hadn’t seen you since Price had taken you into that office, although they all knew exactly what would have happened in there. He knew you were due punishment for running away like that, but it unsettled him that it had happened so soon. You weren’t right yet, you were still… well he didn’t know. That was the problem. Shock he could understand, but he thought they had warmed you up and got you lucid again. And then you had looked at him like you were scared of him. You had never looked at him like that before, not even when you had been spitting mad and screaming at Soap.
He trusted Price, he knew that he’d figure out what was wrong, knew that he’d take care of you in whatever way you needed it. But it didn’t help him sleep. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted you to cosy into him like you had done with Ghost. It drove him wild watching how his fingers had sunk into you, how you had let them. Fuck it was so stupid, Kyle’s fingers had been inside you but he was getting jealous of the intimacy of another mans fingers even touching you.
He was driving himself a little crazy going over your last interaction with him, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. You had been fine, you had even laughed when he had made a cutesy little smiley face on your omelette with ketchup. He wasn’t about to pretend that you were happy being kept by them like this, but he was so sure you had been beginning to settle. Him and Soap were going to wait until Simon was back and then make their case to him and Price that they should talk to you about giving you some freedom. They couldn’t let you just run to the police, but what if they built you your own place? Just like your little cottage. They thought they could make you happy with that for the time being, work on it until maybe you’d like to move somewhere far away with them. Then they could take you out on dates without incriminating themselves. They just needed to convince you that you wanted to go on them. And somehow he had fucked it all up.
The light knock on his door had him out of the bed in record time to answer. He knew how a knock sounded for people, and that was too light to be Ghost or Price (Soap never knocked, fucking git that he was). He should have tried to be more cool and collected but he wrenched open the door and just flustered for a moment at you standing there in pjs. Fuck you were pretty. You looked tired still, but calm, he suspected Price had probably given you what you needed.
“I… um. Can I come in?”
He nodded rapidly and stood aside to let you wander into his room. You seemed maybe a little nervous, but at least not scared of him. He hated that you had been scared of him. He hated not being able to figure out why.
“Are you-”
“I wanted-”
You both paused and there was a moment of each of you trying to get the other to go first until Kyle sighed and very gently moved you to sit on his bed so he could crouch in front of you, taking both your hands in his.
“Are you ok luv?”
“Tired. John gave me the soup you made, it was nice.”
He had fed you after he had rewired your brain with the absolute leathering he had given your ass. You were pretty sure you had cried during, but it was all a little hazy. It was a stupid thing to do, but you found you trusted him. Hard not to when he had climbed into the bath with you, washed your hair and gently dried and moisturised you after without once trying to take advantage.
You had nearly choked spying on him when you were supposed to be undressing for the bath, watching through the crack in the bathroom door to his room as he leaned his forearm heavily against the wall and quickly jacked himself off. Fuck, you knew he had done it because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be getting hard with you naked in his arms and you had to throw cold water on your face to try and pretend you weren’t flushed with the thought that he wanted you that badly but wouldn’t do anything to you even in your vulnerable state. Made it hard not to trust him really. You had been suddenly glad for how utterly exhausted you were because while your body had made an attempt at getting you aroused it had been overpowered by bone tiredness.
Instead you had let him take care of you and pull you into his arms in bed. And you had finally talked. You told him what you had overheard and he told you that without a shadow of a doubt you had misunderstood. He’d even offered to knock their heads together for even accidentally frightening you like that. And you were so thoroughly out of emotions, so run through with the events of the day, that you couldn’t find it in you to not just believe him. He hadn't stopped you when you had mumbled that you wanted to see Kyle, he had just pressed his lips to your hair and let you go.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“I thought you and Johnny were going to kill me. I overheard you in the kitchen,” you answered, no energy for anything but blunt honesty.
Kyle took a moment to figure out what the fuck you were talking about and then groaned and hid his head in your joined hands.
“Fuck. Oh fuck. I should have thought about how that would sound with you right in the next room, I’m sorry, it wasn’t anything like what you’re thinking, it- well we-”
You squeezed his hands to get him to look at you again.
“S’ok. I’d just like to sleep if that’s ok.”
He wasn’t going to argue with you when you were sat in his bed, when you wanted to share it. So he just smiled and let you crawl under the covers so he could slot in right behind you.
He fit there.
#mhairiwrites#cod au#tf 141 x reader#I am not doing super hot right now and this is very jumbled and a bit nonsensical#but it was this chapter or no chapter at all :')
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came across this screenshot of a tweet on pinterest and i couldn’t help but headcanon making it through the twd apocalypse because of a painfully obvious crush on daryl.
twd headcanon: obviously crushing on an oblivious daryl dixon.
giggling in the distance while daryl dixon is in the middle of killing walkers, “ugh he’s so cute when he does that”
kicking your feet sitting up in a tree going “hiiiii daryllllll! <3 whatcha doinnn” and he’s like “???” cause you’re legitimately surrounded by now dead walkers and covered in blood
very sunshine x grumpy coded
whispering to maggie “oh my god do you think he was checking me out?” in the middle of a battle
“does this top look cute on me?” “what do you think is his type?” “should i maybe start smoking so we can go on smoke breaks together”
reminding yourself you’re a grown woman with composure and dignity when you find yourself wanting to scream into your pillow, because this daryl crush is so frustrating and he’s just so hot and his arms are so perfect and the way his voice makes you want to climb him right then and there-
wanting to be all mysterious and cool around him but it’s like the spirit of your teenage self possesses you whenever he’s around
subtly standing riiigghhhtttt behind him so rick pairs you together for supply runs then fist-pumping to yourself when it works
rick pretends not to notice. he pairs both of you up on purpose everytime
if he helps you up, you hold on to his hand for longer than you need to, in what you think is a subtle way but everyone notices
while almost dying, “fuck, can someone make sure my hair looks good before daryl sees me? rosita PLEASE im your FRIEND stop messing with my wound and fix my HAIRhdhwhrjue”
“maggie if i pass out can you please do me a favour and make sure daryl is the one who carries me? <3 oooh do you think he knows how to do cpr-“
*in the middle of killing walkers* wow daryl!!! *slash* that was *stab* a great shot!
daryl being ultimately clueless about your flirting and genuinely just thinks you’re being friendly
carol having to tell him “daryl she’s in love with you it’s so obvious”
and he denies it “nah she acts that way towards everyone” even if he secretly wishes it was true
carol wanting to smack him on the head because everyone knows you’re head over heels for daryl dixon except for daryl dixon
when you’re caught in a herd, you force yourself to keep going because there’s no way in hell you’re going to die surrounded by walkers. in your dazed state you’re thinking “fuck this shit im tracking dixon down and im gonna use my last breath to tell him i love him”
and maybe dying in his arms sounds better than being ripped apart by reanimated corpses so you keep pushing yourself
when you make it home you basically just throw yourself at the gates and everyone rushes over to get you to the infirmary
you could’ve sworn you heard maggie yell at daryl to carry you but you’re too out of it to process the thought
bleeding out and feeling yourself fading but then you hear daryl’s voice
“come on, y/n, you’re a fighter. you gotta make it through this. i know you can. please, you have to.”
it’s a miracle how instantly that makes you open your eyes when you were seconds away from death just before that
bringing you flowers and random little gifts while you’re healing up in bed but only putting them next to you when you’re asleep because he’s too shy
him not used to the days being so quiet without you being two steps behind him
finding himself missing your ridiculous quips when he’s on a supply run killing walkers and having to fill the silence with your voice in his head, recalling all the things you regularly say to him, because it feels too weird without you
being so attentive to your needs when you feel good enough to be out and about
daryl feeling much, much better when you’re back to being yourself and the days feel normal again with you going “hiiiiii darryyylllll <3”
carol: she’s in love with you.
daryl: she ain’t. stop it.
carol: fine! but you can’t deny you’re in love with her
whole thing is very reminiscent of a high school crush; innocent, bashful, endearing. everyone’s so entertained by The Daryl and Y/N Show
they have a bet going on to see who asks who out first
daryl asking maggie if what carol tells him is true, trying and failing to be casual about it
very shrill “he WHAT?!?” scream heard from your room, just minutes after the exchange
“TELLMEEVERYTHINGHESAID-“
#the walking dead#the walking dead imagines#daryl dixon x reader#the walking dead headcanons#carol peletier#maggie rhee#rosita espinosa#rick grimes#in my head this is during alexandria era#divider by cafekitsune
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secret relationship with regulus pls !!
If someone told you that you were going to fall in love with Regulus Black, you would’ve laughed in their face.
You knew about the Black family long before you went to Hogwarts, everyone in the Wizarding World did. The family was well-known for mostly wrong reasons and you had heard whispered rumours about just what sort of family they were. The things they did, the things they believed in. It was never a philosophy you ever thought you’d align yourself with.
When you enrolled in Hogwarts and were sorted into Gryffindor, it was shocking enough that you found yourself in a buddying friendship with one of the Black sons—though Sirius always was the anomaly, nothing quite like the rest of his family.
He spoke about his family quite a lot. He would tell you about the kinds of things they’d say, the way they would sneer at him when he went home for the holidays. And the stories he told you were enough to confirm that outside of Sirius, there was a fat fucking chance you’d be civil with any of the other Black family members if you knew better.
As it turns out, you clearly didn’t know better because by the time you reached 6th year, you somehow found yourself in a weird dynamic with none other than the younger Black brother.
What happened to be unfortunate circumstances that put you together (younger students trying to pull a marauders-esque prank gone wrong that somehow led to you both in detention), it ended up being for the greater good that you were forced to spend the next few weekends with Regulus because it gave him a chance to show you that he wasn’t like what others or even his brother assumed.
And whilst it took you a while to warm up to the younger Black and see past your prejudices, Regulus was quite the opposite. The boy was enamoured by you from the second he laid eyes on you and was honestly looking for any excuse he could to spend time near you. The detention just so happened to work out in his favour, and the rest was history.
Well, not really.
Because despite the fact Regulus—much like his brother—didn’t care about the Black morals and philosophy, he still didn’t want a target on your back. Things had been tense since Sirius practically ran away and tension was high in the house, pressure even more pressing on his shoulders. The last thing Regulus wanted was to drag you into the matter for his parents to use against him.
It was why, for now, he wanted to keep your relationship a secret even if it killed him to have to wait until you were hidden in the shadows to kiss you.
“What I would give to kiss you like this every day whenever I please,” Regulus whispered against your lips, lips drawn in a soft smile as he continued to peck your lips as you giggled against him.
“You’d be insatiable,” you muttered in faux annoyance but the thought made your heart swell nonetheless. “I would never get away from you.”
His hands tightened their grip on your waist. “Is that such a problem?”
“Hm, maybe I’m sick of you, Black,” you teased playfully, fingers playing with the messy black curls at the name of his neck.
“Yeah?” His voice was low and husky, breath fanning over your heated skin as he dipped down to press a feather-soft kiss on your pulse point. “It’s funny hearing you try to act all nonchalant when I know for a fact you’d let me ravish you on this sofa if I wanted, sweetheart.”
Your breath hitched. “And do you want to ravish me?”
“Hm,” the boy hummed, dark eyes glimmering with amusement and his lips twitching upwards as he pulled you towards him, destroying any distance between your bodies as you fell onto his lap. And his smirk only widened when you let out a soft gasp at the bulge in his trousers. “Take a fucking guess, sweetheart.”
“Guess you really missed me,” you breathed out with a small laugh, hooded eyes focused on the way he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Like a fucking hole in my chest,” he muttered before leaning forward to kiss you, hands holding you down on his lap as he made up for the lost time between your meetings.
And maybe, just maybe, one day you wouldn’t have to wait weeks in between your nights with him.
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#regulus black#marauders#harry potter#hp#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#regulus black x y/n#regulus black oneshot#regulus black fic#marauders x reader#marauders x you#marauders x y/n#marauders oneshot#marauders fic#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#harry potter x y/n#harry potter oneshot#harry potter fic#hp x reader#hp x you#hp x y/n#hp one shot#hp fic
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puppy love, joel miller
summary: IN WHICH — when joel is upset, you do anything and everything in your power to cheer him up. this means showing him your new guitar skills, while singing one of his favourite songs to him.
warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, implied relationship, gender!neutral reader, sub!joel, lovey dovey joel and reader, ellie being a little shit once again, swearing, literally all fluff because i can, brief mention of death/killing (very very brief! shows up like two times), bad descs of guitar playing since i haven't played in like 10 years LOL, lmk if i missed anything!
wordcount: 2.3k
a/n: my second fic!!!!! i sort of love this one?? also tysm for the love on my first! looking for moots too! hmu if you wanna <3 make sure to reblog, like, and comment on this plz and thank u! if u have any requests for a fic lmk (dms r open for it!) more to come soon xoxo
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God only knew what time it was. You had an infuriating day at work, training all new people on how to successfully patrol Jackson's surrounding areas, and how to not- well, die. This was always your least favourite time of year, to say the least. All the "fresh meat" had been selected to be potential patrolers, and they had to go through extensive training to make sure they were one hundred percent qualified and committed to the role.
Both you and Joel were practically put into this role by Maria (Joel's sister-in-law), not by force, but more of a "you would be doing the entire Jackson community a whole favour if you did this" sort of thing - guilt, most would say. Maria had even tried to get Ellie to help train people, but Joel almost killed Maria by his glare when she brought it up to the two of you.
Even though you hated this role in the community, you think Joel liked it. He had a bit too much fun getting to put kids in check, and humble them big time. At least it was only for a few months, you had kept reminding yourself. The few months were from early June until late September, though - the hottest months of the year. The before dawn wake up calls, and after dusk ends would only last for another month, since it was sometime in the middle of August right now.
After getting home extremely late, around an hour or two ago, you had already taken a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes before you went and sat on your back porch. Even though you didn't want to be outside anymore than you had to right now, Ellie had one of her friends over and wanted privacy. You love the kid, so you gave her the privacy (not much privacy, only hanging out in the living room of your home).
You were able to tell Joel was finished with his shower when you heard high-pitched and muffled screams coming from inside the house behind you. Just as you went to turn your head around to see what exactly the commotion he was causing inside was, the familiar figure of Joel Miller left the glass door, with the door slamming shut behind him. "Everything alright in there, cowboy?" You hummed to him as the nickname rolled off your tongue, scooching over on the step you were seated on to give the man some room to sit.
"Fucking Christ," He started as he took a seat next to you, "they were paintin' their nails, or somethin'. Said I wasn't allowed anywhere near 'em in that room, or they'd be off with me." Joel had grunted once he was completely lowered on this step, his bones weren't as good as they used to he would say.
This earned a snort from you, "No way- Ellie's paintin' her nails? Your girl's really growin' up, Joel." You couldn't believe she was doing this, to be honest. Ellie had stated to both you and Joel that she was not girly whatsoever, and would rather turn into a clicker than wear a dress or do her makeup. After you had said this to Joel, he looked to be upset. He didn't want Ellie growing up, his girl growing up. "Joking, joking."
He took his eyes off of you, and moved them forward. "Nah, you're right," Joel had sighed, "she won't need me soon. Soon she'll-" He had trailed off, quiet now. Fuck- why did you bring this up, you had thought to yourself. You could only place your hand on Joel's thigh. "She'll always need you, Joel. Shit, she'd be death without ya'. Lighten up a bit baby, she ain't going anywhere."
Joel knew it was true, he was just having a really emotional moment right now, it was most likely from being up since five in the morning. "Dunno 'bout that." He had only muttered, placing his hand over yours. You tsked, putting some pressure on his thigh as you got up in an awkward fashion. "Where are ya'-"
"I have an idea, hold on." You had cut him off, making your way back inside. You were engulfed by the sounds of laughter as soon as you stepped foot through the patio door. You were silent about it, not wanting to bother Ellie or her friend. You had silently moved to the house's spare room, where the three of you put anything and everything. You had grabbed what you were looking for almost instantly (it had a distinct shape) and made your way back outside.
Joel turned his head once you had stepped outside again, his eyes moving down to what you had in hand, then gaining eye contact. "Is that my-" he couldn't even finish his sentence. You grinned as you pulled the lawn chair over, placing the case on the floor and unlatching the sides. You had picked up the piece of polished wood and string and placed the curved part on top of your knee.
"Okay so," You had started as Joel turned around to give you his full attention. He looked handsome like this- more than handsome, actually. The way the dull light from inside of your home highlighted his face almost perfectly- ugh, you couldn't get enough of it. "From all of the, sort of, free time I have had in the last few months, I decided to sort of, really badly, learn a few songs?" It came out more of a question than it did a statement, and Joel took notice of this with only a laugh in return.
"Anything ya' play'll be gorgeous, baby." Joel could only look at you in complete awe; if he didn't love you one hundred percent before, he sure as fuck did now. Instead of sitting down, Joel stood up and was now leaning against the wooden beam behind him. He towered over you, only inches away- this got you on even more of an edge.
"Okay, please don't kill me if I don't get the chords right- I don't think I read the notes properly." You awkwardly chuckle as you avoid eye contact with Joel at the current second. Joel knows a guitar from the inside-out, but even if you messed up, he would not care at all. You took the time to learn his favourite instrument, and this only put him in an ecstatic mood.
"Pick a number one through three." You told him as you move your left hand up the neck, and your right arm drooped over the body. "Three." He replied almost too fast, he was just so eager to hear you play.
You brought your fingers through the strings before you started, making sure it was in tune. You glance up towards Joel, "It's in tune, right?" You ask him. A chuckle escapes his lips as he nods, "Don't worry baby, it is."
You (unfortunately) tore your eyes apart from Joel's as you focus on both your left and right hands now. Multitasking was hard for you before this, so you struggled a bit to play. You inhale slowly, placing your fingers on the top three strings on the fingerboard. You strum from both left and right, meeting to the middle string as the first chord.
"And they called it puppy love," your voice was quiet and sounded more hoarse than relaxed, which you mentally slapped yourself for. Before hounding yourself about it even more, you had to focus on changing the chords another four times as you repeated the strumming rhythm.
"Oh, I guess they'll never know," There wasn't any moving, or talking, or breathing (from the sound of it) from Joel. He was just- mesmerized, mesmerized by what you had been doing with your fingers, with your voice, with everything. If the world hadn't gone to shit, you most definitely would've had a big breakout as an up-and-coming music star, he had thought to himself.
"How a young heart, how it really feels, and why I love him so," You had changed the lyrics, and Joel noticed - you changed "her" to "him". Honestly, Joel only noticed because it was you singing it (and he loved you deeply), and that whenever he would spend time with his grandfather when he was little, this song was played a million times. Had he ever told you about his love for this song, or was it just a coincidence?
"And they called it puppy love," You repeated yourself, emotion starting to seep through your voice. "Just because we're seventeen," If you weren't so lost in your train of thought, of remembering where to put your fingers for the next chord, and the correct strumming pattern, and the lyrics, you would've noticed Ellie and her friend silently sneak out onto the porch.
"Tell them all, it isn't fair. To take away my only dream," You had paused strumming for a single second, it sounded like a dramatic pause in Joel's eyes. You had just completely lost your breath from a combination of singing and nerves. After the (painfully long, you thought) second was over, you started once again.
"I cry each night, my tears for you. My tears are all in vain," The chord pattern you had going changed for the last time, and your strums started to sound quiet, your voice dying out while all of this happened. Joel took notice of this, standing up completely now (from leaning against the wooden beam behind). The two girls behind you were still so silent, almost just as mesmerized with you as Joel was.
"Oh, I'll hope and pray, that maybe someday," You inhale as your thumb starts to brush down from the highest string to the lowest string, "You'll be back in my arms once again." A loud exhale falls through your mouth, followed by the two girls bursting out with clapping and compliments. This does nothing short than scaring the absolute fuck out of you, causing the guitar to slip out of your grip.
Luckily, with Joel being completely focused on you, he had came to the rescue and snatched the guitar before it had fell on the ground. You shoot him an apologetic look before turning around to the two girls, he just looks at you with understanding eyes. "You guys almost made me drop the fuckin' thing- how long were you there for?" You question them, eyeing between the two. Their clapping hands were now silent and playing with their thumbs, almost nervous from you.
"Ya' know what, it doesn't matter. Inside- go, it's bedtime." You had scolded the two, as if you were their mother. Ellie's friend had opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Ellie gripping her hand and yanking her back inside. You start to turn back to face Joel, after snapping. "Fuck, we can never have a minute of fuckin' sile-".
He cut you off by smashing his lips into yours. He was acting as if though he was touch deprived, if he hadn't seen you for years. You two just move in sync for what feels like forever (not that you're complaining, though), before you pull away.
Before you have the chance to say anything, Joel brings you to your feet and sets the guitar down on your previous seat, embracing you in a tight hug. You can feel his rough facial hair on the exposed parts of your neck as he exhales, you definitely don't mind. "I needed that more than anythin', darlin'." He admits to you.
"Anythin' for my favourite person." You remind him, bringing your hand to the back of his head. It was true, you would do anything for this man. You would steal for him, kill for him, anything he wanted.
The sun was threatening to peak through the moonlit skies, you knew you two had to be up and about soon enough, but that didn't stop you. You were laying in bed together, tangled between each other's arms. The covers were kicked off your shared bed, and a small breeze cruising the room every so often from the open windows.
"I think it's true." You had broken the comfortable silence that filled the room. Joel didn't move from his position (half of his body on you), just hummed with his eyes staying shut. "What is, baby?"
"The song- fuck, I don't want to sound cheesy or nothin'." You admit, before continuing, "You just, ya' know, I love you's all." You send a small squeeze through Joel's hand, that vibrates his entire body. This results in him dropping your hand and lifting it to wrap around your chest. "Nothin' cheesy 'bout that." His voice was even more hoarse than when you had lost your fears of singing in front of someone, in front of Joel. You now went silent, just loving his embrace.
"Darlin'?" He now broke the silence after a minute or two, eyes still shut and not moving whatsoever. You gave a hum in response, just like he did earlier. "Ya' said to pick a number between three before ya' played earlier, were the other options real?" This was your favourite, vulnerable Joel.
"It was, and before you ask-" you pause, bringing your hand to the back of his head, just like earlier. You ran your fingers through his restless curls. "-I'll play the rest for ya'. Promise." Joel had obviously liked this answer, as he responded with a sloppy kiss to your collarbone.
You would learn every lyric in the world, every chord in the world, every strum in the world, just for Joel to be happy. You didn't want anything more in this world than for him to be happy. If he was happy, so were you.
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puppy love, paul anka
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Summertime Sadness
Pairing- Daryl x fem reader (some Rosita x reader if you squint)
Word count- 1.1k
Warnings- angst, implied panic attack, mentions of death, someone being beaten, starved Daryl :(
Setting- s7 Alexandria
Summary- The saviours come to collect their 50%, but when you see the condition Daryl is in it’s hard to cope.
“Oh my God,” I whispered “Daryl?” His name a symphony of worry on my lips. A name I used to say with such love now drained of its positivity and filled with fear instead.
Vulnerability shone through his eyes as he turned to me, “Y/N?”
As soon as my name fell from his lips, the end of a gun struck him straight in the jaw, the loud thud of his body hitting the ground echoed through the town.
My breath hitched and a tear rolled down my cheek as they hit him again, yelling at him, “SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TOO!”
“Leave him alone,” my voice choked up to the point where it came out in only a whisper.
“Let him go,” I cried louder this time, desperate to draw them away.
Hands wrapped around my mouth, too quick for me to react, my screams came out as muffled cries as I attempted to call for help.
But it was no use, I was dragged backwards into my house,
“Shh, you have to calm down, okay?” I immediately un-tensed at the sound of her voice.
“You gotta be tough, you do shit like that you’ll get all of us killed.” Rosita exclaimed sternly.
Her hands released me and she circled me until we were eye to eye.
“You’re not gonna be doing us any favours getting yourself killed,” it was clear to see she was still in grief, she was mourning a man she’d killed off in her mind a long time ago, only now he was truly gone and it was still sinking in.
She had become colder, no one could blame her, however all of us were too busy drowning in our own insurmountable grief and missing loved ones to pay attention to anything else.
I nodded at her like a school kid following her teachers orders then opened my mouth preparing to respond.
“Bam!” The door swung open.
“We said 50% didn’t we?!” His voice shook us to the core.
Whispers of the dead conquered my thoughts as I turned to look at him.
“Woah ho ho well you must be the girl?!”
Negan exclaimed following it with a slight laugh.
“Well you sure are a pretty thing ain’t ya!” His hand reached to my face as he said it, I stared him down, not daring to move but still not hiding my resentment.
“If I weren’t such a fan of your boy Daryl I think I’d have to make you one of my wives,” a sinister grin took over his face as my mine began to pale.
He leaned close to my ear, to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke, “Hell, im the boss, I could just do it anyway…”
I tried to hold back my anger, to not say anything out of fear of what he might do. But the idea of having to marry him sickened and overwhelmed me, “fuck you,” I snarled, eyes finally meeting his.
“You got some massive lady balls and I gotta say, I dig that.” He stated, pulling his face away.
“I’m so tempted to bring you home darling.” He finished, deep down I knew he was just teasing but the thought revolted me.
“I would never be the wife of someone like you,” I responded, my face scrunching up.
He looked at me still with that daring smile.
At that point I couldn’t taken it anymore, my rage boiled until finally, it spilled, I looked at him and let out a large wad of spit aiming it right at his leg.
“Go to hell,” I stated, storms in my eyes.
His face finally faltered as he stared at the stain on his trousers.
“Ho ho ho, you bitch,” he said grabbing the back of my hair and yanking me outside of the house.
“How about we put on a little show, huh darling” he purred in my ear.
I felt ill as he forced me to my knees and began to gesture with Lucille.
“Now I was gonna be nice today but it seems some of you still need an example of how to behave.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned as he spoke.
I didn’t cry, I was very careful to heed Rosita’s advice and made sure I didn’t once show my fear, Daryl however did not do the same…
“Y/N!” He screamed as if I was already dead.
“DONT TOUCH HER,” he cried with rage, “I’LL KILL YA!”
“Bring him,” calmly, he gestured to the woman on his right as he spoke.
She dragged him so he was diagonal to me, she then kept her hands on his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on me.
Now I knew to be scared but all I could think was how tired he looked, behind the rage and upset was masked malnutrition and exhaustion. I couldn’t help but worry.
“We’re gonna break up another couple tonight,” he laughed aiming and fake swinging his bat at me.
I grimaced at his statement recalling the story of what happened to Glenn and Abraham and the devastation Maggie and Sasha were left with.
“I’m sorry, you would’ve been a real treat to come home too but looks like you’re gonna end up another lost treasure.”
“Last chance to say goodbye lover boy,” Negan warned.
Daryl was screaming profanities at him, doing everything he could to divert Lucille’s attention to him instead but to my relief, his attempts failed…
That was when the countdown started…
“10…” my breathing quickened.
“9…” I could see Daryl’s mouth moving, his whole body scrambling beneath the saviours holding him back, but all I could hear was Negans voice.
“8…” “just continue to do this when you’re scared okay baby?” I could hear my mums voice infiltrating my thoughts, guiding me to breathe.
“7…” I can see the flowers, they look so pretty, especially now that the lilies have grown, my mother didn’t like lilies, she always loved roses.
“6…” I can see the sun, it shines so brightly today, beaming down its light onto all of us, I think of Daryl’s nickname for me.
“5…” I can see my friends, I love my friends. Part of me wishes I could see Maggie again, the other doesn’t want her to see this.
“4…” I can see the sky, it looks painted today, the way the clouds are floating looks ethereal.
“3…” I can see Daryl. My Daryl, I smile.
“2…” I can see the bat, it blocks the sun as it’s lifted high into the sky.
“1…” I can see Glenn and Abraham, I didn’t think I’d see them so soon but I’m happy-
“I’LL JOIN YA!” Silence overcame the crowd as Daryl pleaded.
“Just let her go, that’s all I ask” his voice quaked, there was a frantic look of desperation in his eyes.
Silence…
Negan chuckled before his face turned stern.
“Who are you?” He commanded in a teasing tone.
“I am Negan…”
#daryl dixion x reader#daryl dixon#twd daryl#the walking dead#daryl fanfiction#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x y/n#daryl x reader#rosita espinosa#negan smith#alexandria#twd alexandria
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Beg - Soap x AFAB reader
Soap fucks up on a mission and needs to beg for forgiveness
Warnings - 18+, explicit smut, dom/sub ish, p in v, submissive soap, power imbalance, roughish sex, just porn tbh
I have horrific ovulation pain and can’t sleep, so re-worked one of my old fics for Soap. I love this gif so much. He’s so fuckin cute. Anyway enjoy
‘What the fuck was that Soap?!’ You screamed as you slammed the door to your office. ‘You directly disobeyed an order Sergeant.’ Pinching the bridge of your nose you tried to steady your breathing. ‘He was gonna kill the you! And what you’re ok with that?!’
‘They weren’t gonna do shit, and you fuckin know it. You just wanted to be a fuckin saviour.’ You threw your hands up through sheer frustration.
Soap approached your desk, his combat boots echoed on the polished wooden floor. ‘What you want me to say? I ain’t gonna apologise for puttin’ that piece of shit down.’ You glared at him from behind your desk. ‘I’m not asking you to apologise John. I’m fucking furious with you. Do you even realise how much you’ve cost us with that stunt?!’ You were physically shaking, inside and out.
You didn’t want to be mad at him, in the long run he probably did you a favour by killing him. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, or if there was anything Soap could do right now to make it up to you.
You stood up from your chair and trudged to your office bar. ‘Want one?’ You said bluntly to him. He chewed his cheek, jaw tense, he was holding back. ‘Yeah.’ His gravelly voice cut through the tense atmosphere. You poured two Malt Whiskeys on the rocks and took a sip before handing Soap his. He swirled the liquor around before taking swig, his eyes locked with yours.
He’s a prick, but he’s gorgeous. Fuck. The butterflies raged in your stomach.
’That wasn’t my first time having a gun to my head John.’ you said calmly. You eyed your drink watching the dim orange glow of the lights bounce off the ice. ‘You kinda get used to it being in this line of work. You of all people should know that.’ you said bluntly. He grunted nodding his head. ‘What is it?’ You asked, perching yourself on the edge of your desk.
Soap thumbed the rim on his glass, his jaw working overtime. He didn’t like how well you could read him. You were a calm to his chaos, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He felt safe with you, after the multitude of missions you’d been on through the years, there was unwritten trust between the two of you. His innocent blue eyes flitted around the room before resting on your face. He licked his bottom lip and shook his head to side, a small grin swept across his lips.
‘Seein’ you like that? With a gun to your head. Reminded me of that hostage we lost in Moscow.’ You were stunned. You’d never seen Soap so vulnerable. ‘Needed to save you’ cause I couldn’t save her’ he continued. You peered at him over your crystal glass. His face appeared genuine, genuine concern for you and your life.
You sighed, ‘As … sweet as that is you had no right. We’re a team, and I’m your superior, you disobeyed me.’ He hung his head still thumbing the rim of his drink. ‘I know.’ he said softly. Seeing him like this shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. But seeing the way he berated himself for letting himself care about you, seeing him become so vulnerable, it gave you an idea.
‘Johnny?’ You whispered as you placed your glass down, your eyes lingered on the glass. His azure eyes looked up at you, waiting for you to scold him again. ‘Do you trust me?’ He re-adjusted himself in the chair, his hips bucked slightly, he brought him thumb to his mouth and nipped it gently. ‘Yeah?’
‘Beg.’
Soaps eyes widened. ‘What?’ You stood up, and adjusted the right pencil skirt that hugged your curves. ‘I want you to kneel and I want you to beg for my forgiveness.’ He twitched in the chair, you’d never been dominant in this way with him before. His eyes darted to the floor and back to yours.
He slowly slid to the front of the chair and sunk to his knees, never breaking eye contact with you. His combat boots creaked as they settled into their new position. He looked up at you with doe like eyes, a small smirk brushed across his lips. ‘Ma’am’ he grunted. Your heart was racing.
You had one of the 141 task force, in your office, on his knees.
You sat on the edge of your desk and placed your black patent stiletto on his collar bone, elongating your leg. His jaw clenched and rippled, not once breaking eye contact. ‘What to do with you McTavish? What. To. Do.’ You pushed your heel into his shirt and into his skin, pain wasn’t the aim of this. You knew he could handle pain well.
‘You disappointed me today Johnny. That will not do’ you cooed as you sipped your drink. ‘You can’t take away my disappointment, but I can take away your pleasure.’
Soap was knelt upright, attentive, taking in every word that slipped past your lips. You knew Soap had always wanted to touch you, feel your skin on his, you’d caught the way he looked at you.
He loves being in control. So, naturally you were going to deny him this. ‘You don’t touch me and you don’t close your eyes. Otherwise I’ll stop. Do you understand?’ You pressed your heel further into his skin hoping to cause a mark.
‘Ma’am’ he grunted, his eyes darted to your heel on his chest. He bowed his head and kissed your shoe, his breath lighting up on the black material. ‘Good.’
You stood up and placed two fingers under his chin directing him to stand. Soap slowly stood, his eyes took in every detail of you as he rose. Once stood above you, you stood inches away from him, you could see his forearms twitching with frustration at your rules. He was desperate to touch you, to feel you beneath him. Desperate to break you.
Pushing him backwards he resumed his position sat in the chair, hips splayed, legs apart. You climbed on top, straddling him. You leant into his neck and nipped it slightly before nipping at his ear, letting out a small faint moan. He was tense. You undid a few buttons on your black silk shirt revealing a tease of your cleavage. Soap watched your every move, drinking you in.
You bit down on his collar bone intending to make your mark on him. He gritted his teeth trying to hold in a moan. You lifted your head and lent into his face just shy of his lips. His thick, soft lips. ‘Mmm, good boy. You’re doing so well.’
You bit his bottom lip while your raked your nails through his hair and scalp. You gripped his hair and pulled back exposing his strong neck, pulse visible just beneath the surface. You ran your tongue along his pulsating artery and bit down again, harder. Soap bucked his hips against you, you snaked your hand down to his hard cock. ‘Shhh all in good time’ you whispered into the nape of his neck.
You were impressed at his restraint, he hadn’t moved once. His hands firmly by his side. Time to up the anti.
You sat up on your knees and slowly brought your middle and ring finger to his mouth. ‘Open.’ As he opened his mouth you inserted your fingers for him to suck. He complied. He watched as you inserted them into your wet pussy. Grinding your fingers against your spot, your other hand wrapped around his throat.
You pressed your forehead against his, breathing heavily against lips. Lazily slurring his name in between breathless moans. His breathing quickened, his legs twitched beneath you. You quickened your pace, chasing your high, hips swaying back and forth over him. He watched you wide eyed, seemingly unable to process the scene in-front of him.
He was right where you wanted him.
He was breaking.
You brought yourself close to the brink of orgasm but stopped. Slowly you brought your fingers to his mouth to taste you. He slowly sucked off the juices from your fingers and grazed them with his teeth. A small whimper broke deep within him.
Holding his gaze you undid his belt and trousers, the touch of your hand on his cock was enough. He released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, a smile broke out across his lips as he threw his head back. A guttural moan came from his throat as you worked his cock with your hand, smirking as you did so. He moved his hips in an attempt to feel more of you stroke him. You snatched his head back up to look at you, your eyes dark with desire. ‘What do you want Johnny?’ He swallowed hard, his mouth dry.
‘You’ he whimpered, his voice cracking with pure need.
You straddled him again before placing a deep needy kiss on his lips. ‘Then take it.’
This was all the permission Soap needed, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you onto his hips. He stood up and slammed your back onto your desk. He pushed into you, both of you letting out a breathy gasp as he stretched you open. His rhythm was brutal. He reached down and gripped your throat, his other hand grasping onto your hip. ‘God fuckin Damn’ he whispered under his breath. You raked your nails along his arms, moaning his name in between breaths.
Bringing your one had down to your clit you rubbed small circles as Soap slammed into you. The sound of skin on skin echoed in your office, you arched your back, legs wrapped around his waist. He ran his thumb across your lower lip ‘I’m close’ he muttered.
‘Cum for me Johnny, cum for me’ you mewled. His thrusts slowed, they became deeper. Just as he came in you, you found your own release. You caught a glimpse of him, his eyes rolled back as he bit his lip gripping onto your inner thigh.
As he was coming down from his high he placed his arm by your head and lent down to kiss you. Sighing into the kiss you cupped his face, ‘good boy.’ Soap stifled a laugh and his cheeks blushed a rosy pink.
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Shed Your Titles (Satoru Gojo x Reader) (NSFW)
Switching it up a little this time with Gojo plus my first nsfw, also reader being a mamaguro of her own because i love megumi with my entire heart
I'm not going to lie to you I almost entirely disassociated to my shuffled liked songs playlist and wrote half the smut section to Life is a highway by Rascal Flatts on accidental loop so I’m sorry if it’s incoherent as fuck lmaooo
warnings: established relationship, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP), praise, comfort sex
2.7k words
“Satoru!” You exclaim, “What on earth happened to him?” Megumi’s face is trickling blood and he’s heavily favouring one side of his body, clutching his ribs. You race up and cup the boys cheeks, tilting his head to get a better look as he grumbles, “Stop fussing, I’ll be fine,” His futile attempts at batting your hands away do nothing to deter your anger at the white haired sorcerer beside him, “What on earth did you do?” “Why do you assume everything is my fault?” Gojo says, “Come on, you think I sent him out there because I knew he’d get hurt?”
You roll your eyes, “I’m not assuming it’s your fault, but you did send him out on this mission, only for him to come back looking like he’s just stepped out of a fight club, so what the hell happened?” Gojo grabs you by your arm as Shoko appears from her office and collects Megumi, pulling you off to the side, “He was supposed to retrieve one of Sukuna’s fingers,” He whispers, leaning down into your space, “But the boy he met who had it ended up eating it to save Megumi and his two classmates from a powerful curse,” Your eyes widen, “Is the other boy-?” He shakes his head, “It’s worse than what you think, Sukuna manifested inside him,”
You find yourself unable to say anything, your mouth wide open as you stare at Gojo. He shifts a little and then taps your chin up to jokingly close it, shocking you back into words, “Is he okay?!” You whisper-yell. He shrugs, “He seems to have some level of control over Sukuna, the discipline he carries over his body is unprecedented, but the elders are terrified and want me to execute him,” He brings his hand from your chin to his, thinking, “Megumi asked me to protect him, let him live, and I intend to do just that as soon as we figure out his standing when he wakes up,”
Your mind is still racing a marathon, you can’t even begin to imagine the consequences this will have, a thousand year old curse in modern day society. Especially with how powerful Sukuna is said to be, but you bottle up these fears and shake your head, “Have you lost your mind?” You ask. He laughs, a loud sound that carries, “Not recently, I was hoping you’d jump on this bullet train ride with me, see where it takes us,” He lowers his blindfold a tad, just enough to meet your eyes, “Darling, he’s a good kid, I’m sure you’ll love him when you meet him,” He murmurs, taking your chin again in his other hand, “Trust me, please?”
You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut and shoulders slumping, before you push forwards and bury your face in his chest. The blindfold falls to rest limp on top of your head and his arms tighten around your back and waist, “I’ll take that as a…?” He coaxes softly, making you groan, “Fine! I’m on your side, it’s not right to kill a kid when he just wanted to protect others, is that what you wanted to hear?” You grumble against his black jacket. “Great!” He scoops you up and spins around once before putting you back on your feet, albeit a little dazed, “I’m gonna go keep an eye on the vessel, you stay with Megumi,” He pats your shoulder, “See you later!”
You can do nothing to stop him leaving as you shake your head to clear away the daze, resigned to follow after Megumi and watch over him as Shoko treats his wounds. Once finished, you allow him to lean on your shoulder as you take him back to his room, “How are you?” You ask as you sit beside him on his bed. He huffs, “You don’t need to be so fussy, I’m alright,” You put your hand on his knee, “Megumi,” You murmur, “Please, let me be worried about you,” He shifts towards the pillows, moving the covers until he can slip under them, lying on his uninjured side without replying. A few moments of contemplative silence pass by as you look out the window, thoughts elsewhere, when his voice brings you back to the present, “Well, aren’t you going to tuck me in?” He grunts.
You smile softly, “I thought you were too old for that kind of thing,” You tilt your head, examining him, “Tell me what happened, Gumi,” You murmur, shifting up and bringing the covers with you, sitting in front of him with your legs off the bed as he shifts back to make space. He looks up, a shimmer of vulnerability in his eyes, “I wasn’t strong enough,” He sighs, “I told him to run, but he insisted on staying, and then gambled eating the finger to save everyone,” You brush some of his hair back from his forehead, “I suppose I should thank him for that, shouldn’t I?” You say, “After all, he brought you back to me,”
When Gojo took Megumi and Tsumiki in you’d had your doubts considering who Megumi’s father was, and Gojo wasn’t exactly ‘father’ material, but that was fine because he never pretended to be their dad. He simply guided them through life his own way and silently protected Megumi from the Zenin clan, like any reasonable person would. You’d been the only one out of the female sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech to take an immediate affectionate liking to Megumi, much to his chagrin, and that had meant you eagerly secured your spot in the softer maternal role he’d been lacking since his mother died. He liked to pretend he was annoyed when you doted on him, but over the years you learned to read him better than anyone else, making you the one he called if he needed to talk to someone. He’d also been the reason you’d eventually realised your feelings for Gojo, though you thought them to be in vain, Megumi had convinced you otherwise when you caught the pair of them scheming and he’d immediately confessed he was helping the man with his master plan to ask you out to dinner.
Megumi’s face flushes lightly, “Yeah,” He murmurs, “But now Sukuna is back, so was it really worth it? I could have prevented that,” You shush him softly, “If anything, Gojo should have been more alert and ready to step in, especially dealing with those damn fingers, tch,” You snort, “But from what I’ve heard, the boy can suppress Sukuna, so there’s that at least,” His eyes close and he relaxes into the pillow. “I’ll let you get some rest, but there’s one more thing,” You say, “Why did you ask Gojo to spare him if you’re so worried about Sukuna?” He cracks one eye open, “I don’t know,” He mutters, “Just felt like it was right,”
You sigh, “Alright, sleep well Gumi, I’ll see you later,” You murmur, touching your hand to his arm briefly before standing and leaving his room. You take a few deep breaths in the hallway once the door is shut, before steeling yourself and setting off to go let out some steam on the school’s training field.
After a good few hours of training, time well spent since the second years were drawn in and ended up training with you for a while before leaving for dinner, Gojo shows up once more with a pink-haired boy in tow. You can sense the immense cursed energy coming from him even from a distance, it rivals that of Gojo’s energy and you have to calm yourself as they approach. “Hey!” Gojo raises a hand in greeting and you find it in yourself to smile weakly, “Thought you’d like to meet our newest first year, Yuji Itadori,” You bow slightly to the boy, “It’s good to meet you, I’m Y/n L/n, I’ll be your other teacher,” He bows in response before looking up, “Does that mean you’re as powerful as Gojo?”
You look pointedly at Gojo for a moment before rolling your eyes and shaking your head, “No, as unfortunate as it is he’s the most powerful of us at the moment, I just happen to have a proficiency in teaching so I can pick up the slack where he’s lacking,” Yuji looks at Gojo like he hung the stars in the sky and you chuckle, “I’m hope your time here is fulfilling,” You murmur, “Cherish what you love,” He nods, grinning happily, “I will,” “Go on Yuji, go get some sleep,” Gojo waves him off and the head of pink hair disappears off towards the boys dorm.
When he’s out of sight you reach up and gently cup Gojo’s face in your hands, “Thank you,” You murmur, “For bringing Megumi back to me,” He smiles softly, leaning into your touch, “I’ll never be able to save everyone, but I’ll always do everything in my power to save him,” He breathes, “We may not be his parents, but he’s our son,” He leans down and presses his lips to yours, warmth spreading through your body as you sink into his touch. His hands clutch your hips, clingy and fiddling with the edge of your shirt as you reach up and remove his blindfold, stuffing it into your pocket. He is insistent, seeking out your warmth and your skin and tasting you with everything he can.
You pull back only slightly, looking deeply into the hazy blue as he stares back, eyes half-lidded as he pants, “Are you okay?” You murmur, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, “Megumi will live, but you…” You brush his hair back, “Please, promise me you’ll talk to me if you need to?” He nods, blinking slowly, his six eyes taking in excessive information about your body and your energy. It’s strange, you can almost feel where his eyes pass over as he examines you, but it’s never been invasive, he’s always done this to make sure you’re okay reuniting after missions. “I love you,” He murmurs, “I’m so happy you’re alive, so happy you’re with me,” He mumbles, “I promise, I promise you my life, my everything,”
The weight of the Gojo name seems to lift from his shoulders for a brief few moments and you do everything you can to stay in this little bubble, “I love you too,” You whisper, “Satoru,” He tugs your arms lightly and you follow him back to the small house you share on campus before he presses you up against the back of the door, “Please, please, I need you,” He whines softly. His vulnerability is written all over his face and it almost makes you cry, “I need you so badly,” You nod, “I’m right here, Satoru, I’m yours,”
He pushes his face into your neck, licking and biting as tears drip onto your shoulder, his hands grabbing at your curves through your tight fitted clothing. You become pliant under his touch, one hand buried in his hair and the other over his shoulders as he lifts you and carries you to the bed you share. “You’re so pretty,” He mumbles against your skin, lifting his head to reveal his eyes, almost entirely black with a thin ring of the bright blue you know and love barely showing. “Satoru,” You coo softly as you softly undress one another, quickly becoming a heated tangle of limbs and tongues. Your fingertips trace down his chest and he shivers lightly, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before crawling over you, caging you beneath him. He watches you intently as his hand trails down, fingers dipping slightly into the wet heat between your legs, “So wet for me, huh doll?” He smiles, giddy with love.
His pupils are practically heart shaped as he gently works one finger into your warmth, making you gasp and arch your back up off the bed. His other hand kneads your breast lightly, tongue flicking out to caress your nipple. Soft moans and breathy repeats of his name fall from your lips as he works you open on his finger, curling it inside you to graze the spot that makes your vision blurry with ecstatic tears. “Y/n,” He groans, pushing a second and third finger inside with little to no preamble, making you grit your teeth a little as you squirm, “You can take it, I know you can,” He murmurs, lips trailing over your bared neck, “Such a good girl,”
You nod breathlessly, moaning as you screw your eyes shut with pleasure, “Satoru!” You cry out as his thumb pushes up against your clit, kneading the area softly. “Good girl, say my name,” He rumbles, swallowing your moans with his mouth for a moment as his hips rut against your thigh, desperate for some contact. You moan and tug him away from your lips with your hand knotted in the hair at the back of his head, “Please, please, Satoru I need you so bad,” You whine, trying to close your thighs as you feel the knot in your stomach build up, “Wanna cum with you!” He looks just as wrecked as you feel and his hips stutter against yours again, his hot length slipping through your folds with ease.
He blinks and shakes his head, dislodging your hand which falls to rest on your own chest, his hand reaching down to grab the base of his cock and pumping it a couple of times to spread the precum. He bites his lip as he properly shifts his knees between your legs, pulling your hips up towards his with his exceptional strength and then lining himself up. “I love you so much,” He whispers, “Never wanna let you go,” He groans as he pushes the tip inside, your toes curling and back arching. His hesitation only lasts for a moment before he drags you to him by your hips and pulls you into a seated position on his thighs, sinking you the entire way down his cock.
You slump against him, arms over his shoulders with his fingers digging into your hips as he lifts you up slightly so he can thrust shallow and hard, “Fuck, so pretty, this pussy’s all mine,” He grunts, slurping his tongue all over your neck and chest as he leaves teeth marks and bruises in hectic patterns. You’re lost in the feeling of his cock pressing insistently against the sensitive places inside you and dragging against your walls, “S-Satoru~” You moan, “M’ close!” You cry out, gripping the hair at the back of his head as he increases his pace, his eyes drawing you in almost hypnotizing you, “Me too doll,” He mutters, “Can you come with me? Be a good girl,” He leans in to whisper against your ear, his muscles tensing. You nod, “Yes, yes, g’nna cum with you, please!” You whine, clenching hard around him as the knot in your stomach snaps, your walls pulsing around him.
You go limp in his arms as he pushes himself to the hilt, crying out and burying his face against your neck as he holds you close, letting his body fall forwards so he’s resting on your chest. His warmth fills you and then spills out past where you’re connected, trickling down your ass and onto the sheets, but you can’t find it in you to care right now. You slowly remove your fingers from his hair and rub his scalp gently as the two of you find your way back down to earth, his heartbeat thumping against your own and his breath hot on your neck. “Satoru,” You whisper, voice hoarse, “I love you,”
His only reply is a hum and the softest butterfly kisses with both his eyelashes and his lips on your skin, pushing himself closer to you despite the combination of sweat and cum that slicks your skin. Right here right now, he is allowed to just be Satoru, and can shed the titles and the responsibility that he’s carried since birth. Being the strongest means nothing if you have nobody to love, and you vow to make sure that he will always have someone to love, be that you or Megumi, so he doesn’t ever come close to losing himself.
I hope y'all enjoyed my first nsfw work, I don't often write nsfw because i get halfway through and get writers block or don't write it very long so I hope what I wrote here is of sufficient length :)
remember my requests are open if you have something in mind! <3
#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#satoru gojo#megumi fushiguro#yuji itadori#jujutsu kaisen#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x you#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#gojou x reader#satoru gojou#gojou satoru x y/n
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Imagine | ProHero!Bakugou x Villain!Reader #2
a/n: I felt like writing some insight to what i meant when i say you and bakugou working together is somehow worse than you two going against each other. Because, yes, its that bad haha.
she/her reader
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Imagine being tangled in wires and each other like cats in yarn, with you strapped to katsu's leg, trying to wiggle yourself free like a dying fish while reading the manual upside down for katsu who is frantically defusing a bomb with only his left hand because his right is stuck to your face.
"Why do we always end up like this?"
"20 years of friendship and i still have no fucking clue."
"Red wire or white?"
"Re- WAIT. WAIT. NO. WHITE."
"FUCK YOU. ARE TRYING TO GET US KILLED."
"BITCH YOU TRY READING FROM THIS ANGLE. NOW FLIP THE PAGE."
*sigh of god's most tortured soul*
"Y/n. I only have one hand free."
"Well good for you. I have none. Now. Flip- OW. OW KATSU MY HAIR. MY HAIRRR"
"STOP FUCKING SQUIRMING. I CAN'T REACH THE DAMN THING FROM HERE."
*3 minutes left on timer*
*incoherent screeching*
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Its usually why you rarely have anyone else on comms- because no one can stand you guys' stupid 😭.
"Red, are you hearing this psychopath??"
"Shitty hair, if you take her side I'm going to blast your ass into next thursday-"
"Don't threaten him into admitting you were right! You KNOW you're fucking NOT."
"YES, I FUCKING AM-"
"OH YEAH? LETS PUT IT OUT THERE THEN. SEE WHAT THE PUBLIC THINKS OF THE NUMBER ONE HERO DRINKING HIS COFFEE WITH HOT SAUCE-"
"ITS AN ACQUIRED TASTE-"
"ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING IS WHAT IT IS. RED TELL HIM-"
"..."
*red has left the call*
*pinky has come online*
"...HI GUYS PINKY HERE. Red had to um-"
"Pinky please tell this psycho that hot sauce in coffee is fUCKING-"
"Ohhhh its you two...... Yea, nope :D." *call disconnected*
"HAH."
"THAT WAS NOT A *YES* YOU FUCKING-"
But weirdly no one is ever too worried about you two fucking up on missions. You're both the best in the field. Feral, reckless and a little insane? Sure. But you get the job done.
A cross between lawful evil and chaotic evil.
"Can we just kill him?"
"No."
"...can i just kill him?"
"No."
"You've read the file! I'll be doing the world a favour by offing trash like him."
"This world has laws that you are binded to. And the law said fucking no."
"...please?"
"..."
"How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in this conditions?"
*big sigh*
"Fine. Mess him up. No killing. Death's too good for him."
":D!! I feel like I should be worried about the number one hero's morals but FUCK YEAH! VIOLENCE! >:D"
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You're also not against smacking the stupid out of your bestfriend, especially when he gets a little too reckless on the job. Injured or not. It never works but it makes you feel better at least.
"Please stop getting shot. It stresses me out."
"Oh well if you don't fucking like it- PUT THOSE HANDS AWAY I'M INJURED YOU HEARTLESS WENCH-"
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Its not just him tho. You're BOTH stupid. It goes both ways. ✨️ b a l a n c e ✨️
"Why are you like this."
"Idk, man. I think its the anxiety."
"The anx- BITCH YOU JUST JUMPED OUT A 12 STOREY BUILDING."
"DON'T YELL AT ME I LITERALLY JUST TOLD YOU I HAVE ANXIETY"
"'I haVe aNxiETy' she says, yeeting herself out the window because the elevator is 'sUS'."
"Small spaces makes me twitchy-"
"AND JUMPING OUT A FUCKING BUILDING DOESN'T??"
"( ; ω ; )"
"Fuck you."
"I deserve that."
"THE FUCK YOU DO-"
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I feel like as much as it seems like a bad idea for both parties involved, neither you can help that your work life bleeds into your regular life as well. And you both surprisingly manage it well around each other.
"Have you heard about that new hero??"
"You talking about that air brained newbie?"
"Oh my god, so he WAS dumb! I literally thought you guys were using him as bait!"
"We weren't. He's just fucking stupid."
"I almost felt bad knocking him out :("
"Nah, you're fine. In fact, you should've hit him harder. Maybe give him a concussion or hell a scar as a souvenir. Make sure the lesson fucking sticks."
"You are worryingly condoning of violence for the number one hero, Katsu."
"Bitch, have you met me?"
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Another thing that i thing could go awfully wrong is literally planning out your work plans together but you two are just??? So trusting of the other to never double cross you.
"Wait, what? Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because thats the nearest and fastest exit to the train station. I can cut down on 10 whole minutes and i need that time to catch the train."
"But its the riskiest, you fucking dumbass. Look, you have four other exits WHY would you pick the one you KNOW the heroes would target?"
"Because MATHS SAID-"
"You know what just let me do it-"
"Katsu no-"
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You give each gray hairs but you both of you were ready to risk your neck for the other.
"Having you as my bestfriend is like having an emotionally unstable daughter that never listens."
"...but?"
"There's no buts. You give me migraines."
":("
Yeah. You love each other.
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a/n: hehe
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Mc lifting the Brothers up
Original
sorry it took so long lost interest in writing for a while
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Lucifer:
how did you even manage that without dying? or rather without Lucifer killing you
also Lucifer would be impressed that you could pick him up with ease
would he ever tell you that? of course not he´ll take this piece of information to his grave
and he´ll scream at you to put him down
and you´re lucky if you don´t have to hang for this
or get house arrest or really any kind of punishment
would be even worse for Lucifer if you stopped him from doing his work
Mammon:
really happy that you´re holding him but like always he has to be a tsundere about it
he will insist that you put him down but actually just wants you to keep holding him
he also tries to use you as a getaway car (human)
needless to say this rarely works either because
you are a Human and he owes a lot of money to demons, you just drop him or throw him to the being he owes something because you think it´s hilarious or he has to pay you for being his escape route
Leviathan:
he fucking loses it
the shut in Otaku getting surprise affection? this will completely destroy him
he actually shut down after you picked him up
Levi was just lying on the ground, you were laughing like a maniac and Lucifer just ignored it because he can´t deal with this today
you are nice enough to make sure he isn´t hurt though (and you don´t make fun of him)
you also feed Henry for no reason other that he would deserve from treats for all the shit he has to watch
Satan:
both of you were in a cat café and you just picked him up to get to the kittens faster
Satan barely reacted though he just went “huh guess this is faster”
the only thing is that you didn´t immediately released him
and than shocked that you just dropped him in favour of the kittens
I mean he would do the same thing but it´s a surprise because this is you
he hates to admit it but it was kinda nice getting carried by you
but he would kill you if you dropped him again doesn´t matter if there are cats or not (this is a lie he would get distracted by the cats)
Asmodeus:
he loves it and insists on you carrying him everywhere
and will loudly complain and bother you if you refuse
he will also show you with something along the lines “look at my wonderful Human they can carry me around so easily”
he will also use you to carry all of his bags, he could easily carry them on his own he just doesn´t want to
he would also carry you
you do not know why or how but it´s surprisingly fun
but he would also insist that you have to spend the entire day with him
so choose carefully
Beelzebub:
he´s pleasantly surprised that you could just pick him up like that
but he is worried that you would hurt yourself
but he likes being the one being held now
he would also invite you to his workouts
either so you can get stronger or you could cheer him on
you actually do have to be careful though
for some reason when you pick Beel up he sometimes tries to bite you
neither of you know why you just know that it happens
Belphegor:
doesn´t care
he doesn´t have to walk? great he will just take a nap now
I do have to warn you not to do it more than once or twice because Belphie will not leave you alone otherwise
he wants to take a nap? better find Mc
he needs someone to carry him away? Oh look there is Mc!
yeah he will take full advantage of this (and he uses as a way to make his brothers jealous)
#obey me!#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#lucifer avatar of pride#obey me brothers#obey me mammon#mammon avatar of greed#obey me leviathan#leviathan avatar of envy#obey me satan#satan avatar of wrath#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus avatar of lust#obey me beelzebub#beelzebub avatar of gluttony#obey me belphegor#belphegor avatar of sloth
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here we go again
yet again, I speculate about the character who is only mentioned within Fallout 4- here’s what Cutler as a companion would look like if he survived the mutant hive.
You can find him working with Danse in Cambridge Police Station, and accompanies both of you to Arc-Jet and the Prydwen.
It would be that you get a choice who you want to take as a companion, but for BOS missions you can take em both and have a whole wall of power armour to protect you :)
Equipped with T-60b power armour with Knight paint- but you can command him out of it (gasp) Wields a laser rifle, but in major battles has a Gatling laser. Can take less damage than eg. Danse or Curie but can also access terminals up to the Expert level. Gifts you scrap that can be sold for a decent amount of caps or repurposed for materials.
Perk: Brothers in Arms
15% more damage while travelling with any companion that is neutral or allied with the BOS/ Minutemen
important- Blind Betrayal
you can take him along with you for BB and he has a lot of unique dialogue. Will absolutely hate both agreeing to executing and killing Danse- there’s a hard level speech check to make him stay after carrying out Maxson’s orders, being removed as a companion if you fail. If Danse ends up dead and Cutler stays with you, he’ll have a vendetta not for the BOS but for Maxson, and will confide in you his desire to see the man dead. If you bring him to the Prydwen, he'll approach Arthur, verbally berate him and drive a switchblade into his throat. This makes him (but not you) enemies with the faction; you’ll also notice he wears Danse‘s holotags after the mission.
supportive of Danse despite him being a synth, if anything caring more to protect him from their enemies. Remains allied with the Brotherhood if he lives, but more timid/ less of a personality with them
likes:
Kind decisions, being generous
anything in favour of the brotherhood/ Minutemen (loves)
Not using violence when applicable
aiding Danse (loves)
sarcastic dialogue choices
hacking unowned terminals
dislikes:
Being kind towards supermutants (hates)
helping the Institute (hates)
unjust cruel action (have a reason next time)
Being harsh in dialogue
lockpicking
pro-institute choices
neutral on synths, ghouls, the Railroad etc. isn't as extremist with the Brotherhood’s views as most soldiers, and believes more in Lyons' core beliefs than Maxson's.
Keeps the best interests of Commonwealth civilians at heart, will not show prejudice to most and is kind/ trusting in manner. Him and Danse have banter while travelling/ in settlements together, and possibly non-romanceable because why not, let's have a couple where one isn't dead.
some dialogue for an idea:
talking to settlers
Knight Cutler: Yeah. We'll sort a relay line out soon, don't you worry. It's our duty as the Brotherhood of Steel to protect.
about BB
Knight Cutler: What the fuck have you done, Knight? Is this- is this some kind of sick joke? You put a bullet in his head when he needed you most, and now you won't even pay your damn respects... consider our partnership over. What you've done... it's despicable, to say the least. Why couldn't you let me pull the trigger? Perhaps it would've done him more good to see the face of someone who cared before...
to MacCready
Knight Cutler: MacCready! Long time, no see- how's Duncan doing these days?
MacCready: Much better thanks to this one's help (gestures to sole). Take care of yourself out there, Cutler. Wouldn't want to see a good guy like you blown to bits.
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Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-4}
A/n: Welcome to chapter 4! For those who reached this far I thank you guys for supporting this series!
So here it iss ✨
The use of coloured fonts is to portray their telepathic conversations. Pink for Eunbi and Blue for Jeno
The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here
Jeno's
"No. I can't. I won't." I told dad who sighed and removed his glasses.
"Jeno, your whole life I've let you do whatever you wanted and gave you whatever you asked for. Please just do this favour for me. Just this once." dad pleaded making me look at him in panic.
Why do you look so...sad?
"I'll do it. Just...don't be so sad dad." I said as he looked at me.
"You'll do it?" he asked light coming back into his face as I gave him my best smile, even though it was forced.
"But why all of a sudden?" I asked as he motioned me to sit next to him on the couch.
"All my life, I grew up hating the Na family. I wasted my whole youth trying to kill their leader and so did he. But I never realised that all that time we could've been allies and friends instead of enemies.
But we were too late as our children grew up to hate each other too. I recently met him and we talked not as enemies but as friends. We both have the same wish for peace between our gangs. Both you and his daughter are the beloved treasures of each gang so if the both of you come together, the gangs will too." dad said as clenched my fist under the table.
He's sick...I don't want to upset him further...but then again I did want the rivalry to end.
"Okay. I'll do it." I said making dad smile brightly and pull me in for a hug.
"I knew I could count on you." he said making me soften as I hugged him back.
"Now, let's go! We wouldn't want to be late to meet your beautiful bride would we?" he said making me do a double take.
"Wait...WHAT?"
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Eunbi's
The thought of marrying Jeno, Lee Jeno the dumbass. Oh my gosh, please tell me this is a dream. As I touched up my makeup in the wash room I couldn't help but clench my fist.
"Even if I hate it...the face dad made when I said yes. I haven't seen him this happy ever since..." I trailed as I looked down.
Mom left
I took a deep breath and reapplied my lip gloss and checked my hair before going out to see Lee Jeno and his father I suppose.
As he not informed? Why does he look so shocked?
"There's my Princess. This is my daughter Eunbi." I smiled and greeted Jeno's father who looked at me and smiled brightly.
"What a beautiful daughter you have. Nice to meet you, Eunbi." he said kindly as I smiled.
"Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you...and you." I trailed when I made eye contact with Jeno.
"Jeno, won't you introduce yourself to Eunbi?" his father encouraged when Jeno sighed.
What the hell is his problem? Many people wish to marry a beauty like me but here I am accepting to marry this douchebag. Can't he at least be happy?
"We already know each other." he trailed looking away when I smiled.
"We dooo~ how did we first meet again?" I pretended to think and smirked internally when his eyes jolted towards me.
"Oh, that's good to hear you're both already acquainted!" dad exclaimed as I smiled and threatened him with my eyes.
'If you don't wan't me to expose the truth, you better fucking behave in front of my dad.' I told him with my eyes.
'The fuck is your deal?" he replied with his eyes.
'Uh uh uhh...wouldn't want daddy to know would we?" I retaliate as he huffs.
"Look at them, already lost in each others eyes." Jeno's father said as me and Jeno were brought back to reality as we awkwardly laughed.
"Don't worry we were just messing with you. We're not monsters who will just let our kids marry each other like that for our own gains." dad says making us furrow our brows and look at him.
"We just need the both of you to act like lovesick fools who are deeply in love with each other to ease the tension and hopefully stop the violence between our gangs." Jeno's dad said making the both of us punch the ain in victory.
"Yes!" we said in unison making both the men laugh.
"Ah, so you two didn't want the marriage." dad said making me widen my eyes.
"Dad, no-" his laugh cut me off.
"It's all good but we just need the both of you to act as realistically in love as you can. You're brothers must never know." Jeno's dad said making me furrow my brows.
"No one except the four of us should find out. I expect this information to only be known by us. It should, under no circumstances be known to anyone else." dad said seriously as the both of us nodded.
After talking for a while we left to retreat to our respective homes for the night.
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The next day came in a blink and Eunbi was peacefully having dinner when the roaring sounds of a bike greeted her eardrums.
She let out a sigh and walked towards the balcony of her dining room only for her eyes to bulge out at the sight of Jeno leaning on his bike, his back facing her.
She quickly ran in and took a grape from the fruit bowl making her father chuckle, already knowing why. Eunbi aimed and threw the grape towards the back of his head when his hand swiftly caught it without looking. He popped the grape in his mouth and turned around.
"Hurry up, will you. We don't have time." he just said and turned back around making Eunbi run to her father who was peacefully enjoying his meal.
"What is he doing here dad??" she whisper screamed as her father chuckled.
"He wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't pick you up and drop you off would he?" her father said making her groan as she left to get dressed.
After dressing up she headed out towards Jeno who looked at her and sighed.
"What took you so long?" he complained as she looked around and smacked his head.
"We will continue this at school." she said before taking the extra helmet from his hand and putting it on. She then got on the bike and wrapped her hands around Jeno's waist making him jolt.
"Don't hold my waist." he warned as Eunbi scoffed.
"As if like I want to, I'm only doing this because I don't want to fall off. Now drive." she commanded as he huffed and drove his bike to college.
Before reaching the college they stopped at a secluded area where no one could see them and he drove off. Eunbi couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the black kawasaki and its rider drive away.
"Guess this is my life now." she said with a bored expression as she walked towards the same direction with an exasperated sigh.
Let's see how baby Eunbi and Baby Jeno get through their days as a secret (fake) couple 😩✨
That's it for this chapter 💖✨
You can find Chapter 5 here
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"Ants From Up There" - Analysis
The tragedy of pouring from an empty heart
Music by Black Country, New Road. Essay by Quinn K.
[I made this little text because I felt like writing something about this album, since I still think about it and listen to it a lot, to this day. Hope you enjoy.]
cw: toxic relationship dynamics, blood, weight-loss mention, drowning mention, cancer mention
To a lot of people, there's an undeniable pull to giving. The idea of committing to something - or somebody - greater than one's self is alluring to many. And in commitment of that kind, to give is normal; giving money, giving time, giving attention, giving possessions.
When we truly believe in something - or somebody - and want the object of our adoration to thrive, we'll give our hearts' contents away.
...To a lot of people, there's an undeniable pull to receiving gifts.
The contradiction is obvious, as is the problem - giving is finite, and receiving is infinite.
Black Country, New Road's sophomore effort "Ants From Up There" tells of a doomed situation like that. The Concorde Fallacy, named after the multinational Concorde agreement (more commonly known as the sunk cost fallacy) is primarily used in economics, but slots perfectly into place with the mental and physical drain of a painful, struggling relationship that flies using only one insidious fuel: Commitment.
Human beings can be addicting; when their favour is hard-won, it's all the sweeter when you do get it. It doesn't matter if the person you loved has categorically ignored you when you asked for their attention, belittled you and your boundaries, taken what you had until you were lacking, hurt you - If they smile at you, it's worth it. If they compliment you, suddenly, it's worth it. If they fuck you, it's worth it.
And you don't even see the tear-stained pillowcases in the wash; you don't notice your health declining, the weight you lose; you don't understand your friends telling you that the relationship is bad for you, because surely, “who I put this much care into must care too, right - right!?” All these warnings dissolve into an ambient buzz, background radiation; they become a hurt so familiar it grows unquestioned.
The song “Concorde” says it a little like this: You wouldn't even notice the relationship was killing you if it was a cancerous growth, diagnosed by a doctor.
Human inertia dictates to keep doing what you've been doing. To keep worshiping at their altar, and, in the small gestures that are oh-so meaningful to you, be rewarded.
"Ants From Up There" showcases this short-circuit in the human mind with an arresting amount of immediacy, intimacy and nuance. It even acknowledges the most horrible part of it all:
You do it to yourself.
People can only walk over your boundaries if they’re violent - or - if you let them; and having trusted somebody who, at the time, you thought you had every reason to trust, can feel like your own mistake.
The muddiness of emotional truth is hard to divide apart - “Ants From Up There” doesn’t try to do so, but instead, pits one side of the relationship - the giver - entirely against himself. The album’s protagonist, Isaac (whose story, while likely autobiographical, I’ll treat as fictional so as to not analyse real people) is filled with self-loathing both over perceived personal inadequacies, chambered in a gun’s barrel pointed at himself, and a clear belief that his commitment to the other person - who’s nicknamed “Concorde” throughout the album - gives his impossible soul some kind of purpose, elevates him by virtue of his servitude of her ghastly better-ness.
When you treat a human being as better, as an object of worship, you're likely to be seen as an object in return: As useful, and disposable. The song “Good Will Hunting” examines this most closely, with a short parable of a hull breach on a starship, with “Concorde” taking the only escape-pod and filling it with things most important to her - leaving Isaac, the disposable, behind.
Isaac also believes that he, himself, is helpless - and to an extent, he becomes it, as he spends all energy he used to spare for self-care on caring for his relationship instead. In “The Place Where He Inserted The Blade”, Isaac not only fails to understand how to cook a simple meal after a recipe out of his interdependency on his partner’s approval and praise, but, on the metaphorical side, where and how he was hurt, what actually happened.
“Good morning - Show me the place where he inserted the blade!”
Notably, he speaks of a “he”, rather than a “she”. Until the very final moments of the album, Isaac is incapable of conceiving that “Concorde” was capable of hurting him; he instead seeks the blame within.
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Sometimes, I wonder if people on the final flight of the Concorde were sad. About the end of an era, or the end of a peace-project between several nations; the end of a commitment. In retrospect, I assume they probably weren’t - it was just a flight like any other, standard procedure. And after all, they were just passengers. Bystanders.
Maybe, the flight would have been more notable if it had ended with a crash.
Many relationships like the one portrayed in this album exist. They’re a dime-a-dozen, many people take too much, and many people give more than they can; and in some way, “Ants From Up There” seems painfully aware of this. It balances it out through this intense specificity and an emotional rawness that few - maybe no - other albums released in 2022 can match. And through being specific while simultaneously aware of the commonness of its story - interspersing more direct allusions to Isaac and “Concorde’s” relationship with abstract pieces about similarly-shaped situations between unnamed characters - it invites the listener in. It allows them to examine themselves in relation to that hurt.
There isn’t much to learn from “Ants From Up There”; it’s a tragedy. Though written in present tense, it’s been played, recorded, and pressed to physical media; it’s a done affair. Isaac’s life was forever changed by “Concorde”, and though he comes to the realisation of the magnitude of this hurt in the closing minutes of the finale “Basketball Shoes”, and purports some small manner of internal healing earlier in that song, for us, there’s nothing to do but feel for Isaac, and, in the way that his struggles mirror our own, be cleansed.
“Oh, your generous loan to me - Your crippling interest!”
Isaac screams this, tears pouring down his face, closing the album. To the last moment, even knowing his hurt, he feels he has taken from her, not that he was exploited. The name Isaac means “the one who laughs” in Hebrew; an irony like that is stronger than fiction.
If a lesson must be extrapolated for all this hurt to be worth something, I suppose it’s this:
No matter the heights of your altruistic love, no matter the depths of your self-loathing, eventually, you have to stop pouring from an empty heart, or drown in your own blood.
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Hi love your writing, keep up the good work! Also is it ok if i request of btas, arkham riddler with a s/o who acts like makima from chainsaw man. Perhaps you can make eddie a yandere if you're ok with it!
Necessary Evil
Yandere Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Makima-like Reader
A fight for dominance through withholding one another's wants and needs.
Sooo I haven't seen Chainsaw Man but i have read up as best as I could for Makima and gosh isn't she a darling/j but I hope I did her character interpretation justice!
Warning: This chapter might contain suggestive and Yandere themes, that may be uncomfortable to some.
There is something about two dominant people fighting who gets the upper hand. Edward was particularly defensive about it, constantly asserting and making himself appear the more cerebrally superior. Edward, the "I can do anything and everything in the best way possible, so you best chose me. Love me. Obey me" kind of Yandere. Then there was you, playing into his little game, knowing which strings to pull for him to do your bidding. It was just so fucking easy to make him think he is in control.
Everything he does was to appeal to you, he claims it is simply him showing the natural skillset no one will ever possess but deep down, he does it all for you. He wanted you, because you are the most unattainable of all, the best for him. Oh, playing hard and yet simultaneously, easy to give in? Hot and cold and complicated... Just like his machines, oh he could definitely fix you to be purely his.
What you ask of him is vigilante by nature, necessary evil, if you may say so yourself. No harm of manipulating an eager, possessive narcissist who is always hell-bent of proving himself as the most superior. In exchange for favours from him varying from machines to information, you grant him a touch of your flesh. This is where you play the game of light switch. By giving him all the validation he craves, the touch, the sensation of releasing his carnal needs, before flicking the light switch, dropping it all together. Oh he yearns for you, more than anything and he will do anything to get you back, he will fucking kill your target just so you can pay attention to him again.
It is an exchange, in hindsight really. Just two fucked up people wanting something from each other, coming to a compromise... To Edward, you're his darling who needs his help, who appreciates him, he gives him what he wants to hear. And if your vigilantism gets in the way of giving him attention, consider it done. Once he gets a complete hold of you, he is never letting you out of his clutch. You are aware of it and know just how you can have him dangling by a string. Despite his towering figure, you still hold the leash of his collar. He was just like your very own Pavlovian dog, training him with the classic conditioning. He who barks imposingly, yet softened by the presence of his master, such an obedient dog.
In the end, it is just two shitty people using one another for their own gain.
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Alright. Look, I didn't want to say anything, because this is the "I hope everyone who preached 'nuance' kills themselves" website (just in general, when someone demands you reduce any situation to its simplest point, and suggests that the only moral stance is the black and white one, ask yourself what they have to gain from your thinking this way. This is how propaganda works!)
But anyways, I know you're all going to take this the wrong way, but SOMETIMES, for SOME of you, the way y'all talk about Jewish actors lately is a problem.
Yeah, even those ones. The BAD ONES with the bad opinions. And I'm not saying their opinions are good, or that you have to like them or talk about them in a positive way.
But you need to stop talking about them in a VIOLENT way.
And I know, you have many justifications. "Zionism is violent" "Israel is committing genocide, do you want us to talk about it nicely???" That's not what I'm saying. Talk about the genocidal actions of the Israeli government with all the anger and violence you want.
What I'm saying is that actor Noah Schnapp is not the Israeli government. The way you people talk about him, Id expect there to be videos of the guy standing in a pool of blood screaming that he loves genocide. Did he do that, did I miss that?
I've been in various fandoms over the years and I have seen a lot of dumb fucking white boy gentiles, including grown ass men, get cut all kinds of slack for the heinous shit they've pulled. That they continue to pull. The lack of accountability, peoples ability to look the other way and shrug off everything their favourite goy does is astounding.
I am not asking for people to do the same for any Jewish actor or celebrity who expresses opinions in favour of the actions taken by the Israeli government. Be critical, be vocal. Hold them accountable.
But pay attention to how you do it. Because some of the violent rhetoric, the sheer hatred I have seen levelled at some of these Jewish actors over the last few months, it does not feel like a reasonable, justifiably angry response to an ignorant and hateful opinion.
It feels like much more than that. It feels very, very personal. And in a time when antisemitism is rising all around the world, you need to be careful as you engage in this conversation.
You are not the first person to feel their hatred of Jews was justified.
#noah schnapp#brett gelman#honestly brett is being way weirder about this shit and i have much less sympathy for him#but some of the shit yall are saying#goyim please cease this#also if the entire extent of your “activism” in this matter#is spewing hatred against Jewish actors and equating their bullshit to the actual genocide going on#i have news for you#youre antisemitic#also youre understanding of zionism is flawed#not saying zionism is good#im antizionist#but most of you have not put the hours and years into understanding ANY of this shit#and despite what your tumblr mutuals want you to believe#yes it is all complicated#complicated doesnt mean mortally ambiguous#it just means complicated
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