#he wants to spoil the shit out of something and that's what cats are made for
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Steve Harrington is absolutely the sort of person to become emotionally dependent on a pet. He grew up lonely and he loves taking care of things, and here's this creature that loves him unconditionally and is dependent on him for care? He's a goner
He finds a kitten in his backyard, wet and cold and alone, but in pretty good shape, all things considered. It hisses and swipes at him, but it's also mewing pathetically, and Steve can't just leave it, so he manages to get the thing inside with minimal blood loss (all his) and cleans it up and feeds it. It's a lot more amenable to the idea of Steve once it's warm and dry and full, and by the end of the day, it's curled up and purring in the crook of his neck, and Steve is already prepared to die for this thing
He does recognize that the right thing to do is to ask around and see if anyone is missing a kitten, which he does do, but no one on his street or the next one over lays claim to it, and there aren’t any kind of wanted posters going up for it, so Steve decides he is now the proud owner of a cat
He names her Baby and dotes on her accordingly. (In his defense, the name is Robin's idea; she tells him that he treats the cat enough like a baby, so the name might as well fit. Steve's always been shit at coming up with names, so he just goes with it)
Baby is the world's most spoiled cat, which Steve readily admits. But isn't that what cats are for? She's a wonderful cat and she clearly deserves nice things and Steve is going to get them for her. Toys, treats, a plush cat bed, the best food, whatever he thinks she could possibly need or want. If "I work hard so my cat can live a better life" t-shirts had existed in the 80s, Robin probably would have gotten one for him and he probably would have worn it
Of course, it helps that Baby actually does adore Steve. With everyone else, she ranges from frosty to outright hostile (she's taken a particular dislike to Eddie, of all people, which is unfortunate, because Steve really, really likes Eddie); she'll consent to be admired, and she'll accept treats, and she might even let more familiar people pet her, but in the end she is very much Steve's baby. If he's home, she's stuck to his side like a burr, curled up wherever he is and purring away, content just to be with him. She still snuggles up in the crook of his shoulder at night, just like when she was a kitten, even though she's bigger now and is a bit less easily accommodated
It goes without saying that Baby is strictly an indoor cat. Steve lives right up against the woods and there are predators out there, and people in town drive like assholes, and Steve won't take the chance of her being eaten or run over or meeting some other horrible fate. He really doesn't think his heart could take it
But of course, because all cats are terrible bastards at heart (affectionate), Baby darts out the back door one day as Steve is coming in off the patio, chasing after some other small animal that Steve can't even see, and she's out of the backyard and up towards the trees before Steve can do much more than make a grab for her
And Steve, who has survived interrogations and monster attacks and many situations objectively much more stressful than this, does not panic. He does spend half the night wandering around in the trees with a flashlight, shaking a bag of cat food and calling for Baby, but that's not panicking, that's problem solving
He eventually gets too cold and too tired to keep going and has to pack it in for the night. He holds onto some shred of hope that she'll be waiting by the back door when he wakes up, wondering why the hell it's taken so long for him to come let her in, but apparently that's not the way life works, because the patio and all areas around the house are still distinctly catless come daybreak
Eddie shows up sometime mid-morning, just as Steve is preparing to head back out and look for her. He has genuinely never seen Steve so upset; he looks like he might actually cry if he doesn't find that damn cat, which just isn't something that Steve does. But he's actually fucking distraught, and Eddie simply can't have that, even if Baby is his nemesis, so he goes to the phone and makes some calls
He cashes in on favors, he makes promises, he actually agrees to pay Mike ten bucks to show up, but he gets the kids, all the older teens (the only reason Robin hadn't been there already is because Steve hadn't paused long enough to tell her what was going on), and even the Corroded Coffin boys up to Steve's house to comb the woods for Steve's damn cat
It's Eddie who finds her in the end, a shock of pale, mewling fur actually stuck in a fucking tree. The cliche nearly kills him – either that or trying to climb down a tree one-handed while holding a cat. He's surprised she actually lets him pick her up, but then again, she's been out here all night, she's cold, and at least she recognizes Eddie. Maybe this is the beginning of a truce
Or, she might go back to hissing and swiping at Eddie any time she the mood takes her, but Eddie doesn't even care, because Steve is elated to have Baby back, so fucking happy that he doesn't even seem to notice that she's digging her claws into his arm as she clings to him for dear life all the way back to the house. Eddie will deal with anything that Steve loves that much
Steve pays for pizza to thank everyone for putting their Saturday on hold to search-and-rescue a cat, and everyone warms up and eats their fill before slowly filtering back out of the house. And later, after Baby's been cleaned up and fed and properly doted on and is purring away curled up over a heating vent in the living room, Steve takes Eddie upstairs to show his thanks in a much more thorough manner
After all – Baby is very important to him, and he's more relieved than he can say to have her back, but she isn't the only thing that Steve adores
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#eddiesteve#while I'm sure steve would love a dog too I just really see him as a cat person#he wants to spoil the shit out of something and that's what cats are made for#meanwhile Eddie is losing his mind because cats love him normally. they LOVE him! what is wrong with Steve's cat!#(she does not like sharing steve. that's it that's the reason)#solar wrote
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*slams door open for the seance* I am going to throw my two favorite sans together - demon cat boy. Imagine San as a nekomata, a demon cat with two tails, who’s been sneaking around humanity for a good century or two. He’s had his tricks and pranks with humans, always wandering, never staying in one place too long.
Until he meets you.
There’s just something about you draws him to you, and before he knows it he’s made your home his home. If you’re suspicious of the fact he has two tails, it doesn’t show much, just that you make sure to pet each tail with equal amount of love.
San loves the fact you praise him and spoil him, and he takes full advantage of your affection. He’s a cuddle whore, always in your lap kneading away in happiness with loud purrs.
But then he hears you one night, in your room, door closed to keep him out. He knows you’re getting off in your room, writhing on your bed, trying to imitate the satisfaction that only a lover could give you. And oh the sounds you make. So beautiful. And he can’t help but imagine what kind of sounds you’d make beneath him as he’d ruin you over and over again through the entire night.
San was always good at having patience, but now? With him palming his cock, tail twitching, as he listens to you through the door? His patience has worn thin, especially since it’s been quite a while since he’s slept with another being. And besides, it was only considerate of him to return the love you gave to him, right?
(Anyway just a thought I thought you’d might enjoy. Congrats on your 3K milestone! 🤭)
roo !!!! OH MY GODDDDD. i’ve told you before and i tell you again: you are a geniusss for this idea like you’re out here playing 4D chess while everyone’s still trying to figure out checkers sksk like holy shit nekomata san ….. demon !! cat boy !! sannie !!! me and the spirits are all staring at each other in disbelief rn hdjshd anyways i hope you enjoy :3 <333
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warnings: dom! san (he’s a little meanie in this), sub! fem reader (has a few tricks up her sleeve <3), san has cat hybrid/demon characteristics, he also has two cocks btw *cough*, pet names, praise, teasing, some outright disgusting romantic behavior (and a few L bombs??? *gasp* lesbians <3 no i’m jk sksjh i wish 😔), like one cat pun okayyy, kissing, possessiveness, olfactophilia, brief almost mutual masturbation, oral (receiving), squirting, double penetration in one hole (i mean…i had to yk?), creampie, cum kink idk
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Just like every other night, you sat in your living room watching a new series on some overpriced streaming service with your dear companion curled up with his head resting on your lap, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. You found yourself moving your hands through his obscenely soft jet black hair for what seemed like hours, giving the purring demon’s shifting ears and dual tails the occasional loving stroke.
You enjoyed physical touch as much as the next person, but San was a different breed. He enjoyed it so much, he couldn’t keep himself from reciprocating in order to show his immeasurable appreciation and desire for you. That explained the deep, reverberating purrs that were coming from his chest, the coy little look he was giving you past his long eyelashes from below, his pink lips parted like he was waiting for you to say or do something. What, you didn’t know. Kiss him, maybe. Or tease him, perhaps. San wasn’t even quite sure what he wanted himself, but what he was sure of, was that he wanted to keep massaging your soft, bare thighs, especially since he finally managed to wiggle his way up underneath your sleep shorts.
Once the show lost its grip on your mind, you were suddenly distinctly aware of the way San was kneading into your upper thighs, his fingers getting dangerously close to your bare cunt. Was he just an adorable demon kitty getting lost in the moment or was he being naughty? Regardless, you began to get worked up over it.
When San slowly closed his eyes again from how warm and relaxed his body felt, you subtly squeezed around the base of one of his tails for only a moment, encouraging a light, throaty moan to leave San’s mouth. You smiled innocently down at him, despite the prolonged throb you felt in your core. “Are you feeling good, San?” you asked sweetly, about to do it again when the demon’s tail curled around your wrist, the other one gently grazing your chest.
“T-too good, mortal,” San mumbled, his cheeks flushing with color, his dual-colored eyes finding solace in your equally flustered disposition. “Y’know how sensitive my tails are.”
“How does it make your body feel?” You bit your bottom lip, running your fingers over the tail that began to drift down your chest, familiar with the pheromones he could release at any moment, wanting them to envelop you.
“Warm,” he replied simply, staring you down quite intensely, a small, pleased smile on his face, his fangs just barely visible past his curled lips. He knew what you were doing and what you clearly wanted, but he would wait to confront you for now, instead releasing pheromones that made the both of you develop an instant body and head high, like you were experiencing the effects of a body-altering fever.
“I…think I’m going to lay down for a bit, Sannie. I’m feeling a little overheated all of a sudden,” you sighed, gently pushing San off of you and standing up, unconsciously adjusting the crotch of your shorts, knowing internally how wet you were already.
San knew too, of course. He didn’t even have to see it for his own eyes. He could smell it. Your dripping arousal, just asking to be lapped up.
Shifting from one foot to the other, you pressed your thighs together, giving him a weak smile, the throbbing you felt almost becoming almost impossible to ignore any longer. “Why don’t you watch that one baking show with all the kitties that you like…to, um, keep yourself busy?”
San sat up from his relaxed position on the couch, letting out an inconvenienced meow. He was already so hard, mostly due to laying his head on your thighs. Your soft, soft thighs. He pressed his hands into the cushion below him, instinctively kneading it. “Kat’s Kitchen?” he asked, his head tilting to the side.
“Yes, watch that, okay?” You swallowed, clearing your throat. Even though it was perfectly normal to get aroused over such a thing, this time around, you were absolutely drenched, so you couldn’t help but feel like a pervert, unsure if San was just being his unsuspecting, cute hybrid self or if he was purposely trying to initiate something with you.
San watched you walk away with interest, momentarily deciding to turn on the show he loved so much. He sat there for a while, satisfied with the cute cats zooming around and playing together on screen while their owner put a cake in the oven and instructed the viewers on how long it should bake. A sudden overwhelmingly sweet aroma drifted into his nose, causing it to twitch and his pupils to grow to the size of marbles.
“Y/N…” He climbed off of the couch and headed towards the source of the scent, which just so happened to be your bedroom. Hearing soft sounds of pleasure slipping out past the cracked door, San pushed his face into it, causing it to open a bit more and allowing him to see you in all your glory — fully naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat, your legs fully spread open with a vibrator pressed directly into your swollen clit, while earnestly finger-fucking your squelching cunt.
“T-typical lust-driven mortal…” he stuttered to himself, unaware of how red his cheeks were, or how hard he was breathing, hardly noticing that he was already grinding himself against the doorframe, more and more beads of pre-cum staining the front of his sweatpants the longer he watched you pleasure yourself.
“Wanna cum…” Huffing and blowing a bit of hair out of the way, you slid the vibrator into your aching cunt, working your clit with two digits.
“Fuck, Y/N…” San groaned and gripped the doorframe tightly, routinely dropping his hips and desperately thrusting upwards into the sleek wood, wishing he was inside you instead.
“San…fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned out, hastily dropping one of your legs down against the bed, pushing the toy further in, your fingers starting to cramp. “Fuck me, please, fuck me harder…”
The demon’s fluffy ears rotated individually like satellite dishes that were on two opposite frequencies, his hips slowly ceasing their movement. That was basically an invite, right? And if you wanted him so bad, then he might as well give you a reason to moan his name again.
You didn’t even notice San’s presence until he was on the bed and in between your legs, his warm hands massaging into your thighs and his mouth near your pussy, turning red at the sight of his clear desire. His friendly, always curious look was replaced with an intense, unwavering gaze, his mismatched eyes sharp and focused solely on yours.
“Y/N, I heard you calling for me…” He squeezed your thighs, pressing his cheek to the inside of one of them, nuzzling it lovingly. “Will you let me show you how good it feels to be loved by me?”
Blushing, you gave him a sheepish smile, eventually reaching down to slip your fingers into his sleek black hair. “Show me, San.”
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“Show me, Y/N,” San said in a soft, muffled voice, his glistening lips and tongue on your clit, his fingers locked in an aggressive ‘come hither’ motion inside your pulsing hole. “Let me see the way you fall apart for me.”
“Sannie, it’s coming out, oh my god, I’m, fuck–” you cried out, tossing your head back, your body twitching and shuddering as you catapulted head-first into your orgasm, coating San’s tongue and fingers with your squirt.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” San took a deep inhale of your wet heat, his nose grazing over your extremely sensitive clit, rubbing your wetness around with his fingers, finding your small whimpers satisfying enough for him to begin purring. “Fuck, you smell and taste so good, baby, I can’t get enough.” He began to lap at your clit with his rough tongue, his reverberating purrs sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body.
“S-sannie, no more tongue,” you whined, lightly tugging on his hair, only encouraging him to lick at your cunt even faster than before, his nose routinely grinding into your clit. This sent you over the edge, your cunt clenching around nothing now that his fingers were rubbing circles in your thighs. “Pleaseee, I need you, I need you so bad.”
“What do you need from me, baby?” he questioned with a brow raised, licking up the cum that had leaked out of you and swallowing it down, making you jolt. “Say it.”
“Your cock, I need it,” you sighed out, your mind clouded with immeasurable desire for the feline-like demon.
“Both of them?” he teased, his head quirking to the side, his eyes upturned with clear satisfaction. Still in between your legs, he slowly sat up, lowering his boxers just enough to let his thin, but long dual cocks slip out and slap against one another. He smiled at you, flashing his tiny cat fangs at you, about to grow a third cock just from the way you were looking at them. “You’ve been so wet and needy for me all night, baby. I bet you can take them, can’t you?”
“Yeah, I can, so please fuck me, Sannie,” you desperately agreed, your mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing, veiny pink cocks just asking to be shoved deep inside you.
“Good girl. Now, open up for me, sweetheart.” San guided his cocks to your entrance, smiling at the sight of you obediently holding your thighs open for him. He pursed his lips together to let some spit drip down onto his lengths, lubing them up with his hands, before he began to slowly push into you. “That’s it…How’s that, baby?”
“K-keep going,” you breathed out, your eyes zoned in on where your bodies met, San’s cocks slipping further and further into your heat, ready to cum just from the pleasurable stretch you began to feel.
“Look at you, taking all of me like this,” San chimed breathlessly as he bottomed out, his cocks twitching inside you, his hands rubbing your hips affectionately.
San was definitely in your guts. You wanted him to mix them all up like he had already done with your emotions. “I’m so full, Sannie. It’s so good.”
San smiled sweetly, beaming with pride. He began to knead your lower abdomen, feeling the outline of himself inside you underneath his fingertips. “Good girls like you deserve to be spoiled. I’m going to move now, okay, sweetheart?”
“Okay, Sannie,” you answered softly, reaching up to caress his cheeks, slowly guiding his lips down onto yours. You looked into each other’s wide eyes for a second before your irises disappeared under your equally heavy eyelids, breathing yourselves out and taking one another in instead, melting together in a mess of carnal adoration and idyllic purity.
And, just like that, he was fucking into you like a well-oiled machine, quick and consistent, making sure to go balls deep so you wouldn’t have to go one single second without both of his cocks rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, effectively lighting your insides ablaze. Groaning into your open mouth, he broke the kiss to express, almost drunkenly, “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby, fits me like a glove. Like you were made for me, huh?”
“Made just for you,” you replied against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them, only for him to press his mouth firmly back onto yours. You moaned onto his gliding sandpaper tongue when he grabbed the underside of your thighs and folded you in half, sinking deeper into your cunt, reaching places you never thought existed.
Besides the repetitive gasps and whines San was forcing out of you with every snap of his hips, the distinct sound of your wetness could be heard squelching in between your joined sweaty bodies. San inevitably broke the messy kiss to whisper, “Hear that?”
“Yeah, I can hear it,” you squeaked out, barely able to focus on the sound of your arousal over the sensation of being stuffed with two throbbing cocks at once, your core already strung so tightly it could snap at any second and propel you into an abyss of pleasure.
“You’re so wet for me, Y/N, so fucking wet.” San gripped your thighs, pulling out in preparation for a deep thrust, one of his cocks accidentally slipping out all the way, allowing the other to grind along your cunt and across your clit. “Oh, fuck, I can barely stay inside, baby. It feels so hot, oh god, I might cum.”
“Cum for me, Sannie.” You reached down and stroked his pulsing cock, causing San to toss his head back in ecstasy, your fingers slipping against his reddened, slick cockhead when ropes of hot cum shot out of it, coating your pelvis and dripping down onto your cunt. “Silly kitty, that was supposed to go in me.”
Without hesitation, San pulled out completely and ran his fingers through the puddles of cum he left behind on your skin, eagerly slipping them into your hole and fucking the still warm liquid inside you, landing a critical hit on you with one sudden, filthy move. “There we go,” he beamed snarkily, holding his cocks and slowly pushing his cockheads back into your stretched cunt, but stopping halfway. “Are my cocks supposed to go back in you too, pretty girl? Or are you tuckered out?”
“No, I want it, feels so good, Sannie. I love the way you make me feel.” You ran your hands down San’s back, feeling his muscles tense up against your fingertips as he pushed himself all the way back inside and got back to work, pushing his cum deeper into you, his tails occasionally brushing against your skin like a paintbrush. “Don’t stop, okay?”
“Oh, baby,” he cooed into your ear, looking you in the eye. “I’m not going to stop until you fall apart for me. Remember that? Or is my princess feeling a bit forgetful right now?” He sighed against your fragrant, warm skin, slowly lowering himself to your neck to lick, suck, and lightly bite it, marking what was his.
“Don’t be such a tease, Sannie,” you pouted, taking ahold of his tails near the base, stroking them in an outwards direction, hearing what were going to be words come out as groans instead — ones that grew softer and more drawn out, turning into pleasured moans the more you played with with his wavering tails. “Were you going to say something, Sannie? Who’s–nngh–the forgetful one now, huh?”
San continued to moan and gasp for air, his once intentional thrusts growing sloppier and more desperate by the second, drool starting to drip down past his glistening lips. Feeling your fingers tighten around the base of his tails, San clutched your thighs tightly, his eyebrows screwing together. “W-wait, if you do that, I’m–”
“Aww, what’s wrong, Sannie? Cat got your tongue?” you giggled, squeezing his tails and rubbing them together like you would do with his cocks, about to tease him further when something hot and thick began to pour deep inside you and coat your inner walls with white, your breath getting caught in your throat. “Oh, San, oh my god, it’s so–”
“Cumming, I’m cumming for you, Y/N,” he choked out in between grunts, lowering himself down further to press kiss after kiss onto your swollen lips, groaning into your mouth form the way you hooked your legs around his slim waist, milking him of all his love with your clenching, throbbing cunt. “Fuck, I love you…love this…love you…”
“Love you too,” you whispered against his moving lips, your overheated body shuddering against his as you both rode out your highs, finding yourself unable to swallow the lump that had formed inside your dry throat, not choosing to swallow your following words. “Please, don't stop, Sannie. Love me again.”
San pulled back just enough to look down at your flushed, pretty face through his wet strands of hair, his fingers resting against your jaw. “I wasn’t planning on it, Y/N.” With his ears twitching slightly, San’s pink lips curled up just enough to let his fangs slip out, his cheeks dusted with pink. “I’ll love you until it’s pouring out of you. Until you’re so full of me, of my love, that you won’t need anyone else except for me. Does that sound good?”
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content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, college au, smut (oral f. receiving, breastplay, piv, spit balling, reiner nasty here👨🏽🦯)
author’s note: this is very much inspired the amazing vee and her reijean fics and headcanons! please check them out i adore her so much, she is an amazing author 💓 mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune
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In the final few days of the semester, Jean had holed himself up in the art department's pottery studio.
He wanted to make a handcrafted gift for his mother back home, who had another recurrence of cancer and was currently living in a hospice.
Jean's mother wasn't weak-willed.
Looks can be deceiving. At first glance, the plump woman of short stature with rosy cheeks and mousy brown hair often scraped back into a ponytail appeared timid.
However, raising her son by herself didn't allow her to rely on others and she hated pity. Murmurs and tuts, sighs of sympathy sent her into a rage.
During breaks when Jean visited out of concern, she'd shoo him away.
"Ma please." Jean tutted as he watched her in the armchair. "I came all this way to see you, why can't I stay here?"
Rolling her eyes, she groaned as her eyes fixated on crocheting.
"God, I really must have one foot in the grave if you insist on imprinting yourself on me now." She scowled as she put down the crotchet hooks in her lap and met his eyes.
"Ma!" Jean sighed frustratedly, dragging his hand down his face. He took a deep breath as he screwed his eyes shut. "Don't say shit like that!"
He knew he was a spoiled child. An ungrateful kid who pushed his mother away at every turn. And he couldn't bear how it took her diagnosis for him to realise the error of his ways.
There was only so much 'you were just a kid' from her lips softly could do. It made him resent himself deeply. Plagued with constant shame and guilt about how he treated his mother.
The two had a candid conversation. It was raw and he remembered snivelling into her lap despite his six foot three frame as he gripped the hem of her dress.
She urged him not to visit and to enjoy his summer after graduation. He wasn't too sure despite her insistence.
"If I see you skulking around here, I'm not gonna even acknowledge your existence. Do you understand?" Her voice echoed in his head.
His memory dissipated away as you entered.
"Yo, Jean!" You called out as you pushed the heavy door of the pottery studio open.
"Hi pretty girl, you need me for something?" He smiled, his bright brown eyes lighting up at the sight of you.
You approached Jean and leaned over to inspect the clay on the pottery wheel as he turned his focus on moulding the wet clay in his hands.
Always flirting. But never a move was made. It irked you at first but you left it. Hell would freeze over before you pursued a man.
"Just wondering why you cooped yourself up in here all day." You responded as you folded your arms, leaning against the wall.
"Tryna make some present for my Ma." He snorted. "Since summer's coming up. Figured since all she ever wants is to receive a homemade gift. She hates store-bought crap. Maybe you can help me out."
"Oh...with what?"
"I'm trying to work the clay into the shape of a cat but I'm having trouble with the ears."
"Oh yeah, she was pretty fond of cats. What was the name of the tabby cat you guys had?" You asked as you reached out to adjust Jean’s fingers, moulding a part of the cat's ear that he was working on.
"Felix! Yeah, she was heartbroken when he passed away. I don't even have a reference photo, I'm working from memory mostly." He chuckled. "She spoiled that cat, lemme tell ya. Sure she loved him more than me."
Your first love. The unrequited love that had been chipping away at your heart for over a decade belonged to none other than Jean.
Your mind changed. You could never pinpoint the exact moment you fell for him.
Maybe it was in the summers when you sat side by side on the steaming kerb as orange ice pops dripped down the stone slabs.
Perhaps it was when your fingers frozen from the subzero conditions shook from how long you worked on the snowmen only for some older bullies in your neighbourhood to kick it down, leaving you in tears and Jean fighting (and losing).
It could've been when a popular guy in your grade asked you for homecoming and bailed last minute since it was at your expense to make everybody laugh, and Jean decided to ditch and bring you to the nearby lake where you star gazed all night.
Either way, Jean Kirstein had always been a constant in your life.
"What are your plans after graduation?" You chirped. "I was thinking we could go somewhere."
"What'd you have in mind..?" He smiled. "Cos I was just thinking of heading back home. Maybe get a part-time job n live with Ma since-"
He paused.
"You know she'd hate that." You chuckled.
"I know." He got up from the stool, heading over to wash his hands. "I'm gonna head over to the sports department."
Your face instantly soured. You knew all too well who would be there. Miss Black Belt Mikasa Ackerman.
"...Why?"
"What do you mean why...?" Jean replied.
"Jean, for god's sake. She doesn't even spare a glance at you."
"Don't you think I know that?" He said, voice shaky. "I'm well aware that Mikasa will never feel the same way about me."
Bile was scratching at your throat. God, you hate Jean Kirstein.
Hate him, hate him, hate him.
Every time he still went on about Mikasa all it did was shatter your heart. Why did you have to be stuck in the middle of this?
Why did you have to love a man who was in love with another? Mikasa had kindly let him down so many times.
That's what made it worse you suppose. The fact she paid him complete dust and he still was fawning over her.
You remember sobbing into your sister's lap, bawling like a baby when it hit you that Jean was in too deep with this infatuation.
"Don't you know it riles men up more if you flat-out reject them?" Your sister giggled as she gently smoothed the back of your head.
Love isn't transactional. You didn't expect Jean to throw himself at your feet when you did basic acts of human kindness such as accompanying him to help his mother in the hospice.
But there was always this twinge of hurt. Everything you do isn't good enough for him.
"Whatever."
"Why do you care anyway?"
You were about to turn on your heel and scream in his face but it was no use.
"You're right, I shouldn't."
Jean stared at you blankly for a few moments, his breath rising sharply.
"Do I need another reason? It's just love. I've had feelings for her since freshman year and that doesn't just go away like you switching off a light."
Jean looked down in disappointment and frustration. He felt ashamed that he was like a lovesick teen at almost twenty-two.
Clearing your throat, you figured you might as well drop the bomb.
"Well...Reiner invited me to spend the summer with him."
Jean's demeanor changed instantly and his smile dropped from his face. He paused the pottery wheel, with his lips pursed.
"Oh yeah? Is that so?"
"Mhm. He's old money rich...and I've never been to Europe before." You said nonchalantly as you shrugged.
Jean's jaw tightened. Completely irritated.
"So...are you gonna go?"
"I mean...why not? I don't have plans and I'm not really wanting to head back home."
His expression betrayed his jealousy, failing to compose himself to not seem overbearing or controlling. He was struggling to hide his resentment of Reiner.
During the fall semester, you, Reiner and Jean were in a group for an assignment that counted for a good chunk of your grade.
Jean wasn't exactly an academic genius and neither were you, but you both knew when to pick yourselves up by the bootstraps and get down to work. Organizing meet-ups to plan things out. And he bailed each and every time.
Reiner Braun as cliché as it was, was the big man on campus.
His family gave regular donations to the college meaning he could mess around and get off with barely a slap on the wrist.
Jean couldn't bear it. On the rare occasions, Reiner bothered to show up, he'd goof off and a pet name from him to you would make you forget how much he was screwing the two of you over.
Not to mention Reiner was one the few people who still bothered to call Jean "Horseface".
Eventually, Jean and you submitted the work without Reiner's contribution. Jean scolding you not to add Reiner's name.
"So...you'll be spending the entire summer with him?"
"N-no!" You stuttered. "He's just...sweet!"
Jean gave you a look of contempt. He knew full well Reiner was nicknamed 'Virgin Killer'.
"Sweet? What because he invited you to his mansion? Because he called you pretty?" Jean said, almost mockingly.
"Why do you even hate him? He was chill during that project." You said nonchalantly.
"You've got to be kidding me." Jean hissed. "He was 'chill'?! He didn't do any of the work!" Jean protested. "And then he had the nerve to sit there and gloat like he did jackshit!"
"Jean, just come. I want you with me."
"No thanks." Jean said sharply.
"Why not? It's not often you get to stay at a mansion."
"This is stupid." Jean grumbled. "How long do we gotta stay?"
"He said three months."
"Three months?! Nope. I can't. Even if you're there, he's still a dick."
"Jean, your Mom told you not to come back and you know that. So just come with me, hm?"
"She's in pain and she doesn't have much time left. I can't just stand by and refuse to visit her. My mom needs me..."
"You know if you go back, she'll give you silent treatment."
"Yeah, she will...she always does that when I upset her."
"So why don't we just spend two weeks then? Huh?"
"Two weeks doesn't sound nearly as bad. But can you promise me we won't spend the whole time with that jerkoff?"
"Can't promise you that."
Jean let out a sigh as he seemed to relent as his anger and jealousy both subsided for the moment.
"But we're not hanging out with him all the time. We're doing our own thing and he doesn't need to be involved with us at all."
"It's his house!" You said with a disbelieving laugh.
"Just because his name is on the deed of the place doesn't mean he needs to be glued to our hip the whole time. We're gonna be there for two weeks. I don't see why we can't just hang out on our own."
"That's not very nice of you." You said curtly, hands on your hips.
"Well, it wasn't 'nice of him' when he didn't contribute anything to our project." He ran his fingers through his hair after he washed his hands in the metal basin with an air of defeat to his voice. "Do you really like this guy...?" He asked, an edge to his voice.
You didn't reply but the shy look on your face told him all he needed to know.
"Just....don't fall for his bullshit. He's gonna hurt you. I’ll think about it."
"Like you haven't already hurt me enough." You muttered internally.
Little did Jean know, you had already popped your cherry. To Reiner.
After the group project, you and Reiner began to sleep with each other frequently.
You felt awful after Jean and you had submitted your work without Reiner. You wanted to add his name but Jean was adamant about it.
You were worried there would be bad blood between you and Reiner after it, but a few days after he jogged up to you as he called your name when you were leaving a lecture.
He asked you to be his study buddy but with the way he looked at you, it was clear as day he had an ulterior motive to it all.
"Really? I'm not that good of a student." You snickered.
"I don't need Einstein. Just...help me out a bit, yeah?" Reiner pleaded.
It was hard to say no to Reiner Braun. Everything about the man oozed sex appeal. The way he towered over you, the stubble and strong jawline.
You loved his fluffy blond hair the most.
"If you say so." You shrugged.
"Reiner, if you keep going on your phone there's no use of you staying here." You said as you faced him, in an agitated tone, when he finally came over to your dorm to start said study sessions.
And there was a slight twinge of jealousy when you caught a glimpse of Reiner's phone and he was sexting somebody.
He gave you a sheepish grin.
"Ah, sorry pretty baby." He switched off his phone and tossed it across the fleece duvet cover on your bed. "Look, you got my full attention now. See?"
You sighed as you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The pet name made your cheeks heat up. You cleared your throat.
"I told you we should've gone library. People can't concentrate in their bedrooms. Let alone bed."
"Oh, c'mon." Reiner smiled as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Why would I wanna be there when I can have you all to myself here?"
The million-dollar smile you saw too often when his team won a big game on campus, and they all threw him up in the air, his handsome face on the flat screen.
You backed up, the books and notes falling off the bed as Reiner nudged his forehead against yours as your back hit the headboard.
"I'm sure we could get up to more interesting things than this crap." He murmured. Not kissing you just yet. Breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"...Reiner." You stuttered. "We shouldn't-"
"What? Do you have a man, honey? He doesn't need to know."
"No...I'm single. It's just.."
"What? Don't tell me it's Horseface." Reiner snorted. "Everybody on campus knows about that tragic Eren, Mikasa and Jean triangle."
You winced at him saying it aloud.
"I just..." You pulled a face. "I'm a virgin, Reiner. I haven't even had my first kiss."
"You've got to be kidding me." Reiner said, eyes widening.
You felt humiliation wash over you.
"I know, it makes me-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there." Reiner said firmly as he pulled away from invading your personal space. "You're telling me a girl as beautiful as you hasn't lost her v-card? Let alone her first kiss? I refuse to believe that."
"Reiner, I have no reason to lie." You said with an uneasy laugh.
"That smile..." He said in awe as he cupped your jaw. "A girl like you should never go without kisses, honey. It's a damn shame."
Thinking back, it was a bit funny.
On paper it'd be easy to brush off Reiner's praise, you had seen him exchanging dirty messages with somebody whilst he was sat beside you.
But the way those light brown eyes full of warmth gazed at you, and the way his voice softened as he said that, it had to be authentic.
Or maybe you were naive.
Either way, that was the story of what led up to Reiner killing two birds with one stone by being your first kiss and taking your virginity.
Jean Kirstein loved jumping to conclusions. He thought Reiner Braun was a big bad wolf preying on you and you wanted to laugh his face about it.
There was a multitude of reasons why you kept Reiner as a fuck buddy.
You were sleeping with Reiner to spite Jean. Spite him for making you feel so inferior to Mikasa all these years. And you went along with being nothing but a hookup to Reiner.
The aspect was thrilling. The killing blow of Jean discovering this was going to be sweet. It was malicious of you but he had hurt you, albeit unintentionally.
Reiner liked you for many reasons.
He loved the fact that if he came on a specific day, you were strict about which candle you'd use.
If he came over on a Friday evening, the room would have the aroma of lime, basil and mandarin wafting around. If it was a Saturday, it'd be cedarwood and vanilla.
Your room was always so comforting to him, his large frame amongst the plush pillows and comforters as he basked in the orange fairy lights as very soft RnB was in the background.
There'd been a few times when you'd put him on some songs or even shared your playlist.
He enjoyed the fact he had a front seat to the transition of you always dressing up in something lacy and sexy that bared your nipples when he came over to settling for regular baggy shirts.
Reiner was lounging on your bed, shirtless with his arms propped underneath his head. You approached him, settling on the edge of the mattress.
Sitting on one knee and your leg on the ground. Leaning in to peck his lips gently. You were sure friends with benefits didn't do that but sharing affection with him was natural at this point.
His hand slipped under your shirt, the pad of his thumb gently massaging circles on your hip with a smile.
"You good?"
"Yeah." You settled on as you gazed at him.
"You excited for the trip?"
"I wanna invite Jean if that's okay."
Reiner tilted his head, furrowing his brows in bewilderment.
"...Why?" He responded with an awkward laugh.
"Look, Jean can be intolerable at times-"
"Understatement."
"But underneath all of that, there's a very sweet guy. Loyal. Responsible, caring. He's going through a lot at the moment, shit he's barely processed himself."
"Sounds like you have a crush on him." Reiner remarked.
"Reiner...!"
"I'm teasing! But I know he means a lot to you. I'm always down to invite people if he's not gonna be a dick." Reiner settled on as he cracked his knuckles.
"Why do you two even hate each other?"
"Look, it's not that I don't like the guy. He's just really competitive and always trying to one-up me. Plus, we both have a thing for you and it gets awkward when we're all in one room."
"He does not have a thing for me. You know he's hung up on her."
"Yeah, yeah. All I know is during the group work if I so much as looked at you, he was jumping down my throat." Reiner said as he shook his head.
"You're sweet, Rei." You giggled as you straddled his lap.
"Honey, don't start with that "Rei" crap. You only do that when you want something." He chuckled as he turned away when you kissed along his jaw.
"Why can't I just show you how much I appreciate you?" You jutted your lower lip out as you batted your eyelashes.
His large and calloused hand settled on the nape of your neck as he pulled you close to meet your lips.
You melted into him as your lips moved in a steady rhythm, and you gasped when you felt the warm, wet muscle of his tongue slip past the seam of your lips.
Skin alight and nipples achingly hard. Reiner knew all the ways to get you turned on and begged for him fast with just a swipe of his tongue.
"You still not used to that, baby?" He chuckled darkly as he flicked his tongue against yours.
"It is a bit of a surprise." You murmured, unable to stop smiling.
"God, you're adorable." Reiner grinned.
Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach. Getting off the mattress and pulling down his pants, you felt the wind knocked out of your chest as Reiner practically manhandled you to position you on all fours on the bed.
Never in your life had you felt this exposed when he yanked down your shorts and panties, tossing them onto the floor.
Smacking your plump ass and grinning impishly to himself at the recoil, he spread your cheeks wide, mouth salivating at your wet pussy and puckered asshole on display.
He chuckled playfully as he teased your heat with his tongue, absolutely relishing in the sweet sounds of your moans and gasps.
Continuing to worship your body with his mouth, alternating between licking and nibbling at your sensitive spots, sliding a finger inside.
"That's right, pretty baby. Let it all out for me." His hand kneading and palming at your breast, roughly as he intensified his oral assault.
"There you go..." He clambered on the mattress behind you, his cock throbbing with need as he whispered in your ear as he licked the shell of it.
He flipped you onto your back with a smug smile, ego-inflated. He grabbed his girthy shaft and began to rub his tip teasingly against your glistening folds.
You stammered his name.
His head was full with the way you gasped and writhed beneath him, your eyes pleading with him to fill you up.
"You want it?" He asked, his voice low. "Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?"
"Want you s'bad, Rei." You mewled.
"Take all of me. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock."
You winced at how harshly Reiner's fingers gripped onto your hips as he slammed into you almost ruthlessly.
Your fists bunched up the sheets as you felt his cock glide against your gummy walls, every vein and the way he slide into you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
He kissed you deeply as you came, pulling out at the last moment so that he could coat your stomach with the sticky warm threads.
He leaned over you and, scooped up the hot cum from your stomach with his tongue, licking it up slowly and sensually.
When he gathered enough of it, he hovered over your lips and spat the cum into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it down.
"You're such a dirty girl," He said with a grin. "Wonder how our little Jean boy would react if he knew his best friend was a total slut, mhm?"
"Don't wanna talk about him right now." You muttered eyes half lidded from how spent you were as your felt your lips swollen and savored the taste of Reiner's cum.
"That's it. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?" He smiled as he gripped your chin, his thumb pressing underneath your tongue. It was slightly discomforting but thrilling all the same.
"Wanna keep you all to myself." He murmured as he released his grip and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
You hated it when he said things like this. It was only the heat of the moment. He has a whole roster of women waiting for him for the rest of the week.
Instead of speaking, you simply slid your hand into his and squeezed it.
"Can't wait to fuck you in every room." He chuckled darkly as he pulled you up against him, kissing your neck.
Your eyebrows furrowed when Reiner left the next morning. He was an early bird and preferred to be out before the dean caused a ruckus.
Why was Jean's mother calling you?
"Hi darling." She cooed. "I hope I didn't wake you too early. I know Jeanie is probably fast asleep."
"Nah, it's fine. I was up anyways. How are you?" You responded as you fished for the discarded clothes across your bedroom's carpet.
"Nothing to complain." She snickered. "Jean's been pestering me about coming here."
"I told him to drop it."
"I know that boy is stubborn. He dropped something about you inviting him to stay at some college friend's mansion?"
"He did? He seemed like he didn't wanna go at all."
"Oh, he doesn't. It was just because I asked about you." She said plainly.
"You and Jean would make a lovely couple."
This was a sentence that popped up every single time you came to Jean's mother's home or even called. She even said it in the presence of the both of you, resulting in Jean to stutter and grow crimson red.
"I just worry about him. It makes me sound selfish, but I wanted to have grandchildren before I go." She sighed. "But time is a luxury for me."
"I get it. But...Jean is Jean. He has eyes for another."
Jean being a father at twenty two would've been hilarious.
"That's a pity. Well, just do me a favor and try to persuade him to go to your little friend's house."
"I'll-"
“Now who was it?” You groaned internally, yanking the door open.
You gave Jean a one over as he loomed over you.
"You can tell him yourself." You said wryly as you shoved your phone into Jean's hand.
"Ma, stop calling Y/N every time you can't reach me!" He groaned as he followed in after you.
After him squabbling with his mom, he hung up and turned to face you with a scowl.
"Why was Reiner leaving here?" He asked.
You shrugged.
"He's probably seeing somebody in these dorms." You lied through your teeth. "What brings you here?"
"I'll come with you."
"How long?"
"Two weeks."
"Alright. Deal." You smiled as you pinched his cheek. "Don't do your energy vampire crap."
"Shut up." He snapped.
author’s note: first chapter out YAYAYA 🌚 lawl the ride is gonna be wild so strap in. all of em are a mess but we move ANYWAYSSS TY FOR READING IF U GOT THIS FAR LOL REBLOGS N COMMENTS ALWAYS APPRECIATED 😁
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Oh, Husk and Alastor?
Their dynamic is also pretty interesting, they kinda feel like two people who everyone thinks gets along great and are the best of friends. While in reality their friendship is fueled but a fire born from their hatred. They just have many decent moments and have a easy time understanding each other, through they often use that information to serve a selfish endeavor.
Like Alastor would mess with Husk, tease him and Husk would tell Al to get his act together so that he(Husk) doesn't have to deal with some sort of fallout (ref. when Mimzy comes by)
In general, I feel like they do get along really well, but they are in no way friends. Kinda like how you can get along well with your boss, but wouldn't really consider them a friend. And you wouldn't really want them to involve themselves in your life, but that doesn't stop Alastor. (Social conversions? What's that)
This also makes me curious, wonder what kind of dynamic Husk has with Rosie, or rather, how do you think Rosie sees Husk? Just like a pet Alastor has? Or does she actually see the person that is there? (Leaning more towards her not really seeing Husk more than a errand boy or pet of Alastor)
Though it would be fun if the first time Husk meet Rosie he thought that she might actually be willing to help him because she gives of the energy of being a very kind person around people she cares about (aka Alastor). So he tries to talk to her without Alastor present and he finally understands how they get along so well, they are both the same kind of crazy ᵔᵜᵔ
So, um- what are your thoughts on the dynamic between Alastor and Husk?
HEEEHEHHE YOU GOT ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT MY FRESH HEADCANON ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIPS
OKAY SO!!
I saw a theory that Husk had children when he was alive. Keep that in mind, it's a secret tool we wanna use later
So, little bit about Alastor. He is not the guy who owns many souls. In fact, he doesn't own any (well... i have some headcanons, but it's for another time). The only soul he has is Niffty, and she's... she's whole another level.
So one day Alastor get's Husk's soul in posession and he has no idea what to do with him. Their contract is basically "you'll have to do anything i order you" but it doesn't set any boundaries for Husk. So he can insult Alastor, argue with him and so on. The only thing he cant is to try to kill Alastor, but it's obvious.
So, Alastor's just... drags him around, and Husk has to just be there all the time, and watch Alastor do stupid shit without thinking, being manipulated by Mimzy into some shenanigans and so on, because he's too powerful, kinda don't afraid of anything and little bit unhinged. And Husk is trying to be that voice of sanity for Alastor (and maybe Niffty). Like in canon, he tries to warn Alastor about Mimzy nd at some point seems genuinely worried about him. Just a bit. And also, in that scene in final song, when Alastor appears again, Husk doesn't seem happy but still goes for group hug.
I think he sees Alastor as a child he has to babysit, but the child is so spoiled, that he doesn't give a shit about his warnings. Maybe Al reminds him of his own children at some degree. And so Husk is attached to Alastor in some weird unhealthy way, he cares about him and tries to protect, even if it pointless.
The worst part of it is that Alastor doesn't see him more than funny fluffy cat-guy-pet. He almost never takes him seriously and doesn't listen to what he says. So Husk may try to reach out to Rosie, to make her to reason with Alastor. But she's basiclly "i could fix him, but whatever is wrong with him is way funnier". I think she listens to Husk's worries about another Alastor's scheme, but she also trusts Alastor? I mean, she belives that he'll be fine. But if something seems to dangerous, she can agree and talk to Alastor.
After all, Husk was an overlord, and i think Rosie could know him before he made a deal with Alastor. So, i think she doesn't think of Husk as just Al's pet, she knows who he is. After all, not every sinner can become an overlord. But still,
So, last thing. I saw that one comic where after episode 5 Alastor admits that Husk was right about Mimzy and i really love this thought. I think Alastor also likes Husk's presence at some degree. Maybe they could build something healtier, maybe Alastor, after losing part of his powers, would listen to Husk more. But still it's all fucked up while Alastor owns his soul.
And also, i'd really love to see something of just Alastor, Husk and Niffty getting into some shenanigans together, this would be so much fun. Al and Niff who are just 2 unhinged gremlins and Husk who's done with their shit, but still cares about them and can't just leave, and it's not because of the deal. Like i imagine when husk is trying to reason with Alastor that he's about do something stupid and dangerous and Alastor's like well i don't force you to follow us this time, but Husk still goes with them because who else would watch after these two idiots?
So i think, i get your point about them!
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ellie gf headcanons
# modern au. im in luv with her. this is so long oh my god its an illness
did karate from 1st grade all the way up to high school and basically considers herself your bodyguard
immediately offers you her hoodie without a second thought when you show the slightest signs of being cold. she lets you keep it too, of course. what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t ???!!!!
she needs either your hands on her or her hands on you at all times. sosososo touchy and BIG on pda her kisses are inescapable. constantly has an arm around you or resting on your waist… the whole world needs to know. she’s actually insufferable i’m sorry but in the most endearing way ever how can you resist
“would you still love me if i was a ____???” she wants a serious answer too
genuinely thinks ur the prettiest person alive. which is kind of the bare minimum but she worships you truly
happy with any sort of date as long as it’s with you. fancy dinner? this is the only reason she keeps a suit and tie. staying in? what movie do you want, babe? running errands? she’s already waiting for you in the car!!!
speaking of cars she drives an old station wagon which used to be joel’s. ellie used to moan about how lame it was until you said that the back was perfect for sitting together during camping or stargazing…. and other activities too ;) wink wonk
gets flustered when she makes you flustered because you’re telling her that SHE did that?? she made u nervous??? shit man now shes blushing too
her love language is gifts she loves to spoil you with your favourite snacks and soft toys and even homemade gifts. she just wants you to see her in your room and have her on your mind as much as you’re in hers!!
it’s no secret that she’s an artist and it’s also no secret that her favourite subject to draw is youuu!!! her favourite thing to do is just have you sit across from her and draw what she sees
of course naturally that means she takes tons of pictures of you… to study for her drawings… and keep in her special photo album of you… and to look at when she misses you. Ofc
makes fun of you/teases you sometimes. she can be a mean bitch to other people but she would never actually hurt your feelings and you know that
ellie hates goodbyes. even if it’s after spending a full day together and you’re going to see her soon anyways… i just know she’s the kind of person who feels empty after hanging out with someone.
calls and texts about everything… and it’s always so cute :( she definitely has autocaps on
ellie: I drew you again!!
ellie: Hey babe I saw this funny bird it reminded me of u
ellie: I miss you so much. When can I see you again?
ellie: These cats r like us lol
keeps a pet gecko or something like that for sure. it’s you guys’ baby
her top two movie genres are horror and romance after that. the only reason romance is that high up is because it reminds her of you
does stupid romcom shit like hold a boombox outside your window. makes you mixtapes even though CDs are basically extinct (joel has a player thank god). corny pickup lines. asks you to be her valentine publicly. runs to your house in the rain. dances with you in said rain.
when she gets sick it’s like the end of the world omg… she needs u to be at her side 24/7 and hold her and keep her company and give her get well soon kisses, it’s essential to her recovery. doctors orders. he said it not her!
gets along so well with your friends and family. she does her research and takes this shit seriously! whatever it takes to make you happy because what’s better than watching your girlfriend get along with the people you love
she also takes her own family seriously - family time is important to her and she spends a lot of time with joel. it’s even better when you can join, some of her best memories are with the two of you
“i’m happy as long as you’re happy”
pet names galore. her personal favourite is just babe (classic) but when she likes others too (sweetheart, honey, darling etc she’s so cheesy it’s awful)
in conclusion she’s just a clingy sappy lesbian who’s absolutely head over heels for you. and you wouldn’t have it any other way <33
bonus: (these tweets that are so ellie)
#tlou x reader#tlou fanfiction#ellie x you#ellie tlou#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie x y/n#ellie williams x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Period Comfort
pairing : ̗̀➛sonic the hedgehog x fem!reader, amy rose x fem!reader, platonic! tails x fem!reader, knuckles x fem! reader, shadow the hedgehog x fem! reader, rouge the bat x fem! reader
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ how they comfort you on your period
warnings ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ fluff, heavy cursing, shadow being a scary cat to comfort you, protective behavior, sugar mommy rouge
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “I know the pain.” This woman already spoils your ass a lot. Seeing you down on your month just makes her want to go into sugar mommy mode. She’ll give you sass on how you should not be sad. So she doesn’t let it slide and you both go on a shopping spree. More like robbing. She didn’t pay for shit. Rouge is a kind of woman who will spoil you to death. She doesn't give a rat's ass. Rogue one time came up to you and was like, “Darling, you ran out,” and pulled out feminine products that you are comfortable in one thing different: it's expensive. She does get busy but will always check on you to see if you're okay after seeing you had cramps one day. She may not admit it but she is worried about you. In her eyes you matter more than her work. You’re lucky to have her as a soulmate. She is gonna give you the most cuddles. She will take you to a fancy dinner as well. This girl just loves you so much. She will cuddle you with heating pads. When you get moody with her she will put you in your place. I mean she is mommy and she doesn't take disrespect. “You should know better.”
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “A What?!” Let's be real fangirls. Your man doesn't know what he’s doing. To be honest he is going to freak out when he sees stained blood on your pants. It doesn't matter if you are friends or not. He doesn't know shit. The only experience he had was with Maria. That’s been 50 years (it is not even confirmed Maria had a period). Even then, he didn’t know what to do. I feel like he will let you cuddle to him for heat and he will just stay silent. He wouldn’t necessarily spoil you but he will bring you some comfort in the things you like. Maybe your favorite snacks or some shit. At least he’s trying. It’s not much but as long as you are getting comfort he is calm. You will have to teach him how to give you affection though. I don’t think he’s affectionate as much but he will try for you. He wants to make you happy. That’s all he cares about. He does not want you to be sad. It makes him uncomfortable. He will probably ask Amy or Rouge for advice about the subject and come out traumatized that you bleed out of your vagina every month but glad it doesn’t hurt just the periods. He will probably steal Rouge’s feminine products and blame it on someone else. He gets a little scared when your mood swings hit. “Please do not yell.” He says one time when you were screaming at him over something stupid.
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “That’s normal?!” When he first found out about this it was the blood stain. I mean who wouldn’t notice? He freaks out and would probably just run through the house like a maniac until you do something about it. He runs up to you and makes sure you are alive. You are confused as fuck. You will have to tell him what a period is. He doesn’t know much about girls. Thinks youre dying when you have cramps. He will be dramatic when you get moody with him. Will be a big baby and cry about it. He will not leave your ass alone. It's annoying. He treats you normal even after learning you bleed out of your vagina every month. I mean you said you were fine. His dumb ass took it literally. You are not fine. You are cramping! Normal or not. He will constantly run to Tails for advice (How the hell does an 8 year old know about the female body?) and then he will tell you he made the ideas. It is honestly so cocky but he wants to impress you. I feel like he will just cling to you and it will piss you off. He will most definitely give you the most comfort but it's annoying. He doesn’t know what space is (I feel like every boy doesn’t know what a period is) or what a period is. I mean it makes sense. But he is a sweetheart but dramatic. You most definitely pushed this mf off the bed. “Hey hitting is-...ow!” You throw random objects at him.
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Aww man, do you need help?” Bro probably knows more than me. The 8 year old is a fucking genius. I headcanon him to be like a dork like Donnie from tmnt. Same vibes. Anyways, he is your best friend and wants you to be healthy. Will spam you until you take care of yourself. He will give you so much comfort. You too are platonic besties! He will force you to drink a lot of water and eat a lot of healthy snacks. Does not take no for an answer. He will probably give you baby eyes because he wants to convince you. I mean you are a monster if you say no. How dare you! He will probably inform you on different facts so you know what’s happening with your body. You listen to an 8 year old? Cool. He will most definitely help you track your period if your memory is bad or you just need constant reminders. One time it was one day before your period and he sees signs and pulls out his calendar on you. “Your menstrual cycle starts tomorrow!”
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “Oh dear!” She is such a sweetheart. She will bake you some of your favorite treats! She loves you so much and is so sad seeing you hurt so much. She cries when you get upset with her. She is really sensitive but understands you. She will give you the best cuddles and pull up your favorite game for you both to play. She will let you win if it’s a competitive game. She feels so bad that you hurt so much. One day this sweet bean brings you flowers and your favorite candies and sees you hurt she exclaims. “Oh my!” She gives you kisses all over your cheeks and lips. She does not leave you in pain. She will do anything for you to stop hurting. She will not accept you being sad. You are her love. She loves you too much for you to be sad like this. If you have an emergency and run out of pads she will dash to a local pharmacy and give you everything you need and a plushie.
˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ “What’s that?” You will have to explain in so much detail. He will not know what you mean. He will think you are dying and try to stop the bleeding. You tell him before he pulls off your pants to see the blood. He still doesn’t know what it is. He hears you. He will need time to process. Ask you a bunch of questions. He will probably ask Rouge or Amy for advice (sorry Cream and Blaze you don’t matter). He trusts them to know since they are women. Rouge will tease him so much but will help. Amy being the sweetheart she is, will bake something for you. He comes back with pads/tampons/menstrual cups (whatever you are comfortable in) with Amy’s fresh baked cookies. He also has a smile on his face. He is so sweet. I feel like he will get offended with the sudden mood swings. “Hey watch the attitude!” Something along those lines. He doesn’t like you being an asshole to him. He will comfort you. A few kisses, hugs, and cuddles. Not unless you want something else. He wants nothing more but for you to be happy. He values that. He wants you okay. You are his.
#shadow the hedgehog x reader#sonic the hedgehog x reader#tails the fox#amy rose x reader#rouge the bat x reader#knuckles the echidna x reader
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i love your blog more than i’ve loved anything on earth before.. can you maybe write something about 1995 rust and reader working a late night together and taking an awkward and romantically charged truck ride to the bar together?? oh im a fool for some good old yearning. hope you’re doing well i love what ya do
ahhh! thank you so much! i too love some good ol' yearning so i whipped some up quick! enjoy, darlin! (this takes place in the middle of the first of many and the start of something new and jj)
“We oughta call it a night.” Your voice rang out in the empty space of the precinct. It had to be bordering nine thirty and your body was begging for release from your hunched-over position, having been pouring over a surplus of articles for the past couple of hours. The slope of Rust’s shoulders jerked slightly as if forgetting where he was or that you had decided to hang back with him in the first place.
“Time is it?” He rumbled out, using the heel of his palm to rub at a tired eye.
“9:37. You good to drop me off still?” You replied after a quick glance at your wrist. Your truck was still in the shop but you couldn’t complain much if it meant being around Rust a little extra.
“Don’t worry about it. Sleep decides when it wants to find me. Even then it never really takes hold.” The casual admittance threaded with his perplexing way of describing what troubles him would never fail to bewilder you.
“Well…if you ain’t sleepin’ anytime soon could you be persuaded to stop for a drink on the way back? My treat.”
Rust had the humor to snort, a sharp and haughty sound, “If the company you keep makes a lady pay then they’re shit.”
“The company I keep mostly nowadays consists of Marty and the feral cat taking up residence in my yard every now and then.”
“Therein lies the problem.”
‘He likes to be spoiled. What can you do.” You shrugged playfully while beginning to gather your things.
“The cat or Marty?” That finally made you shoot out a laugh and he squashed down the distant desire to preen at your amusement.
Not fun outside of parties. Fuck you, Marty.
“We’ll grab a drink or two.” He relinquished. You pumped a fist in the air in a small celebration of victory with a hushed hiss of a ‘yes!’ The day was long and you could use a beer paired with the continued company of the wiry enigma.
As you mosied over to his truck and hopped in you batted your lashes in what dramatic fashion you could muster through your fatigue, “Free drinks and the voluntary companionship of Mr. Cohle? Gee, did I strike lucky-”
“I don't recall sayin' free.” He lit a cigarette with one hand and began to steer out of the lot with the other. It was concerning how such a mundane act could start to get you all hot and bothered.
“With you stickin' your nose in my business about what friends I do and don’t have they became free, I believe there was the implication of mighty disdain towards makin’ a lady pay.” A dainty finger wagged in his direction.
“I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of a lady-” The swat of your quick hand at his arm served as an interruption to his bullshitting. He was funny. When he wanted to be. Maybe not hardly ever but sometimes the mood struck whenever the stars decided to align just right. You thought it foolish to think the odds were specifically in your favor during moments like these but seeing him even a little bit at ease couldn’t hold you back from running right into the arms of said foolishness itself. Marty would dub you delusional. He could also kiss your ass.
Plain and simple.
“Because of your outright boorishness, I will be demanding some top-shelf finery tonight.” You half-sassed while he blew smoke from his sloped nose at your theatrics. The way you could go from suppressed and professional to the feisty spitfire sitting beside him now would soon throw him on his ass sooner than preferred. His liability to stop it was growing weaker with each car ride despite everything in his mind screaming to bring it to a severe halt. He wanted you far away from him but wanted you in constant proximity a hairsbreadth more.
“Low shelf. Maybe.”
“Top or bust. Consider it initiation as my new form of company. Just how it goes, friend.” You jokingly admonished and it was considered final.
Friend. He detested the warmth that took siege over his being.
#reds-writings#rust cohle#true detective#true detective season 1#rust cohle x reader#anon ask#writer blog#rust cohle imagine#true detective imagine#blurb#drabble#request#jj universe#they are so silly
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could i get some schlatt and his gf/wife finding out they're having a baby / dad!schlatt pls? </3
also can i be ☄️ anon? (if it's ok and the emoji is available ofc!!)
omgggg i love this sm it's so sweet :( also this got a LOT longer than i thought lmao enjoy
♡ you and schlatt have been in a committed relationship for a few years at this point. marriage was on the table but kids you weren't so sure
♡ you personally wanted to have them but you never really talked to schlatt about it because it was not really in your thoughts at that time
♡ but that all changed when you noticed you had missed your period and it was a couple weeks since you two had sex
♡ you bought like five different pregnancy tests from the pharmacy
♡ and all five were positive
♡ you freaked out, naturally
♡ schlatt was off recording something so he wasn't home
♡ you called your best friend and told them you were pregnant, they were happy but also wanted to support you
♡ you didn't want to abort or anything but at the same time you weren't sure what schlatt wanted because he never expressed interest in having a kid
♡ you've seen him with his nieces and nephews before and he was great with them
♡ his little niece made him a friendship bracelet and he didn't take it off till you went home
♡ him showing off his old consoles to the nephews
♡ playing outside with all the kids
♡ (idk i feel like schlatt would be great w/ kids hehe)
♡ you didn't think he'd be opposed to the idea but you also were unsure
♡ regardless, you knew you had to tell him that night
♡ he came home in the early evening with plans to simply order in food and relax the rest of the night with you and the cats, but he was greeted by you on the couch nervously stimming
♡ "babe? are you okay?"
♡ "there's something i need to tell you."
♡ it's a bit hard to outright say, "i'm pregnant." you pace around the apartment trying to say the right words, but instead opt to simply show him the positive pregnancy tests
♡ "you're pregnant?"
♡ "uh huh."
♡ he has to take a moment.
♡ he has envisioned himself with a kid a couple of times in his life
♡ but only as a passing thought
♡ he was more unsure about how you would feel because you never expressed any interest in having them either
♡ but now, in that moment, he imagines your family
♡ and a huge smile spreads across his face.
♡ "you're pregnant!" he's so happy now omg :((
♡ "you want to keep it?"
♡ "only if you want to."
♡ so yeah! you're keeping it :)
♡ he goes to every doctor's appointment with you
♡ and also to those classes that teach ppl about giving birth, how to hold the baby, etc etc
♡ reads all of the parenting books with you
♡ you make way too many baby yuto jokes
♡ "you better not treat them like you treated that toy baby"
♡ "I WON'T!"
♡ is so sweet when you're having mood swings
♡ also brings you anything you want esp if you're having weird pregnancy cravings
♡ i feel like you'd want to keep it a surprise so you ask ppl not to get pink/blue shit for the baby shower
♡ he wants a son but you don't really mind if it's a boy or a girl.
♡ okay so going to the hospital
♡ you go into labor on a random night, thankfully you're not anywhere in public, you're just chilling at home
♡ the baby bag is all packed and schlatt speeds to the hospital to get you in a room
♡ is there for you the whole time
♡ gets you ice chips
♡ holds your hand as you push it out
♡ softly reassures you that you're doing great, he's so proud of you
♡ he's so excited to see the baby :(
♡ if you have a boy, he's absolutely overjoyed.
♡ but if you have a girl? omg. he vows to protect her and spoil her rotten.
♡ she'd be his little princess FOR SURE
♡ ik schlatt has said he wants a son but he'd be such a girl dad and i absolutely LOVE that idea sm
♡ but either way he loves his kid the moment he holds them in his arms
♡ if schlatt had a son:
♡ he'd teach his son how to play baseball for sure
♡ v supportive if he does decide to pursue baseball as a hobby
♡ is there for his tryouts and helps him practice
♡ goes to all his games even if they're away
♡ and even if he doesn't want to do a sport, is super supportive of anything he wants to do
♡ doing a lot of "manly" things with him (manning the grill, car things, building a shed, etc)
♡ attempts to give him a cigar but you're like no. absolutely not.
♡ omfg schlatt showing him all of his old consoles and stuff and them playing video games together
♡ also they def build his first pc together
♡ schlatt going on drives with him to the desert lol
♡ you are kind of adamant about schlatt teaching him to shoot but he assures you it'll be in a safe environment and won't be till he's a teen lmfao
♡ when he brings home his first partner schlatt's like "you better treat 'em right, just like how i taught ya."
♡ if he needs advice asking someone out he tells him how he asked you out
♡ you love your boys sm :((
♡ as for his daughter...
♡ buys his princess anything she wants
♡ dresses her up in the CUTEST little dresses and stuff
♡ is so protective of her, if anyone looks at her weird, they get a death glare
♡ you bought her a play makeup palette and she begged her daddy to let her do his makeup
♡ (just think of that one scene from parks and rec where ron had his makeup done by the kids lmao)
♡ he's got all that shit smeared on his face and she's loving it
♡ you take so many pictures and videos of them
♡ ALWAYS calls you and her "his girls"🥺🥺🥺
♡ when she gets her first period he buys. all the pads.
♡ you and schlatt are so sweet w/ her too, with you telling her about everything and him trying his best to be there for her even if he doesn't get everything
♡ her bringing home her first partner and him threatening them w a gun (jkjk)
♡ but he's 100% the dad who's like "if u hurt my princess, i'm hurting u"
♡ especially if she brings home a boy lmao
♡ much like w/ his son, is super supportive of what she wants to do whether it be sports, band or anything
♡ there's a clip from chuckle sandwich or something where schlatt said he'd want to record home videos on older devices so he can teach his kid how to use them to watch the videos
♡ and that's so real
♡ he has an old ass camera where he records all the christmases and birthdays and other occasions
♡ also loves spoiling his kid on those occasions: buys them all the gifts
♡ all three of you putting up the tree in november
♡ you 100% have those family ornaments where u have the picture in it and the year <3333
♡ and you and the kid convincing schlatt to have a matching costume w/ them
♡ if they're in some sort of school production he brings the camera and you and him cheer the loudest when they come on stage :(
♡ constant trips to new york to show them his roots
♡ playing his favorite music in the car
♡ also he 100% keeps you and the kid off the internet
♡ schlatt loves his family so much
♡ absolutely brags about his kid and his wife to his friends/coworkers ALL THE TIME
#☄️ anon <3#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt imagine#jschlatt fluff#schlatt x reader#schlatt fluff#jschlatt fanfiction#jschlatt x you#jschlatt x y/n#schlatt imagine#schlatt x you#schlatt x y/n#schlatt fanfic#jschlatt fic
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Kenma Kozum
ONE SHOT : BABY DADDY
W: slight suggestive, kissing, fluff, kenene being rich asf( i might make a pt 2 for this.. smut??)
You were spoiled rotten by your one and only baby daddy, Kenma Kozume. Yeah, the CEO of bouncing ball corp and the well known professional gamer.
You two met on a bar where you worked at since you were having trouble in paying your own bills and college tuitions. While you were serving some drinks for the costumers, he was on the other table with his friends. He was uninterested by all of it and was only there since he was forced by his friend, Kuroo, he find away to excuse himself from the table and was ready to go home not until he saw, you.
You were getting harassed by two old men asking for a threesome and shit, since you were having a hard time getting away from these filthy men, you accidentally spilled the alcohol on the other man's blazer. The man was furios and asking you to pay him and that's where Kenma pop in throwing some money ─ may i remind you it was more than the exact prize of the cheap blazer ─ on the guy's face before grabbing you by the arm leading you from the quiet side of the bar.
He didn't know what came up to him when he have the instinct to save you but he did eitherwise. You wanted to pay back your handsome savior but he only gave you a business card telling you, "If you want to pay me back, call me when you're not busy." He said with his monotone voice. It was hot tbh.
And that's how you ended up in the man's lap while he played a game on his large set of computer. Kissing you once he get to complete a level. He caress you plump thighs that rest on the side of his waist, "What do you want to have for dinner?" He asked before leaning back on his chair facing you.
"hmm,"
You leaned in to give him a peck on the lips before smirking, "Is it okay if i have you for dinner, ken?" You asked innocently, he was used to your flirty anitics but he always complied to your requests.
He didn't say anything and man handled you there and then, with you desperately bouncing and grinding on his you know who.
After that quicky you ate real foods, you were numb that he set up the bed table for you to eat on the bed, he doesn't have a big appetite ─ unless you were the one he was eating ─ so he let you have the food all to yourself while you feed him once in a while or when he asked you to.
You were so glad you have him, you just knew he was the one God sent you as your savior. He gave you everything you wanted, you were even supported you through college until you graduated, you were si thankful for him you wanted to give him something in return, well, you gave him you, yourself since you don't have any money to pay him back. He was happy and contented with that though, you were all he needed.
Kenma snuggled closer to your side, his hands snaking around your waist while you two watched the new movie of 'Black Clover'. He rests his head on your shoulder clearly sleepy. You were glad that this man can get sleepy, he was suffering from insomnia and can't really sleep but you appeared, he can basically sleep anywhere with you by his side.
"Are you sleepy?" You asked your hand travelled on his head making it hard for him to stay up, he shook his head his nose tickling your neck. The childlike behavior made you chuckle, he wanted to stay up with you and finish the movie.
"Not.. yet" he tiredly breath out, you could feel him put all his weight on your side, his breathing was slowing down indicates that he already fell asleep with your hand on his hair, his face still burried on the crook of your neck.
"What a baby.."
You sigh before looking back at the tv, you wouldn't dare to move if you did he might not get to sleeo again, or force you to sleep with him. He reminds you of a cat, well he was basically a cat at this point.
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antics; (ii.)
pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader
wordcount: 700+
warnings: fluff
note: if simon is a cat he’d be orange (also on AO3)
summary: simon pranks reader back
part i. | part ii. | part iii.
Meese yowled in one long continuous tone, waking you up in a panic. You grabbed your phone to take a quick look at the clock before rushing outside to see what’s happening to your little spoiled cat. The last time he yowled like this he brought home a big leaf and the wind blew it away and he won't stop crying for a whole day, lamenting the loss of his leaf under the couch.
The little bastard meowed quieter—like the true drama queen he is—as you walked closer. You see him pawing at the front door, persistently meowing until you get close enough, before making figure eights around your legs with his tail up.
“Calm the fuck down, Meese.” You heard your neighbour on the other side of the door. You grab your kitty and hold him in your arms before opening the door.
You were greeted with a sight of your neighbour in a dark hoodie with a matching dark facemask, holding a stack of two tupperwares in one hand
“Uh.. Hi?” You offered.
He held the containers up higher, “Cooked something for you and the boy.” He said in favour of a hello. The concern in your face must have shown because he continued, “I looked up online what cats are not supposed to eat, and left some herbs out. Didn’t even salt his portion.”
You were surprised at the generosity and thoughtfulness of your neighbour. He was practically a stranger, and yet here he is, cooked salmon in hand. Thanking him profusely, with an offer to come in that he rejected, he gave Meese a little pet on the head and scritches under his chin before leaving.
When you opened your tupperware, you saw he had cooked herbed salmon with roasted baby potatoes, drizzled on top was some kind of fragrant oil—you had guessed it was truffle—and two little quartered pieces of lemon. He’s very fancy.
Opening Meese’s container however, you see a gigantic piece of salmon, like twice the size of the one in your container.
Wait, did he put the wrong fish in the wrong box?
Knocking on his door with both boxes in hand, he opened the door without his mask on, and this would be the first time you see the lower half of his face without a mask. You were taken aback for a little while before he spoke up, snapping you out of your momentary pause.
“Yeah?” He looked down at you and then at the containers. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was waiting for you, considering how quickly he answered the door.
Pushing the tupperwares higher so he could see the clear sides of it, you asked if he had accidentally mixed the fishes up.
He terribly hid a shit eating grin, “Nah. I didn’t. Made sure of it.”
“You’re smirking!” You point an accusatory finger at him, laughing when he does. His smile lines compliments his crows feet and you couldn’t help but to match his wide grin.
He moved to the side, “Come in. Get you some more salmon.”
This time it's your turn to refuse an invite to come inside. “Oh, no. I’m not here to ask for more food or anything, just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a mix-up.”
“Wanted to get you back for the whole meese situation.” He confessed.
“Pardon?”
“When you told me his name. You said Meese is plural for Moose. Told my boss that and embarrassed myself.”
This is what you had actually wanted to happen in the first place, for someone to fall for that trick, but damn you felt guilty that he probably got laughed at by his boss and co-workers.
“Sorry.."
He waved you off, gesturing at the tupperware with a smile. “Got you back, didn’t I?”
“Umm…?” You blink slowly at him. “I embarrassed you in front of your boss… so you… cooked… a delicious meal for me and my cat..?”
His face turned bright red, “Well, since you put it that way it does sound like you got me both times.”
It’s almost endearing how he thought he got you back, seeing the time and effort he put on cooking those dishes.
You repaid his kind revenge by bringing Meese over to his place more often.
#call of duty#call of duty imagines#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#scuffed writing#meese universe
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CRIMSON KNOLASTNAME x GN!READER
@psychicanais asked
hey i’m just asking maybe could you do dating head canons for crimson from helluva boss? nsfw or sfw i don’t mind <33
FINN's response
Hello ! I' m sorry if this headcanons can be a bit OOC , I tried making it realistic as much as possible . I' m a SFW blog but I felt a bit risky last night and mix some NSFW headcanons there hehe
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NOTE : I don' t condone this behavior in real life . If you' re sensitive to heavy topics I suggest reading something else in my page !
I literally have to rewatch S2 EP 3 for this cause i don't give two shits about MOXXIE' s dad
If you guys are interested in requesting , my requests are open ! Just make sure to read my INFO's !!
Reader : GENDER NEUTRAL , YOU / YOUR
Character : CRIMSON KNOLASTNAME
Mentions : SPOILERS (?) , DARK Toxic relationship , Abusive , spoilers(?) , Sexism, lack knowledge of LGBTQ / homosexuality
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How you guys met
[] To be honest , I don't really see Crimson getting into committed relationships . He would just do one night stands wether a woman or a man whenever he feels ykyk
[] Crimson probably met you in a bar or you were once his victim that seduced him while you're about to get killed ( I'm loosing creativity for this one- )
[] So Crimson made you as one of his toys whenever he wants to relieve himself , calling you and talking to you just because of that .
[] Slowly meeting more other than in bed , making you as an employer of his Mafia , making you live in his house , and now actually dating . In those correct orders .
[] Crimson asked you out after one of his successful kills
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[] Crimson would spoil you with gifts , expensive ones and the most questionable yet disgusting ones too . He gifted you a skull once , the skull was from one of the people who mistreated you
[] Crimson would bite you at every part of your body whenever you guys are alone , He doesn't care if it's visible . He wants people to know you're his .
[] Crimson will and would show you off to his gangsters and to everyone
[] Crimson will call you " His treasure " or " His bait " . . If you guys are alone he'll call you " Darling " or " Dear / Dearest "
[] Crimson will literally flirt with you at any given time just to see your flustered reaction . If you do flirt back , you know what will happened next
[] Crimson will make you as bait to get his victims , if his victims gets closer to you or touch you . You'll see the victim's skull on the wall
[] Crimson would get very possessive over you
[] Crimson would get an obsession over you , He doesn't want anyone to be closer to you or take you away from him .
[] Crimson would be controlling of you , guilt tripping, and manipulating you at every chance he gets and maybe even isolating you
[] Crimson will get his gangsters to monitor you everywhere you go . He's not gonna let you try and do anything funny .
[] If you' re a man , he would choose being the top everytime you guys sleep together . It' s less gay , he said . .
[] If you're a woman , he would talk shit about your behavior for not being a "woman" enough .
[] Crimson will punish you for disobeying him . To talking back to him , doing something or going somewhere without his permission , and more
[] Crimson will do quickies with you in risky places , it gets him riled up and will be extra harsh on you
[] Crimson will degrade and praise you outside and inside of the bedroom , there' s no in between
[] There' s times that Crimson is uncharacteristically clingy and sweet . He'll purr like a cat if you pet him after a long day , wrapping his tail around you for more
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I guess that's all for him . . I couldn't think of anything else and since this isn't my cup of tea . I tried my best , I hope you like it !
If there's any grammar / spelling mistakes , please let me know !
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Live-read: The Wheel of Destiny #8, Kerubim.
You can find this article on the Dofus MMO's site, by simply googling it.
A bit of context: this is an article, from the series called "Wheel of Destiny," which focuses on small character studies of various ecaflip characters from the World of Twelve. I won't be doing all of them, just the ones that interest me.
It is my decision to start with this in particular, because of the relatively small size of the article, to test out this... reading liveblogs thing. I hope it goes well, and isn't too boring.
I hate Eca so much it's unreal, just so you know.
To make it more obvious which parts are me, and which parts are the article, while you're skimming the post, I turned on my computer's night mode for making screenshots.
...My sincerest apologies to tumblr's dark mode users, though. I'm sure this is a nightmare for you.
And this is what I was talking about in the previous posts, where I said that, canonically, Kerubim's friendship with Bashi started before the Quest of Two Mornings in Episode 3, Strich Hunt.
Very sad to disappoint, but there does not actually seem to be a Croc Ness monster in the Dofus MMO.
Yet another confirmation of the temple being situated in Amakna. (Besides my own geographical estimations while watching the show, and it literally being there in the Dofus MMO.)
It's a long ass way between the temple, and the swamp, but it is realistically doable for two kids, especially if they have a carriage. (Which Kerubim, being the guy responsible for feeding Ecaflip, does have access too.)
"Five-Cat Monte" is a reference to "Three-Card Monte" which is a real thing.
Glad to know Bashi is also very normal and sane as a kid. Also, very glad that older kids, who give lessons, react to things like this by essentially going "Sure, go die I guess."
God, they are so fucking stupid. Anyway, they are talking about some real landmarks here, all of which are also around Amakna, and seem to be pretty accurate to the in-game geography.
...It feels nice to be right.
...I suppose that, despite its faults, the orphan temple actually gives a shit about its disciples not dying. Color me surprised? Eh, I'm mostly joking. It would be very weird if they didn't.
I will spoil things ahead for you: Ecaflip used magic to make Kerubim look like Atcham.
Bashi's reaction to Atcham being "AAAAH NOT THAT FUCKING CREEPY KID AGAIN 😨". The way he pretty much says, "a ghost?? NO. SOMETHING SCARIER. YOUR WEIRD FUCKING BROTHER."
It all implies., So much. It implies so much. I'm still not over it.
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Pictured: my vision of how Bashi reacted to Atcham, when Kerubim (against his will, unwillingly, and deeply embarrassed) was forced to introduce them to one another.
I like to think that before they began to hate one another, Kerubim's relationship with Atcham was similar to what he had with Patafiks. Except instead of copying him, Atcham would, idk. Threaten to kill himself if he got any friend other than him? Threaten to kill his friends?
Something insane and jealousy-based like that.
I may be that guy who's very critical of Kerubim, and constantly going "Atcham's sad implied backstory this, Atcham's sad implied backstory that," but you don't get reactions like that by simply being extremely bullied.
You get reactions like that by being That Heavily Bullied Kid With 20 Mental Illnesses Who Attacks People With Sharp Objects.
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Pictured: my rough theory of whatever the fuck happened between Kerubim and Atcham in the orphanage.
It is a funny image... that quickly wraps around back to being sad, once you think about little orphan Atcham, who people fucking hate for being a bingus, who has nobody except for his equally-orphaned brother (who doesn't look weird, can actually make friends, and leave him alone, if he wants to. Which he does.) and how at such a young age he got desperate enough to resort to what seems to be violence to protect himself.
Which got him absolutely no help. And also made people look down on him even further.
I think the funniest part of it all is that Atcham as an adult has:
1. The knowledge that hating Kerubim is literally not productive and a weird fucking coping mechanism.
Yet he keeps doing that.
2. A sort of moral compass that's all about protecting and respecting those in the same shit situation as him. (Even if they insult him. He hates that, but he's mature enough to uh.... just shave people against their will about it.)
While Kerubim is like. Still struggling with even saying that he doesn't even hate his brother. Somehow, he's the more emotionally constipated one.
So normal of them.
Anyway,
I think here we can see a bit of the internal growth Kerubim has had, from the time when he was a child, to adulthood.
Joris cannot picture Kerubim being ashamed, or disgusted, by Atcham, despite this article showing him doing exactly that.
It is the reason why I think one of the factors that contributed to Kerubim adopting, and keeping, Joris, was his guilt over whatever Atcham went through, despite how much he likes to say that he doesn't like Atcham.
Joris is different from other kids: small, weird, probably bald. And in any other situation, it's likely he'd develop a complex about it, except his dialogue in the movie specifically implies that Kerubim has put in conscious parenting effort into preventing exactly that.
While it's obvious that Kerubim loves Joris, there are many flaws in his parenting. So him putting a petabyte worth of effort and research into one single aspect of it is... very telling.
Now for a bit of a reach/headcanon: Who's to say that the reason Joris doesn't have many friends, is not Kerubim trying to isolate him from any potential source of shame or trauma? This part, as I've said, is purely speculation/headcanon — but it is an interesting thought.
And Atcham, who was there, and experienced shit like this from Kerubim, is still swayed by Joris's words.
What I think happened between them is that Kerubim, who yearns for societal approval, is afraid of being like Atcham, who is often ostracized and disliked by people for his looks. Besides this, I think Atcham, who was Going Through Horrors, was clingy.
For these reasons, he pushed Atcham away, and it is this betrayal, coupled with Kerubim's advantages in the form of not looking weird and being Ecaflip's favorite, that made Atcham fucking detest him.
What it all means is that Joris isn't necessarily wrong: Kerubim wouldn't hurt Atcham (at least, not unless it's self defense), and what he did was just... trying to save his own skin as kid.
Which isn't exactly malicious.
And I guess Atcham agrees with Joris on Kerubim's incapability of doing harm to him on purpose. Otherwise, he would never be convinced to change his mind.
There is probably a reason for why Kerubim would rather live in a forest, than go back to the temple looking like Atcham. And as I've said, I don't think it's a happy one.
Now think about Atcham doing this his whole life and get sad. Like I just did.
I think that, of all the things, it's most disgusting that whatever happened to Kerubim and Atcham was happening under the watch of Ecaflip, and perhaps even because of him.
I wouldn't put it past him to orchestrate their hatred for each other for fun. Or because he wanted Kerubim all alone, to himself.
I also find it interesting, the way Ecaflip says "once more" here. Implies that it used to be a normal thing for him. I suppose my guesses of Kerubim being disliked by other kids due to Atcham may have some merit.
And god, it makes me so, so sad.
He cares enough to intervene when Kerubim is about to die, which goes against his own rules, but not when it's about his kids' life being fucking awful.
...Maybe Oropo was right.
Do we know if Ecaflip's emotions are even genuine? He is the narrator of this story, after all, and he could be lying. He puts Kerubim in danger many times. Many. Just for fun and his own amusement.
I will take Ecaflip's narration as a straight-forward one, — that he really is feeling these things, but it still reads as manipulation, even if he is doing it for "Kerubim's sake". He's not a good father and never will be one, and these are very cruel lessons.
I will be real, their relationship disgusts me to my heart <3 Amen.
And now we know why Kerubim is... like that. And why his parenting is so overbearingly sweet, controlling, and obsessed with making sure Joris knows he adores him and adores him back.
Perhaps, despite everything, Atcham was the luckier one for not having Ecaflip's "love" the way Kerubim did, but honestly, I feel both of them had it equally shitty.
A true "would you rather sit on an anthill or sit on a cactus" choice.
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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead
Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen
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Chapter Twenty
Nancy frowned as she tried to think about what to do next. Eddie and Steve were sitting with her at the kitchen table while Eddie chowed down on his leftover dinner. He hadn't eaten since the previous day at lunchtime. Meanwhile, Nancy was lost in thought. She tried to call the Byers, but the line was busy, and she was even desperate enough to call Murray, but he didn't answer either. She wasn't sure how to get in contact with Dr. Owens. Suddenly, she was very worried about Mike. Why wasn't Mrs. Byers answering the phone? It's not like she could get here very quickly, anyway but they had agreed to stay in touch when she left.
"Go away, it's mine," Eddie said, breaking her out of her thoughts.
Mayhem was on the table, eyeing Eddie's plate of food. She was licking her lips. She swiped a paw at it, but Eddie blocked it with his elbow.
"Meow," Mayhem said.
"Stop acting like we don't feed you," Eddie said and hissed at the cat.
Mayhem scooted back and looked at him disaprovingly. Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say. Mayhem meowed louder. Eddie scowled and meowed back at her. Pretty soon, they were meowing back and forth.
"Eddie," Nancy laughed.
"What? She started it," Eddie replied.
"Stop arguing with the cat," she said with amusement.
"Whatever you say, meowmy," Eddie said.
"I told you that is not catching on," she replied.
"Come on, Mayhem, you want some special food?" Steve asked, and suddenly Mayhem's attention was on him.
"You spoil her, Stevie," Eddie said fondly.
Nancy stared out the kitchen window. It was quite dark outside now. They had slept longer than she thought. With everything that happened today, it was strange to realize that yesterday wasn't that long ago. Yesterday, she was at the game covering for the paper. . . The paper. . . Shit, she was supposed to drive Fred there this morning. She checked the clock. He should still be up. Nancy stood up suddenly and went to the phone.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asked, his mouth full of food.
"Calling Fred. I was supposed to be at the paper with him today, but I never showed up. He's probably worried," Nancy said.
"Hm," Eddie said and continued to eat.
It rang so many times that Nancy wasn't sure she was ever going to get through, but finally, she did.
"Hello?" Nancy asked.
"Oh, Nancy," Mrs. Benson's voice came through, and she was sobbing.
"Mrs. Benson? I, uh, was calling to check on Fred. I was supposed to take him to the paper today, but something came up, and I never got around to calling," Nancy said.
"Oh, Nancy, sweetheart. . . I hate to say this. . . I don't know how to say this, but Fred, he. . . My baby passed away tonight," Mrs. Benson sobbed. "The police are here now."
It felt like Nancy had been punched in the stomach. She hadn't been friends with Fred very long, but still, he had been her friend, and he had been so nice to her when she joined the paper so late. Everyone else had been there for a while, and some were new like her, but they had been too shy to talk to her, or they hadn't cared. Fred had been the one to approach her and show her the ropes.
"How?" Nancy asked.
"I don't know - I don't - the lights started to flicker, and I thought the power was going to go out, so I went to check on him, and he was lying there. . . He was broken. . . So broken and his eyes. . . His eyes were gone. . .I don't know, I don't know . . . " Mrs. Benson sobbed. "I have to go."
Before Nancy could ask any more questions, the line went dead. She hung up the phone and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Not again. Please, not again.
"Nancy, baby?" Eddie asked. "What's wrong?"
Steve came back into the room, his eyes going wide as he saw Nancy on the floor. Tears were spilling on her cheeks as she stared ahead in horror.
"What happened?" Steve asked.
"I don't know," Eddie frowned. "She called Fred and when she got off the phone, she was like this."
"Fred's dead," Nancy said.
"What? How?!" Steve yelped.
"L-like Chrissy," she replied.
"Shit!" Eddie cursed and dropped to her side. "Baby, I am so sorry."
Steve moved to her other side and held her tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around the both of them as Nancy's body started to shake with sobs. It wasn't fucking fair. How did she keep losing friends? Was she cursed? No, she wasn't cursed. This fucking town was. As she broke down in the arms of the men whom she loved, she realized that they all needed to fucking leave.
"This is too much," Nancy sobbed.
"Call the Byers again," Eddie said. "Call Murray again. We have to do something anything."
Eddie held Nancy tightly as they both trembled, and he whispered words of comfort in her ear. She wasn't listening to what he was saying. Everything was fading away, becoming out of focus as though she were underwater.
"They're not answering," Steve said.
"They have to fucking care! Either they don't give a shit or something is going on with them too," Eddie said.
"Mike," she heard Steve say suddenly.
"Mike?" Nancy asked.
Before anyone could say anything else, a knock sounded at the apartment door. Eddie held onto Nancy tighter while Steve picked up his bat. Still in Nancy's bathrobe, Steve looked pretty silly. He held the bat behind the door and pulled it open slightly. Nancy's eyes widened in surprise as she saw Lily standing there.
"Lily?" Nancy asked.
"Are you alright?" Lily asked.
"I don't - what are you doing here?" Nancy asked.
"We heard what happened, may we come in?" Lily asked.
A shorter woman with short dark hair and piercing brown eyes stood behind Lily. They both wore matching black suits.
"Who is that?" Nancy asked.
"This is my partner, Agent Ellen Stinson," Lily introduced.
"Agent?" Eddie and Steve asked.
"You work for them," Nancy said in realization.
"Dr. Owens sent us to keep you safe," Lily said.
"So, what all of it was just a lie? You don't have a degree in journalism," Nancy snapped.
"Yes, actually, I do. The only thing I didn't tell you was who I really worked for. I got involved in all of this while working on a story. What I do is protect people like you, those that get involved when they shouldn't. I learned my lesson, still sometimes you have to fight for the truth," Lily said and paused. "You're just kids. You shouldn't have to go through this alone."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Nancy asked.
"Mostly, because I had orders not to and the other reason is that you never know who could be listening," Lily said. "This town has been put on the map. Other people are going to be interested in this place and what lies beneath. We needed to make sure that no one like Brenner ever pulled shit like this again. You have every reason to be angry, but that can wait until later. We need to figure out what the hell is going right now. You can yell at me all you want after all of this, but right now, we have work to do."
"I'll be holding you to that," Nancy mumbled.
She knew she was right, though. Lily hadn't been the only one keeping secrets. Nancy and everyone else kept secrets about what they've been through from their own family. Nancy didn't have any right to be mad, did she?
"Let them in," Nancy said softly.
Steve stepped aside to let them in. Lily looked at Steve in amusement as she entered the apartment.
"Nice outfit," Lily said.
"Thanks, it's our girlfriend's," Steve said.
Lily looked at Eddie with the blanket still wrapped around his waist and then at Nancy, who was still wearing Eddie's Hellfire shirt. Nancy wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of being half naked in front of her former boss like she would have been a while back. It was just the human body, everyone had one. That might have been something that she picked up something from Steve and Eddie, considering they have no shame when it comes to certain things.
"Right," Lily said. "Tell us everything that's happened so far."
Eddie shared a look with Nancy, and she nodded. He began to tell her everything that happened, and when he was done, he looked very close to crying.
"And I just called my friend Fred. His mother answered and told me - told me he was dead too - just like Chrissy," Nancy said.
"Jesus, another death?" Agent Stinson asked.
"Is it another kid with powers or maybe someone from the Upside Down?" Eddie asked. "Do you guys have any clue at all?"
"That's what we're here to find out," Lily replied.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Nancy was quick to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Nancy! They took her!" Dustin's came through the phone. "They just came and took her. I mean, they talked with her for a while and she just went with them. . .willingly!"
"Slow down, what are you talking about?" Nancy asked.
"A group of men and Dr. Owens came by to talk to El. After a long conversation that we weren't a part of, El decided to go with him. She said something about becoming a superhero again," Dustin said. "I think she's going to try and get her powers back. Wayne tried to stop her, but it was her choice to go with them."
"Okay, we'll be there soon. Just sit tight. Is Max still there?" Nancy asked.
"Yeah, we tried to get a hold of Lucas earlier, but he's not picking up," Dustin said.
"Shit, Lucas, I didn't even think. . .he doesn't know about any of this," Nancy muttered. "We'll be there soon."
She turned to Steve and Eddie, suddenly feeling queezy and lightheaded.
"What?" Eddie asked.
"They took El," Nancy said.
"What?!" Eddie and Steve exclaimed.
"Dr. Owens came by and took El. I guess he found a way to bring her powers back. She went with them willingly, Wayne tried to stop her, but it was her choice," Nancy said.
"No, no fucking way," Eddie muttered and ran his hands over his face. "FUCK!"
"Come on. Let's get dressed," Nancy said.
Once they were all dressed, they headed out the door. Once again, Mayhem refused to let them leave without her. Nancy was relieved because, honestly, she needed all the cuddles that she could get. Sensing her distress, Mayhem nudged her head against Nancy's stomach and purred. She curled up against Eddie in the backseat while Steve drove, and they both clung to each other tightly as they thought about their situation. She knew that Eddie was thinking about El as much as she was thinking about Fred. She let a sniffle.
"I fucking hate this," Nancy said and Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her head.
"We're still here, baby," Eddie said softly.
It felt like a blow to her stomach. How long were they going to be here for? How much time did she have left with the men she loved?
Chapter Twenty-One
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Look at my eyes ➶۪ ｡˚
Characters : Lee Minho x gang member fem!reader
Tw : gang activity, Minho is written as a softie drugs angst knives blood happy ending, swearing a lot of it
Minho is addicted to you he knew he was the way he will trace over your touch never taking off the necklace you gave him, waiting for your texts ،staying up late with you on the phone , and he loves how you spoiled him you will never say no to him he was such a softie around you wanting to be taking care of by you only you he never liked feeling like he was owned but to feel owned by you that’s a feeling that he will die for
. You are so fucking. good at what you do
Ever since Minho met you 2 years ago ,a rush was added to his life you made everything so much more fun so much more energetic, he found himself easily comfortable around you. Everyone did his members his family his friends you were just that type person you know ? everyone had fun around you ! You’re full of life you were doing what you love the most
He met you at a park when he ran away from society after a long day of work, he sat at the park bench at 2 AM thinking about life
when he heard a unfamiliar voice ,He looked up feeling his breath catching in his throat you were stunning , your hair was down you were wearing jeans sports bra and a cropped sleeveless jean jacket showing your stunning figure and was covered in tattoos all over your arm and neck your cap hiding most of your face and he could tell how much of a jewelry lover you were judging by the amount of chains rings and piercings you had . It was summer the weather was so hot outside yet this rush of cold air hit him in the face when you spoke “ are you okey dude ? You shouldn’t be out at this hour by yourself yk ? “ you said walking closer to him “ i could ask you the same “ he said backing away “chill I’m not going to hurt you that’s not what I do to pretty boys “ he could help the blush that crept to his face “ I’m just thinking about things “
“Damn life is being a bitch and fucking everyone up lately huh ?”
He chuckled at that “yeah that’s one way to put it “
“ wait… aren’t you that Lee Minho dude for the band stray kids “
“Y-yeah that’s me “
“ holy shit are you just going to set there you’re lucky I wasn’t some crazy person that will make one hell of a news headline “
“ didn’t really know where to go “
“ fellow me there is a bar I work at across the park I’ll keep you company until you need to leave “
Usually he would have been on his way by now but something about just didn’t let him leave just yet he fallowed you with so much ease it scared him you entered the bar and sat in table that was far away from the others and went ahead and ordered some drinks for the both of you “ hope you like the place “ taking a look around it was quite empty people probably left already the music that was playing was early 2000s songs the lights were off just some led lights here and there “ yeah it looks nice “ just as your drinks were there taking a sip of his own ( after looking at it for a while to make sure it had nothing in it ) he jumped hearing you y’all at the guy who was on the dj set “ you better not mess my shit up minjun drink you fruity drinks in the bar “ as fast as you spoke the guy ran back to the bar stools “you play music here ?” He asked “yeah funny enough I used to want to be an idol “ and your conversation sparked from there he went home at 6 am that day (after fighting with you over the bill that you paid for at the end ,he found himself coming back to you every night after that even tho he always thought to himself that this is bad he can’t be seen with you you’re so much different from him fans will freak out if they saw him with you but the way you just took care of him made him weak in the knees he just had to be around you
every sign of the “ tough Lee Minho “disappeared he was just your soft cat/dance/food loving friend,well …he eventually leveled up to be your boyfriend
Back to today:
On Fridays you don’t work so you spend all day at home relaxing as you told him before so usually when he gets home at 10 pm he’ll find you there waiting for me today he wanted to surprise by coming home at 8 but to his surprise he doesn’t find you there
“ well that’s weird she didn’t text me she going to be out “
he texts you and wait around changing his clothes and getting comfy in your couch staring out of the huge windows that had a full view of the city your cat “ace” on his lap watching tv until the clock hit 9:50 pm he heard the sound of the code to your apartment being punched in he looks at his phone seeing that you haven’t read his texts so he reaches to the front door only to find you holding a cloth over your hand blood all over it you mouth had a cut in it to “ Minho ? What are you doing here ? “ you said as you finally noticed him “the fuck happened to you “ he said leading you to the kitchen taking the aid kit and helping you clean up “it’s just a couple of bruises and cuts baby boy I’ll be fine “ you said trying to make him feel at ease “ y/n you’re bleeding what do you mean it’s nothing ?!” He yelled at you you kept quiet and headed to shower as he waited for you he saw your duffel bag sitting by the door he doesn’t know what got to him but he went and started going through it and he wish so bad that he didn’t it was filled with cash , racing gear, drugs,pocket knife , bags of pills that’s didn’t have names on them cigarettes he looks down in horror at all of them “y/n what actually are you” he heard the water stop and he runs back to his spot on the couch next to your cat you come out of the shower in long black shorts and tank top you head your kitchen first grabbed a shot cup filled it with alcohol and put it on your eyebrow piercing a part from your routine for it to not get infected you could feel his eyes on you since your kitchen and living room where in the same space “ why are you looking at me like that ?” She asked leaning on the kitchen counter “what are you ?” He asked the “tough “ side of him was put in use for the first time around “ y/n? your girlfriend remember?” The reply only got on his nerves more actually “ no I mean what ARE YOU ? What do you actually do y/n ? You’re not just a dj are you ? “
“ min baby what are you sa-“
“Don’t lie I saw your bag “
“You went through my bag”
“Yes now answer “
The room fall silent for a few minutes
“ I’m in a gang okey ? but listen it’s not as bad as you think it is ”
“ how the fuck is being in a gang not bad ?”
“ listen it’s just what my share of life was okey? this is what’s best for me ”
“What’s best for you is doing illegal shit ? Getting in trouble with the law ? I thought you want to art school?”
“ yeah i did go to art school b-“
“ I thought you wanted to make music but I guess that’s a lie too !”
“ no it’s not I actually like what I do baby listen let me explain to you “
“Explain what ?! that all this time when I thought that you are just busy in the bar I thought you were safe thought that you were loyal thought that this relationship was actually something! You were actually out there doing god knows what it is you do ? ”
“What does me being in gang have to do with anything about our relationship “
“ It has everything to do with it !!! Y/n I showed you everything that I am I let you do whatever ever you want with me I was like an idiot giggling like a fool when you were around me I trusted you! my friend my members my family trusted you I can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner you’re coming home late at night so I thought you were working but the bar is closed in the morning so I don’t what the hell you were out doing the bloody tissues in the trash, the new cuts everyday you said it was just an accident at work I believe because you worked around drunk people ,you smelling like cigarettes ! the money! did you steal the gifts you gave me ? Did you even love me ? You played me like a fucking fool for 2 years ?!“
“Can you just shut the fuck up ?” He was caught off by the sound of glass shattering as you threw the cup to the floor. “ I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry that I’m a fuck up . that I didn’t have anyone to love me and guide me to do better,but don’t you say that I never loved you ! I loved you more than love it self you think I want this, you’re a fucking idol I’m in a gang i wanted to tell you but I lied to you because I didn’t want you to leave me i couldn’t lose you i lied knowing this was going to be your reaction you can leave me if you want I’m not stopping you but just so you know I was real with you ! Yes I lied to you but besides this lie ? every kiss hug compliment every moment and even when we mad love that shit was real Minho
Storming to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you Minho sat there in shock from you yelling at him sat there with the guilt of you actually being right you never hurt him you were so good to him gifts dates late night drives all of it you did it All for him you made love to him so sweetly he was left feeling like he is floating after words your there for him during shows interviews tours you’re proud of him for just breathing you found and made him one of your own
He looks at the clock in the kitchen and sees it was almost mid night “shit have we been fighting that long?” He grabs his stuff and leaves hoping that some space will clear both of your thoughts he leaves a note behind him tho informing you that he just wants a moment and he doesn’t want this to be the end and loves you and is sorry for what was said
Thank you guys so much for reader the first part of the “look at my eyes story “ I want to make a different ( I think ) plot were the reader is the mafia / gangster character the second part will come out in couple of hours <3
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The weird thing about lily is that she's not even good at lying even though she does it so frequently.
A perfect example is her newest way to spin Courtney's claims while, of course, presenting herself as the victim. She now says Courtney would threaten to lie about lily raping her to get her to do what they wanted.
The issue is--why would this not be the first thing Lily said when Courtney started talking? If Courtney has a history of saying all these horrid things about her, why did she wait to mention that until months later? You'd think that be the first thing she'd say in response to Courtney's words? You'd think that might even be something she brought up while telling her audience how shit Courtney was to her all those times she mentioned them before they came forward.
But no, it's something that's been alluded to and drip fed via ask awnsers for 2 weeks, months after Courtney has come forward. It makes it hard to believe it's anything but a lie.
for months, this is what LO had said about Courtney:
-that he ruined his life running after some boy.
-that he ruined his life by running after a pedophile (but this was supposed to reflect badly on Courtney and not on LO for blaming a kid for the actions of a pedophile).
-that she's a crackhead, addicted yunkie.
-that they regularly hang out in "neo nazi forums".
-that they were a spoiled princess who dig her nails into her arms during fights.
-that LO "beat the shit out of her" thousands of times. in fact, that Courtney was beaten down regularly by everyone in her life and he's still mad about. but she never suffered any abuse, trust me!
-that they're a psychopath.
-that they lie for attention.
-that they're a scammer because he didn't post receipts for cat food.
-that he is a child molester because he displayed common signs of CSA by replicating it with another child her same age and then stopping entirely out of her own volition. but this is no sign of any CSA he went through still.
-that she's a murderer because he defended himself from a person that attacked them first and that person later had a miscarriage.
-(btw, we only know those two last things because Courtney themselves said them publicly, so we can totally trust Courtney's word when it comes to bad things she did but never when it comes to bad things that LO did. this is not a double standard at all. and this doesn't contradict at all the saying that Courtney lies for attention, trust me, this makes sense if you squint hard enough).
-that she burned her pokemon cards when they were children.
-that he threatened her life with a knife in three different ocassions and sometimes even in front of their parents.
-that she was quiet and well behaved, something their parents liked.
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-oh and he SA me multiple times growing up, did i forget to mention that?
mmm. you tell me how that sounds.
i'll say this though. LO will use anything she can to smear her detractors and i do mean anything. she has tried to use an abusive partner that Brittany had as something against her. she has used domestic fights that Brittany had with her roomates. she has literally one screenshot of Lizzy saying something questionable, with no context mind you, and she was showing it to everyone around for months right after Lizzy made her own allegations. she has used Lizzy's parents supporting while she was going through college as something against Lizzy. she has used Courtney liking twilight as a preteen (the target demographic for twilight) against him. she has used all the mental issues and addictions that Patch has been struggling against as another reason to not believe him.
all these little things that anyone could see as completely mundane, irrelevant or not the fault of those people at all, LO has used them against them. as another reason why they're liars or abusive or hate her for no good reason.
so. you mean to tell me that the this woman who has done this since forever, this woman, would not use something that big the first chance that she has?
futhermore, do you mean to tell me that the woman who claims was SA abused by her sibling would then go out to make this comic specifically about that sibling?
mmmm.
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Their Kitten (7)
Summary: You’re their kitten.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Characters: Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen, Rachel Reiter
Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, head the individual warnings under A/N2
A/N: A shorter chapter to reveal the mystery about the video.
Badass kitten & her tamers
<< Part 6
A/N2: Be aware, I’ll reveal what Rachel and Lloyd did in the video! If you don’t want to get spoiled, don’t read the following warnings: Everything is only implied. There is no explicit scene (mentions of diaper fetishism /fisting (anally/male rec), figging, mommy kink
“Please help me find that video. I wanna know what kind of shit Rachel did with that guy. Please,” you poke Jensen’s thigh. “You know, I could ask Ran to pay you more money. Maybe he’ll even buy you a nice new computer. You know. The one you were talking about.”
Jensen swallows thickly. He would die to get his hands on the brand-new model no one should know about. “You think he can get me one?” he licks his lips.
“He will do anything to make me happy. If I tell him I want one for my favorite tech nerd, he’ll buy it for me.”
“Hmm…no. They will kill me if I show you the video. It’s kinky and sick shit, sweetie. I don’t think you want to watch it,” Jensen tries to resist your pout and puppy dog look. “Don’t give me those eyes.”
“Please, Jensy. You are my favorite tech guy,” you whine as Jensen fights your influence. “You know, I do kinky shit all the time with my men. We are the masters of kinky shit.”
“Y/N believe me this is the kind of sick shit that you’ll never forget about,” crossing your arms over your chest, you huff.
“Try me, Jensen. I bet you can’t shock me. I saw and did things you never even heard about,” you challenge. “Please. I’m bored. They won’t let me leave the house and I got nothing to do while they are hunting Hansen and Rachel down.”
“I can’t help you. If Ransom doesn’t kill me, Ari will. He’s like a feral animal when it comes to you,” Jake shakes his head as you beg him to help you again. “I like my body with my head on top of it.”
“Aw, Jensen,” you smirk darkly. “Ari won’t rip your head off, darling. He will cut your cock off. I bet you will miss your dick even more.”
“D-id you just threaten my dick?” he gasps. “Please don’t be like that. I always helped you with your phone and all.”
“I really wanna see that video.”
“Holy fuck,” your eyes grow wide. You giggle as Jake tries not to look at the monitor. “why don’t you have a look too.”
“Nah, that’s not my kind of shit. She’s hot, though. But that,” he points at the laptop on your lap, “is sick, and gross…and…it should be illegal.”
“He looks kinda cute wearing diapers,” you grin as Jake shudders. He refuses to look at the monitor and scrunches up his nose. “Uh-oh, she ripped the diapers off his ass. Damn, she just called him her good boy.”
“Can we stop watching this stuff?”
“I wanna know what happens,” he huffs as you pump up the volume. “Dude, what is she doing? Wait-she shoves something up his ass.”
“I know. It’s ginger.”
Jakes scrunches up his nose.
You watch the video with curiosity and amusement.
“That’s lame. I got no clue why you all made such a secret out of this video. He wears a diaper and calls her mommy. I did much hotter things with my men.”
“If it bores you, we can stop watching the video. Let’s just watch something else. You like those cat videos, right?” Jake tries. “Please.”
“No. I need to see all of it,” you hum as Rachel gets lube out. “Holy fuck, she just poured half of the bottle over her hand…” leaning closer you stare at the monitor. “Oh—I get it now.”
Your mouth falls open. “That’s just gross, Y/N.”
“Dude, she shoves her fist up his ass.”
You snort.
Jake retches.
“Still gross.”
“I mean, none of my men would let me do this to them, but it’s kinda,” you hum to yourself. “Nah, I don’t want to put my fist up anyone’s ass. Not my kind of kink.”
“Thank fuck,” Ransom suddenly stands next to you. Sometimes you believe he’s more cat than man. “Y/N, didn’t I tell you to not watch the video.”
“I’m not some child, Ran,” slamming the laptop shut you huff. “That’s not even the kinkiest porn I ever watched.”
“Jensen, we told you to not show the video to Y/N, didn’t we,” Andy steps inside the room. He’s not in the mood to discuss Lloyd Hansen’s preferences in the bedroom. That’s for sure.
“I threatened him. It’s not Jensen’s fault.”
“We said that you shall not watch the video, Y/N,” Ari lifts your chin with his index finger. “You do as we say if it comes to business and Lloyd Hansen.”
“I wanna watch the rest of the video,” you push Ari’s hand away. “If you believe you are forgiven, you are delusional. Stop acting like I’m a fragile doll. You never had a problem with dragging me into your life.”
“Darling, we do so to protect you,” Andy softly says. “Our world is a dark one. Bloody and dangerous. We only try to keep you out of this part of our lives.”
“I want to know everything about your lives, Andy. I’m part of it, an important part. Please don’t shut me out again,” you look up at Andy. “Please don’t do this to me. What happened at that boutique happened because you didn’t tell me the truth.”
“Kitten, we will keep a few things to ourselves. But all of us will try to be honest with you from now on,” Ransom takes the laptop to put it away.
“And no more watching other guys getting their ass fisted. That’s a hard limit,” Ari tuts.
“Aw, but he looked so cute getting his ass destroyed by your favorite girl,” batting your eyelashes you grin at Ari. “Maybe you let me ruin yours too.”
“Hard limit.”
You chuckle at Ari’s pained expression.
“Fine. If you promise to not hide things from me, I’ll not watch Lloyd get fucked again. Pinky promise,” you coo. “I’m going to be your good girl.”
“How can you not know how to get inside the mansion, Rachel?” frustrated Lloyd kicks a chair out of his way. “I need to get my hands on their kitten. You promised to help me, Rachel!”
“For fuck’s sake, stop bugging me, Lloyd. I promised to help you, and I did. You messed shit up as you wanted to scare little miss sunshine first,” Rachel talks back. “I gave you a time window and you fucked it up. I couldn’t stop Tucker from calling her lovers.”
“I paid you well, Rachel. I expect you to do your job,” Lloyd growls. He didn’t get the chance to get a taste of you, and it makes him furious. “No more money until you handed her over.”
“Hand her over,” she chuckles humorously. “You are out of your mind, Hansen. They will kill me if I try to bring her out of the house. It’s a fucking fortress since you tried to kidnap her.”
“You’ll find a way. I’m sure of it.”
Lloyd slides his index finger over his mustache, smirking darkly. He can’t wait to get you alone…
>> Part 8
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