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mediumtires · 1 year

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i'm rereading copper and wool and did you ever say what christians anniversary gift was for toto 🤔

okay okay SO! this is so funny, a few weeks ago the first person ever (shoutout to FallingStar on ao3) actually guessed right! it's sheep! to me it was so obvious (copper and wool etc) but looking back now, it really wasn't. so christian's anniversary gift is sheep lol.

when i wrote it i was actually planning a tiny little sequel but I abandoned it and now it's collecting dust on my desktop. that being said, i’ll put it here (unbeta-d first draft) for those who might want to read it!

“No. No chance.” “C’mon, be a good sport.” “Nein,” Toto says, trying hard to hide his smirk. “I will not let you blindfold me.”

“What if I were to take you upstairs?” “Are you?” “No.” “Then no,” Toto laughs, a little exasperated, and tries to pull away from Christian’s insisting hands.

“C’mon, darling,” Christian tries again, a wide grin lighting up his features. “You know it’s the standard protocol for surprises.”

“I don’t trust you,” Toto just says and turns away from Christian and the tie in his hands to put the water filter back in the fridge. “Fuck you.” Christian laughs in retaliation and swats the tie at him. “At least close your eyes then.”

Toto sighs heavily and turns back to Christian, propping one hand up on the kitchen counter. “Are you serious?” “Entirely.” Christian knows he’s won when Toto sighs once more in exasperation and rakes a hand through his hair.

“But don’t make me fall,” he instructs. “Or walk me into things. I’m very important.” Christian rolls his eyes. “I know you are. Now, c’mon. Close your eyes. We don’t have all day.” “We don’t?”

But Toto does close his eyes after all and stretches his hands out to curl them around Christian’s hips. As Christian starts walking, he says, “Y’know, if you would’ve gone for the tie, I might’ve taken you to the bedroom after.”

Toto snorts. “If you want me to tie you up and blindfold you, just ask,” he offers with a devilish little smirk and Christian is glad he’s got his eyes closed. Something to consider. “Maybe later.” He’s aiming for nonchalant, but he knows Toto sees right through him anyway.

When they step out onto the patio, Toto pulls up his shoulders and frowns. “Are we outside?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Can you not just let me do this for five minutes?” Christian asks, exasperated. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Toto does shut up after that, but it’s mainly because he’s concentrating hard on not tripping and falling when trailing after Christian.

It’s been a few days since their return from Miami and this is the first lull in both their schedules, both of them home early, so frankly, Christian saw an opportunity and took it. Not that he thinks it would have made a huge difference to wait another day or two. Toto hasn’t set a foot anywhere but the chicken coop in a good week, so the probability of him finding out about this is hilariously low. It does make Christian question the whole idea somewhat, but it’s too late now anyway. Still, the Carrera on his left wrist weighs a little heavier than usual.

Toto trips once they reach the gravel path leading further into the grounds and digs his hands into the fleshy bit of Christian’s hips to catch himself. He grunts, stumbles, and Christian can’t help but crack a laugh. “Careful there,” he offers. “Gravel.” He pats Toto’s left hand and then keeps his palm there.

“You are supposed to guide me,” Toto complains, and he already sounds like he’s enjoying this much less than only a minute ago. “You are making me fall on purpose.”

“I’m not.” Christian rolls his eyes towards the sky but keeps moving. “Not everything I do is to antagonise you, darling. Now stop whining.”

Toto does not stop whining because of course he doesn’t. He’s very vocal about how stupid this whole thing is all the way past the chickens, the goats and the donkeys, the pen closest to the house, past their two old ponies, Jacky and Jim, which they had adopted on a whim from the farmer up the road.

For a moment, Christian is contemplating whether he should just push Toto into the pond to humble him. A while ago a bunch of ducks moved in and don’t seem to want to leave again. Christian has grown quite fond of them. More often than not he finds them with the chickens now or waddling around the farm.

“Are we—Is that ducks? Is that the ducks?” Toto has picked up on the distinct flapping of their wings, affronted at the unusual intrusion of their privacy. Christian chuckles at the drake side eying them and pulls Toto further down the path towards the folding. It’s the one attached to the barn at the outskirts of their main property, and Christian had chosen it mainly because it was the one Toto would be least likely to walk into unprompted.

“Almost there,” he says and takes one of Toto’s hands in his so navigating the uneven grounds becomes a little easier. “Should have put on wellies,” he ponders, as he eyes the meadow, the grass long and wet. It’s perfect for the sheep but not exactly ideal for Toto’s dress shoes. They’re Italian leather.

“What?” Toto makes a sound as the damp grass hits his ankles and Christian’s smirk widens. “Christian, you should’ve told me! My boots were right there! These are Italian leather!”

He knows. “I know.” He pulls Toto along. Surprisingly, despite his bitching and moaning, he keeps his eyes closed. “Might have to throw them out later. Shame.” He’ll make sure to keep Toto out here long enough for them to be soaked through and ruined.

Toto makes another sound, displeased, but Christian can see how hard he’s trying to bite down on his exasperated amusement. Toto’s about to throw a comment back at him when a loud “Baaaaa” cuts him off. “What was that?” Toto pulls himself up a little taller. The sheep must’ve spotted them because there’s another string of agreeable bleating. “Christian, what is that?”

They stop at the fence and Toto, still with his eyes closed, sways a little, gripping Christian’s hand to regain his balance. “Christian.”

“Jesus, yes.” Now that he’s looking at the flock of sheep, all huddled together and warily observing Christian and Toto at the fence, he’s not sure if this wasn’t a silly idea.

He’d come up with it when Toto had one night jokingly suggested they should get sheep.

“Sheep?” “Yeah.” “Do you know how much bloody work sheep are, darling? We can barely keep up with the animals we’ve collected so far! We’re lucky we’ve got Johnny to help us out.” Toto had just laughed and kissed his shoulder and let it go, but then, on a trip to Austria last year, Toto had told him how he’d seen a herd of very specific Austrian sheep every time he’d visited his gran in the countryside and how they reminded him of the better times of his childhood. When Christian started thinking about potential anniversary gifts, it was too perfect to just let go. He couldn’t for the life of him remember the breed Toto had mentioned, but the more he’d looked into it, the more he’d realised that while Austrian sheep are very durable and sturdy, they would probably do less well in the mellow British countryside of Oxfordshire, and so he’d decided on British breeds instead. In the end, he’d just gone for one that looked adorable and was easy enough to maintain. With the accumulation of random animals they already had running around the farm, it wouldn’t make much of a difference anyway. They wouldn’t be using them for wool farming or that, so might as well have them be nice to look at.

The longer he looks at them now, Toto impatient at his side, still holding his hand, the heavier the watch on his wrist feels. Christian isn’t one for huge gestures or anniversary gifts, but somehow things this year felt different. It hasn’t even been a year since Singapore. It still follows them around, the consequences of that day, shadowy and washed out, but he can still feel it, and so can Toto. Christian is just glad they’re still here. They made it to seven years, and beyond, and for whatever bloody reason he thought a flock of seven sheep would be ideal to celebrate an anniversary centred around wool.

“Christian, there’s water in my shoes,” Toto informs him, and Christian turns his head and grins at his city husband, still blind, the corners of his mouth tweaked down.

“That’s a shame,” he says, “You can open your eyes now.”

Toto does so immediately. He blinks, frowns up at the grey sky, rubs at his eyes with the hand that isn’t still holding Christian’s. Christian lets go to lean against the wooden fence instead.

There is a brief pause. Then, “Christian?” “Yes, darling.” “What am I looking at.” Christian turns to Toto with his eyebrows twitching. As if it wasn’t obvious. “Your anniversary gift!” Toto’s eyes go a little wider as he looks back at the flock of sheep, a huddle of white fleece and black eyes. “What?”

“I told you, your gift was waiting at home.”

“You got me… sheep?”

“Well, us, I guess. But yeah.”

“Seven sheep?”

“Well, first of all, Johnny said no less than five.” Christian is getting a little flustered now and so he blusters on in full pretentious confidence of a Formula 1 team principal defending a Max overtake that no one in good conscience should defend. “And so I wanted to get six, but then I thought, well that doesn’t make any sense, does it, when it’s our seven year anniversary and the theme I’m going with is wool. So I got seven. And they’re a family! The two little ones were only born a few weeks ago. I didn’t want to take them from their mothers.” He pulls his shoulders down a little to straighten his back and keeps looking at the sheep to avoid having to look at his husband. “Plus, you were banging on about wanting sheep.”

“You remembered that? That was ages ago.”

“So?”

“Christian.” Toto’s voice is soft in a way it only ever is when he’s about to say something disarming. “Darling. I—” And then he just wraps himself around Christian from behind, chin hooked over his shoulder and nosing Christian’s cheek. “You said they are too much work.”

“Well, you said you wanted them so—” “How do you manage to outdo me every time?” Toto’s voice is awfully quiet. “I really thought I nailed it this year.” Christian breathes a laugh, half of it in relief that he, against better judgement, didn’t mess this up. “You know I love my watch,” he tells Toto, fingers brushing the warmed leather hugging his wrist. “And this isn’t a competition. You got copper, I got wool. Sorted.”

“I can’t believe you got me sheep,” Toto says again. His voice is a little higher than usual, his accent catching on the vowels, making the words come out hitched.

“Well, look,” Christian grabs one of the large hands wrapped around his torso and covers it with his own. “It’s not just—Sure, you said you wanted sheep, but—Look, I know you’re not a farm boy, okay? You’re very much a child from the city and I know you say you love our home, but I want you to feel it, too, I want you to feel at home here and not just come along for the ride and agree to everything I say. Especially after last year, I want this place to be our sanctuary, and if it takes bloody sheep because you said you wanted them, then so be it. There’s your sheep.”

Toto’s smile widens, Christian can feel it pressed to his cheek, and he can feel the pleased little hum too, reverberating down his spine. Toto’s hold around him tightens fractionally. “I feel very at home, darling. You know that, ja? I don’t need sheep for that. Mostly I need you.”

Christian closes his eyes on a deep breath, and sinking further into Toto’s chest he says, “We can put them with the rest of the lot soon. They’ll need another few days or so, until they’re settled in, and then we can move them in with the others.”

“We’ll need a sheep dog now.”

Christian barks a laugh, lets his head thump against Toto’s shoulder in defeat. “Yeah, no, Bernie and Flav won’t do, will they? Lazy little buggers.” “It’s because you feed them at the table.” “Hey, you started that! Flav, with those puppy eyes and you just—Don’t think I don’t know you cut him up steak when I’m not looking!” Toto’s silent laughter comes in short puffs of breath against the skin of Christian’s neck. “No no no no,” he feels the need to clarify even though they both know it’s the truth. “You feed them too, don’t lie.” Christian tries to stifle a smirk. “They are a tad overweight, aren’t they?” “The vet said, last time,” Toto reminds him. “We need to work them harder, or cut out the food.” Christian hums. “It might be time for a third. A puppy will work them alright.” He coughs a laugh, already regretting this, and adds, “Might as well get a cow or two while we’re at it. Not like it matters now.”

“What are we going to call them?” Toto suddenly asks, lifting his chin from Christian’s shoulder to regard the sheep more closely.

“Well, we gotta stick to the theme.” Christian’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “So you better get creative.”

“It’s my turn, isn’t it?” Toto asks. “My sheep, my turn.” “Toto, I swear, if you’re going to name them something stupid—” “You named the donkeys and now I have to call them Max and Daniel!” Christian’s protest dissipates into thin air. “Well, it works, they’re good names.” “Yes, and now it’s my turn.” “Just remember, it’s mostly ewes. One ram, the big one, the rest is ewes, and the two lambs are one of each.” “…ewes?” “Female sheep, darling. So I want no Lewis running around, or George, or whoever you’re already thinking of.” “No,” Toto hums thoughtfully. “Lewis is a goat, not a sheep.”

It's so stupid, it has Christian crack a well-earned laugh.

And bonus (cause I couldn’t work this in):

“You know, they’re like… designer sheep.” “They’re what? Designer sheep?” “Yeah, well, look, we’re not going to use them for breeding, or wool, or meat, are we, so they’re… you know. Nice to look at. Sheep we can keep as pets, more or less. They’re still a durable breed, just. Also nice to look at.”

Toto laughs at him for an hour after that.

Here are said sheep!

“They look a little like donkeys, don’t they?” “You think?” “Ja.” “Well, they’re not, they’re sheep. Kerry Hill.” “Kerry who? Have you named them already?” “What? No, that’s the breed, darling. They’re Kerry Hill sheep. They’re from Wales.” “So basically foreigners, yes? We should give them foreign names. International.” Toto grins at him, then he adds, “We should give them German names you can’t pronounce.”

#this is so stupid lol #this is literally just a rough first draft so bear with #it’s the same twenty words i always use #i have no idea if this even makes sense. probably not i won’t lie i skimmed it once and shrugged #also i know fuck all about farming ok #don’t come for me i don’t know the difference between a hen house and a chicken coop it’s the same to me #and!#shoutout to FallingStar on ao3! they’re the only one who figured it out!!!#(i know i promised i’d name the sheep but i never got there lol sorry!!!)#also i can’t quite remember but i think discord saw this first? it was ages ago but sending love <3<3<3 #toto wolff #christian horner #seven years #christian/toto

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cyjammy · 3 months

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Vox and Valentino: A Display of Trust

VALENTINO AND VOX

Not going to lie, I was the most excited for this dynamic and it just barely beats out Vox and Alastor’s rivalry. For four years they were both the big unknowns only seen for about 30 seconds in the pilot.

There were theories about their dynamic that I hoped to god wouldn’t be true in the show.

Because they didn’t make sense, they looked friendly with each other when they hunkered down for the extermination. And there was no way one sinner (Val) could create an empire alone.

AND I’M SO HAPPY THAT DID NOT HAPPEN.

Valentino being hot headed and brash was not on my 2024 bingo card, but I’m here for it.

(Yes, he’s a bad person. So is everyone else in the show. Alastor hangs out with cannibals and most likely participates. It’s a show about Hell.)

I LOVE HIM. I love everything about him down to the voice, the fluctuating emotions, the drama, the possessiveness — ALL. OF. IT.

I love me some fucking drama and I was LIVING for the back and forth between him and Vox.

Valentino is in charge because of the power he has.

He’s not a words guy, he uses action. He refuses to change his ways because that’s what got him to the top. He’s ready to hunt down Angel just for moving out.

Mind you he still goes to work and fulfills his side of the contract, Valentino just can’t handle not having control.

Micromanaging Angel’s life down to the smallest of details. Controlling who he can talk to, what he can wear.

He wants his plaything back in his sight, he doesn’t want him getting defiant. He wants his leash short so he doesn’t get any ideas.

And the way he gaslights the fuck out of Angel hit hard. Getting away from an abuser and then having the distance you finally need to heal, but being forced to be in contact with them is so restricting that it hurts.

Jesus that was fucking with me.

You don’t necessarily have to be smart to manipulate people, and Val knows that. Val plays the part of the fool so people underestimate him.

He feigns impulsiveness.

When asked for strategic advice he plays dumb.

That’s calculated, and it may just be written off as idiotic, but that’s probably what he wants.

He has to be playing dumb, there is no way he has survived this long by pure luck.

Vox makes do with him by his side because Val can gain trust and place sinners under his spell.

That makes him a valuable asset. Vox supplies the equipment and Valentino supplies the merchandise.

Because that’s all he considers those who are under his employ.

They’re things to be sold to an audience.

But Vox might not see the subtle ways Val messes with him.

Val’s a bratty, unsympathetic, monster that will do anything to get his way. With the guidance of someone with a more grounded personality removed from his issues is when he is able to see reason.

And Velvet can’t even do that, only Vox.

That shows respect and trust.

Even when Vox was spelling it out for him slowly it wasn’t a slight against him, it was a reminder and it held no malice.

If it did, Vox would have lost his temper as he did with Alastor. He kept himself measured for Val and reigned himself back in.

He may know that it won’t get him anywhere after dealing with him for so long. If Vox didn’t see Valentino as a worthwhile investment, he wouldn’t even go through the effort.

Vox knows the best way to get Valentino to listen.

Valentino is extremely self centered. Vox speaks in a way that makes Val want to care, while still making sure it benefits him as well.

“OUR brand”

“Any idea what YOU would look like chasing random whores around town”

“OUR image”

Their partnership is of the upmost importance. Vox needs to make sure the empire remains, that the Vs have their power. That they’re on top.

And that’s a goal Valentino can get behind.

Valentino backs off with disappointment, because he enjoys violence. And he wanted there to be a show.

So instead he throws out something that could really get under Vox’s skin.

Alastor.

Val could have used this information to cripple Vox, make him vulnerable during a time where he needed to stay focused.

But instead, he uses it now.

Val was bored, he knew how Vox would react, and he wanted a show.

And a show he received. Pressing all the right buttons to see his partner go mad.

I want to see more of Valentino. So far his actions could be read as surface level — dumb and erratic — or strategic.

As of now, I’m assuming he knows what he’s doing.

Anger clouds your judgement and both Vox and Val were subject to that effect within a few minutes. That doesn’t necessarily mean Val is a fool and that Vox calls ALL of the shots.

Val acts idiotic around his colleagues because he knows they won’t take advantage of him. Until I see how he is around Angel Dust outside of those voicemails or around his other employees is when that can be settled.

I’m hoping this is a strategic play, because that would be an amazing use of misdirection. All the signs are there, and it could be so.

I also love how Vox is never fearful of Val and vice versa. They both would take steps toward each other that would be misconstrued as advancing toward violence.

Neither flinch. They look a bit surprised, sure, but never scared.

The respect is there and I love the relationship Val and Vox have.

#hazbin hotel #posted before episode 4 #on my twitter #@cyjammy #vox #valentino #i love their dynamic so much #The Vs #Overlords #attention wh0r3 #manipulation #playfulness

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spaceshipellie · 10 months

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we were never just friends

ellie williams x reader

part three (part one, part two, part four)

summary: modern!ellie, both in their mid twenties. ellie and reader have been friends for years, their friendship has always been somewhat flirty but nothing has ever happened. not yet anyway…

warnings: angst, ellie’s pov for a bit, loser ellie but also cocky ellie, gay pining, reader being chaotic, mdni

author’s note: i feel so evil for this. thank you sm to everyone who’s read/liked/commented/reblogged, it really makes my day considering this is my first fic, love you all <3<3

word count: 4k approx

“what the fuck have we done?”

“i’m pretty sure we just fucked,” ellie whispered, a smile evident in her voice.

you stared up at the ceiling, in disbelief at what just happened. it felt as though it all happened so quickly yet time seemed to have stopped. the dim, dark blue of the room and the midnight hour made it feel like you could spend an eternity here before returning to the real world.

“what are you thinking about?” ellie broke you out of your trance.

“i was just thinking…” your voice trailed off. what exactly were you thinking?

half of you felt a euphoria you’d never experienced in your life. this breaking of the threshold of your friendship with ellie dripped with temptation and you had to use every ounce of willpower to not reach out and grab it again.

however, the other half of you felt an uneasy sense of dread. you’d just fucked your best friend in a bed that was meant for you and your girlfriend that weekend. not only were you going to have to figure out what to tell kate, you were worried what this might do to your friendship with ellie.

you’d always been close and when friends get close, harmless flirting can sometimes follow. you could admit to yourself that at times you had felt jealous of the girls ellie dated and that she occasionally flustered you, but you never thought that meant anything. or rather, you’d never allowed yourself to think it meant something.

ellie meant the world to you and the idea of losing her made your chest ache. you had been in happy, loving relationships before which had come to a bitter end and you supposed, subconsciously, you had thought that if you couldn’t handle those relationships ending, how on earth could you cope if ellie left your life. staying friends had always been the safest option.

“i was just thinking about how i don’t want this to make things weird between us,” you confessed.

ellie immediately shifted to lie on her side, facing you.

“hey, it won’t,” she touched your cheek and you moved to your side to face her, hands tucked under your pillow.

“you’d have to try pretty fucking hard to get rid of me.”

you laughed, thankful for her encouragement. but the next thing she said made your heart drop.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you anyway.”

you looked at her, longingly, unsure of what the right thing to say here was.

you stroked a hand down her arm that was resting between you until you reached her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“i’m not going anywhere, i just have to figure out what i’m supposed to do.”

if it weren’t for the darkness you would have seen the sadness that took over her face.

“i know,” she said faintly.

you remained like that for a moment, sleep almost consuming you until she pulled her hand away and sat up.

“i should probably go back to my room, you know, incase they catch us in here together.”

she searched around for her clothes, muttering a “fuck” as she bumped into the dresser.

“do you want me to turn the light on?”

“no, no, it’s fine. i got it.”

she clumsily pulled her shorts and t-shirt on and paused at the door.

“night.”

“night, ellie.” and with that she left.

you ran your hands over your face and pinched the bridge of your nose. don’t even think about it, just go to sleep, you thought. you tossed and turned for a while, but eventually you drifted off.

˚ · • . ° .

when you awoke in the morning, you could barely remember where you were. that was until you caught sight of your underwear on the floor.

you dragged yourself out of bed and threw some pyjamas on so you could go and use the bathroom. after showering you went back to your room and got changed before heading downstairs. the creek the last step made caused everyone’s heads to turn in your direction.

“hey, you’re up!” dina beamed. you noticed she was putting together some breakfast.

your eyes immediately latched onto ellie’s who was sat at the kitchen table. you shuffled over and took a seat opposite her.

“smells amazing, deen,” you mused.

“thanks, there’s loads here so don’t be shy,” she said as she put the food on the table. a stack of four plates already there for you to take.

as you ate, you talked about what you might do that day. aside from you and ellie sneaking glances at each other from across the table, everything seemed normal.

freya had told you about a farmer’s market that was close by which sounded fun so you agreed that’s what you’d do that morning.

in the car on the way, you were sat next to ellie in the back. her knees were spread so one kept bumping into yours with every jolt of the car. you didn’t talk very much, content with just listening to dina and freya mostly, as well as the music that played. you felt sick every time you thought about what the hell you were supposed to do now. you knew you were going to tell kate but you didn’t know how and you didn’t know when. tomorrow you’d get back from this trip and then there were only a couple of days before you were leaving for california. looking out the window and biting your nails you wished you could just stay in this car and drive forever, far away from the mess you’d made.

“you okay?” ellie’s quiet voice snapped you out of it.

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine,” you gave her a weak smile. you wished you could tell what she was thinking. to be able to tell what that look in her eye meant.

suddenly, you felt the car stop and freya announced that you were there. you all clambered out, adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder, and headed towards the market stalls.

it was quaint and lively as you wandered around. you casually browsed everything from the fruit and veg stalls to the jewellery and art stalls.

“hey, you could sell your art, you know?” you said to ellie, gesturing towards a stall where a woman was selling watercolour and charcoal drawings.

“i don’t think i’m that good.”

you both slowly strolled on, dina and freya somewhere up ahead.

“yes you are, i love your art.”

she gave you a quick smile before shaking her head.

“i’m fine just doing it for me.”

you lightly nodded, looking at her face as she looked ahead. there was a hint of dejection in her expression and she was dragging her feet more than normal. without really thinking, you grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side, away from the flow of people. she stood in front of you, eyes scanning your face waiting for you to explain.

“we need to talk about this,” you rushed out.

she hung her head and lightly kicked a rock on the ground.

“yeah, we probably do.”

“i’m really sorry, i shouldn’t have done it and i–“

“will you stop apologising?”

her eye contact was more intense than it had been before and she sounded serious as she cut you off.

“sorry,” you mumbled out and she let out a laugh before composing herself.

“are you gonna tell her?”

“i have to. i mean, i’d want her to tell me if she…”

ellie just nodded, looking down at her feet.

“can i ask you something?” she said.

“of course.”

“do you hope she’ll forgive you?”

her question caught you off guard. yes, seemed like the right answer so yes, you hoped she did. but a tiny part of you was here, looking at ellie’s face, not caring whether kate did or didn’t. the anticipation in ellie’s voice also made you wonder why she’d asked you that.

“why do you ask?” your voice came out small.

“because,” she sighed, “never mind.”

“ellie…”

“no, it’s,” she waved her hand in dismissal, “it’s none of my business.”

your heart pulled. you wanted to know what she was going to say so badly but didn’t want to push. she gestured towards the stalls.

“let’s go find them.”

˚ · • . ° .

— ellie’s pov —

“ok,” your voice was quiet and deflated and it made ellie feel terrible.

she was so torn about what to do. what could she do except wait on the sidelines? she so desperately wanted to know when you were going to tell kate and selfishly, she wanted to know if you and kate would stay together.

last night was something she’d dreamed of happening for as long as she could remember. she felt dazed just thinking about it. the way your lips felt against hers. the way you whimpered when she touched you. the way you made her feel so good.

something amazing had finally happened between you both. the only problem was it had happened under the worst fucking circumstances. she could kick herself for not doing something about her feelings sooner, when you were single, and everything could have been good.

she hated herself for the way she lost her mind around you. normally, she was pretty confident with women, but with you, it’s like every time she saw you her biggest fear became you finding out that she liked you because what if you didn’t feel the same. what if you rejected her and it ripped the fabric of your friendship forever. but, you had kissed her back. you had wanted her. she just now needed to know how much. soon enough you both found dina and freya over by a fruit and vegetable stall.

“there you guys are,” dina said before looking at ellie, her smile dropping slightly. fuck, ellie thought, she knows somethings wrong.

the four of you continued walking around, you’d bought some food to have back at the cabin and when it was midday you decided to go back. the entire car ride ellie’s brain was just spinning in circles about what could happen next. she couldn’t decide if she wanted this trip to be over now so she could find out or if she wanted to savour every second she had left here, away from reality.

as soon as dina noticed you and freya distracted by putting the shopping away, she grabbed ellie’s arm and pulled her into a different room.

“is everything ok?”

“yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“come on, ellie, don’t give me that. what’s going on?”

ellie looked down at her hands and played with her rings.

“it’s nothing, really.”

“did something happen?” dina’s voice was hesitant, “with you guys?”

ellie’s head snapped up to look at her.

“no, why would you say that?” her voice came out defensive and dina closed her eyes for a second, pondering what to say.

“i’m not stupid, you know. i see the way you look at her. the way you’ve always looked at her.”

ellie couldn’t deny it anymore.

“shit,” she ran a hand through her hair, “i know, it’s bad isn’t it?”

“well, it’s not bad to have feelings for her. it’s just difficult as she’s with someone.”

“yeah,” ellie let out a small, sarcastic laugh.

“so, what are you gonna do?”

“nothing. absolutely nothing.”

dina looked at ellie and felt sad. she pulled her in for a hug and rubbed her back comfortingly.

“it’ll be ok. talk to me if you need to, i know what you’re like.”

ellie laughed but appreciated dina’s encouragement.

“can’t say i can make any promises.”

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— your pov —

the four of you spent the rest of the day cooking, swimming, and playing board games. things between you and ellie seemed relatively normal, she had perked up a bit since this morning which you were glad about. then your phone buzzed.

kate 🩵

10:34pm

hope you’re having a good time. i’m visiting my parent’s atm so won’t see you until wednesday morning, can’t wait to go away with you xx

your stomach dropped. fuck. wednesday was the day you were traveling to california. kate’s parents lived miles away, you couldn’t just go and see her now. how the fuck were you supposed to tell her before you went away? you thought you could call but you wanted to tell her in person so you could talk properly. you wrote back an unsure reply.

you

10:37pm

okay, see you then. me too xx

you put your phone back in your pocket, not wanting to look at it again. everyone was getting tired so when dina and freya said they were going to bed, you quickly jumped up saying you were too. before you followed them upstairs, you turned to ellie.

“are we ok?”

she gave you a reassuring smile.

“yeah, we’re ok.”

you hugged for a moment, giving her a small squeeze before you pulled away and both went to bed.

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“how fucking could you?”

“ellie, please. i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry.”

“i don’t care if you’re sorry, you fucked up. you’re a horrible person. you were a horrible friend and i never want to see you agai–“

your body jolted awake.

you had the worst nightmare and it took your eyes a minute to adjust to the room that was still dark. your eyes squinted as you looked at your bright phone screen. 2:17am. groaning, you swung yourself out of bed and made your way downstairs to get a glass of water.

“shit,” you jumped upon seeing a figure already leaning against the counter by the window. the only light in the room came from a tiny lamp.

“ellie, you scared me.”

“sorry.”

you went and leaned against the counter opposite her. she was wearing baggy sweatpants that hung low on her waist and a white tank top.

“can i have some of that?” you pointed at her joint.

“sure,” she said, passing it to you, “can’t sleep?”

you took a drag before shaking your head, “no, you?”

“no.”

it was silent as you passed the joint back and forth a couple times.

“this is pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” she half-heartedly laughed, bringing it to her lips, looking at you.

you laughed with her, folding your arms over your chest.

“it is pretty fucked.”

her eyes lazily trailed over your body making your cheeks heat up and you shifted from one foot to the other.

“this isn’t how i expected the weekend would go,” you tried to lighten the tension but it was useless.

“me neither,” ellie said mindlessly, stepping forward and pulling the spaghetti strap of your top back up onto you shoulder after it had slipped down. her fingers touching your bare skin made you shiver.

“what are you doing?” you warned.

“you can tell me to stop.”

she gently grabbed your arms and uncrossed them from your body before sliding a hand down to your waist.

“do you want me to stop?” she taunted, putting her other arm behind her to stub the joint out on the sink, her eyes never leaving yours.

“i–no?” your voice was a mere quivered whisper.

she smirked and her eye lids went heavy as she slowly placed a light kiss on your lips. her face was still close to yours when she pulled away but she wanted you to do something.

your hands were gripping the counter you were pressed against. her hand spread itself wide on your waist whilst the other leant on the counter behind you.

“this is such a bad idea,” you muttered before kissing her again. your hands moved to hold her face and you moaned a little into it, truly feeling erratic but it was all too tempting. her hips pressed into yours and pathetically you clenched around nothing, itching to have her hands on you in you again.

“fuck fuck, stop,” you whined, not wanting her to but you had to. she stopped kissing you but you still held each other close.

“ellie,” your voice cracked, “i can’t. i want to but i can’t.”

she leaned her forehead on yours and rubbed her thumb on your waist.

“okay.” her voice was barely above a whisper. your hands squeezed her shoulders before letting go and she slid her hand away from your waist.

you went back to bed wanting to punch yourself. how was this happening. you still couldn’t sleep, a million thoughts barrelling through your mind.

you had never fully addressed your feelings for ellie out of fear of getting hurt. well isn’t that fucking ironic, you thought. not only were you hurt anyway but you were hurting other people. you knew you were being a coward. if you could bring yourself to just ask ellie outright how she felt about you then maybe this would be easier. if you could have done all of this six months ago it would be easier. but you didn’t and now there was a heavy weight of anxiety drilling into you every time you thought about the consequences.

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the next morning, you felt like a ghost. you were so unbearably tired after getting no sleep last night. you patted your cheeks trying to knock some life into you so you could get up and get ready. stumbling down the stairs you noticed only dina and freya were there.

“where’s ellie?”

“still asleep i think,” dina said. she looked at you with soft eyes as if she was trying to work something out. you ignored it, praying she hadn’t got a clue about what had been going on. it was nearly 11am and the plan was to have brunch at the cabin before heading home. you helped dina and freya get the food sorted and arranged on the table when ellie came downstairs, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

“morning sleepy,” dina cooed.

“morning,” ellie said sitting down next to you, but she didn’t look at you.

you were pretty much ready to go after you ate and cleaned up seeing as you didn’t really unpack. you loaded up the car with your stuff before heading off, dina taking charge of the music in the front.

“did you guys have a good time?” freya directed her question at you and ellie, catching your eye in the rear view mirror. at the same time you and ellie shot out, “yeah loved it,” and “yeah it was great.”

“thanks so much for inviting us,” you added.

“anytime.”

you and ellie ended up falling asleep on the drive home, not waking up until the car stopped. your eyes fluttered open and you realised your head had been leaning on her shoulder and hers on your head. slightly confused, you both sleepily looked at each other before realising that freya was parked outside ellie’s place.

“oh fuck, sorry,” she said. dina and freya giggled, giving each other a knowing look.

“it’s alright.”

ellie got out the car and grabbed her bag before bending down to see through the open window.

“thanks freya, see you later guys.”

she caught your eye for a split second before going inside. you slouched in your seat whilst freya started the car again, heading to your place to drop you off.

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you’d mostly been working the last couple of days since the cabin weekend which was good because it took your mind off everything by about 2%.

you hadn’t seen anyone either which was just as well because your nerves were through the fucking roof. you had wanted to tell kate before you went away as you assumed you wouldn’t be going anymore after she found out. if only she hadn’t been away at her parents prior, because it was now wednesday, and kate was on her way over.

she burst through the door after you buzzed her into the building, immediately rambling about everything you had to do. she started listing off everything to make sure you’d got it and you kept trying to interject.

“you’ve got your passport? your kindle? your–“

“kate, i need to tell–“

“–your phone charger–“

“please, can we just slow down a minute?”

“we don’t have time, we need to leave in like 30 seconds,” she said rummaging through her bag, checking everything again.

“i know but i need to talk to you.”

“babe,” she stopped to look at you, “we’ve got all the time in the world to talk, when we get there.”

you wanted to just blurt it out and get it over with but something was stopping you. the words were getting stuck in your throat like you were trying to scream on command. you really wanted to tell her before california but stupidly, you found yourself boarding that goddamn plane.

kate had read her book the entire flight there so you read yours too. you were sat in a taxi on the way to the hotel when you remembered to turn your phone back on. a text had come through just a few minutes after you had boarded.

ellie 👽

12:38pm

have a safe flight x

your leg bounced as your thumbs hovered over your phone.

you

4:56pm

thank you x

you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. you wanted that stupid spaceship you and ellie had joked about to come crashing down on top of you. the taxi driver started pulling up at your hotel and helped you get your luggage out. you thanked him and went through to check-in.

kate started talking to the receptionist as you smiled at her then looked around the lobby. jesus, it was fancy, you thought. when you got to your room you let out a deep breath, dumping your things down and falling backwards on the bed, hands running over your face in post-travel exhaustion.

you felt the bed dip and a hand peel yours away until you saw kate above you. you dropped your hand on the bed and hers placed itself on your waist as she leant down to kiss you. you kind of hesitated to kiss her back but she didn’t seem to notice as she started leaving kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“what time did we book dinner?” you asked. she kept kissing.

“kate?”

she hummed against your skin.

“what time did we book dinner?”

she stopped and looked at you.

“uumm, 7 i think? why?”

“just couldn’t remember.”

she started to push her hand up under your top before you suddenly grabbed it.

“i’m not– i’m sorry, i wanna go have a shower. wash the plane off me,” you said, starting to sit up making her move off of you. she didn’t say anything just let you go and lock yourself in the bathroom. you leant on the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“you are such a bitch,” you mouthed to your reflection before sighing and stripping to get in the shower.

your evening consisted of going to dinner and drinking far too many cocktails which made you crash instantly when you got back to the hotel.

the next day, you got up leisurely. you removed your smudged makeup from the night before, chugged a pint of water and got yourself ready for a day of lounging on the beach.

“so how was your weekend?” kate asked from where she sat beside you.

“it was,” your voice cracked so you coughed to clear it, “it was good thanks, freya’s cabin is beautiful. how was your time at your parents?”

“great, haven’t seen them for a while so was good to spend some time up there.”

“aw good, i’m glad.”

the silence that followed was probably a comfortable one for kate as she started to get her book out of her bag again but it was a soul-crushing one for you. you got your book out too and pretended to read whilst you went over everything again in your mind.

your day at the beach was filled with lots of reading, swimming, eating, and spiralling. it was about 5pm when you got back to the hotel room. your body felt like it was about to enter fight or flight.

“is everything alright?” kate asked, noticing your fidgeting.

“um, yeah,” you tried to sound upbeat.

“it’s just i feel like you’ve been acting weird ever since we got here. in fact, you were acting strange before we left your apartment.”

you sighed. your timing honestly couldn’t be worse if you tried but it was now or never, you thought. you couldn’t avoid it anymore, you just had to rip it off like a bandaid.

“i was trying to tell you that i need to tell you something.”

“ok?”

you hung your head and squeezed your eyes shut.

“i slept with ellie.”

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an: this was probably the hardest part so far to write because i had no idea how to get the reader to tell kate. i know they’re SO MESSY BUT THATS RHE POINT

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icyminghao · 11 months

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asking seventeen what they would do if you became a cockroach — maknae line ver.

pairing: seventeen (maknae line) x gn!reader genre: idk what this is honestly

inspired by going seventeen ep. 79: going vol. 2 #1

hyung line ver.

MINGHAO

will judge you

thinks its funny when he imagines it actually happening

will tease you a bit before answering

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

Minghao looks away from the book he’s reading to narrow his eyes at you. “Where is this coming from?”

“Just answer, Hao!” you whine, taking the book from his hands and setting it down on the coffee table after bookmarking the page he stopped at. Minghao smiles wryly.

“It depends. If you could hold a teacup and drink from it, I’ll keep you. Anything else and you’d be surviving on the streets by yourself, sorry.” Minghao answers in mock seriousness, and you pout.

“You’re so mean. When are you going back to meditating?”

MINGYU

literally cannot fathom the idea of you becoming a cockroach

it’s impossible, yes, but he literally doesn’t want you to become one

practically begs you not to, much to your confusion and amusement

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?” you raise your head from its spot on Mingyu’s shoulder, gauging his reaction.

“Please don’t become a cockroach,” he practically begs, as if it were possible for you to even become one.

“Mingu,” you giggle, rubbing his arm affectionately, “how the hell would I become a cockroach? I was just asking hypothetically.”

“Exactly, you won’t become a cockroach! So please don’t, you know I’m scared of them,” Mingyu whines like he isn’t at least ten times bigger than the little pest he’s talking about.

You smile in endearment. “Okay, baby, I won’t.”

SEOKMIN

he is terrified, to say the least

would rather die than entertain the idea of you actually becoming a cockroach, but is afraid of hurting you with the truth

goes for the next best thing, which is to evade your question 💀

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?” you look up at Seokmin from your resting position on his chest. You feel Seokmin stiffen.

“A… cockroach?” he replies, his voice a pitch higher than usual. You stifle a giggle.

“Yes, Minnie, a cockroach. Will you still let me lie on you like this,” you trace a finger on his chest to mimic a cockroach’s movements, slowly inching your way up to poke his cheek, “let me kiss y-”

Seokmin jolts in fear, letting out a scream. “Baby, you know I can’t stand cockroaches!”

“Even if it’s me?” you tease.

“You know I love you, right?”

SEUNGKWAN

is side-eyeing you for the entire duration of this conversation

he saw this trend on twitter ages ago

would probably turn the question around so you’re telling him what you would do if he became a cockroach instead

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

Seungkwan huffs in amusement, looking away from his phone to raise his eyebrows at you. “What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

You purse your lips together, having not expected him to turn the question around. Seungkwan sees you light up suddenly, as you move to sit beside him.

“We could be cockroaches together,” you giggle, “we would start a trend, become cockroach influencers, you’ll be such a icon!”

Seungkwan lets out a breathy chuckle. You’re his partner, all right.

VERNON

he’d literally be so confused bc that’s not possible??

you try to tell him that it’s just a hypothetical situation but he’s stuck questioning the realism of everything

nice try but he’s just way too clueless… better luck next time

“What would you do if I became a cockroach?”

Hansol furrows his brows together at your words, shooting you a very confused look. “Why would you become a cockroach?”

“I meant it hypothetically,” you whine, shaking his left arm. Hansol doesn’t seem convinced.

“How would you hypothetically become a cockroach? That doesn’t make sense, you’re a human.” Hansol raises an eyebrow, not understanding.

You sigh.

CHAN

poor baby probably thinks it’s one of those boyfriend tests

panicks a little before trying to formulate the textbook boyfriend answer (until you reassure him that you’re just being goofy and had no hidden intentions)

sweeps you off your feet with his answer nonetheless

“Chan, what would you do if I became a cockroach?”

Chan’s eyes widen as he scrambles to think on his feet. “Well, um…”

You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he spirals.

“Chan!” you grab his hand to ground him. “I was asking for fun, silly.”

Chan releases a breath, leaning into you. “Oh.

Well, I’m afraid of cockroaches, but I guess I could try if it was you.”

a/n: i apologise to anyone out there with a phobia of those dreaded creatures (me) but i watched han and jihoon’s interaction in gose and just couldn’t help myself 😭

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teejaystumbles · 2 months

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Against all odds (part 2)

Part 1

Dream unmakes the latest nightmare he's been working on for the umpteenth time and heaves a humiliatingly human sigh of relief when the glass dissolves back into sand again. This is not working. Perhaps confronting his fear head on is not a good idea. Instead of continuing his work he casts out his awareness, looking for a certain someone.

Hob Gadling is not currently asleep, but he seems to be daydreaming quite a lot. As much as Dream tries not to pry he can’t help but curiously skim over his friend’s imaginings. Has Hob read Dream’s journal entry yet? How has he reacted to it? Dream is prepared for resentment, disgust even, for Dream’s failure to meet with Hob, and his flimsy excuses. What he perceives instead are snatches of misty, rainy skies that blanket a multitude of wistful and fragile thoughts Dream does not dare look closer at. Hob seems to be lost in nostalgic memories, both sad and fond. The lack of rage or hurt makes Dream relax a fraction. Later, when Hob sleeps, he will visit his friend’s lodging again to try and see if he has written an answer to Dream’s entry.

Dream steps out of the shadows of Hob’s curtains and gazes at the sleeping man. This time Hob has put on appropriate sleepwear and has pulled the blankets over himself. His sleep is restless, his dreams having a certain sense of urgency Dream can feel, but he does not intend to be here long.

He steps up to the desk and looks at the notebook. It lies open again, pen by its side, as if in invitation. Pulse thrumming with excitement, Dream eagerly bends over the pages to read the newly added words.

June 8th, 1989

Dearest stranger, my friend!

I can't believe I am allowed to call you that! Let me tell you that I nearly fainted when I found your message in my notebook this morning. I've read the words you've written a hundred times by now and still I almost can't believe them to be real. I can’t believe I’m touching the pen you must have held, that I missed your presence in my room

As devastated as I was after you didn't come yesterday, as happy am I that you chose to contact me after at all.

I'm quite embarrassed about my drunken ramblings that you must have read. There's no lie in them, but I would try and put the truth into less desperate words if I could. I must seem like a fool, fixating on you like this, after all we've only met six times so far. Still, what I wrote, that you are my one constant in life, is nothing but the truth. Our meetings are fixed points in time that I measure this immortal life of mine by now. I try not to, but meeting with you has often felt like the start and finish of an era of Hob Gadling, despite it being probably more in the middle of several. Every centennial meeting with you was the most important appointment that I would plan and prepare for (as best as I could) for months, sometimes years. So if writing to you like this is the only way I get to speak to you then I will gladly take it, and thank you for it.

But make no mistake, dear stranger - I would love to see you again and I hope you will be ready and willing to meet me in person again someday. Because

Dream stops reading to collect himself for a moment. Hob is not angry at him. He still wants to meet Dream, in fact eagerly awaits him. Dream feels himself flush with strange longing and can’t help a rush of power escaping him, the equivalent of a shudder, of goosebumps. A mistake, he realises, as he hears a sudden gasp come from behind him.

He freezes.

“My friend? Is that you?”

The urge to not acknowledge Hob and simply disappear is so strong that Dream feels his form already dispersing. Hob’s desperate tone of voice, cracking at the end, stops him.

“Please wait! Please…”

Dream waits, frozen, unable to turn around and face his friend. His form is trembling, rattling, whisping around him like smoke and Hob makes a keening noise.

“You don’t have to- I won’t-”

A sigh, a calming intake of breath.

“Look. I don’t want to pressure you, and if you want to leave I obviously cannot stop you. But…maybe. We can talk? A bit?”

He sounds so hopeful, so sincere, it tugs at something inside Dream and makes him shut his eyes. Hob has not moved from where he sat up in bed but Dream can feel his restlessness, his daydreams of reaching out, of hugging Dream-

“There’s- there’s phones now, you know? You don’t have to look at me at all, we could talk no matter where you are, it’s amazing really-”

“Hob.”

The man immediately stops talking and Dream draws in a deliberate breath before turning around to face him. Strange, how such human mannerisms help him calm down now. After his imprisonment, the act of breathing feels like a luxury to him, a comfort all in its own.

Hob gasps again when he looks at him and Dream wonders what he sees. The man swallows heavily and his fingers nervously grip his bedding. His eyes are red-rimmed and Dream can see tears gathering at the edges, in the tiny wrinkles created by a life full of laughter. The wrinkles deepen as Hob breaks into a grin.

“Hello, old stranger. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

Dream very much doubts that. He knows he still looks emaciated, despite all the power returned to him. His form echoes the unease he still feels a lot of the time. He is closer to a nightmare than a dream. Yet Hob seems to genuinely delight in seeing him and Dream feels himself flush with warmth, and embarrassment.

“I- it is good to see you, Hob. Apologies, for not-”

“Accepted. Forgiven. Forgotten,” Hob interrupts him eagerly, “You’re here now.”

“I am...”

He is, and he feels at a complete loss for words. Hob cocks his head slightly, his expression sobering.

“But you were rather…not…?” he asks with a small frown. Dream twitches, caught out. Why it is that this human can see through him so easily he will never understand. It is slightly…terrifying.

Hob looks at his hands gripping his blanket and says quietly, “Look, if talking isn’t- if you’d rather continue the writing, that’s fine. I will accept that. I-”

He stops and Dream can see him grind his teeth. He still feels unable to respond, caught in watching Hob Gadling go through several inexplicable emotions. Then he breathes harshly through his nose and looks back at Dream with a tense but genuine smile.

“I don’t know what happened to you, but I know something did. You wrote as much, and I can see it in your face. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable. So if it’s me-”

He swallows again and blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to hold back tears and Dream takes an involuntary step forward.

“It is not. You. Hob. It’s…”

Dream subsides, again unsure how to voice his insecurities, unbecoming as they are of one such as him.

But Hob does not know what you are, a small voice whispers inside his head and Dream shivers.

Hob does not know who he is. Has Dream not confessed that that is exactly why he enjoys the man’s company so much? Without knowledge of Dream’s power and function, Hob will not judge him for being…frightened. Of tight spaces. Of glass. Of people. He will only see his friend, in need of comfort.

Dream suddenly wants nothing more than to let Hob comfort him, knowing that the man before him, with his eyes full of hope and tenderness, would not send him away. He can finally speak.

“My friend. I have tried to work through some issues I have…accumulated over the last century, due to very. Unfortunate events. Yet exposing myself to these uncomfortable sensations again…has not had the therapeutic effect I wished for. I am at a loss how to overcome my reluctance to…mingle. Once again.”

Hob looks wide-eyed at him, frowning again. “Wait. Are you saying. You tried to treat yourself with exposure therapy? To what, exactly? If I may ask,” he adds hastily.

Dream shifts nervously.

“...Claustrophobia. Among other things.”

“Jesus,” Hob gasps and wipes a hand over his face, “yeah, I don’t know if, I don’t know, shutting yourself in is really helpful with that. How fast have you been taking things? Have you tried being in larger rooms first, or…” he trails off and looks around his bedroom.

“Are you fine in here? Do you need me to open a door or window?”

Dream is perplexed. Instead of asking what happened Hob’s immediate concern is for his comfort in the current situation. He relaxes a fraction at the realisation that he made the right choice. His friend will not judge him for his weakness.

With a small smile he says, “No. I am alright. Your rooms are. Not uncomfortable to me.”

Hob almost glows at his words and also relaxes a bit. Dream has basically admitted to feeling safe in Hob’s presence and clearly the man has understood that immediately. He is a lot smarter than Dream ever gave him credit for. Hob Gadling has learned a lot about people in his life, it seems. Even if Dream is not exactly people, his current troubles are very human, he supposes.

He sees the moment it hits Hob, when he puts two and two together and realises what Dream has been telling him.

“You said, issues you’ve accumulated…over the last century. Which means, you weren’t claustrophobic before- my friend,” he exclaims and scoots closer to the edge of the bed as if barely holding himself back from approaching Dream.

“What happened? Can you- would you-” Hob asks, his voice trembling a bit, his eyes wide. “Tell me? Please? I want to help,” he says in a very small voice that makes Dream again feel sorry for how he treated his friend in the past. He looks at the notebook, contemplating.

“It is. Hard for me, to speak about these things. Maybe…I can borrow this book? To-”

“Yes! Absolutely! Take it! Sorry, I mean, please, feel free to write to me, I would be delighted. If it makes it easier for you to talk about things…I understand,” Hob says, nodding vigorously. Then he hesitates.

“Does this mean…we won’t see each other again? Until 2089?”

He looks so openly horrified and sad at the idea that Dream immediately dismisses any thoughts he had of saying goodbye for a hundred years once more. In truth, he does not think he would have managed it himself. Writing to Hob is preferable when it comes to confessing what happened to him, but Dream has to admit to himself that he has missed seeing his friend, and he has not looked his fill.

“No. I would like to meet you again. Earlier. I am not sure when, but…I wish to. Introduce myself. After I have given you a more detailed account of my century. I would also like to listen to your own tales. In person.”

Hob beams at him and nods.

“Yeah, I’d love that. My friend,” he says, taking a steadying breath, “I am so very happy to see you. I hope you know that you coming back to talk to me, or write to me, means everything to me. Because I do not take our friendship for granted. Far from it. It is…very precious to me.” He swallows heavily and his smile wobbles a bit. Dream nods awkwardly, feeling embarrassed by the way Hob’s words make shadowy, star-speckled butterflies escape from the back of his coat. He hopes Hob doesn’t see them.

“I…yes. Thank you, Hob,” Dream says awkwardly and then takes the book from the desk. He carefully tucks it into his coat and turns to leave. He looks one last time at his friend, taking in his sleep-mussed dark hair and his gentle smile and feels again a strange pang of longing in his chest.

“Take all the time you need,” Hob says softly, and Dream knows he means it; means that he will be waiting for Dream, no matter how long it takes. Dream can only nod silently again and then, with more reluctance than he would like, leaves Hob Gadling’s bedroom behind.

Part 3

#dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #teejay writes #1989 au

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newtthetranswriter · 8 months

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One Way to say I love You

Summary: Toge has a weird habit and won’t tell you what it means.

Word count: 797

A/N: Just a little thing I wrote to help with my writer's block. Big thanks to @just-jordie-things for letting me use her idea for this piece. I hope you enjoy and have a good day. MDNI with any of my work even if it’s sfw.

Dating Toge has been amazing. You might think that his limited vocabulary makes it difficult to communicate but it doesn't. We've come up with our own type of communication. It's a mix of sign language and our own jesters that no one else understands. Though there is one thing he recently started doing that I can't get him to explain.

At the most random times he sticks his tongue out at me. It's adorable but I don't understand why. He refuses to tell me as well no matter how many times I ask him about it. He'll just shrug, and walk away. If we're in class he'll tap my shoulder and when I look at him he will unzip his collar, and just stick his tongue out at me.

The weirdest time was we had just finished a small mission we had been sent on. We were both slightly bruised because the curse was stronger than expected and we were waiting for our ride to pick us up. He nudged my shoulder and when I looked at him he was just sticking his tongue out like it was the most normal thing in the world.

As I opened my mouth to ask again why he kept doing that, a car pulled up and the driver ushered us in. Breaking my train of thought. Toge just smiled at me, zipped his collar and climbed into the car. I sighed climbing in as well, thinking about how I can figure out the meaning behind the seemingly random jester.

A few weeks have gone by since Toge started sticking his tongue out randomly and it's driving me crazy. I can't figure it out and now our friends have picked up on it as well. I'm now more determined than ever to figure out why he's doing it.

With today being one of the few days we got off from training and studying I figured I could probably corner him, and make him tell me. After we had breakfast with our friends, we ended up going to his room to relax. When we got to his room he immediately took off his jacket and collar leaving him in just a T-shirt. His adorable markings on full display. Sensing my gaze he looked me dead in the eyes and stuck his tongue out for just a second before laying down on his bed.

I rolled my eyes, before asking a question that seems almost futile at this point. "Why do you always do that?"

Toge just smiled at me, said "bonito flakes" meaning he's not going to tell me and then made grabby hands at me. Motioning for me to lay down with him.

So here we are about thirty minutes later. I was leaning against the head of the bed with his head in my lap. I was just running my fingers through his soft hair. He was so relaxed, slow breathing and his eyes closed so I figured he was sleeping.

Lost in the thoughts of how much I love this little dork. I realized I wouldn't want to be in this position with anyone else. Without thinking too much about it I let the words slip out. "I love you, Toge." It was quiet so I didn't think he would hear me. But when I looked into my favorite pair of violet eyes I knew he heard me.

I stumbled over my thoughts trying to think of a good lie to cover it up, not wanting to scare him away. But then I realized he had sat up and had once again stuck his tongue out at me. I was no longer embarrassed but completely confused as to why?

"Toge, why are you sticking your tongue out at me, I just said I love you, and you stick your..... oh." It finally struck what he meant when he would do that. I blushed as I pieced it together. "Wait have you been saying... this whole time?" I asked, trying to confirm my suspicion.

He nodded with a bright smile and a quiet whisper of 'yeah'. It was rare for him to stray from his rice ball ingredients but when he did it made me so happy. And in this moment it proved he was telling the truth, as he doesn't do that around anyone else. Not even Yuta one of our closest friends.

I returned the smile before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on each cursed seal on his cheeks before giving him a peck on the lips. He smiled and returned the kiss.

When we separated, we both moved to be laying down silently agreeing that it was time for a nap. We cuddled up to each other and quickly drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu toge #toge inumaki #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader

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yourstartreatment · 4 months

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i’ve got a burning desire for you, baby

warnings: smut, masturbation (f/m), piv (without condom), slight spanking (+ slaps on face), degrading, praises, pet names, overstimulation, rough!dom!alex x sub!reader, aftercare, description of body, harassment (not much), mention of angst, cheating

[ based on this request ]

smut under the cut // mdni!

you couldn’t miss matt and breana’s wedding, after all they’ve done for you, you couldn’t not show up. with your lilac dress, you arrived at villa aurelia and showed your invitation to a bodyguard at the entrance.

you walked in, with other couples near you, you regretted to came alone, matt and breana proposed you to invite a friend of yours, but you refused.

the villa was breathtaking, with a lot of decorations, it was simply beautiful, and matt and breana with their wedding planner, set up a beautiful location.

you felt a bit disoriented as you walked out the villa, for enter in the stunning garden all decorated for the wedding.

you started seeing friendly faces, you knew most of them since you were once a close friend of them all, but after you and alex divorced, you lost contacts with most of those people.

katie and kelly quickly walked towards you, with a huge smile. you missed them a lot, it’s been an year since the last time you saw them.

you can’t lie, they always kept you updated about the band (even if could you see it from social media), the guys themselves and alex.

you couldn’t even remember how you two broke up, you really argued too much for jealousy, busy schedules and other stupid little things that comported your divorce.

“oh my y/n” katie greeted you, hugging your body tightly, and so kelly does.

“how are you?” the second girl asked softly, they always been so good at read your emotions.

you were the youngest of the group and you always saw them as your older sisters.

“i’m— uh, fine… i think” you replied softly, not completely sure, you wanted to ask about alex, but you prevented it with biting your tongue for not saying anything else.

“yeah” she nodded slowly, putting an and on your shoulder in a comforting way.

“uhm.. is he here with.. someone?” you mumbled softly, while grasping your purse tightly, trying to ease your anxiety.

the girls exchanged a look and you nodded, understanding that he’s not alone.

of course he moved on, it’s been a year after all.

but you, you just couldn’t.

you were his and that’s wasn’t going to change, maybe you’re being more of a hopeless romantic. you were just imagining something that could never happen again.

you were his in every sense: he’s been your first he was going to be your last.

maybe you should change your mind because that was only damaging you, but we’re talking about alex, not some lovers.

from someone else's perspective, you were just trying to have something that won’t ever happen again, but from yours, you’re just being too in love.

you don’t even know if your thoughts make sense, you know they’re stupid.

the next minutes were passing very slowly, your mind was filled with thoughts, you're always been an overthinker, but you always had alex to reassure you about your stupid thoughts.

after a while of listening katie and kelly talking, the wedding planner asked the guests to sit on their reserved seats.

you were on breana's side fortunately, near her cousins (you met them a few years ago during a gig); the couple probably knew that wasn’t a good idea sat you on matt‘s side, you weren’t still ready to meet nick and jamie, or — see alex’s new girlfriend.

you didn't see him yet, you were quite sure he wasn’t going to be matt’s best man, and now that you were thinking about it, probably they were going to be even jamie and nick.

you started chatting slightly with breana’s cousin, she was really excited about the wedding and she wondered where the groom was, and you did too.

you don’t know if you’re ready to see him, after an year, a whole fucking year without him, you don’t even know how you’re still alive without him.

you know you’re exaggerating, but you also know about your attachment issues, and after all the promises he made, after a wedding, he left you without words, after broke up with you.

the thing that you weren’t ready to accept, happened, matt positioned himself near the priest, followed by alex, jamie, nick and his brother.

alex with his gelled hair, wearing a black suit and he was so fucking handsome.

you held a breath, noticing how much he changed in a year. you heard that he was creating a project with miles, one of your and his closest friends, who keep you updated a bit about your ex’s life.

you could notice a slight beard in his chin, even if you were meters away, his hair was longer, but gelled, with few of it falling down his face.

he was so fucking—

“stop looking at him” breana’s cousin nudged your ribs with her elbow.

“i’m not looking at him” you mumbled fidgeting nervously in your lilac dress, pouting.

“you are” she replied softly, taking your hand in her, “i know what you’re thinking— but you have to move on y/n..” she sighed softly.

you hummed, not quite sure of what to think about now, you have so many thoughts.

after an hour or so, the wedding ended, and you’re all invited inside the villa to have lunch.

breana was simply beautiful, smiling, holding matt’s hand and their little girl amelia in her arm, as they reached you. you hugged them, and kissed your niece in law’s forehead.

“i’m so happy for you, guys” you smiled honestly, as you started talking a bit about the wedding, and so.

then, breana’s face started to fall as she exchanged a look with matt, then they both tilted their head to you.

the lunch, the fucking lunch.

“you’re sitting with katie and kelly, jamie and nick..” matt started slowly, but breana interrupted him.

“alex’s next to you” she said, in the most excusing tone.

“oh alright” you just replied and it seemed a bit caring about voice, but your mind was filled with thoughts.

the married couple asked if you were okay and simply nodded, replying that it’s been an year and that you moved on, but you all knew it was a lie for convince yourself.

they dismissed you, with two soft kisses on your forehead going to meet other guests.

you reached the inside of the villa, a large time was adorned with flowers and lots of table, a full bar in the near one with many cocktails and few barmen.

you sat at the table, after greeted nick and jamie that you ignored for two whole hours, for your sake though.

then, the empty seat next to you was being occupied by the man you knew so well, alex.

he didn’t notice you, or maybe he pretended, but it seemed an honest reaction when his mouth slightly dropped when he saw you.

“y/n” he breathed, smiling cocky, smirking as he always does. “how are you?” he asked.

you had enough time to prepare your words when you had to meet him, but they seemed dispersed in your mind.

“i’m— okay” you mumbled, with a slight tremble voice and a little smile. the tension is palpable, the guys’ eyes are fixated on you and the time seemed stopped.

“good” he nodded slowly, keeping smiling, probably enjoying seeing you feeling uncomfortable with him.

“oh, i didn’t introduce you” he pointed to the girl next to him, a tall red head girl with big eyes and lips, her breasts looked like they were spilling out of her dress.

“y/n - jenny, jenny - y/n” he smirked.

was he doing it on purpose? certainly.

“my pleasure, alex talked about you a lot” she smirked in the same way, offering her hand to you to hold, you did it just because you’re educated.

what did he talk about with her? bad things, obviously, maybe he painted you as the crazy ex wife who left him, who should be close in a psychiatric ward.

you just faked your smile, then tilting your head to the other guys around you.

your eyes were slightly wide, thinking about this meeting and the fact that alex is fucking sitting next to you.

katie, who is sitting next to you, took your hand in her, caressing the back of it with her thumb, trying to soothe the tension in your body.

you spent two hours sitting at the table with them, and after a few meals you felt the need to drink something with more alcohol.

you excused yourself and under alex’s eyes, you got up and walked out the large room, going to the bar’s one.

you walked up to the bar and smiled slightly at the bartender, then you ordered a martini.

you waited for it, leaning against the counter with your elbow and your purse near you; after a few minutes the bartender placed it in front of you.

you were sipping it slowly, tasting it on your tongue, while thinking about how the lunch was going, then you felt an arm wrapping your shoulders, slipping on them as the stranger sat next to you.

it made you tense a bit since you felt quite uncomfortable under his gaze, he looked like he was making a screening.

“how are you, pretty lady? who could someone left a beautiful girl as you alone?” he started, you could smell the alcohol coming from his heavy breath.

you ignored, as much as you could, since he started caressing your arm, moving then his disgusting hand towards you cheek. you tilted your head away from his touch.

“oh c’mon, don’t be like that” he whined, smirking awkwardly, making you shiver because you’re not enjoying this moment at all.

the bartender wasn’t even paying attention, no one was actually paying attention to how you were being harassed by this drunk man.

but then, a miracle.

“here you are, doll, this jerk is annoying you?” the familiar voice hugged you, alex showed up, wrapping protectively your waist pressing his fingertips onto it.

you didn’t know what to reply, alex knew what was happening and it took all of his self-control to not punch him right away.

it’s been age since you felt so protected by someone; fuck, you missed his touch so much, you were craving for it.

“go, before i fucking break your nose” alex’s cold voice went down your spine making you shiver, and alex noticed.

you felt your panties getting wetter second by second, you always have a thing for his voice.

the man nodded slowly, since alex was being quite intimidating with his piercing eyes, so he got up and walked away; alex was going to make sure he’s going to be kick out.

“are you okay, y/n?” he asked, walking in front of you, with his hands on your shoulders.

“did he harm you in any way?” he continued, noticing that you looked quite zooned out.

you quickly returned on the earth and you nodded, slurring your words, because you were still thinking about the fact that he was actually touching you.

“uh yeah, yeah— thank you” you mumble, actually quite embarrassing due the moment of silence, you moved a few strands of hair behind your ears nervously, looking at him, while your cheeks are coloured with red.

you’re blushing like a teenager, because he’s touching you after an year and because your panties are fucking drenched due his stupid and cold and hot voices

you’re feeling like a teenager, you’re feeling horny as they usually are.

you don’t know how you ended up in his reserved room in the villa, without your dress while being pinned against the wall as you were kissing passionately.

you released a moan in his mouth as his hand grabbed your breast strongly, palming it through your lacey white bra, which makes you really angelic.

“please” you breathed, you’re craving for his touch, you need to feel him inside you, it’s been too much since the last time you two have a proper sex.

“someone is eager to be touched, eh?” he mocked you, pinning your wrists above your head and moving his leg between yours after noticing that you were closing your thighs trying to have some friction.

you whimpered as his knees touched your needy core, he could almost feel your wetness through his trousers. you buckled your hips, but he quickly pulled away.

“are you being a brat, my little slut?” he grabbed your face with his free hand, “c’mon, tell me” he smirked.

“i’m being a brat” you muttered.

you still remembered the kind of rules you established years ago and you knew pretty well that it's better not to make him mad in any way while he’s ‘wearing’ his ‘dom’ suit.

“good you know, down all fours, on the bed” he said firmly, leaving free your wrists.

he almost worried for you, because you seem already so lightheaded, or maybe he’s just feeling guilty because he’s cheating on his girlfriend - who is most of a rebound.

“you still remember the safe word?” he asked you carefully, while caressing your asscheeks slowly. you hummed, “red” you mumbled softly. “good girl” he praised you.

then the first slap on your ass collided, provoking a pleasurable pain, you knew alex was going to leave bruises.

he then removed your lacey panties, mocking you again for being so drenched, just turned on from hearing his voice.

his ran his fingers through your folds, then he slipped two of them inside you, stretching your little hole so delicious.

you can’t lie; thinking about how many times you touched yourself pretending he was actually him, it’s never been the same though.

but now you're just enjoying yourself while alex is giving one of the most powerful orgams of your life, just with his magic fingers.

“you’re such a needy whore, aren’t you?” he said sarcastically, giving you another slap on your ass while thrusting you.

“need to come.. please can i?” you moaned on the pillow you put under your head, trying to ease your loudly moans, since you both didn’t want to the guests hear you two fucking.

“yes, doll, cum all over my fingers, let me know how much you missed me” he mocked you, while adding pressure on your needy clit, making you come.

“fuck” you mumbled, while tears are rolling down your cheeks due the overstimulation.

“don’t think we’re done here, pretty girl” he smirked, “need to ruin your makeup, get down on your knees” he said firmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

you weren’t exactly sure if he wanted you on the bed or on the floor, so you opted for the last one and you knelt at his feet.

you noticed his bulge through his black trousers, you undone his belt and pulled down his boxer and pants with a movement, letting free his cock, his huge cock. it looked like it was even more big than what you remembered.

alex didn’t let you time, that he started fucking your face, after grabbing your hair in one hand.

you hold the gag, you learned after many blowjobs how to not actually suffocate yourself on his cock while he does something like that.

he pulled out for a few seconds while drool is down your chin, while tears are still running and they probably weren’t going to stop. he slapped your face slightly, it almost looked like a pornographic scene.

“what a pretty doll, i bet you missed my cock, yeah?” he said, slapping you face again.

you nodded slightly looking at him with your big and quite red eyes, watery, in your most innocent expression.

he slowed down a bit, giving you the permission to stroke him with your hands while slowly sucking him off at your pace.

you missed his groans so much, they were really pornographic, you remembered when he used to tell you, during aftercare, how you’re been the only one to do such a blowjob.

he caressed you face, while looking at your watery eyes, not wanting to break eye contact once.

“want to cum all over your face, pretty girl” he let out a moan as he pulled out your warm mouth his cock with an audible ‘pop’.

he pumped himself a few times, then finally his cum went all over your face, covering your eyes, mouth as you stick out your tongue to catch it, nose, even your breast he painted.

“fuck” he groaned, “you’re so fucking pretty” he mumbled leaning for a passionate kiss, as he pulled you on your feet while grabbing your waist, eventually he discarded your bra on the floor.

you unbuttoned his shirt, while he fully removed his boxer and trousers, kicking them with his loafers.

he laid you down the bed, on your back while you were already breathing heavily, craving for his cock inside you.

he positioned himself between your legs, while preparing you again with a few touches, even if you were really soaking, he didn’t want to hurt you.

he already knew that you haven’t seen someone in that year, matt told him, so he also knew that you were so tight.

he pumped himself again, still leaking a bit of his cum, lubricating his length. he then aligned his cock at your entrance, and with slowly and painful movements (you needed him so badly), he finally got into you.

your walls clenched around him, making the both of you moan in simultaneous. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight” he groaned, nibbling slightly your neck as to hold himself to fuck you immediately, he was waiting your permission to move.

you whimper, so he started moving deep and slowly, as he liked. he wanted to feel every inch of you, his tip perfectly hit your g-spot so deliciously, making you moan every time, while scratching his back. “‘m gonna cum again, al” you moaned loudly, as he continued to fuck you dumb.

he added more stimulation now that his thumb is pressed against your clit, making circles on it. “oh fuck” you sweared, crying out of pleasure. you thighs are shaking slightly, as your climax hit you once again, reaching your highest level.

alex is capable of making you roll your eyes at the back of your head, he makes you feel in heaven, you’re lucky because he knows your body so well.

“‘m gonna fill you babygirl, do you understand?” he asked, while caressing your cheeks.

you nodded, feeling so lightheaded and fucked dumb as his cum painted your walls perfectly, you missed it, you missed the feel of being so full.

as he pulled out slowly, being careful, he left kisses on your forehead, praising you for how you’ve been a good girl for him, making you smile slightly, tiredly.

he got up, and went to the bathroom to clean himself and take another pair of boxers from the bag he prepared to stay overnight at the villa.

he then took a wet cloth and started to clean you up, very slowly, knowing that you’re already so sensitive and you don't need more stimulation.

few moments later, you were under the covers hugging each other. alex wrapped an arm around you as you’re resting your head down his bare chest.

“we fucked” you were the first to talk, because you had to stop that awkward silence that is being more than noisy.

he didn't stop to stroke your hair, even if he released a deep breath, nodding slowly to you.

“you cheated on jenny” you whispered, almost feeling bad for her, probably waiting for him innocently at the table, waiting for him to come back while everyone else at it knows where you two actually are and what you’re actually doing.

“i don't love her” he mumbled, sighing softly, “just.. a rebound - yeah, i suppose i wanted to make you jealous” he admitted softly, feeling a bit guilty.

you don’t know how to reply, he left you without words once again. “i love you” you whisper, without thinking twice about it, he smiled, because he knew it.

matt always told him, thanks to breana, that she never stopped loving him once. he never missed an update about you, even if he wasn’t with you, he was still being that kind of protective angel.

“i haven’t stopped loving you once” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

#alex turner #alex turner blurb #alex turner imagine #alex turner one shot #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fluff #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfiction #fanfic

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jadeslashes · 1 year

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Hi, just wanna say i am happy to found your blog and how much i love your blog. (Also ope you take request/ideas from others)

Also can you maybe do something with Slasher and an ADHD reader, where the biggest interests/all time hyperfication are Horror, and crime? [Golden retriever s.o with an big liking for horro viebe?]

Thank you, hope you have an hood day

includes: patrick bateman, charles lee ray, tiffany valentine, jason voorhees, michael myers, pinhead, jennifer check, freddy krueger, jackson rippner, stu macher, billy loomis.

warnings: none !

note: this idea is so cute ! thanks for requesting <3

🪓﹒PATRICK BATEMAN ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

your passion in the subject of true crime is very interesting to him, and he finds how much you know about it impressive

he loves that when he makes a reference to a specific serial killer or case you almost always know exactly what one it is and have more information about it to bring up

he may still try to mansplain some things from time to time 🙁 even if you already know everything there is to know about it

he’d also try to bring up gory or disturbing details that he thinks would freak you out, and be surprised (maybe even a little disappointed) when you either already knew and/or aren’t shocked by it

🛠﹒CHARLES LEE RAY ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

if you’re dating chucky, you’re in the right place tbh

you may have seen every true crime doc and every horror movie possible, but he’ll show you real crime and supernatural stuff firsthand

he’ll also recount every crime he’s ever done probably, with pride too, and he really loves how interested you are in his stories

🖤﹒TIFFANY VALENTINE ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

pretty much the same deal for tiffany honestly

especially if you’re into supernatural stuff as well, that’s where she has a lot of experience

🕸﹒JASON VOORHEES ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

your liking for horror goes a longer way for jason than you would have expected

the fact that you’re interested in that type of thing makes him feel like he won’t scare you away immediately

🔪﹒MICHAEL MYERS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

same thing goes for michael honestly, as soon as he knows you’re into true crime and horror, he feels more comfortable

⛓﹒PINHEAD ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

the hell priest is going to show you things that are far worse than any horror movie you’ve seen or any serial killer you’ve researched

i’m sorry but more often than not anything you have to tell them or show them will not faze them whatsoever, they may even appear bored at times, but that’s also just,, how they always look

if you tell them about anything true crime related they’re probably just going to think about how trivial and silly the mortal realm is tbh

but don’t get me wrong, they’ll still listen to you and look at whatever you want to show them, they just might not react how most of the other slashers would

🩸﹒JENNIFER CHECK ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

she will listen to you for hours, and probably ask a lot of questions too

horror movie nights all the time, and every time she finds a movie that she thinks you’ll like she makes sure to show you

she has a habit of bragging a little about how much you know about true crime

“babe, tell them about that case you were talking about yesterday!”

no one is going to support your hyperfixation more than she is <3

💭﹒FREDDY KRUEGER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

as much as you think about, listen to, and research horror and true crime related stuff, when freddy appears in your dreams it still scares the hell out of you

and he takes a little bit of pride in that not gonna lie

if he knows a horror movie you watched and really liked, he’ll try to recreate some of the scenes in your dreams just for fun if that makes sense

🛩﹒JACKSON RIPPNER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he’d watch so many true crime documentaries with you

and considering your interest in that subject and his job, you’d both find it kind of ironic that you ended up together

his job can be hard on him though, so don’t press him too hard for details, sometimes he needs a bit of a break from the subject of crime and horror because that’s what his livelihood revolves around

🥩﹒STU MACHER ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

he is going to make a lot of jokes like all the time, but trust me he finds your true crime infodump very interesting

also your golden retriever vibe goes really well with him, because he’s similar, your easygoing and good vibes are really attractive to him <3

📞﹒BILLY LOOMIS ꜜ﹒⟡﹒

you and billy are so cute together imo

he’ll pick your brain and ask questions about everything you tell him about, he’d want to hear every detail

and he’s definitely mentally taking notes when you’re infodumping btw

to you it looks like he’s just really paying attention because he loves listening to you, and he does <3

but he’s also making note of everything so he can avoid what’s gotten people caught before to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistakes, and probably getting some inspiration

#pinhead x reader #slashers x reader #billy loomis x reader #chucky x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jason voorhees x reader #jennifer check x reader #michael myers x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #patrick bateman x reader #slasher fucker #idk man i don’t think i did too good w this one

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fangirlwriting-stories · 4 months

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First Fight

Summary: Vlad shows up at school, and it ends up being a fight involving more than just Danny.

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Danny was not expecting any kind of excited exclamation when he told Sam and Tucker he’s not grounded anymore. As a result, it almost works when he tries to lie to himself that he’s not hurt when he doesn’t get one.

Of course they’re not excited. Sam’s been irritated he hasn’t talked with his parents since she learned he didn’t actually run away, and she’s made it very clear to him that she thinks it’s his own fault for having been grounded as long as he was. And Tucker’s been down in the dumps and upset about something for way too long for this to make a dent.

(Maybe he’s upset because you gave him a severe head injury, Fenton, you ever think of that?)

(But that doesn’t explain why he won’t look you in the eye anymore. Did you do something? Or well, do something else as Fenton?)

Look, it doesn’t matter. It’s fine. They’re going to Nasty Burger after school today, the first time without his parents in months. That’s reward enough.

Nevermind the fact that they’re probably going to be going on about how terrible Phantom is the whole time. He’s definitely used to that at this point.

He spends most of the day trying to force himself to look forward to it, and then feeling bad for having to force himself. As a result, when his ghost sense goes off during lunch, he’s almost relieved.

He mumbles some kind of excuse in the middle of Sam’s angry talking and pushes back from the table, then heads out of the cafeteria. The weight that falls from his shoulders the second he doesn’t hear Sam’s voice anymore almost makes him feel worse.

He shakes it off and slips down a hallway, then transforms and heads for the ceiling. There’s no screaming he can hear coming from anywhere in the school, meaning the ghost probably set off his sense due to being just outside of it.

Sure enough, as soon as he makes it outside, he sees Plasmius hovering just outside the school.

Danny raises an ectoblast on instinct. “What are you doing here, Vlad?” he snaps.

Vlad puts a hand to his chest as if offended. “Why Daniel, I’m clearly just hovering here minding my own business. Must you instantly jump to violence?”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Oh, of course. I know you for always casually minding your own business floating right outside my high school a state away from where you live. Silly me, why ever did I jump to the conclusion that you’re up to something?”

Vlad gives a way too overdramatic bow, spreading his hands in a “you got me” gesture. Before Danny can ask again what he’s doing, however, his thinking and interrogation is interrupted by a sudden ectoblast from behind.

Danny yelps and spins around, hands already going up, before he sees it’s just the Red Huntress. He hasn’t seen much of her lately. Nice to know she’s still around in some capacity, even if her timing is consistently bad.

But then, a second later, it’s suddenly not just her, as two people in similar looking suits fly up behind her.

Danny raises an eyebrow. “What, you got yourself some sidekicks?” He spares a glance over his shoulder back at Vlad, who for some reason hasn’t moved, and is still floating there looking at them.

“They are not my sidekicks,” the Huntress snaps, at the same time the new person in the purple suit snaps “We are not her sidekicks.”

“Well, whatever all of you are, I was kind of in the middle of something,” Danny says, glancing back and forth between them and Vlad. He doesn’t like the idea of having his back to any of the four of them. “What do you want, by the way?” he directs at Vlad.

Vlad raises a teasing eyebrow, rising to a standing position— or, a standing while still floating position.

“Why, I should be asking what you want, Daniel,” he says. “You’re the one who interrupted me.”

Danny snorts. “What, you’re taking requests now? How’s about back off?”

“Oh, of course,” Vlad says with a smile in his direction. “You look like you’ll have more fun with these three anyway, I think I’ll let you handle it.”

Danny grits his teeth and fires an ectoblast at Vlad, though he’s not at all surprised when Vlad dodges easily.

He is a little surprised when he spots another blast coming from the purple suited newbie, and only barely manages to dodge in time.

“Okay seriously, what’s with the newcomers?” he asks the Huntress, turning sideways so he can keep Vlad in his peripheral while talking to her. “I didn’t take you as the teamwork type.”

“Who says I am?” Huntress says, putting a hand on her hip.

“Hey! I’m here too you know!” Purple Suit snaps, and fires a blast at him that Danny dodges with a sigh.

“Okay, were you even trying with that one? I’m looking right at you, it’s way too easy to dodge.”

“They’re new,” Huntress says with obvious exasperation.

Danny laughs a little. “Aww, you’re taking up babysitting? That’s so sweet.”

That seems to piss Huntress off enough that she fires her own blast at Danny, which he dodges again. He moves to fly back far enough that he can keep an eye on Vlad and the three of them at the same time.

Huntress, however, seems to take it as a sign that he’s running, and so she fires up her jets and flies right for him, meaning he has to actually turn and fly off as a result. Dammit.

He hears more noise from behind him than earlier, meaning the two newbies are probably coming along for the ride too. Well, great. He’s definitely missing the start of next period now.

He keeps his gaze behind him as much as he can, but he still gets hit by a blast from Huntress, pushing him closer towards the ground. He gives a quick glance down, and after confirming there’s no one in the way, he turns intangible to avoid the next one. He turns back towards her in midair, but makes sure it’s a weaker blast that he fires back. For as much as she’s an annoyance, Danny’s pretty sure Huntress is human, which means she can’t take the same hits his ghostly enemies can.

Vlad seems to have all but vanished, which means he’s going to have no clue why he was here, and he’s probably going to accomplish whatever he’s trying to do while Danny’s running from Huntress and the two newbies who don’t have names yet.

He sighs. He’ll have to do some detective work later with Jazz.

“Hey!” he calls back to the three above him, turning visible so he can talk. “What are your names, newbies?”

“What the heck are you talking about?” Purple Suit snaps. New Red Suit doesn’t say anything, just looks away, which is a really bad idea during a mid-air chase.

“Well I mean, I could just keep calling you newbies,” Danny says, easily dodging another blast from Purple Suit. “But that feels kind of demeaning.” He dodges another blast. “Though it’s also kind of accurate. Who taught you to aim?”

“Shut up!” Purple Suit snaps again.

“You’ve got that whole Red Huntress thing going on,” Danny says, pointing at Huntress. “But I don’t think that’ll work for you two. I mean, you’re red too.” He points at New Red Suit, who looks away from him again. “And ‘Red Two’ also feels kind of demeaning, honestly.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not going to be around long enough to need a name for us,” Purple Suit snaps, and fires at him again.

Danny floats higher in the sky this time, still moving at a more casual pace so all of them can keep up.

Huntress clearly notices, however, and Danny’s not exactly surprised when she’s not a fan of it.

“You know what,” she snaps at the two newbies. “Keep up or go home.”

And with that, she aims her blaster at Danny, which Danny takes as his cue to stop messing around.

He darts back down towards the ground, and towards a couple of abandoned warehouses, zipping around them and turning intangible to fly through them, in order to throw Huntress off more. He hears her behind him as he flies through the wall of the last building, so he doesn’t slow down. He does, however, hear Huntress give an irritated growl, presumably when she realizes she can’t see him anymore.

Danny darts down a side alley and stops, which gets rid of any sound she could use to track him, though she stops at the entrance to the alleyway he’s floating in. Danny breathes in quietly and holds it, taking advantage of the half dead aspect in order to avoid necessary things like breathing.

“Ugh, where did you go?” Huntress says in frustration, as the two newbies catch up behind her.

Danny floats as quietly as he can up towards the top of the buildings around them. Before he can make it, however, a very familiar and annoying voice says, “Well hello again!”

Danny groans, audibly this time, and drops his intangibility as he turns to face Vlad.

Huntress and New Red Suit turns to Vlad, but Purple Suit immediately flies up higher towards him and fires a blast, which Danny dodges.

“Leaving already?” Vlad asks, raising a teasing eyebrow at Danny.

“Was planning on it,” Danny says. “Thought I might stick to the things I actually felt like doing today. I have some stuff going on.”

“Oh, of course, how inconsiderate of me,” Vlad says. “In fact, just to help you out with that, let me take care of a couple problems for you.”

He floats slightly higher and fires a blast right at New Red Suit.

Danny darts down on instinct, but apparently Purple Suit has the same idea, because she dives down and shoves New Red Suit out of the way just in time for Danny to slam into her, and for both of them to get blasted back into the brick wall by Vlad. Thankfully, Danny is the one who hits the wall, and Purple Suit just lands against him.

But then Vlad fires another blast, this time aiming at Purple Suit, and hitting the board she’s using to fly.

It sparks a couple of times, and then the jets give out, and Purple Suit starts to fall.

Danny dives for her on instinct, and manages to catch her a couple feet off the ground and set her down. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t touch me!” Purple Suit snaps, shoving him backwards, and Danny can feel her glaring at him even through the suit. She’s breathing heavily, and lifts an arm to aim at Danny, the slight shaking of the blaster she’s aiming revealing that she was at least a little freaked out by that.

Danny raises his hands in an attempt at a peaceful gesture, but before he can say anything he hears a startled cry from up above that sounds like Huntress, and turns to look just in time to see Vlad flying off with a smirk and Huntress having hit the ground, her board sparking in the same way as Purple Suit’s.

“Are you okay?” Danny calls, alarmed.

“Oh, don’t act like you care!” Purple Suit snaps, shoving her blaster into Danny’s face.

New Red Suit appears at her side, and grips Purple Suit’s arm tightly, but if Purple Suit gets what he’s trying to say with that, she doesn’t show it by moving at all.

After a second, however, New Red Suit tugs on her arm harshly and says, “Huntress is hurt.”

“So go help her,” Purple Suit snaps. “I’ve got him.”

Danny gives half a worried glance back towards Huntress, and finds herself pulling herself up using the wall. Purple Suit jabs her blaster into Danny’s cheek, and Danny hears it start to fire. He goes intangible just before it hits, and flies up above the three of them. He gives one last glance around for Vlad, but he’s gone. So, since it seems like Purple Suit and New Red Suit aren’t going to help Huntress until he leaves, he flies off back towards the school.

Some allies, huh. Maybe they should do some team building exercises.

About halfway back to school Danny slows down, and when he reaches the parking lot he stops. He flies lower and turns back into Danny Fenton, but doesn’t move any closer to school.

He’s definitely missed lunch, but Sam and Tucker are still in there, and he cannot think of anything he wants less right now than to find them in the hallway, and for Sam to start talking about did Danny know that Phantom was causing trouble over lunch again and wasn’t he just the worst, didn’t Danny think so?

Danny glares down at the ground and tries to shake the thought off. He’s supposed to find them after school, and they’re supposed to go to Nasty Burger, and he’s supposed to be looking forward to that. Sam and Tucker haven’t done anything wrong.

Danny looks up at the school again, and tries to force himself to step forward and walk towards the parking lot.

He doesn’t move.

“Uh, hi?”

Danny whirls around. Then he stands up straight and narrows his eyes in confusion. “Valerie?”

“What are you doing here?” Valerie asks.

“I could ask you the same question.”

Valerie looks behind her. “I uh,” she says, and then she turns back around with an angry look on her face. “I was ditching, but then my ditch buddies ditched me.”

Danny winces. “Man, that sucks.”

“What are you doing here then?” Valerie asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh,” Danny says, looking back at the school, and immediately feeling exhausted again at the prospect of going back inside. “Thinking about ditching?”

“You’re kind of on the wrong side of the street to still be thinking about it,” Valerie points out, walking up next to him.

Danny doesn’t say anything, just looks at the school and tries to come up with any reason at all to go back inside it.

Jazz is there? And he kind of needs to fix things with Jazz? A little bit?

“Hey,” Valerie says. Danny turns to face her.

“You look like you’d rather go anywhere else in the world right now than there,” Valerie says with a nod to the school.

“No, no, that’s not it! I just—” Danny looks back. “I’m supposed to meet…” he trails off.

There’s a pause.

“…You want to actually ditch with me instead of just thinking about it, and then we can go to the mall?” Valerie asks.

Danny glances at her. At least she didn’t say anything about Nasty Burger.

And he’s going to feel like a terrible friend either way.

Valerie raises an eyebrow.

Danny nods. “Yes, yes I do.”

Valerie smiles. “Cool. Let’s go.”

So they do.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #sam manson #tucker foley #valerie gray #everyone knows au #my fic

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cerebralinvasion · 1 year

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yandere february event day 23

“i keep pencils you’ve chewed on, pictures i’ve printed of you, clothes i’ve stolen from your room… you think i’m a creep, don’t you?”

poe never really let you visit him. you never knew why, but for some reason every request to see his house was denied. he came over to your place often, but he always had some kind of reason as to why it wasn’t a good idea to see him this time. but after several months of this, he started running out of excuses, and he was nervous about denying you with no good reason. he knew you probably wouldn’t be, but he was still so worried about making you mad. so he relented. he let you visit his house, on the condition that no matter what you wouldn’t look in the basement. which instantly stirred some kind of red flag within you. you couldn’t lie, as much as you trusted poe, in that moment a small part of you genuinely feared that he was a serial killer. but with a tentative nod, you accepted the offer.

maybe you should have held onto that fear a little more, instead of letting your curiosity win. because when poe excused himself to use the bathroom, you found yourself making your way to the one area you were forbidden from entering. maybe you should have listened. to poe and to your gut. every one of your senses was screaming at you to go back up the stairs, to turn around and not do something dumb. but you went through anyway.

looking around the room, your heart dropped. you weren't sure if the decision to come down here was something you regretted. of course, you were not exactly pleased with it’s contents. but this feels like the kind of thing you deserve to know.

from corner to corner the room was covered in items. your items. all neatly organized and carefully placed. many on display. nothing important, worn down toothbrushes, chewed pencils, old gum. all used trash, trash that you specifically used. the walls were nearly entirely hidden under polaroids and pictures of you. a few of them you remember taking, but most you clearly hadn’t. photos of you out and about, taken from behind or through bushes. some even through the window into your home. a small fraction of them had your face, but you were never looking at the camera. usually you were peering down at your phone, or a book. there were shelves of books against the right wall which you tentatively approved. opening it up you found it filled to the brim with information, careful analyses of you. your likes, dislikes, opinions. some of it was information you didn’t even know about yourself. psychoanalyzing you and your beliefs and motives. it was terrifyingly accurate.

with shaky hands, you closed the book you held, turning to leave. only to be met with a quiet poe standing on the stairs. he was nervously curled in on himself like usual. for a few brief moments, no words were said. only a wide eyed staring match between the two of you.

“poe…what is this?” your voice was shaky and unsure. poe was your friend. you didn’t want to jump to conclusions or suspect him, but the situation seemed very cut and dry.

“i keep pencils you’ve chewed on, pictures i’ve printed of you, clothes i’ve stolen from your room… you think i’m a creep, don’t you?” poe’s eyes turned to the ground, he was avoiding looking at your expression.

“aha um… i won’t deny, it’s definitely… creepy.” you chuckled nervously, another awkward silence settling over the room.

“i’m sorry.”

“okay… i’m not going to lie and say it’s okay but, um. i’ve never been in a situation like this… i’m not sure exactly how i should go about this.” you paused after that. poe didn’t speak up, it seemed he was waiting for you to continue on. but in all honesty, you had no idea what to say. so you didn’t. you ran up the stairs and out the door as fast as you could. you’d deal with finishing this conversation later, you need time to think. you ignored poe calling after you.

#bsd x reader #yandere bsd #edgar allan poe x reader #yandere edgar allan poe #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x you #yandere bungou stray dogs

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Ice Creams of Divorce

Characters: Bdubs, Cleo, Scar, Etho

Wc: 920

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 244, “Critical Ice Cream”

Ao3: Here!

“Mhmm,” Bdubs exaggerated delight with a mouthful of ice cream. “Delicious, right Cleo?”

Cleo didn’t respond. Bdubs turned to his left and they were glaring daggers at Etho from across the table. Etho, on his part, was bent towards the table trying to bring the ice cream to his face, but every time he moved the spoon closer, Cleo’s face hardened.

“Mom,” he whined. “The ice cream’s good, right?”

Cleo glanced at Bdubs and let out a small smile. “Of course, Bdubs.” Then looked back at the odd one out and continued frowning.

“Yes, Bdubs,” Scar said, across the table with his mouth full. “The ice cream is delicious. But it would be even better without Mister Deadbeat over there.”

“Come on, guys! He’s trying to reach out! Right dad?” Etho tried to speak but Bdubs continued. “Look! He’s here!”

“Yes, Bdubs, and that’s exactly the problem.”

“But! You guys were all in for the idea of inviting him! And it was all VERY civil during the meal! No one clawed the other’s eyes out! It makes no sense!”

“Oh, that was before dessert.” Scar said nonchalantly and Cleo nodded firmly, like that made any sense.

“So what!”

“I…” Etho spoke up, and all the eyes turned to him. He gulped, audibly. “I think I should probably… get going now.”

“What! No, dad!”

“Oh?” Cleo raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Is your little friend group calling? Asking when you’ll stop ‘babysitting’?”

Bdubs gasped. “Oh, don’t you speak of TIES like that! They’re great people, I’ll have you know!”

Cleo and Scar looked at him and then at each other. He couldn’t read their minds but he didn’t like whatever was happening, no siree!

“Right… Scar, could you and Bdubs go for a walk?” they said, eyes never leaving Etho.

“Gladly!” Scar said, pushing his chair back. A crash followed. Scar looked down and pouted. “Awe, my cane, not again.”

Bdubs wanted to say ‘told you so’ but he didn’t think it would be the best idea.

Still, he muttered, “Told you not to hook it on the chair.”

Scar was close enough to hear him, but he clearly ignored it. Or maybe he was just too focused on trying to get his cane from the floor that he didn’t listen. He was like that.

He should help him get it.

At once, it hit Bdubs. “Wait, no!” Eyes on him again. He corrected his tone. “What about we don’t go?”

Bdubs could probably count the amount of hairs on Cleo that turned gray in the length of the conversation.

“Pray tell, why would you not?”

“Because you would kill him and he couldn’t defend himself! No offense Etho.”

“None taken, sadly.” His voice grew sad. “I’ve already been called washed up and past my prime—”

“That’s a lie!”

“—Cleo would kill me instantly. I’ve accepted it.”

“Look at what you did!” Bdubs said to his mom. “The comment still hurts him!”

“I never said he was washed up! Everyone else said that but me!” They tried to defend themself but the cards weren’t in their favor.

“Clockers! Etho!” Scar said suddenly. He was already standing, cane in hand. When did he pick it up? “We’re getting too off-topic now! Come on, Bdubs.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bdubs…” Scar said with a threatening voice.

“I wanna hear what mom’s gonna say.”

Cleo sighed. “Take a seat Scar. Finish your ice creams.”

Bdubs had completely forgotten about it, and by the looks of it, so had Scar. Both scoops had already half-melted.

“Look, Etho… I hate putting the children in the middle of this—”

Bdubs wanted to retort that he wasn’t a child. So he did. They all ignored him.

“But if you want to be present in their lives, we could strike up an arrangement. Won’t suddenly drop Bdubs on you nor will you visit unannounced. You could call ahead and decide when to see them. That could be a thing. Nothing’s stopping you.

“If, however,” she continued, “you’re gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?”

The room grew dead silent.

Then, cackling.

“Oh my god.” Scar said as he laughed.

A puff of air escaped Bdubs. Then, he felt something start to rise to his throat, stuck there for a second.

And it escaped.

Bdubs laughed.

His eyes closed and he didn’t hear his parents join in, but their exhales felt less tense now. Almost fond.

After a bit, they stopped laughing. The air was silent, but no longer thick. Bdubs looked at his dad.

Etho breathed, then said, “Yeah I would… I think I would like that. The first thing. If Scar doesn’t mind. I know he hates me.”

“And that won’t change any time soon,” Scar said like a reminder. “But whatever makes Bdubs happy. Just remember, you mess with one of us, you mess with all, Mister Slab. Clockers stay together above it all. Remember that.”

Etho nodded firmly. “I will.”

“Oh, one more thing,” Cleo said. “You can’t take Bdubs to your crew of friends. I don’t trust they’re good role models for him.”

“Mom!”

Etho hummed. “You know, yeah, I see what you mean.”

“WHAT.”

“We’re a bit rowdy,” he added thoughtfully.

Cleo groaned. “Don’t ever say that again or I’ll rescind the invitation.” They rested their arms on the table. “So, are we on the same page?”

Etho looked at Bdubs, then at Scar. Then, back at Cleo. And with determination in his voice, “Yes. We are.”

#fff244 #trafficfic #limited life #trafficblr #the clockers #bdoubleo100 #gtwscar #zombiecleo #ethoslab #my writing

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princelylove · 5 months

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Oh I love how you add Holy and Lisa Lisa in, I love them too, need more content for them ~

I wonder how would their reaction/feeling and punishment when they discover darling's love is fake, they just pretending to love them so they can escape.

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Hii, 🏵️anon. Cutting a few out since I wanted to go into detail- I’ll probably make a continuation of the others down the line.

Content warnings: Reader death, noncon/dubcon in Jolyne’s part, general violence, and gaslighting

Holly would hate to hear that! She herself wouldn’t punish you, she’s definitely going to cry about it and lock herself in her kitchen for a little bit. She’s deeply hurt, how could you say something like that to your wife?? She channels her emotion into cooking or baking something she knows you like to eat. It’s an apology gift, and she’s prepared a list of things she’s going to do better for you! Holly hopes you forgive her, and understands if you still need some time to think about things. But, in the end, Holly’s not willing to get a “divorce,” so you’re not going anywhere. She sits on her knees and shoves her hands under her legs when she brings you breakfast, and tries not to talk too much. Is her voice annoying? Do you not like how she makes things cutesy? She rents books about marriage, watches programs on television about relationships, and calls her mother or father for advice. She might even vent to Jotaro, but she tries not to. She doesn’t want to worry him- mainly because he has no problem breaking bones.

It… doesn’t really matter if you like Jotaro or not. As long as you submit, he’s going to lie to himself. You can say whatever you want, he’s just going to tell you to shut up and stop whining. You’re stupid, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You need him, and he needs you to just stay put and let him protect you from the evils of the world.. Jotaro’s convinced that everything is trying to eat you, and he’s not going to just let it. He won’t punish you until you actually do something- words are just words, and Jotaro is convinced you’re all bark and no bite. If he catches you storing ‘shit’ to take when you run away, he’ll drag you by your wrists into your room, make sure you sit and stay, put everything back, and give you a light slap on your wrist. Jotaro would prefer to restrain you with his own hands, but he can’t really sit there and hold you down all day, so chains will have to do until he’s ready to “cuddle” for the night- which is just him holding you down and smelling your neck for a couple hours. Try to run away too often and Jotaro will just take away your ability to walk. You can keep your legs, he won’t remove them, but he will break them. He babies you throughout the healing process. When your legs finally do heal, if you still aren’t willing, he’ll just break them again. It was fun taking care of you, why wouldn’t he?

Josuke takes it pretty personally. It’s hard not to. I mean, you can’t just go around saying that he’s a “creep” and “not your boyfriend.” Words have meaning, babe. You can’t throw a tantrum just ‘cause he got a little handsy with you. It’s just him. Somebody’s gonna hear you and think he’s beating you or something, you gotta cut it out. Josuke’s fairly lenient compared to the rest of his family- what are you really escaping from? He’s not trapping you, and it’s not like he really gets in your way. You’re overreacting ‘cause he didn’t read the room right, jeez. Josuke’s going to gaslight you and physically get in the way of every exit. He scoffs a bit when you tell him he’s overbearing- who, him?? What’s he done that’s overbearing? Oh! Oh, he’s overbearing ‘cause he wants to know what his partner is doing?? Yeah, right, that makes total sense- look, why don’t you just blow off some steam and come talk to him when you have a real problem with his behavior.

Giorno already knows. Did you truly believe that you would be able to hide something like that from him? Giorno survives off of hope- Perhaps Guido’s philosophy of “things will always work out in the end” has rubbed off on him. You’ll come around. He won’t react to minor threats or tantrums, not even directly getting in his face and screaming at him will make Giorno budge. The only real way to get under his skin is to attempt to abandon him- he feels everything he felt when he was little. He’s just a small, frail little boy again when he finds your hoard of essentials hidden away. If you want to leave him so badly, fine, leave him. One of his bodyguards will bring you back, and he’ll try again, after a bit of coping with his situation (Brooding in his room wondering what could possibly be so awful about him), and starving you of any enrichment or social interaction. If you ever were to strike him, or otherwise attempt his life, Giorno’s instincts would take over. His hands tremble so much that he drops whatever weapon he confiscated from you mid attempt, and he’ll stay frozen in place until Guido or Sheila E comes to check on him.

Jolyne was hoping her insecure thoughts were wrong. Part of her wants to snap, The hell is wrong with you? Of course you love her, you’re making her sound like she’s Narciso or something. You were just cuddling up to her telling her how big her muscles were the other day, did you get a fuckin’ lobotomy done on you in the hour she left you alone? The other part of her falls into a bit of a depression. Of fucking course you don’t love her. She was really trying, too. She could beat your ass for lying to her, but she’s not gonna. She’s too miserable. She throws herself into the gym and replays every single interaction she’s ever had with you- that was seriously all a lie so you could get her off your ass? The next time you see her- which is likely her hunting you down- she traps you in a small room, probably your cell. She genuinely just wants to talk about how cruel you are. If you try to run, Jolyne gets in your way, and uses her stand to hold you in place. Looking down at you like this, all tied up… it just sorta clicks. This is how it’s meant to be. Your door locks, right? Probably not, she can put something in front of it. She’s got some pent up frustration to take out on you.

#yandere jotaro kujo #yandere josuke higashikata #yandere holly kujo #yandere jolyne cujoh #yandere giorno giovanna #cw noncon #cw dubcon #cw slight degradation #request granted #🏵️ anon #reader death

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melancholysway · 1 year

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TMNT Imagines: Guide to Being their Friend!

What the title says 😎but no this is the guide for being each turtles friend!

Leonardo

Being Leo’s friend entails that he’ll have someone level headed to talk to. I feel as though all versions of Leo needs a friend to match his energy.

2007 & 2003 Leo would seek to talk to his friend when he needs a break from being the leader. He holds a heavy burden on him, and sometimes, he needs a cleanse; has to let loose for a bit, Ya know?

That being said, try and get him out of his comfort zone! Invite him over to hang and have him dance! He’ll feel weird at first, but he appreciates that you’re actively trying to get his mind off of the heavy burden he carries constantly.

2012 Leo: watch Space Heroes with him, please. His brothers (Raph) clown him so much, he would love to have a friend that shares the same interest.

Rise!Leo: be chaotic with him, ALL THE TIME! Seriously, go out and do some spontaneous shit with him, see where his portals can take you both, anything! Make beats together, he seriously doesn’t care as long as it’s a vibe.

All this being said, all versions of Leo would appreciate a friend who can listen to his problems. To hear where he’s coming from, ya know? If him and Raph argue or there’s tension, listen to him. A lot of the times, he thinks he’s not doing enough. That he’s failing at being their leader when something goes wrong.

“Leo, as your friend, I can tell you firsthand that nobody could do this leader thing as good as you can.”

He likes to hear that. That SOMEONE appreciates and sees his efforts! So please, give him a good pep talk when he needs it!

Raphael

Okay, guys.

Raph is not just some fucking asshole who goes around raising hell in every room he steps in.

He doesn’t constantly fight or argue with Leo, and I hate that sooo many fanfics write him this way, fr fr

I 100% believe Raphael is just a guy, just a fuckin guy yall

He’s more glass half empty a lot of the times, and he’s most definitely blunt.

I believe Leonardo is the most skeptical member of the team- he doesn’t trust so easily, not to say Raph doesn’t.

However, when you start to come around the lair often, and even hanging with his brothers, who is he to shut you out? You haven’t done anything to him, or treated him badly. He’s definitely laid-back, does his own thing, minds his business, you get the idea.

Tell him all your jokes, seriously- this turtle needs a friend with a sense of humor. To hype him up, or to be his spotter, anything! Even if the joke is shit, tell him, the worst he’ll do is straight up tell you that it wasn’t funny LMAO

If you don’t like people telling you the truth and being honest, STAY AWAY FROM RAPH!

He will NOT sugarcoat shit for you, he will tell you the cold hard truth. If you don’t like this, your loss.

Everyone needs someone like Raph in their life- to really slap them in the face with reality! He WILL call it like he sees it. His delivery is always sort of harsh, but it comes from a good place. He lets you know that after.

Since it’s a platonic relationship between friends, get ready for him to tell you about the women he found attractive while on patrol.

If he does wind up getting into a relationship with a girl, he will have to explain to her that the friendship you both have is important to him, especially if you’re close enough to be considered family. Family always comes first for Raphael.

Really needs you to tell him about himself sometimes. He doesn’t want a friend that’ll lie to him, even though he probably won’t like what you have to say. If him and Leo get into an argument and he’s at fault, let him know. Don’t always take Raph’s side, ESPECIALLY if he’s wrong. He’ll be mad, but give him a few to cool off and realize you’re right, you always were. You come from a good place, and he remembers that always.

He’s definitely misunderstood- but a lot of the times, he hides his emotions, because he doesn’t wanna seem soft. But, we all know this, especially 2012 Raph! He hates looking weak, but we see him continuously care for his brothers.

Same with 2007 Raph, I honestly don’t know why people write him to be such a bitch, ie; doesn’t care what anyone has to say, rude to his brothers all the time, etc etc. they take ONE of his toxic traits and RUN IT TO THE GROUND YALL

If he’s comfortable with you, he will show his soft side, he just doesn’t show it to his brothers- especially Mikey.

Always reliable, if you need him, he’s got you. He’s 1000% a loyal friend, and hopes that you trust him enough so he can possibly open up to you. It takes a LONG time to get to this point, though.

Really loves to rendezvous, 2007!Raph loves a good bike ride to nowhere, and he won’t mind taking you with him. This goes for all versions of Raph- go with him to do absolutely nothing! Except if he wants to be alone. Hang out with him while he’s working out, or go on a bike ride with him- a lot of the times he just wants someone to appreciate the city lights as much as he does.

I also slightly headcanon that he’s chiller than the other turtles tbh.

Donatello

Oh Donnie

First off- he loves to talk. DEPENDING on who he’s talking to. He really can’t hold a conversation with Mikey, so.

But, if you’re his friend, be ready for him to talk a lot, especially once he’s comfortable around you.

If you’re into the same sciency shit he’s into, he’ll be over the moon! He can’t really converse with his brothers or Splinter about it since they can’t understand what he’s saying half the time.

A lot of the times, he really just needs an outsiders ears. Someone that’s not his brother or Sensei. He wants you to give him advice that’s in his best interest.

If he’s crushing on April, he will ask you for advice. Please be careful of how you speak to him, he’s not like Raphael.

You shouldn’t sugarcoat anything with Donnie, do tell him how it is, but be gentle, and use your words WISELY. Do NOT say anything that will hurt him. Use a gentle tone, please.

If its 2012 Donnie & he’s showing you that music box he made for April, please let him know what you think of it.

“I really like the effort you put in it Donnie, but don’t you think it’ll be a bit much for her? What about something smaller, like making her a bracelet?”

Like this. Do not bring him down! Any version of Donnie, don’t bring him down! He already has issues with self-confidence, always keep this in mind!

He would really enjoy if you could help him out on some of his inventions, he gets someone to talk to, and someone to be his helper! It’s a win-win for him

Please, make him food! Bayverse Donnie specifically! But, any version of Donatello, please make the turtle food. Slip out the lab when he’s working on something, and instead of heading for the pop-tart box, make him a quick sandwich with lots of greens, something that’ll taste good & boost his energy! He’ll munch at it while he’s working, but he will always let you know he appreciates it.

“Thanks for always helping me reach my daily caloric intake, Y/n.”

Michelangelo

First off, you better have some free time in your schedule!

Mikey really loves people, he’s the most sociable out of the four, and he’s a party dude! So please, hang out with him! As his friend, come down to the lair whenever you can to visit!

Play video games with him, go searching for new comics, discover new parts of the sewer, anything!

I think he needs stimulation a lot of the times, and a great way to do this is to embark on different adventures with him. Shit, steal the shellraiser and go on a drive through the city (don’t let him drive, he can be a passenger princess.)

He will always be doing something, and he’s always random- always expect the unexpected with him.

You have to be patient with Mikey though, he might have your brain going 1272626 miles per hour when he’s excited about something, but let him! He’s excited about what he’s talking about, don’t shoot him down.

Have Mikey train you on occasion. It’ll make him feel that he’s doing right by helping a friend! It’ll also make him feel good about his skills, and that he can even teach someone!

This goes for any version of Mikey- help him find new hobbies! He already skateboards, dances, cooks- try some art! Bring over some paint and canvases and go at it together. He will appreciate that you’re taking the time as his friend to get his hands on some things he’s never tried before.

Also, his cooking! 2012 Mikey especially, get him a cookbook, PLEASE! If you’re going to the Lair, bring over some new ingredients for him to use, or better yet: invite him over to chill and watch a movie! You guys can fuck around and make something yummy! Try and get him to have something not related to pizza, expand his palette. He probably will be picky, but whatevs! He’ll find something he enjoys.

Masterlist

#donatello #leonardo #raphael #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse tmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt imagines #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2018 #michelangelo #tmnt imagine #tmnt x reader

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I’ve always been so sure of Elucien, they just make sense in my head, but this new interview got in my head. Do u think it is probable that after changing the Nesta+Lucien idea, Sarah changed the Elain+Lucien too?

Cause I feel like in ACOWAR she definitely intended to put them together, there WAS a buildup and tension between them, but after that book? Nothing. And now she says:

It’s like holding two dolls and being like, now kiss! And they won’t. … And then sometimes a different character will walk in and they will just… It feels like magic in a way where, as much as I tried to plot out things years in advance, I let my characters guide a story”

And

That’s something I find to be very interesting,” she replies. “What if the forces that be put you with the wrong person? Or what if you just decide, eh, I’m not interested. … There’s a lot to explore within the concept of mates and your agency about it.

And I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little bit sad and worried cause I don’t feel I can get on board with the Elriel romance if she goes in that direction :(

I don't think she changed the idea of Elain and Lucien because all SJM has done since she's mated them is build up their compatibility to an undeniable degree, kept Lucien loyal and respectful to Elain, and continue hammering home the idea that as much as Elain is trying to fit in with the Night Court, she doesn't quite fit in like her sisters.

I also don't think SJM has a habit of changing a characters love interest that often.

Yes, she thought Dorian and Aelin would originally end up together.

She thought Nesta and Lucien would originally end up together.

But I've never heard her say, "I thought she'd be with him until I realized she'd be with that other guy until I realized, no, it's actually Bachelor #3!!!"

So far as I can tell, it's usually her having a fuzzy idea about one pairing only to have them fall apart for their endgame and that's the one that sticks.

She felt confident enough in Elain and Lucien that she spoke of them vacationing together and it was only after she was signed on for the spin-offs that she suddenly went quiet about their mating bond. It doesn't mean she changed her mind, only that she knew she was now going to need to create a story where they remained at odds until it was time for their book and a way to keep the readers guessing.

"It's like holding two dolls and being like, now kiss! And they won't".

That actually makes me cackle because all I can see her the almost kiss with Elain and Az.

Elain and Lucien have not come within touching distance for a while and I think that's because SJM knows their dolls aren't leaving with their clothes on once they do.

And yes, SJM is valid in talking about mating bonds and agency because we've all seen it and I'm sure she's aware, there are a lot of critics of the trope who feel that it does take away agency.

I have read books where the second the FJM meets her mate, she's done for, there's no turning back and he's the one for her.

I think SJM likes to flip that on it's head a bit and has the character say, "but is this what I want?"

All she's doing is proving that even with mating bonds there is agency but the only way she can demonstrate that is to have the characters experiment outside their bonds to be sure.

And while those are the questions she asks herself, she even tells us that she may not explore a rejected bond. When bonds equal the pinnacle of happiness for her characters, why would she take away from them so they end up with something less than?

Then only way a rejected bond seems like it would be for the best is if a character ended up with a bond with the opposite sex she the preferred their own.

#pro elucien #elucien #anti e/riel

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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year

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Dick Awards

Rowan Week day 7: Aelin admiring Rowan

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned

Warnings: language, NSFW (very), accidental use of hallucinogens, 64 mentions of the male genitalia and a lot of male sexual objectification

Word count: 6,8k

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Thousands of likes. Rowan had joined this out of pity, and this fucking tweet had thousands of likes already.

RULES

- No minors allowed

- DM this account your dick pic

- To avoid scams, the picture must contain #DickAwards on handwriting. Can be in any way from body paint to holding a post-it note, but digital writing won’t be allowed.

“Did you submit your dick?” Aelin said from behind his ear.

Startled, Rowan jumped on his seat and choked on his breakfast. Trying to recompose himself, he asked, “What the fuck, Ace?”

She smirked. “I’m sorry, is Rowan Junior too sensitive for this topic?”

“We’re not talking about this.”

“About the Dick Awards, Rowan Junior, or Rowan Junior in Dick Awards?”

Rowan opened his mouth and closed again, shocked by her bluntness. “Neither!”

Damn Fenrys and his stupid Twitter contest. Rowan sent a picture of his cock just to protect his friend’s feelings in case the event flopped, but it quickly became the talk of the campus. Thankfully, Aelin had no idea Fenrys was the one behind Dick Awards, neither would she know who owned each dick. One small blessing, at least.

She sat on the table and started eating the breakfast he made her, but her face was still filled with mirth. “I think you’re in the contest.”

Rowan’s pulsed immediately picked up. “How would you know that?”

Aelin leaned back and crossed her arms, a triumphant smile on her face. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, but it’s easier for you to avoid the subject than to lie to me.”

His cheeks were probably red by now, but he didn’t balk. Rowan might not know how to lie to his roommate, but he was damn good at being stubborn. “We’re not talking about this, and I have ways to make sure of it.”

Still chewing, she raised an eyebrow in question.

It was his time to lean back in triumph now. “I did buy a lot of leafy vegetables that could go into your lunchbox—“

“You wouldn’t dare!” Aelin slapped both of her hands on the table, gaping, and Rowan did his best not to smile.

Turns his effort was fruitless. He smiled, hoping he didn’t look too silly, because Rowan could never hide how he felt about Aelin, his only luck lying on the fact that she never picked up on that. Her being a picky eater was just one of the many things he’d judge if it was any other person. But since it was Aelin, he even found that habit endearing.

Aelin looked at the watch they kept in the kitchen and sighed.

“Can you make those sandwiches with the cheese spread we ate last night?”

Rowan nodded, and she got up to hug him from behind while he was still sitting. “Thanks.”

It was almost time for her to go collect some herbs Dr. Valg requested for their research. It was common sense that Maeve was a shit professor, but her work at the Doranelle’s Center for Psychedelic Medicine was groundbreaking enough for everyone to put up with her.

Rowan sunk in his seat just by the thought of having to see Maeve on the weekend. He wouldn’t usually mind the extra work, but their professor didn’t help, neither did his almost empty bank account. They were broke like every student, but he and Aelin had a better situation than most from their program because his Uncle Ellys let them live in his old apartment practically for free.

His friends always teased him for not charging Aelin to live there, but Rowan didn’t mind it. And it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to give her every reason possible to stay right there with him.

The students had a break room with a small fridge for themselves near the lab, and it was packed with Rowan’s own lunchboxes. The extra snacks were for when he and Aelin needed to stay longer than usual, which was pretty common, but he was well aware that Fenrys often stole their food. Not that his friend tried to keep it a secret, but Rowan refused to assume he was also cooking for Fenrys, of all people.

The sandwich Aelin requested wasn’t in the fridge because she wouldn’t like if it was cold. It was the first one Fenrys went for when he arrived.

Rowan slapped his hand. “That’s Aelin’s.”

Fenrys sat on the couch near him and sighed. “I want you to be in love with me so bad.” Rowan frowned, not that it’d stop Fenrys. “I mean, I’d get free rent, a free cook—“

“That’s enough—“

“You even have a great dick, not that she’s using that for anything—“

“That’s. Enough,” Rowan said through gritted teeth this time, his voice a lot more stern.

Fenrys’s eyes went wide. “Dude! You have a great shaft. Why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of the quickest way to change the subject in a way that wouldn’t encourage Fenrys to annoy him further.

His friend snickered and continued, “It’s about Aelin, then. Now you should be embarrassed. She’s been into you forever, man.”

Rowan sat on the couch too and sighed, knowing his friend would never let him be. About anything. “How could you even know that?”

“Because I know chicks. I know how they work.”

“No, you know how their vaginas work.”

“That too!” He winked. “I have many talents, Buzzard.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Fenrys smirked, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue, when Rowan beat him to it.

“How’s Dick Awards?”

Just like that, Fenrys’ thoughts switched paths.

“It’s great, man! I was doing just one thing, like the Miss Doranelle of dicks, but now there’s so many people I need to divide them into categories.”

Rowan snorted. “Like the Oscars of dicks?”

“Exactly!” And then he snatched his phone to show the preparations for the contest. Rowan had to give it to him, that level of organization was very unusual for Fenrys, his friend was fully dedicated to Dick Awards.

“Us dudes need to hype each other’s dicks up, man. Like that sisterhood thing, but for bros.”

Rowan snorted. Fenrys probably gathered that from one of the times Aelin lectured him about feminism. At least he was listening.

“I don’t need my dick being hyped up by another guy.”

“You shouldn’t open Twitter tomorrow, then,” Fen said with a troublesome smirk.

He paled. He wasn’t expecting all that repercussion from the event. To have the whole campus commenting on his cock, even if they didn’t know it was his. Definitely not on his bucket list. But Rowan had already sent his pic and consented to this, so he wouldn’t balk. He knew Fenrys would understand if he backed away, but it wasn’t like Rowan to back out after everything was said and done.

He was lost in his thoughts while Fen showed him his preparations. Large Dicks, Dicks on Steroids, In the Shower, Dicks With a Costume. Fenrys showed him every category imaginable, which made him wonder which one Rowan was in. His picture was pretty standard if compared to some dudes who did costumes, body art or special lightning.

“Which category is that?” Rowan asked when he saw a few cocks that looked... interesting.

“Cute dicks.”

Rowan’s eyebrows went wide “Is that your idea of hyping guys up?”

“Don’t worry, man. I have great plans for your dick.”

“Why do you have plans for Rowan’s dick?”

The two of them jumped on their seats, startled by Aelin’s sudden appearance.

Rowan’s heartbeat was racing. Where the fuck did she come from?

None of them knew what to say, and Aelin soon gathered that this conversation wasn’t meant for her to hear. Weary, she came closer, her eyes trained on them, until she snatched her sandwich and left the room.

This whole situation was far too awkward for any of them to utter a word.

Fenrys snorted a beat after Aelin closed the door. “I’d pay good money to be in her head right now.”

Cursing, Rowan got up and went after her. He had no idea how to explain whatever she was thinking, or even if he had an explanation for that. But he was almost sure she got upset, so Rowan needed to do something about it. That was how he worked.

Aelin was sitting on the large table on the lab, unwrapping her sandwich. He approached her, still not knowing what to say, and cleared his throat.

“Fireheart, I’m—“

“You don’t need to explain, really,” she answered with a smile, but something about it was off.

Rowan carefully weighted his options. Biting the inside of his cheek, he was damn sure he didn’t want her to learn about his participation in Dick Awards. But on the other hand, he hated to see her upset, and he now had a feeling he knew why she was like this. They never kept secrets from each other. Except for that one thing, that is.

He sighed, his mind made up and knowing he was doomed either way. “You can ask.”

Aelin bit his lip and looked down for a little before asking, “Are you and Fenrys...?”

“What?” He asked wide-eyed and slowly shook his head, confused. “You know I’m not into guys.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to... discover yourself after Fenrys.”

Aelin gently bit her sandwich, and Rowan could cry at how adorable she looked with those furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks.

“We’re not together. It’s not a...” He took a deep breath, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red too. “It’s a brohood thing” Rowan almost choked the last words out, recalling Fenrys’ sisterhood justification for Dick Awards.

Aelin choked on her own laughter and began to cough as an attempt to hide it. “He has great plans for your dick because you’re best bros?”

He slowly nodded, completely defeated. “That’s right.”

“Okay...” She took a deep breath to recompose herself. “I’m not sure I want to ask further.”

His cheeks flushed with the realization of what he just implied. What did she think Fenrys was going to do with Rowan’s cock? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He wouldn’t be keeping his dignity either way, so it was best to give up now that Aelin seemed pleased his answer.

Rowan could question why she was suddenly so interested in his sexual activities, but hoping once more would be too much for today. He sighed, tired of his own feelings, and quickly went back to the break room to grab something to eat.

Rowan always kept many lunchboxes ready for when they needed to stay late in the lab, so he just picked the first one he saw on the fridge and went back to eat it while he read some articles that’d help with his research.

The taste was a bit off and he wondered if it had gone bad, but Rowan was too upset to care about that.

He was reading and making a few notes when he noted one of the authors had a funny writing. Something about his choice of words had him quietly giggling.

“Ro, are you okay?” Aelin asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He smiled to soothe her worries. “Easy-breezy.”

She snorted and went back to work, and so did he.

Until he noticed a few of the pages were green. He didn’t see it when he first got the magazines, but he kinda liked this change. Green was a nice page color. Rowan looked at Aelin, and his Fireheart looked smokin’ hot with her hair all... hairy and her funny nose scrunched up in concentration. God, he loved the shit out of her.

Trying to get her attention, he threw a pencil at her. His aim wasn’t the best, but it was enough for her to notice him.

“What the fuck, Ro?”

“Did you like the green pages?”

She tilted her head. “What green pages?”

He smiled and turned the magazine so she could see. “The new green pages!”

Aelin’s eyes were so wide they looked funny. “They’re white.”

Rowan giggled. It was so her to prank him like this.

She slowly got up and walked towards him. Aelin looked around his desk and carefully studied his face. She was mostly tugging at his eyelids and moving his face around, but Rowan didn’t mind it. Her fingertips on his face were worth the not so gentle inspection.

“Did...” She looked around and whispered, “Did Fenrys give you a pot cookie?”

Rowan shook his head. “Don’t need, thanks. Just had a salad.”

She had both hands on her hips when Fenrys came in.

“Hey, Ace. I can’t find the herbs we collected today.”

Aelin sighed. “I put them in the...” and she frowned. And looked at Rowan’s empty lunchbox. Then looked at Fenrys again. Now she was gaping, and her eyes were wide as saucers. “Fucking Mala.”

Fenrys tilted his head.

“I think...” she swallowed. “I think Rowan ate them.”

His friend gaped, and then started cackling so much it made Rowan giggle too. He liked Fenrys. Fenrys was fun. Not as fun as Aelin, but the boyo was cool.

“Are you telling me Rowan ate all of the hallucinogenic herbs for the research?”

She slowly nodded, but her shoulders were shaking, and then she started laughing too. They had a good moment of just laughing together, but then they heard high heels against the floor that made his friends freeze.

“What’s going on?” Dr. Valg barged into the room and asked between gritted teeth.

Fenrys began to give her a report about his tasks, and Aelin supplied with intakes here and there. Rowan just stayed sat, minding his own business. One would think he was reading his articles, but he was actually admiring the table. Now it was green too. It looked pretty, he thought.

“Okay, bring me the herbs.”

Fenrys swallowed. “They’re not available.”

Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just gave me a detailed report about bringing them.”

“Um.” Aelin cleared her throat and pointed at Rowan. “He ate them. Accidentally.”

“Are you telling me that Whitethorn.” Maeve took a deep breath and fisted her hands. “Whitethorn got high on my herbs, and you let him stay close to the very expensive equipment?”

He was watching it with an amused smile, but his friends were looking down and exchanging worried glances. He wondered why. Seeing Maeve upset was so fun. Without saying a thing, just the sight of her face gave him a good giggle.

Maeve’s face snapped back at him and she strode his way.

“Whitethorn! What the hell were you thinking?”

He tilted his head, confused.

She snapped her fingers. “Aren’t you Whitethorn?”

“Me?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What’s your name again? I can never remember it.”

He frowned. That was a good question. He didn’t remember his name.

“I don’t know my name.”

Both Aelin and Fenrys hovered closer, their eyebrows pinched.

“What do you mean you don’t know your name?” Maeve asked through clenched teeth.

Aelin quaked, “Rowan, tell her your name!”

“But I don’t know my name!”

“Your name!” Maeve screamed.

He seethed, his eyes bulging. “I. Don’t. Know!”

Fenrys began to gesticulate a lot, a telltale sign of his worried state. “YOUR NAME’S ROWAN!”

“WHO’S ROWAN?”

“YOU’RE ROWAN!”

“IS THAT A RIDDLE?”

“OKAY, ENOUGH!” Aelin interrupted his and Fenrys’ shouting match by shouting stronger.

Confused by the commotion, Rowan screamed, “WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?”

“Because you can’t remember your fucking name!” Maeve said in an impatient tone, the veins on her forehead bulging.

“Oh.” He blinked. “It’s Rowan.”

They let out a collective sigh, and Aelin was the one who broke the silence.

“How are you feeling?”

“Green.”

Maeve rolled her eyes, but it was true. Everything was green.

“Can anyone here who knows where Whitethorn lives take him home?”

“I can take him, we live together,” Aelin said while approaching Rowan’s desk to collect his things.

“Oh.” Maeve raised her eyebrows. “That’s not surprising.”

She winced. “Not like that! I mean—“

Maeve waved a dismissive hand. “I don’t care, just take him.”

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There was a reason why Rowan was usually the one to drive.

Aelin liked to drive fast. Always cutting her way between the other cars and announcing too late that she was going to make a turn. But now that he thought about it, it was kinda cool. Rowan felt like he was in an action movie of sorts. It didn’t help with the dizziness he was feeling, but that part wasn’t Aelin’s fault.

There was something he needed to talk about with her, but Rowan couldn’t quite grasp what it was. He was trying to remember everything that happened today, until it clicked.

“I’m not letting Fenrys go anywhere near my dick, you know.” He leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. “I wish I could tell you, but we decided to keep it a secret.”

“Oh.” She swallowed. “That’s fine, you really don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Aelin said in a defeated tone.

“We’re not having an affair!” He knew he’d decided not to tell her, but fuck that. Aelin was his best friend. She could know anything she wanted to. “Fenrys is the mind behind Dick Awards. I’m in the contest. That’s what we were talking about.”

Aelin’s eyes went wide, her arms rigid as she gripped the steering wheel. “You’re joking.”

Rowan giggled. “I wish I was.”

Her mouth opened and she seemed to freeze, until a harsh burst of air left her mouth, and Aelin laughed so much she was fighting to properly drive while her body tried to double over. Intoxicated by her howls, Rowan was laughing along.

The car stopped moving, and Aelin took a deep breath to recompose herself. She unfastened Rowan’s seatbelt, probably because he was a little confused by it earlier, and asked, “Are you ready to be forced into a nap, Buzzard?”

He grunted and let himself be led inside the building.

Rowan mentioned to cook something for them, but Aelin shoved a cereal bar into his hands before he could do anything. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let him cook. He was perfectly fine, apart from a few remaining green spots in his vision. But if that was what she wanted, he could oblige for one afternoon.

She took him to his bedroom and gave him a change of clothes from his drawers, turning around and closing the curtains while he changed.

Rowan was already laid down when she sat by his side to say something, but he beat her to it.

“Did I ever tell you your eyes are prettier than the Blue Ribbon Eel?”

She smiled. “That’s your favorite eel.”

“But I still prefer your eyes.” And then this admission made his eyes widen. He didn’t want Aelin to think his feelings depended on her eyes. “I mean, not that you really need them. I’d still like you if you had no eyes.”

Chuckling, Aelin said, “Thanks! it’s good to know I’ll have someone to walk me around if I lose them.”

“I’ll happily walk you around anywhere. It’s my job.”

Aelin’s laughter abruptly ceased. “What do you mean?”

He had a blissful smile. “I knew we were soulmates even in grad school.” Looking deep inside her eyes, Rowan continued, “When you told me your favorite species of eel is the one I have tattooed.”

That earned him a smile, but something about it was off. “You’re high.”

He frowned. “But I still love the Blue Ribbon Eel—and you.”

Rowan noticed her eyes started watering, but she blinked it back. He frowned. That was not the response he was waiting for.

“Did I make you upset?”

Aelin kissed his cheek and tucked him in his covers. “I’m gonna let you sleep now.”

Before Rowan opened his eyes, he already knew his head was pounding. Besides, the loud voices outside weren’t helping.

He risked taking a look at his phone, grimacing because of the light, but he saw it was already Sunday morning. Which meant he had slept for Mala knows how long.

His phone was filled with notifications, but the only thing he opened was the texts from Aelin.

>> hey buzzard

>> lys is coming over so we can vote on some dicks together

>> there’s water, meds and some crackers on your desk xx

Rowan slowly, very slowly came to a sitting position and saw everything was near his laptop, on top of some books. He ate and immediately went back to bed, staying until the painkillers kicked in.

Rowan managed to take a bath without being noticed and stayed in his bedroom, rereading the same paragraph over and over again. The loud voices were still bothering him, but he didn’t have a headache anymore. Rowan just couldn’t get past the fact that his best friend was ten steps away, commenting on other men’s dicks with her friend.

Putting the book down, Rowan could hear the muffled sounds of a heated argument, so his curiosity got the best of him, and he went to see what was going on.

“Are you kidding me? Look at 350’s proportions! Length, girth, ball size, everything!” He could feel Aelin’s agitation just by the sound of her voice.

“I’m not a fan of the veins, though,” Lys argued back.

“How dare you.”

“I prefer dick 72.”

“Ew!” Aelin yelled, too wrapped up in the argument to notice his arrival.

Lysandra leaned back on the couch and smirked. “Come on, Ace. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t pounce on that.”

“That’s the fucking point!” Aelin opened her arms and got up from the couch. “This is Dick of the Year, being pounceable is already required. So, would I pounce on dick 72? Sure. But this?” She pointed at the TV. “I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.”

And when Rowan looked at the direction Aelin was pointing, he saw his own dick displayed on the TV.

Every muscle he had felt tight, his chest included, and that was exactly when Aelin noticed his presence. She gaped at the same time Lys started cackling, completely different reactions to his discover of Aelin’s enthusiasm.

Aelin’s cheeks turned crimson, but she didn’t balk. She showed him both pictures on the TV and said, “We need your input.”

Rowan’s mouth opened and closed again, before he walked away, shouting on his way, “I’m not commenting on other guys’ dicks!”

He closed the door a little more harshly than intended and got the hell out of his apartment.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Rowan walked around the block, completely lost in his own thoughts. All of them running around the same sentence.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He knew she didn’t mean it. He knew this contest didn’t mean anything, that this was an overstate. Still, hearing this from the girl he had been lusting after for years. Rowan had no idea how to feel.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

He went window shopping around the neighborhood, bought some tea, sat on the park. Still, her words couldn’t leave his head.

Worse, they could’t leave the incessant rise of Rowan’s length against his pants. Each time he forced to think of something else, this situation only got worse.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to go home. Rowan didn’t even know the time because he forgot his phone, but this situation was unbearable. Completely, utterly unbearable.

The first thing Rowan noticed when he arrived home was that the girls weren’t in the living room anymore. Neither could he hear anything. A quick look at his phone told him they went to a bakery nearby, and Rowan’s posture immediately slumped.

He knew what he was about to do, and he didn’t like it. Actually, he liked it very much, which only made his guilt worse.

Rowan always felt bad after touching himself with Aelin in his mind, but whenever he did it, she found a way to sneak into his every fantasy. And the worst of all, every time she did, things were never soft.

He ran a shaky hand through his head. Aelin deserved so much better than living with a guy who fantasized unspeakable things about her while she was reading a book in the next room. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time he actually felt lighter after an orgasm, but his underwear was unbearably tight, and he still couldn’t get over what she said earlier today.

I would sell my soul to pounce on that dick, her words from before ringing inside his head like an annoying ad jingle.

Rowan unfastened his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, his head tipped back. If only he could tell her—

He couldn’t.

Feeling the precum glistening already, Rowan slowly stroked himself, from the tip to the hilt, squeezing his fingers around his base. He took a shaky breath, closed his eyes and let himself imagine.

Aelin was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt, because that was something she did. Rowan approached her from behind, kissing her neck, because that was something he did. He let a possessive hand slowly wander around her legs, because it was only fair after teasing him so much with them. When it got dangerously close to the spot she loved, Aelin turned around and sent him a sultry smile.

Rowan began to twist his hand while he pumped himself, but he was still going slow. He wanted to drag this one out.

After carrying Aelin to his bed, he dropped her there and didn’t spare a second before laying on top of her and kissing her whole. Rowan trailed luscious, passionate kisses, starting on her lips until he closed his mouth around her nipple. Eager, Aelin wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against him.

“Cocktease.”

She did it again and moaned. “You love it.”

And damn him, he did. Impatient, Rowan started to give wet kisses on the valley between her breasts. Aelin immediately picked up his intentions and tugged on the roots of his hair.

“Are you getting me ready for you, love?”

He went back to her lips for a moment, but Aelin soon guided him back to her breasts. He was lucky his girlfriend was just as insatiable.

Impatient, Aelin got up and kneeled beside the bed, looking up at him from below her lashes and thrusting out her breasts as an invitation.

With increasingly quicker pumps now, Rowan squeezed his eyes shut. He thrusted into his own hand and finally stroked himself on the speed he wanted.

Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, in front of her. Aelin immediately grabbed his cock and licked it, brushing her lips against it every now and then. He thrusted into her hand, and she started to rub his cock against her breasts, finding a different way to tease him.

She didn’t stop when Rowan grabbed a fistful of her hair, moaning as he tugged it a little too harshly.

“Baby...” he warned.

Smirking, she placed his length on her cleavage. Closing her breasts around his cock, Aelin made some up and down movements, but mostly just let him fuck them.

He closed his eyes and groaned. Sliding his cock between Aelin’s soft breasts never failed to make him dissolve into pleasure. His body was on fire, muscles so tight they could snap. Their rhythm picked up, and Aelin tilted her head down so she could suck the tip of his cock as well.

She couldn’t speak, but Aelin’s moans sounded delicious when he could feel them around his cock. Almost delirious, Rowan held her head and called out her pet name like a prayer.

Fireheart

“Rowan, did you call—“

Rowan froze mid-pump, not believing what his eyes were seeing.

Not believing Aelin had just caught him with a hand on his own dick. Moaning her name, as it seemed.

His heartbeat was so strong Rowan could feel it in his throat. Two sets of bulged eyes stared at each other, not knowing what to say.

When his mind mildly processed the situation he was in, Rowan quickly threw a blanket over his lap.

“Aelin, I’m—“

“Oh, God!” She covered her eyes a bit too late. “I’m so, so sorry—“

“You don’t—“

Before he could apologize, Aelin banged the door closed and left.

Rowan felt flat on his bed, grimacing and running a hand through his face. He wanted to die. He wanted to erase this weekend from his life. He wanted to shift into a Hawk and fly the hell away from here. God, he had no idea how he’d face Aelin—

His door opened again and Aelin eyed his covered self, cheeks flushed.

“What were you thinking?”

Rowan sat and his pulse skyrocketed once again. Too paralyzed by the situation to utter a single word, the only thing he could bring himself to do was to avoid her gaze.

Aelin softly closed the door behind her. “I mean, what were you thinking about?” She asked while slowly walking his way until they were dangerously close.

“You.” He wanted to thread carefully there, but his hoarse voice might’ve betrayed him.

She hummed. “Did I get to kiss you?” Aelin asked with a tilted head, her voice in a tone Rowan hadn’t heard yet, but was starting to like very much.

“So much.” Rowan’s gaze finally met hers, his breathing fast for many different reasons.

Her hand was on its way to his shoulder when she retreated and bit her lip. “Can I?”

Rowan sneaked a shaky hand behind her neck to pull her closer, but their lips ended up meeting halfway.

Aelin’s lips were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

It started hesitant, both of them not sure of themselves right away. But when Aelin softly sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, Rowan tugged on her waist and she opened her mouth further, letting him in. Their tongues went on a long and slow pace at first, but it didn’t take long for their kiss to become crushing.

When Rowan felt her completely melt into his touch, he pulled her towards the bed. Mostly because their position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he was also ready for more if that’s what she wanted. But even if they just kissed until bedtime, it’d still be one of the best nights of his life.

Like an answer to his thoughts, Aelin took off her clothes, staying in just her lingerie.

Her red, lacy lingerie.

Rowan almost jumped on top of her, kissing her neck and collarbones while grabbing her curves in a bruising manner. He had completely lost control over himself, but Aelin didn’t seem to mind, moaning when he pinched her nipple through the flimsy fabric.

“Ro?”

He hummed, paying only half attention because he’d just found out he liked playing with her body a little too much.

“I want you to do to me what you were thinking about earlier.”

Resting their foreheads together, he gave himself a second to think. They were just breathing each other’s air, but it was still distracting enough for him. Rowan sighed. He had one chance to make her see… him. He’d not ruin it with his kinky shit.

“I’d rather do something you like, if that’s okay.”

Aelin’s smirk built slowly, until she was grinning like Hellas himself. “It was dirty, wasn’t it?”

Once again, his inability to lie to Aelin was biting him in the ass. If it was possible for him to get any more flushed, he definitely did. Staying silent was the most he could do to protect his dignity, but that was answer enough for Aelin.

However, instead of mocking him like she usually did, she tugged his face back to hers and gave him a languorous, wet kiss.

“You won’t tell me, but I can still guess.” She had a sultry grin on. “We weren’t in missionary, were we?” Aelin said right before flipping them around, straddling him.

The element of surprise was enough for her to throw his larger body into the bed. Her hair was cascading down her sides as she looked at Rowan with a predatory gaze. Said gaze went down, until—

“Dear Mala.” Her eyes widened. “You’re the Dick of the Year.”

Her mouth opened and closed, her cheeks becoming a richer shade of red. Aelin Galathynius looking flustered. Now, that was a rare sight.

“And you heard me.” Her eyes snapped back to his face. “You heard everything.”

“Hey.” Rowan sat too, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “At least you didn’t need to sell your soul for it.”

She did something between gaping and laughing at him and playfully swatted his chest. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Rowan chuckled and cupped her cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. “You caught me jerking off, I caught you praising my cock. It’s pretty balanced for me.”

Laughing brightly, Aelin’s shoulders were shaking, and she rested her forehead on his. He kissed the crown of her head and then she turned her mouth to him, the kiss soft this time. Until it wasn’t anymore.

“Where were we?” Rowan asked when she began giving attention to his neck.

“You were telling me all your fetishes about me.”

He groaned, regretting his last sentence as Aelin breathlessly chuckled. She placed both hands on his shoulders to go to a sitting position while keeping him down. Her golden hair cascaded on her sides as the hands on his shoulders slid down his body.

Unclasping her bra, Aelin purred, “Was I putting on a show for you?”

Rowan gulped, enthralled. “You could say so.”

She slowly slid her bra down, teasing him. When she finally took off that flimsy lace, Rowan’s skin was prickling with the urge to touch her. Taste her further. Aelin was doing unspeakable things to him and she was well aware of it, if her cocky smile was any indication.

When he tried to touch her, she slapped his hands away.

“Baby...”

She bit her lip. “I’ll be nice, then.”

Aelin took his hand and guided it through her body. Their intertwined hands sensually slid through her hips, waist, the curve of her breast, until she took his thumb inside her mouth and sucked it.

He closed his eyes, trying not to lose composure. “You’re killing me.”

She sucked his thumb one last time before taking it off her mouth. “I know.” Aelin gave his wet finger a pointed look before asking, “Do you know where this goes?”

Rowan trailed down the same path with his hand, until he pressed his wet thumb against her clit without ceremony. “In here?”

Whimpering, Aelin arched her back and swayed her hips to chase the friction. Then she took his wet thumb away from her core and placed it on her nipple. “Not yet.”

“You like to make me wait, don’t you?” Rowan was so impatient he could cry, but at the same time letting her take the lead was a lot more arousing than he thought it would be.

“You made me wait for years, Ro.” She mentioned to take her panties away, but Rowan ripped them in two before she could barely move. Aelin moaned, and that was the first time he realized she might be as eager as him to get this over with. Still, she continued, “It’s only fair.”

Rowan focused back on his assigned spot on her breast. He wouldn’t let her get away with the teasing that easily, though. His caresses started being more rough, until he pinched her nipple with two fingers, making her cry out.

In response, Aelin nestled his cock between her folds, grinding herself against it. Rowan was searing, and he was afraid he’d combust if she kept playing with him like this. He got the closest to a sitting position he could, one hand holding himself upright and the other cradling the back of Aelin’s neck.

“Baby.” He tried to kiss her, but it got sloppy since both of their hips were still moving. “Please.”

She moaned into his mouth and then nodded, leaning away a little so she could align the two of them. Aelin took her time to slide herself down, getting adjusted on her way. Both of them moaned the whole time, and when Aelin sunk into the hilt of his cock, Rowan got so light-headed he thought he might faint.

When she started moving, he soon became overwhelmed with pleasure in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. Rowan had one hand holding himself upright and the other gripping Aelin’s waist. She had her back arched, boobs bouncing as she chased her high. Both of their hips were in a frenzied rhythm, but the sight of her alone was enough to put his nerves on fire.

Aelin’s insides began to squeeze his cock, so he leaned on both arms now to thrust into her with more force. She screamed, her legs beginning to tremble, but she kept the pace, and so did he.

Rowan could feel himself ready to snap when Aelin screamed his name one last time. She went still except for the walls clenching around him, and her loud moans became soft whimpers. Rowan’s gut tightened straight after, and his hips jerked until he spilled himself into her.

They laid side to side on the bed, catching their breaths and not uttering a single word.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He was terrified, his heartbeat picking up once again. Still, he scooted closer. And closer. Until he could wrap an arm around her. She didn’t do anything, and that’s when his desire to become a hawk and fly away came back. Rowan gave her a sideways glance, and she was already looking at him. At first he was startled by her extra flushed skin, but then he remembered it was because they just had sex. Which made him panic even more.

But when he was scrambling his mind for something to say, she sneaked a hand around his torso and sighed, resting her face on his shoulders. Rowan’s whole body relaxed, and he didn’t hide his silly grin.

There were many things going on his head right now, but all of them ran around the fact that he was cuddling in bed with Aelin. Sweaty and naked. Rowan kissed her head and she softly hummed in response.

“That was...”

He gently squeezed her. “I know.”

“I’m so spent.”

“Me too.”

She looked up at him, biting back a smile. “Round two in a few?”

Rowan chuckled. “You’re always reading my mind.”

Smiling, she nuzzled her face against his neck. Rowan embraced her a little more tighter. God, he’d never leave this moment if he could.

“Did you know there are people spreading wanted signs of your cock?”

Just like that, Rowan’s post-sex bliss came to halt. “You’re lying.”

Instead of replying, Aelin quickly grabbed her phone and showed him the picture.

WANTED: DICK 350

Right before the dick picture he took himself.

More than a hundred retweets.

Rowan was going to kill himself. Or shift into a hawk and fly away, whichever was easier.

However, Aelin’s giggles brought him back to reality. “You’re blushing.”

Rowan groaned, and then took a deep breath, turning his whole body towards her.

“How do you feel about that?”

Aelin shrugged. “I can’t control the internet.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, scrambling his mind for a way to make her understand he wasn’t only asking about the pic—

“Oh.” Aelin’s eyebrows raised as something clicked for her, and she bit his lips while running a possessive hand around his abs. “But, you know, I can be very selfish.”

Rowan’s smile was blinding when the only thing he managed to say was, “Yeah?”

She nodded, beaming too, when their mouths were an inch away.

“Good.” He flipped them, staying on top this time. Both of Rowan’s hands ran through her inner thighs, opening them for him, and he didn’t care if his touch was possessive enough to bruise. He could think of many ways to apologize later.

Aelin was writhing for her hips to get closer to him, Rowan’s breaths fanning against her core, when he rasped, “I don’t like to share either.”

A/N: Just to be clear, I didn’t create Dick Awards. It’s actually a national Twitter treasure, and I’ve been voting for it since high school.

2nd A/N: If you were on the LDRV Facebook group around 2015 and recognized my hints of the tá tudo verde viral post, we’re instant friends.

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