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misssilversunny · 5 months

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Incel shiggy kidnaps idol reader

Or rents lookalike idol reader (and he does what he wants with her bc this is the closest hell ever get) (then gives a fat check accompanying his fat load)

God, so many thoughts… head in hands rn/pos

Couldn’t decide on which one I like more, so here’s both kinda. Part two to this. Also, I’m assuming that by lookalike, you mean a sex worker who cosplays as the reader? I hope this is to your liking!

MDNI

CW/TW: Implied Kidnapping, Shigaraki is an incel so his opinions of sex workers are Not Great, I’m very new to writing smut

Shiggy tries hiring lookalikes but they never compare to you. You’re pure, a saint- no, goddess among men. These whores simply use your likeness to make a quick buck off of filthy nobodies like him. But sometimes a toy isn’t enough.

He hires one he finds on a porn site. They’re a convincing lookalike, even going so far as to mimic your voice. Even though you don’t talk like that. She laughs at a subpar joke he made, her laugh high and shrill, closer to a shriek than your angelic voice.

He brings her home while everyone else is out or in their rooms. He’s already been flamed by Dabi for spending so much on chicks that look like you, just thinking about it pisses him off.

He drags her into the room by her arm, ignoring her whining about his grip. When they get to his room, he tosses her on the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock without looking at her.

She has on a pair of themed panties with little bows on them. She says her “best friend” got them for her. They’re themed after that damn boy idol group. Specifically, the boy who’s constantly touching you or making you laugh. That little shit has no fucking right being pressed up against your cunt, themed underwear or not.

Shigaraki turns her panties to dust, kneeling down until he’s face to face with her pussy. He shoves his face in, licking her slit and plunging his tongue into her hole. He wanted to practice before the real thing. He knew that one day you would be his, and he needed to be sure that he was your best. Plus, he found that he actually enjoyed eating pussy. He knew once you two were together, he’d be buried between your thighs 24/7.

He sped up his tongue as her moans got louder, circling her clit and tapping it before going back to her soaked hole. She sounded fake at first, but soon her voice became genuine as her orgasm approached.

Shigaraki flipped her onto her back before dropping back to his knees. He showed no mercy, sucking her clit into his mouth and licking it in tighter circles as his fingers plunged inside of her. With one final suck, her thighs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed into her.

He forces her legs apart as he lines himself up and fully sheathes himself in one harsh thrust. Her legs clamp around him as he sets an unforgiving pace. His dick has an extreme upward curve, and his position keeps hitting her g-spot without even trying.

She’s teary eyed at this point, begging him for more. He grabs her thighs and pushes them until her knees are by her ears, leaning down until their breaths were mixing.

He leans further and licks a stripe up her throat, biting just below her jaw. "Gonna breed this nasty cunt. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, lips pulled into a sneer.

“Yes, Ohmyfuckinggod please cum in me. I need it please oh my god oh fuck." Just another way she wasn’t you. You’d beg him to pull out. But it didn’t matter. He was too close to complain.

With a final cry into the musky air, her cunt clamps down on his cock. He groans, his hips stuttering as he presses himself flush with her hips, spurting out rope after warm, thick rope of cum into her pussy.

He stays inside for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching the globs roll out of her abused cunt. He doesn’t snap a picture, instead leaving $1,500 on the nightstand next to her before leaving to clean himself up.

He’s scrolling on his phone a little while later when he sees you’ve posted to your Twitter again. Your group is going to be returning to the city in three weeks and holding a concert the day of their return. You’re posting about how you can’t wait to be reunited with your beloved pet cat and sleep in your bed again.

Shiggy gets tickets to the concert and decides to follow the car the group came in to your house. After everyone has gotten to their homes, you are dropped off last at a fancy looking apartment. Shiggy watches you enter the building and watches the windows to see which light turns on.

You’re high up, but that doesn’t deter him.

He walks into the building, trying his best to not draw attention to himself as he climbs the stairs. He reaches your floor with great effort. He really should exercise more. He leans on the wall next to the elevator to catch his breath.

While he’s standing there, a guy in a Pizza Hut uniform walks out of the elevator, looking around.

“Hey, do you live here?” He asks, tilting his head. Shigaraki stiffens, trying to not look guilty.

“I’m trying to find room 816. Someone ordered a pizza, garlic bread, and soda. Big soda too, they must have a pretty severe sweet tooth.” He continues, trying to make small talk. Shiggy pushes himself from the wall, motioning for the man to follow. He leads him to a supply closet on the floor, pushing him inside when he hesitates. He snatches the boxes in his hand, placing it on a shelf.

“Wait, what the fuck?” The delivery man turns to Shigaraki, “Nice prank, ha-ha. Now where is Room 81-“

Shigaraki grabs the man’s neck, careful to avoid his clothes. The man’s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates before shooting to Shigaraki’ wrist, desperately trying to claw his hand off like a rat in a glue trap. With a pitiful gasp, he crumbled to dust, leaving just his clothes.

Shigaraki emerged from the closet a few minutes later and approached your door, knocking. You opened the door clad in only a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized top, flashing him a smile.

“Ah! My order! Thank you! Come in and place it on the table, I’ll get the money!”

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juuuulez · 3 months

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showing them your party dress, and they judge you (thinking it’s slutty or they get jealous) and won’t come to the deannas party with you. you get drunk and they help u 😝😝😝 (comfort angst)

info: Rick Grimes x Reader, NSFW, sorta drunk sex, Spencer is a creep, unsafe sex/pulling out, p in v.

summary: After pissing you off over a comment about your outfit, Rick tries to prove your worth another way.

omg idk when this escalated into smut but it did, but thanks for the request!!! thought i’d show rick some love because he’s soooo dilf and there isn’t enough rick appreciation on this page

You wrap your hair around the curling iron, clamping down the hot metal and holding it in place. Tonight, Deanna is having a party for the new residents, and you’d been practically buzzing with excitement all day. Not only was Alexandria a miracle to come across, but they treated life with some semblance of normality.

“That the dress you’re wearin’?” A voice behind you asks, your gaze fluttering up to watch Rick through the mirror. He’s standing behind you, eyes scanning the dress you’d put on.

It was black, form-fitting and short. Paired with some kitten heels, you looked good enough to eat. Except, you’d thought it would illicit a bit more… excitement from your boyfriend.

“Yeah,” You agree, “Rosita found it for me. Said I’d look good in it.”

As if to prove your point, you turn around, giving a little spin in an almost childish manner. Rick stands there, stone faced, not betraying a single emotion.

“You do,” He finally lets up, “But is this the impression we wanna give?”

A response doesn’t come right away, silence filling the space between you as the words stew in your mind. They sound strangely negative, causing your brows to furrow into a little frown.

“C’mon, baby. You know what I mean.” Rick tries again, having sensed that he’s said something wrong.

But you’ve already turned away, continuing to primp your hair in the mirror. “Are you coming tonight?” You ask, completely avoiding his previous misstep for the sake of not becoming upset before the party.

“No, not tonight,” Rick sighs, “Got some shit to sort out.”

This one doesn’t get a reply either, and Rick knows that you aren’t pleased. So far, your relationship has been anything but normal. Back at the prison, he’d kept you at an arms length, finding your alluring nature and sweet smile threatening to his morals. Yet, over time, he’d let you in, and you’d wormed your way into his life.

“You could stay home, too. Wait for me. We’ll watch a movie when I get home.” He ends up suggesting, trying to alleviate your souring mood.

It’s fruitless, for you’re still persisting. “No. I want to party, like every other person in this town.”

“In that dress?” He questions once more.

You turn again, shooting the older man a glare. “Yes. Now leave, I’m getting ready, and you’re distracting me.” You essentially demand, and as not to get bitten, Rick obeys.

Part of you is pissed that he folded so easily, even though it was your bad temper. Regardless, you swore to have fun tonight, Rick or no Rick.

So, you finished doing your hair, even going so far as to put a little makeup on. It felt good, all of it, mainly because it just felt normal. You ventured from your house, trailing down the street to where the commotion was, eager to have a fun night out and remove Rick’s comment from your mind.

Though you claimed to be over it, your actions were saying otherwise.

Alcohol wasn’t commonplace during the apocalypse, at least not for your group. It wasn’t a necessity, and would only worsen the burden of surviving, having to recover from hangovers or be momentarily inebriated.

But tonight? You’d drink as much as you wanted to. Wine had never really been your favourite, but now, it was like liquid gold.

Maybe you were still annoyed at Rick, and you certainly were annoyed at Spencer, who kept talking to you at every possible opportunity. He didn’t like Rick, so in favour, you didn’t like him.

Everything turned into a blur at one point, and you would vaguely remember sitting down on the couch, nursing a cup of water in hand. Who gave you water? It didn’t really matter, for once more, Spencer had sat next to you.

He offered you another glass of wine, and stupidly, you took it.

“Ever get bored of playing with your old man?” He asked, lips upturned into a wicked grin, like the joke was supposed to be amusing. It wasn’t.

There’s a sickly feeling in your stomach, though it doesn’t stem from the alcohol, but guilt. “I need some air.” You end up mumbling, uncoordinatedly stumbling from the couch.

Spencer follows a few steps behind you, his hand on your arm with the feinted intention of helping.

“Without you!” You clarify in a drunken yell, messily yanking both heels from your feet, leaving them in the hallway while you make a break for the door.

Fortunately, Spencer gets the message.

Not that it mattered, for there was another face you didn’t want to see, waiting right outside.

Rick looked so good in the little police uniform they’d given him, with his clean shaven face and trimmed hair. It was a completely different man from the one you’d known, but delicious nonetheless.

“I don’t need your help, asshole.” You snap whilst faltering down the steps, barefoot on the pavement. Right now, he didn’t deserve the satisfaction of helping you, or knowing how good he looked.

“Yes you do, c’mon.” Rick persists, and when he moves to take your arm, you don’t protest. Maybe you are a little far gone. He gently leads you along, one hand wrapped around your shoulder, the other carefully tugging the bottom of your dress down a little more.

It’s a short walk back home, to the little picket-fenced house you’ve been living in. The instance you’re inside, you collapse on the couch, melting into the fabric and willing to pass out right then and there.

Rick kneels down on the ground, leaning in and removing your jewellery. Necklace, earrings, bracelet. Once they’re all set aside, he sits on the couch, the movement causing you to rise with a little frown.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, large hands scooping under your thighs and manoeuvring your body into his lap.

When you only look down, he grips at your chin, forcing the eye contact. The frown deepens, though now out of defiance, still drunk and a little pissed off.

“We’ve spent so long bein’ dirty ‘n muddy ‘n gross..” You begin in a mumble, the words coming out as one long sigh. “I just wanted to feel sexy.”

“You are so sexy,” Rick urges, hand caressing your side. “Always.”

“Then you should’ve come to the party with me.” You retort, that sad look still on your face, and it takes everything in Rick not to kiss it off.

“I know, I know. I should’ve been there,” He agrees, “And I should’ve told you how damn good this dress looks on you.”

Your nose scrunches up in confusion, “I thought you didn’t like it.”

Rick finally releases his grip on your chin, skating both hands down the smooth curve of your sides, all nicely contained in that skimpy dress. It’s like a perfect package, one he wants to unwrap.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby. I love it,” He reveals, eyes locked onto yours, “But I wanna be the only one who can love it.”

A grin finally grows on your lips, still all pink and glossy from the makeup. Even in your drunken state, there’s something alluring about the way you lean closer, breath fanning over Rick’s lips.

“Then prove it.” You whisper.

Like a moth to a flame, Rick bites. He closes the gap, savouring your sloppy kisses as you devour his lips, hands fumbling to cup either side of his smooth face. Somehow, kissing him felt even better drunk, like everything else just melted away.

Disconnecting, Rick trailed purposeful kisses down your neck, sucking brief marks into your skin, staking his claim. He peeled the straps of the dress down, pushing the fabric down under the swell of your breasts, until they were completely bare to him.

You gasped as his lips trapped a nipple, fondling at the supple flesh whilst worshipping you with his mouth. But you were already strung tight, not having the patience to deal with a night of teasing.

Fingers hooked into his belt, painted nails scratching at the denim as you failed to muster enough coordination to unzip him. “Please.. please, Rick.” You whined.

“I know, baby. Don’t have’ta beg tonight.” He assures you in that rough, yet soothing tone, taking over and pulling his cock free of its restraints.

Rick pushes the dress up over your hips, the soft fabric now simply a band around your waist. You’re eager to take him, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders whilst you hover over his thighs, allowing Rick to line you up and make the slide easier.

The drunken haze has faded some, replaced by a blanket of arousal as you slowly ride him, fingers gripping at his shirt. You’re saying something, begging probably, but it doesn’t make any sense. Not that it matters.

Though you’re set on riding him, Rick knows you’re probably sore from those heels all night, so he grips tight at your hips to flip you over, drilling you down into the plush couch.

“Fuck..” You gasp, head lolling to the side as Rick bites into the flesh of your neck, body completely surrounding you as his thrusts become powerful and short, angled up right where you need it.

“I know, baby. You can take it.” He grunts, using all his strength to draw you closer to the edge.

By now, he knows your tells. The tightening of your cunt as it squeezes him, the way your legs wrap around his slim waist. Whatever words make it from your mouth, though unintelligible, take on a whiny pitch.

Rick snakes his hand between you, pressing firm, tight circles around your clit that make you gasp and squirm under him. “Quietly, baby. You can do it. Let go for me.”

And that you do, hips bucking upwards as your peak finally hits, muffling your cries into his shoulder. The pulsating around his dick causes Rick to finally falter, managing a few more staggered, sharp thrusts before roughly pulling out and spilling onto your stomach. Spurts of white cum coat the bunched up dress, some even reaching the underside of your tits.

“Fuck,” Rick pants, catching his breath. “Looks like you can’t wear this dress anyway.”

#the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x you #the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x you

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timetothirst · 8 days

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN reader

Inspired by this post that hasn’t left my head since I first saw it

Tags: Canon typical violence, you almost die, Ghost is soft in his own weird way, confessions, everyone needs therapy, i’m not British but i’m using British slang because it’s Simon’s POV, if i got any military stuff wrong no I didn’t, sad Ghost

Rating: M for violence and language

—————

You were dying when Ghost realized he loved you.

It started the same as it always did whenever he had to meet someone new, with a quick handshake and a short introduction before he inevitably found an excuse to walk away as soon as possible. He didn’t dislike you, not necessarily, but he was no social butterfly. You were just another face to him, that was all.

Until you weren’t.

He was having trouble sleeping. That was nothing unusual, though. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d got a full eight hours without some kind of interruption, whether it be an owl outside his window that wouldn’t shut up, an inability to get comfortable because of the countless aches in his body, his thoughts just being too damn loud, or something else entirely. Whenever this happened, he’d make his way to the common room and find some way to kill the time while he waited for everyone else, maybe even get breakfast started or put the kettle on if he was feeling nice.

It was on one of those nights, after he’d finished rummaging through the fridge looking for a decent snack, that he saw you. He went to sit on the couch, and there you were. He didn’t realize it was you at first and tensed up, instinctively reaching for his combat knife (which wasn’t there, of course, since he was in his sleep clothes). At first he was baffled. How did he not notice you coming in? He wasn’t losing his edge, was he? Letting his guard down?

But then he saw the half-eaten packet of crisps in front of you and realized you’d been there the entire time, sitting in the dark, in complete silence.

“Fuckin’ hell…say somethin’ next time, yeah?” He told you, finally allowing himself to exhale.

“Sorry, I didn’t know whether or not you were going back to your room, and I didn’t want to bug you, so-“

“S’fine.” He interrupted with a wave of his hand, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and grabbing the remote.

—————

“Am I missing something here? Why’s he acting so weird all of a sudden?” You asked, staring at the screen in confusion. This was the third question you’d asked in as many minutes, but Ghost didn’t seem to mind. At the very least, he wasn’t giving you death stares or walking away from you, so you figured it was okay.

“Pon farr.” He stated, not even glancing over.

“Am I supposed to know what that means? It sounds like a weird disease…” Ghost side-eyed you as you said this and scoffed quietly.

“No, it’s not a- look, just watch, will you? They’re about to explain it.”

You rolled your eyes, but did as he said anyway.

“Oh my god…so, he can only have sex once every seven years? And if he doesn’t, he’ll just…get really pissed off and fuckin’ die?” You laughed in disbelief, then ate the last of your crisps and tossed the empty packet into the trash.

“Nah, Vulcans can mate whenever they want. Pon farr’s just a biological thing that causes…well, s’ called plak-tow, but it translates to ‘blood fever.’ Means they’ll go mad if they don’t-“

You couldn’t help but snicker, slapping your hand over your mouth with a snort when Ghost’s head snapped toward you. He looked at you with an expression that could melt steel, which would have scared you shitless under any other circumstances.

“…Seen this one.” He grumbled as an explanation, looking away from you and back at the TV screen. He crossed his arms, his face hardening into its usual scowl.

“Yeah, I can tell.”

You spent the rest of the night asking Ghost increasingly complicated questions about the show, and despite his exasperated sighs and frequent eye rolls, he answered every single one.

—————

He just kept running into you, it seemed. Sparring, target practice, and of course, your late night binges of Star Trek, whenever the two of you happened to be up at the same ungodly hour. You sat on your designated couch cushions and laughed at the awful special effects as Ghost told you to ‘shut it and watch,’ though he was sure you could see him smiling through the fabric of his mask.

As much as he hated to admit it, as cliché as it sounded, his days really were a bit brighter with you around. You filled the silence when nothing else did, joked with him, spent time with him…he’d even noticed a few little things you had started doing, things that were specifically for him. Like the night he’d taken out a pack of smokes, only to realize that he’d lost his lighter. He groaned in annoyance and went to put them away, but then, there you were, holding out a lighter of your own, the small flame reflecting in your eyes.

“The lads and I must be a bad influence, eh? I swear I remember you tellin’ me that you don’t smoke.” He’d said to you after rolling up his mask just past his lips and taking a puff of his cigarette.

“I don’t. But you do.” You replied casually, shrugging as if you’d just said the most obvious thing in the world.

“And with the way you keep losing your lighters everywhere, you’re probably spending half your paycheck replacing them!” You added, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

Ghost rolled his eyes and told you to piss off, but he never bought another lighter after that.

—————

Price started pairing the two of you together on missions; citing the fact that you got along, as well as the way your combination of skills made you effective and deadly in the field. You were a good team, that was all. You got things done, and you got them done well, no matter the circumstances.

And then everything went to shit.

You had already suffered a dislocated shoulder and pretty bad slash wound, both to your dominant arm, so you were stuck clutching a pistol in one hand while the other dangled uselessly at your side. Almost all of the enemies had been taken care of at that point, but you were making a final sweep of the building in search of any stragglers.

Two seconds. Two goddamn seconds he looked away from you, but that was all it took. Five gunshots rang out in short succession, no doubt from an assault rifle of some kind. You screamed, shot a single round from your pistol, and two bodies thudded to the floor.

Ghost’s heart dropped. He charged into the room, looking around frantically. As badly as he wanted to rush to your side right that second, he knew he had to assess the situation first. He’d be of no use to you if he was dead, after all. The first thing he noticed was that you were breathing, and your attacker wasn’t, probably because they had a sizable hole in the side of their head. Ghost dropped to his knees next to you, trying to calm himself enough to properly check your wounds.

You looked so small lying there, curled up on your side with your face contorted in pain. A shudder wracked your body, blood beginning to pool as Ghost placed a hand on your shoulder. He gritted his teeth and turned you over. As expected, you screamed bloody murder, the movement causing your body to be jostled.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshit-” He muttered, his hands hovering over your body. Before he dared to do anything else, he reached for his radio.

“Bravo 0-7 calling for immediate medvac. Repeat, immediate medvac.” He spoke, unable to hide the tremor in his voice.

“Acknowledged. Requesting location.” A voice crackled over the speaker. He barked back your coordinates, along with an order to hurry the fuck up before disconnecting and turning his attention back to you.

“This is gonna hurt.” He warned.

He undid your vest, and his large hand immediately made contact with the most serious of your injuries, that being the bullet wound in your side. He pressed down hard in an attempt to staunch the bleeding as best he could, and your scream of pain was enough to make him feel as though he’d been shot himself. You seemed too shocked to speak, your breath coming out in short gasps, punctuated by anguished sobs.

“Shh. I know, I know…hey- look at me, yeah? Just keep lookin’ at me.”

Ghost couldn’t remember the last time he felt helpless. But here, now, as he stared down at you, it was the only thing he could feel. He wished he could be angry instead, but right now there was no one to direct that anger towards. Your attacker was lucky you’d managed to kill them before he got the chance to, or he’d have beaten them into a pulp with his bare hands and left them to rot where they fell as punishment for even fucking looking at you.

“Ghost-” You croaked out, your bleary eyes focusing on him momentarily. He shook his head.

“Simon.” He whispered, his own name feeling foreign on his tongue. You stared at him in confusion for a moment, but then your eyebrows raised and a look of realization appeared on your face.

“S…Simon?” You repeated. He nodded, tried to smile at you despite everything.

“Yeah…Simon.”

You smiled back through your tears and let out a laugh that quickly turned into a pained wheeze. “That bad, huh?”

Simon didn’t reply. He didn’t trust himself to. You’d see right through it if he lied, he was sure of it, but if he told the truth, he knew he’d break down on the spot. Instead, he gathered you into his arms and curled around you protectively, trying to keep your body warm to prevent shock.

With a start, he realized that this was the first time he’d ever held you.

“I think m’just gonna…rest for a few minutes, if that’s okay…” You breathed.

As he looked down at you, it was clear that you were struggling to keep your eyes open. He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, clutching you tighter and burying his face in your hair.

“No, no, no…not you. Anyone but you.”

Simon Riley had never been a religious man, but he prayed then. He didn’t know to whom he was speaking, but it didn’t matter. He only asked for one thing.

“Don’t let them die. Not here, not now. I’ll do anything. Give them more time. Take me instead if you want. I’ll go in their place, just let them live. Please.”

He knew he didn’t deserve you. He always had, really, but that didn’t mean you should be taken away so cruelly. You should have something so much better than this, better than a cold concrete floor slick with your blood and a man like him trying to hold you together while he himself was breaking from the inside out.

“H-Hey…”

Your voice broke through the haze, and he cursed under his breath, quickly wiping his eyes and lifting his head to look at you.

“Fuck. Sorry, I- i’m right here, love. I’ve gotcha. Nothin’ to worry about, yeah?”

You just nodded. Your eyes were barely open now, your chest still slowly rising and falling with your breaths. You felt around for his hand and grabbed it, the silence seeming to last forever as you considered your next words.

“…I’m really glad I met you.” You finally said.

“Don’t. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that. Makes it sound like you’re-“ He exhaled and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this, alright? I know I can be an ass, and I know i’m not the best at sayin’ it, but…I need you.”

Simon looked down at you. You weren’t moving.

His time spent waiting for medvac to arrive was a blur. He held you tight, begged you not to leave him even though he wasn’t entirely sure whether or not you could hear. And when the medics did finally show up, they practically had to wrench your limp body out of his grip.

He had to take a separate transport back to base. he sat alone and stared at his hands, watching your blood slowly dry.

——————

Simon lurked outside the door to your hospital room like- well, a ghost. When the doctors finally deemed you well enough to take visitors, he was at your side, like a loyal dog lying at its master’s feet. He held your wrist in a loose grip the entire time he waited for you to wake up, his thumb pressed against your pulse point so that he could be sure your heart was still beating.

It felt like ages that he waited for you. He didn’t even know quite how long he did, actually. He only left your side once, and that was for a shower in freezing water where he scrubbed his skin raw because he was unable to stop seeing the red covering it.

When you finally stirred beneath him, Simon thought he was dreaming. He stared at you with a mixture of disbelief and blind hope, and then you finally opened your eyes. After days, he finally felt like he could exhale. He let himself fall forward, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he shook ever so slightly.

“God…don’t you ever do that to me again, got it? Thought i’d lost you.”

You reached up and started to rub circles into his back, choosing not to mention the fact that your hospital gown was damp with tears.

“Simon, I-“

He shushed you, rolled up his mask and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.

“You made it, that’s what matters. You made it back t’ me.”

“And I always will.”

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telyscope · 1 year

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Omg! Just read your jealous hc and this gave me an idea. Can you do something where Neteyam and the reader are best friends (he’s in love with her, obviously) and Ao’nung notices. He tries to flirt with the reader just to get on his nerves and he succeeds his mission. Neteyam tries to stay away from her for a while because he can’t stand the thought of her with someone else and everytime he sees her is just pain. She notices and question him about it and he finally confesses. (If you could do, it would be great! Sorry if this is confusing, english is not my first language)

of course!! i’m sorry isnt the best or seems a little rushed, im still getting used to writing longer fics! but i still hope you enjoy<3

neteyam x fem!reader

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you and neteyam were inseparable. ever since you guys were kids, you two were always around each other. as you grew older your relationship with neteyam had only grew stronger, and now that you two were new to the metkayina clan, you only had each other

it was painfully obvious to everyone else that neteyam liked you. though for some reason, you were the only one that couldn’t tell. i mean sure he’d openly flirt with you here and there, but you always just brushed it off

aonung on the other hand, indeed did not just “brush it off.” he first caught onto neteyams little crush on you when he saw neteyam smiling at you and looking down at the ground while smiling when you weren’t watching

ever since he saw that moment, all the other hints were so clear. he noticed every time neteyam smiled at you or watched you in awe

he would’ve found it cute, honestly.. only if it was anyone other than neteyam. and what better way to piss neteyam off than to flirt with his beloved.

aonung, roxto, and tsireya were showing you and neteyam around the reef along with lo’ak and tuk. it was so, so beautiful. you wanted to see all of it, the entire reef. but your swimming and breathing capabilities were getting in the way of that.

the four of you rose to the surface to catch your breaths, aonung, roxto, and tsireya following shortly after. tsireya understands you guys can’t swim or hold your breath as well as them, but aonung and roxto can’t help but let out a small laugh

“stop that aonung” tsireya hits him on the head, trying to knock some sense into him

his smile slowly fades but widens once again when you two make eye contact. “you’re right tsireya, im sorry. it’s not their fault they can’t swim as well as us. it’s a shame, truly, i would’ve loved to show y/n around the reef, but i wouldn’t wanna tire her out.” you vaguely hear sarcasm in his voice, but you’re too busy focused on his words to care about his tone of voice

you mouth falls agape and you stare right into aonungs eyes. “no no that wouldn’t tire me out, i just cant keep up with you, that’s all. i would love to explore the reef some more.”

“is that so? well then, what do you say i show you around, just the two of us. ill hold your hand the whole time so that you don’t get lost.” aonung flashes a rather flirtatious smile, and your face gets hot.

“just the two of you? really?” neteyam turns to focus all his attention on you. “how do you know he won’t leave you stranded all alone. you barely know each other.” the irritation in neteyams voice is clear, and the glare in his eyes is sharp.

“neteyam, calm down. do you really think the chiefs son would do that to a guest?” you respond, confused by neteyams sudden annoyance.

“she’s right, my father would kill me. i just want to show her how beautiful the reef is. no harm in that, right?” aonung adds on, purposely sneaking a wink at you at you to provoke neteyam even more.

neteyam was pissed. was he doing this on purpose? worst part was, you didn’t even seem to mind it. in fact, you were excited to go with him.

“cmon bro it’ll be fine, let’s just go back and find kiri.” lo’ak says trying to ease neteyam, clearly catching onto his anger.

neteyam doesn’t say another word. he just looks at you for a moment before swimming off with the rest of them.

—

how long has it been? an hour? two? you and aonung finally finished exploring the reef, and goodness was it gorgeous. you cant wait to tell neteyam all about what you saw, that is.. if you can find him.

everyone was gathered on the beach except for him. lo’ak, kiri, tsireya, tuk, all of them. where was neteyam? he was always the first to welcome you back after you went somewhere, but he was nowhere in sight.

“lo’ak, do you know where neteyam is?”

“nope, once we got back from the reef he left and i haven’t seen him since.”

how strange.

perhaps he’s just tired. he hasn’t gotten much rest since the arrival here, so maybe he went to sleep early. it’s fine, you’ll talk to him tomorrow.

—

it’s been almost two days and neteyam still hasn’t talked to you. at first you gave him space in case he truly was mad at you, but now it was just getting tiring, and you were sick of it. it was obvious something is upsetting him, and you were gonna find out what.

you observed him as he talked to lo’ak on the beach. it was already eclipse, and you watched the way his spots faintly glowed under the dark sky. there was a nervous feeling gnawing at your stomach and you just couldn’t figure out why. “it’s just neteyam,” you remind yourself.

lo’ak started walking back to the hut, and you took the chance to finally speak with neteyam. you paused for a moment before you continued your steps towards him. he looked serene, beautiful even, but there was a glint of sadness in his eyes.

“neteyam,” you mumbled out, your footsteps matched your voice, soft. he shifted his body towards you, his back facing the ocean with his arms crossed. he had the same look on his face he did just seconds ago. you exhaled slowly, a light breeze blowing your hair. you could feel his stare on you, it was intimidating. you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes. his eyes reflected the stars and for a moment you forgot what you were gonna say.

“neteyam, did i do something?” your voice was hesitant at first, but your pace sped up, “i mean- you’ve been ignoring me, haven’t you? you’ve never ignored me. what’s going on.” you let out a deep breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

he didn’t say anything for a moment. he just stared into your eyes with no visible expression. “do you have feelings for aonung,” he finally lets out.

what?

did he really just ask that? you stare at him with utter disbelief for a moment. “i’m sorry, what?” you scoff. “you don’t talk to me for almost two days and that is the first thing you say?”

“im giving you your answer.”

“no, no you are not. is this some sort of awful joke?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, and you can see his body tense up, “you just don’t get it do you?? how much more obvious do i need to make it for you to finally get the damn hint?” his arms fall to his sides and his voice becomes more assertive, “for fucks sake i like you, y/n, i’ve loved you for years, and you still haven’t noticed?”

oh.

the both of you fall silent. seems you aren’t the only one in shock, neteyam takes a step back as if he couldn’t believe what he just said either. you stand still for a good minute, unsure of what to do. perhaps you shouldn’t have brushed off all the hints after all. the wind gently blows his braids and he stands tall. you could admire him for hours. you practically already have. you always find yourself unknowingly staring at the way his eyes shine in the sun, or the way he smiles, or the way he’s so, effortlessly, alluring.

but right now was not a moment to just stare at him. your heart is racing and the nervous feeling comes back. “neteyam..”

“no i’m sorry just forget what i said i didnt-“

“neteyam,” you cut him off, “i see you.”

#neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam headcanons #neteyam fic #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar 2 #aonung #avatar the way of water

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jiggy-manda · 2 months

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hiiii

please write about Amanda Young x fem!reader :)

she gets very jealous and furry when someone flirts with us :)))))

jealous!amanda young x fem!reader

warnings: none… age gap kinda? obv amanda is in her 30s but reader is in her 20s so just take that how you will

wc: 1.6k

your situation with jigsaw and the apprentices was… different.

you weren’t an apprentice, per se, but you also weren’t completely a victim; you floated around somewhere in between. like a middle-man, almost. you were never directly involved with the crimes, though you were definitely knowledgeable of them. you’d been tested as well, but for some reason it seemed like your test wasn’t… as brutal.

you’d talked to amanda a few times, mainly when you were begging to be let go and she was busy laughing at you. some part of you kind of thought she went easy on you, but you couldn’t tell if that was true or if it was just you making up things to cope with what had happened.

ever since your test, you’d been staying with john and the apprentices— which you later learned was not normal for other jigsaw victims. you never found out why, but there was always a slight feeling in your brain that the lingering looks from his female apprentice had something to do with it.

either way, it was something you chose not to dwell on because you knew it would only lead to more questions and more disappointment.

it felt pointless to continue stewing over it, so for the next few minutes you continued on in your notebook, writing down different plans john or the apprentices had mentioned over time and looking over the new list of people and their offenses.

you were so busy reading a file on some new contraption that you didn’t even notice the shadowy figure suddenly hovering above you.

mark hoffman was perched on the side of your desk with one leg hanging off the edge. “what are you working on?”

amanda quietly scoffed at his presence from her makeshift bedroom, a bit in shock that you would even entertain the man. you, on the other hand, were just looking for a way to exit the conversation with him.

looking up at mark, you quickly realized he was way too close— you could smell his cologne, or lack thereof.

she tried not to keep looking at you, but amanda couldn’t help but stare. she smirked as she watched, noting how you subtly crinkled your nose when he leaned towards you.

amanda has never liked hoffman. hoffman, not mark— she’d never dare give him the pleasure of addressing him by his name. she never liked him, but she disliked him even more when he interacted with you. in the back of her mind, a small part of her thought he just continued to talk to you simply to piss her off. he’s not completely clueless; he knows how to push amanda’s buttons. he’d probably talk to you even if he didn’t like you just to fuel his vendetta against the small brunette.

she didn’t like it when he was around you.

“…oh, you know. just, traps and stuff, i guess…”

“you guess?” he laughed at that. “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta have more confidence than that.”

you sighed, setting down the pencil you’d been holding to look up at him. “do you need something, mark?”

“oh come on, don’t be like that,” he replied. “you barely talk to any of us! i’m just trying to get to know you.”

you looked down at the hands you had eventually clasped and set against your desk. you then gave him a tight smile. “okay… what do you want to know?”

he grinned. “you got a boyfriend?”

you instinctively recoiled back, hoping the disgust you felt didn’t show on your face. if you asked amanda, she would’ve said it did— but she wasn’t even watching, of course not.

taking a moment to clear your throat, you met his gaze to respond. “no, i don’t.”

the brooding woman in her makeshift bedroom finally spoke up, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “but i’m sure she’d love to hear a proclamation of love from a man twice her age.”

he turned his head towards amanda, the force of his movements causing even his body to shuffle. “can’t you just mind your business?” he shot back.

you were planning on jumping in, eventually— but the decision of what to say was still playing around in your mind. to be fair, you were in a borderline cult of serial killers, so your sexual preferences really should be the least of their concerns.

“whatever you say, old man. im just pointing out the obvious, that’s all. i don’t think a woman your age would even go for you, honestly.” the corner of amanda’s lip turned into a grin when she saw mark’s hand twitch.

“you know what, smartass?” he said, slamming his palms on your desk as he stood up. “you wanna say that again? what the hell is your problem?”

amanda pushed herself off of the perch she called a bed. “you’re my problem, asshat. you think you’re so much better than me and everyone else just because you’re some high class detective who’s never failed a drug test in his life,” she spat out.

mark got closer to amanda, nearly backing her up to one of the desks close by. at this point, your brain had finally started working again, so you rushed to get between the two.

“okay, can we please be a bit rational here?”

you were facing mark, watching as the upper part of his mouth twitched, and you just managed to keep a straight face when amanda mumbled something about ‘his lip injections going haywire.’

“and can you please sit down?” you finally addressed both of them. they both grumbled as they made their own separate ways to take their places.

clearing your throat, you returned to your seat and ran your hands through your hair. “she’s not completely wrong,” you said as you faced the man who’d started this whole thing. “i don’t mind if someone’s older than me,” you started, looking back at amanda to correct her comment.

you looked back at mark, studying his face before finishing your statement. “but i don’t date men.”

amanda, for once, was happy your attention was focused on mark and not herself. she did not need you to see the shock (intrigue) on her face at that revelation.

mark just stared at you for a few moments, not quite sure what to say.

“oh.”

“yeah,” you started, your face starting to heat up at all the attention on you. it didn’t help that the topic of the matter was your sexuality and love life. “so. um… yeah.”

“then… you got a girlfriend?”

amanda perked up at this, wishing she could appear less interested.

“nope,” you let out with a sigh. “but it’s whatever. i like it here anyways, working on traps and helping out.”

“sure,” he said, scanning the room. it seemed like he didn’t really know what to do at that point… it was clear that flirting with you was his only objective, so it’s not like you had anything else to talk about. “i’m gonna go ask john about one of the next traps but i’ll be back soon.”

you nodded, while amanda gave a “yeah, whatever.” you tried not to laugh at their back-and-forth demeanor. it was clear they didn’t like each other— though, you weren’t a very big fan of mark either. you had a hard time believing anyone was, really.

amanda, however… you weren’t quite sure how to feel about her. you never interacted much; mark made more of an effort to talk to you, and you didn’t even like him. if anything, you were confused by amanda.

she didn’t really talk to you, but for some reason it was like she didn’t want anyone else talking to you either. on the rare times that she did give you more than a few minutes of her attention, she would snap at anyone who interrupted the conversation— anyone besides john, of course.

“so you’re gay?”

the question struck you out of your thoughts, nearly making you jump. you turned and faced amanda completely, pausing a few minutes to take in her presence.

“yeah.”

“cool.”

a few silent seconds passed before amanda spoke again with a slight smile playing at her face. “me too.”

“yeah?” you tilted your head, meeting her eyes.

“yeah… and i really didn’t like seeing hoffman flirt with you,” she replied.

you paused, not sure whether you should push it any further. “amanda young,” you said with a dramatic gasp. “were you… jealous?”

she immediately scoffed, rolling her eyes where she stood. “you wish.”

“i think you were,” you replied, taking a step closer. you tilted your head to the side and looked into her eyes. “i’m not stupid, amanda. you’re not subtle in the way you snap at everyone who tries to interact with me.”

her face slightly flushed at that. “that’s not true,” she sputtered out. “i snap at everyone.”

“pfft, yeah, whatever,” you let out.

“im serious,” she said, taking hold of your arm. you looked down at your arm and then back up at her, raising your brow. she quickly let go of it and brought her arm back. “i just don’t like people,” she reasoned. “it’s nothing personal.”

“sure.”

“whatever,” she huffed out. if looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under by now. you didn’t know a small body could hold so much rage, but you figured you’d save the psychoanalytics for later.

it was clear that you’d gotten under her skin, and a small part of you felt a bit of pride that you’d gotten the usually stoic girl to stutter and blush.

you grinned, making your way back to your desk covered in blueprints and plans. “and amanda,” you started. “let me know if you ever want to… collaborate.”

a/n: yayyyy more amanda fics 😙😙 this was really fun to write <3 i might make another part? idk i feel like leaving the ending open was kinda fun 🫣

#amanda young #amanda young x reader #saw x reader #saw 3 #saw iii #amanda young saw

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lxdymoon0357 · 2 years

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hellohello 👁👁

What about yandere!rashta and yandere!navier fightinh for maid!reader who just arrived at the palace after rashta became a concubine?

thank you and i hope this is not too much of a bother!

Rashta and Navier fighting for Maid! Reader

‘I shouldn’t have come here!’ was your first thought to this mess you created. What? Don’t understand anything? Let’s rewind back to when you got to the palace, You were in search for a job for quite a few days, but you were lucky enough when the empress herself saw you sitting with one of her ladies-in –waiting and asking her about any jobs vacancies she knew, she stepped in and offered you a job as a maid in the palace.

As you begin to work there, you became a royal maid for the empress, you had become friends with many other servants working there working for different events and also hearing the news of the emperor bringing in a concubine and you heard some rumors saying she was extremely gorgeous, many people hated her for hurting the empress while some didn’t, even you secretly wanted to meet her. One day as you were doing your work as usual, you were cleaning the hallways near the Empress’s bedroom, for some reason the empress told you to only clean near her room or where she found be found the most. So while you were cleaning the floor, you bumped into a beautiful lady, whom you recognized to be the emperor’s concubine, Rashta. As stopping your work for a moment to greet her as a sign of respect, she asked “Hey! Aren’t you the new maid everyone’s talking about? What’s your name?” You replied back with a “Yes, my lady I’m the new maid working for the empress. My name is Y/N, my lady.”

At the mention of the empress, Rashta’s expression of happiness and excitement changed into a deep-thinking one and maybe a disgusted one, after a few minutes she said “Why don’t you work as one of my maids, because since Rashta is the new concubine to the emperor, she also needs some maids to help her? Rashta will pay you a handsome price.” While giving you a eye-closed cheeky smile and waited for your answer. After a while you replied with that you will think about it and asked to get dismissed, Rashta was happy with your answer and said she’ll see you later. Unknown to you, a certain someone was watching your whole conversation with the concubine.

That night while you were in your room, you heard a knock on your door, as you opened the door two maids were standing there and after a few seconds they both said in unison,

“Lady Navier wishes to have dinner with you.”

“Lady Rashta wishes to have dinner with you.”

Confused as to why they would call you, you denied both the invitations and lied to them that you had already eaten. When the news reached the ears of both the ladies they were livid, not at you no but at each other. They thought that the other was forcing you to stop spending time with them.

And so this continued for a few weeks when both the ladies would s end invitations to spend time with you and always you would deny them, thinking it was kind of wrong for a near royal to spend time with a low maid. Thus you would rarely accept their invitations and would often reject them.

Now as you finally take a break from working, you were sitting in the garden reading a book, as you were contently reading you heard two voices call out to you, which made your blood freeze, it was the empress and the concubine, Lady Navier and Lady Rashta respectively. As they both called out to you, you stood up and brushed your dress clean and bowed down to both of them to show respect. As you sat down, lady Rashta tackled you in a tight side-hug and wished you good morning, “Good morning Y/N! Did you sleep well last night?”

Smiling at her adorable antics, you politely said, “Good morning milady and to you too empress, how can I help you both today?” At the mention of the empress, Rashta happy face turned into a pissed off once as she said, “Y/N? Why do you keep denying Rashta’s invitations of a tea time, is Rashta insufferable and annoying to you?!”

Surprised at her question, you tried explaining to the lady that she wasn’t annoying or anything like that, it’s just that you were often busy and didn’t have time to spend with her. As Rashta heard about you being too busy she retorted, “Well sister must give you so much work, so you have no time to yourself, it’s okay Rashta will talk with her!” with a cheeky and sly look as she looked at Navier, Navier’s face looked thoughtful, but on the inside she was livid, how could Rashta, a slave who luckily became a concubine, say that the empress was drowning her maid in work and not letting her accept the invitations of others?

Hearing the request, she spoke back, “Oh! Rashta I’m not drowning her in work, we both also have been spending a bit of time together like you both do, just more often that is…” in a sly and hushed tone, hearing this news you became extremely confused as to what the empress was saying cause you hadn’t been spending that much time with empress either, like Navier now Rashta was also infuriated, she knew that it wasn’t true but she couldn’t prove it without revealing herself.

As you started to feel as though something was about to go wrong, you stood up, bowed down and tried to excuse yourself, “Excuse me my ladies, I still have to go work so may I be excused?” As you asked the question, you felt strong grips on both of your wrists you opened your eyes and stood straight you saw both the ladies had a grip on your wrists and pulled you both somewhere nobody could see you, where their argument continued between who you like.

As this happened, Rashta suggested something that made blood run out of your face, “Wait sister! What if we start sharing her, then we both can have her to ourselves and nobody can take her from us! Right~”, “You’re right. We can share this little darling and keep her safe by locking her in a room built just for her, so nobody can take her from us!” As they both turned to look at you with blood-thirsty and sinister smiles on their faces and suddenly you felt your vision going blurry and black as you thought ‘I shouldn’t have come here!’.

Thank you for the request.

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sugarsfics · 10 months

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“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Part 2

Here is the long-awaited part 2 to “If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

Part 1

Summary: Your stepbrother Steve found out about your lie. How will you make it up to him? In the process will you lose Eddie?

Trope: Friends to eneimes? to lovers; Eddie x shy!reader

Warnings: Use of y/n, cussing, fighting, hurt to comfort

Word Count: 1.4k

“Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!”

You walked out of Eddie‘s hearing yelling, “DID YOU KIDNAP HER” “No Harrington I didn’t and if I did I wouldn’t have her car in my driveway” HARRINGTON Fuck Steve knows “Oh so you have thought about it-” “What no” “Give me my sister- Y/N” Steve screamed when you made eye contact, he pushes Eddie out of the way into the house, he pulled you too him “We are leaving” “Steve-” before you knew it you were being pulled to your car “Did he hurt you” he asked checking your body parts “Steve no” “Did he touch you” “No” “Did he force you to be here” “Steve I wanted to be here” you saw Steve’s mood change from worry to anger “Am sorry WHAT you meant to be here, here at a guy’s house at HIS house” “Steve-” “No don’t Steve me what are you doing here with him a boy” “I just went over to watch a movie then we watch another then we accidentally fell asleep” “A MOVIE” Steve screamed “Yea a movie Steve way are you getting so worked up” “Because I know what guys think when they say they want you to come over to watch a “movie”.....wait you spent the night YOU SPENT THE NIGHT HERE” “It was an accident like I said” “Just get in the car” “But my things are-” “Get in the car y/n” he unlocked your car “How did you get my keys and how did you get here your car is in the shop” “I brought your spare key just in case something happened since you didn’t call last night like you were supposed to” “Steve I am sorry I-” “Save it let’s just go home” he started your car and drove away.

Steve didn’t say a word the whole drive his knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his face was red. When you pulled into your driveway Steve quickly got out slamming your door you followed him out “Steve please listen” he kept walking ignoring you, he walked into room slammed the door and locked it shit. You waited hours for him to open the door but nothing than the phone rang, you answered “Hello?” “Y/N Oh my god are you alive” it was Alexis “Barely” “Listen I’m so sorry I tried to cover you when he called I said you were in the bathroom then an hour later he showed up at my house he was pissed not seeing your very distinct car” “No it’s ok I shouldn’t have asked you to lie for me” you heard Steve’s door open “I got to go” and you quickly hung up “Was that your new boyfriend Munson” he said sarcastically but also pissed because if you say yes he doesn't know what he would do , “No it was Alexis” he rolled his eyes “Ah the other liar” “Steve no she-“ "Save it go to bed we have school tomorrow” “But Steve-“ without a second glance he walked back into his room.

Morning came you got no sleep Steve was still mad at you, your chances of being with Eddie are now slim to none, Eddie was probably pissed at you, that hurt the first boy who liked you gone just like that. You got ready in silence, when you finally made it, downstairs Steve was there waiting by the door, he didn’t even look at you. You grabbed some breakfast and ate it in awkward silence. He didn’t say I word the whole drive to school. When you pull into the parking lot he finally spoke “You will not see him again” “What?” “Munson you will not see him talk to him be near him ever again” “Steve- “ “And that’s final” he said getting out of the car. He waited for you to exit and walked with you inside as if he was your guard dog. Steve couldn’t “protect” you from Eddie for much longer since you have classes with him.

You avoided Eddie. It sucked but you didn’t want to make Steve mad anymore, yes king Steve was a big jerk to many, but you knew him differently. Right before P.E Eddie finally cornered you. “Please talk to me” he said pleading “Eddie- “ you heard Tommy H’s annoying laugh and knew Steve was near it hurt you to do this, but you ran from him. For the first time in P.E you actually participated it was horrible to say the least. You hated avoiding Eddie.

After school you were at your car waiting for Steve when you got in something or someone popped out of your backseat “Aaaaa” you screamed then you the crazy hair and puppy dog eyes Eddie, “Eddie you scar- why- how did you get in my car” “I have my ways princess” he said with a smile, that smile made you melt then you remembered “Eddie you need to go” “y/n please” “No Eddie I-“ the passenger door open. Fuck fuck fuck Steve got in the car “What is he doing here” he said scarily calm “He was- ““I was just giving her this” Eddie said handing you your purse you left at his house, Steve grabs it out of his hand and nodded at the door signaling him to leave.

God, you hated to look Eddie gave you when he left “Why are you such a dick” you told Steve “Excuse me?” He said “Yes you are a total dick to Eddie for no reason” “listen-“ “No you listen Steve I have been trying to explain this whole time and say I’m sorry and now you are going to listen” he stayed silent giving you the go ahead to continue “Yes I lied to you about go to his house and I’m sorry but would you have let me gone if I did tell you no right? And it was just a movie he got my favorite movie, and we watched it together. He-he is the first boy that has been nice to him the first boy that I am actually comfortable with the first boy that likes me and I like him a lot” you took a breath finishing “I- I didn’t know this y/n I’m sorry it’s just that I know how I am with girls how boys in general are with girls and I didn’t want that to happen to you I didn’t want him to hurt you or treat you horribly I’m sorry” “It’s ok Steve” one down one to go how were you going to make this up to Eddie “Go” Steve said “What?” “Go to him you both have that sad look on your faces” you look up seeing Eddie in his car with said sad look “Thank you” you got out your car making a b line to Eddie’s you open up his passenger door “Jesus” he said holding his heart “I’m sorry for everything and for scaring you can I please explain” “Explain everything or for scaring me “ he teased “For it all”

You explained “So, I had to lie to Steve about me going to your house because he is a very over proctecvie stepbrother, I had my best friend Alexis cover for me but that didn't go well. After the blow up at your house which I am very sorry about, Steve didn't talk to me at all he was so pissed and I hated it then he told me that i couldn't see you anymore so thats why i advoid you and i agted that even more. And right now, which again I am so sorry about Steve beong rude to you but then after i talked to him let him know how i felt about this you and yea you see I’m so sorry about what happened” “Wow to be honest I thought I spooked you too much on Saturday" "Oh no I um really like it" you said blushing "So did I sweetheart" "So um how can i make it up to you" “How about Saturday? Movie date?” “Sounds perfect” Eddie leans in to kiss as you lean in then there was a bang on the wonder Steve is outside you can hear him through the glass “NO KISSING” “I’m still stuck on that Steve is your stepbrother”

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tableintheteacherslounge · 2 months

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Abbott Elementary S03E07 thoughts

Melissa having a spare room baring in mind we’ve seen her house feels fake sorry - How will she have a room mate but noone look at her pictures and keep control of her kitchen. I get its gonna be for plot but i don’t buy it

I’m w ava that’s a woman who just found out she’s not pregnant - that’s a woman who’s been successfully slutting it up (how’s she gonna slut it up with a roommate)

Omg protective barb 🥺 (ALSO BARBS RIGHT BC MEL WOULDNT GIVE OUT HER ADDRESS WILLINGLY)

AS SOON AS SHE SAID NERD I THOUGHT JACOB

“I know its gods will but hes gotten awfully creative” 😭😭😭😭😭

I love it when Mr johnson lore gets unlocked

Manny and the beard whew 😮‍💨 I was literally wondering where he was so I’m glad they’re using him again

Janine ur SO SMART this is such a good idea and not like a janine unnecessarily fixing a problem like an actual good idea- good job babygirl

Not ava spilling the tea to the whole room

Ponytail melissa at home is so personal to me, I love that this continues from s2, this is just who she is, she throws her hair up when she’s at home. I like that she’s wearing the eagles hoodie we’ve seen before too. Love the hair, makeup & costume details on this show

“I only know how to cook for 12” 😭

Finally mel talking about her breakup! Damn maybe it really was “im not bringing this to school” this whole time

Also Gary being a dead ringer for her dad?? I’m not saying my headcanons are more correct than the show but I disagree with this statement. Gary is not schemmenti coded.

Omg the jacob melissa work momming work sonning ive been dreaming of

“And dont forget theres a 3 booked limit 😒” barb is PISSED and i LOVE IT

“Oh i know what a google doctor is 😤”

Barb really is the best character on tv im sorry noone can do it like sheryl lee ralph like they just cant Shes everything

Janine forgetting the key term (pottery wheel) in her analogy she is so me

“Jacob if u dont like my ziti just say so and i will heave myself out that window” 😭😭

“I went to find mr johnson but he was still crying” NO 😭💔 hes just a sensitive guy 😔

“Mrs howard i blew down the house” 🥺🤏🏻 I love the kids being so central in this ep, I’ve missed that recently, and the kindergarteners are soooo cute

“🐷 I am a pig 🐺 i am a wolf 😄 and im a librarian who thinks she can just change everything around here 👋” IJBOL no please give sheryl another emmy I beg

“This programme is more of a distraction than an improvement” that’s teaaa actually. Thats so often what councils etc do, distract with new flashy things rather than fix the real problems. Even though in this case it’s well meaning it does make u think how big a priority should the library actually be? But actually children reading is super important and what did they say last season? The librarian was an alexa in glasses? 🤣

“You okay? You look like raven having a vision” 😭 you don’t understand how often i say this

I have thoughts on Barbara’s intentions and my instinct is gregory needs to keep her name out his mouth. I do think it’s really important that Janine stood up to Barbara, just maybe gregory made barbara seem worse than she was

“It’s been a rough week I could use the pick me up” i just love mr johnson

My immediate reaction was this one of my favourite episodes of the season - lots of excellent Barb moments, the kids, more mr johnson, story arcs I enjoyed and felt completed.

Janine standing up to Barbara was a really big deal for her considering her hatred of conflict and worship of barbara as a mother figure. It made me really proud to see how far janine has come.

But the longer since watching the less I like it. And it’s two main things:

- the jacob melissa room mate situation feels like jumping the shark for plots sake and not something realistic for those characters. So as much as I enjoy them and their dynamic and their growth it just feels fake.

- I dont care about the librarian. The set up feels like she could stick around and I just don’t care for new characters, I like my main people. (But then the same apprehension was had w the district people and they’ve not seemed to be around much).

I do still really like this ep and it definitely ranks highly in the season, just idk, some eps I enjoy more over time but this has made me feel more confused as to what will happen next I guess.

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary s3

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 9 months

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TSITP 2x07 & 2x08 : Leaks

I found the "leaks" for episode 7 and 8.

Here (Not everything is in the right order apparently) :

Laurel comes, she knew about the situation of the house ownership so Conrad and Steven get pissed at her. But she thought that Susannah had figured out something before she passed.

They take Conrad to go take his exam

Conrad sees Belly and Jere kiss

“So you wanna be with Jeremiah? So you’re just doing this to catch my attention” “Its not about you”

“Belly, which one of us is a better kisser?”

They argue, Conrad super petty (as he should be idc)

Conrad “go to Jeremiah” thingy

They go to a motel, and three of them sleep in the same bed, light shines on Belly and Conrad

Flashback to Susannah, Belly’s mom tells her she doesn’t have much time left

Susannah tells Belly to take care of Conrad

Milo releases new music and wrote a diss album about Steven

Steven and Taylor talk about how they’re finally glad Belly fixed things with ‘him’, but they were talking about two different people lmao (Steven = Conrad, Taylor = Jeremiah) it was like a “wait who are u talking about moment? I’m talking about —“ moment

Steven and Taylor fight about who’s better for Belly on their first date. Steven being team Conrad vs Taylor being team Jeremiah.

Steven says that Conrad is better, because he challenges and sees the best part of her. He defends what he did during prom.

They agree its up to Belly whoever she chooses

“I can’t believe we’re spending our first date arguing” “Oh c’mon Taylor, arguing is what we do’ “not always” she leaves

Conrad says of course I still want you to belly.

Jeremiah and Conrad talk, Jeremiah tells him to tell belly to tell her he loves her.

Laurel and belly talk over the phone. She ask her mom when she knew when she didn’t love her dad anymore. “I want you to have lots of lovers before you settle for one person”

Belly approaches Jeremiah, he thinks that she chose Conrad but she kisses him with xo playing in the background

Belly and Conrad talks, She tells him she chooses Jere. Exile plays.

“Goodbye Conrad”

Conrad lets them go together and just tell them to drive safe

Conrad goes back to Beach house and set him Belly’s room, putting back junior mint and glass unicorn

Taylor and Steven makes up after she bails on him.

Taylor and Steven end up together, “this weirdo confessed to me” bickering like a married couple

The season ends with them watching Taylor and Belly volleyball game, Jeremiah shows up with her and Taylor goes all ‘team jellyfish” lmao

Belly does a little speech trying to get back into the volleyball

The last line of the season is the one in the trailer and book, “the future is unclear, but it’s still mine.”

What do you think??

#tsitp thoughts #tsitp season 2 #tsitp 2 #tsitp #tsitp spoilers #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty season 2 #tsitp 2x07 #tsitp 2x08 #tsitp leaks

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alittlebitofeverythingtbh · 1 year

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Every Breath You Take

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, stalking, some violence, protective Corey

Authors Note: I will never not take the opportunity to write protective Corey.

Your concussion finally wore off a couple days later, and you returned to work once it did. Turns out everyone at your job was frazzled and busy while you were gone. The office space you worked as a secretary in was never this busy, so you weren’t sure what was going on. “Hey, what’s with all the commotion?” you asked your coworker Jared, who was filing documents on his work computer. The blonde turned to you, “we’ve got some higher ups coming in tomorrow, so everyone’s trying to get everything done before they do.” “Ah, figures,” you said before moving to put your earbuds back in.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jared asked before you could, “you were out for a couple days.” “I slipped and hit my head so bad I got a concussion,” you lied, “I stayed at home until it wore off.” “Ouch,” he commented, “had that happen to me once. Glad to see you’re better at least!” He flashed you a kind smile before turning back to his computer. You put your earbuds in as you turned back to your own filing, eyes darting to the small clock on the taskbar every once in a while. Work wasn’t bad or anything, but it did get boring at times. You just wanted to go home and watch movies with Corey.

You filed various files on your computer until it was finally time to go home. You grabbed your various belongings, shoving them into the book bag you brought with you. Making sure your phone was in your pocket, you got up to leave. Jared was throwing some pens into his briefcase before he ran to catch up with you outside the office. “Hey, are you free tomorrow? I was wondering if you wanted to go get sandwiches at Earl’s Café? It’s a new place downtown,” he asked. You shook your head politely, “nah, can’t I’m afraid. I’ve got to go grocery shopping and what not. Sorry.” “Oh it’s okay, maybe Monday then?” he pushed.

You looked around in the dark, searching for your boyfriend, “can’t, I’ve got plans for most of Monday.” “Oh come on,” Jared said, sounding a bit annoyed now, “you’ve got no free time or something?” “Jared, I just- I get the feeling you’re trying to ask me out.” He looked bewildered, “of course I am. Was that not obvious?”

“I have a boyfriend,” you said, bringing your bag closer to yourself. “Oh, I see,” Jared said, the look on his face unreadable, “well, it doesn’t have to be a romantic date. Could just be two coworkers hanging out.” “And the whole time I’d be thinking about how you tried asking me out,” you grumbled, silently begging for Corey to show up already.

“Sheesh, did that concussion give you an attitude?” Jared asked. You were pissed, but you weren’t gonna show it. Instead you said, “maybe. I should really go home, my head hurts.” “I can drive you home,” he offered, “least I can do since I clearly offended you.”

You didn’t turn to look at him, but you said, “for fucks sake, Jared. When a girl says no, it means no. It doesn’t mean keep pushing until she finally says yes.” You were met with silence as you let out an annoyed sigh. You kept looking at the road, waiting for that distinct motorcycle sound. You glanced at your phone, checking the time. It was almost eleven, where was he?

You turned to Jared, only to be met with an empty sidewalk. He was nowhere to be found, and you felt a chill down your spine. You looked around, but didn’t see anyone. You sighed, deciding to walk home. Maybe Corey got held up by something? Probably that mom of his, you thought bitterly. One day, you’d get him away from her. You felt pretty terrible for Corey all the times you had met her. She disliked you quite a bit, stating you weren’t good enough for Corey. This always made your boyfriend extremely uncomfortable, and the two of you would often leave before dinner was even over.

You walked home, no longer playing music from your earbuds. It wasn’t safe, though you really did have the urge to listen to some Muse on your walk. You instead listened to the crunch of leaves under your shoes, or the distant sounds of TVs in homes. A breeze blew the leaves around you, scattering them everywhere. One was left clinging to your coat, which you brushed off.

You were halfway home when you heard a leaf crunch behind you. You stiffened, wishing you had a pocket knife like Corey did. Instead, you kept walking, pretending as if you hadn’t heard it. Whoever it was either was gone or far better at masking their footsteps. Your hand rested in the pocket of your coat, phone at the ready.

“You really should be careful of leaves,” you said aloud, “they’re pretty noisy.” It was a ballsy move to speak, but you wanted authority in the situation. Unsurprisingly, there was no response. You turned around to find an empty sidewalk behind you. No one was there. You shivered again, continuing your walk home.

It wasn’t until you crossed the street that you saw him. You couldn’t make out any details in the dark, but you immediately assumed it had to be Corey based off of his height. Michael was far too tall and recognizable, at least you thought. Then again, you had only really seen him that one time. You hoped your next meeting wasn’t anytime soon.

You kept an eye on the figure in the corner of your eye as you continued to walk home. Once you neared your house, you pulled out your keys and stepped up to your porch. You turned to see if the figure was still there, but he wasn’t. You had a feeling he was already inside.

You stepped into your dark house, closing the door and locking it. You felt your way in the dark for the light switch before a hand grabbed your arm. You yelped as you were shoved into the wall, a leg in between yours. You felt the man’s breath in your ear and the tenseness dropped. “Corey,” you whispered. He said nothing for a moment, just keeping you against the wall.

“What was that guy saying to you?” Corey asked after a minute. “He-he was trying to ask me out. I rejected him many times,” you replied, reaching out and touching his head soothingly. His hand went and grabbed yours, just holding it, “he was harassing you, wasn’t he?” You nodded before realizing he might not be able to see, “yeah, he was.” Corey growled, “then I don’t need to be beating myself up, huh?” “What do you mean?” you asked. You moved out from underneath him, searching for the light switch. You found it and flicked it on, gasping in horror.

Corey was wearing a recently bloodied mechanic suit, his hands and the knife he held covered in the same blood. He had a dark look in his eyes that told you enough. “Corey-“ you started. He pushed you back against the wall gentler this time, “I had to, baby. I was coming to pick you up, to walk you home, and I heard him talking to you. Didn’t hear all what he said, but I could tell you were uncomfortable. And then he sounded angry, and then you were angry. Which made me angry. And I just-“ He sighed, cutting himself off. “You can’t keep killing people like this Core,” you said softly. “I can’t let you keep getting harassed like that,” he said defensively, “it makes me angry. Makes me feel like I need to protect you all the time. I don’t…I don’t want this town to treat you like they treat me. But it’s worse because…” “Because I’m a girl?” you asked. He nodded, his eyes looking a little sad.

You held his face gently, feeling him lean into your touch. You wanted to tell him to stop killing, to stop all of this. But he wasn’t wrong. You were tired of being harassed, and you had tried standing up for yourself so many times. It was sweet in its own sadistic way to have someone who could make all of it go away, a shadow that protected you wherever you went. Someone who uses one hand to hold yours and the other to hold a knife, threatening anyone who stepped too close.

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly, “thank you for protecting me.” “I’ll always protect you,” Corey promised, “I’ll always be there to make sure that you’re okay. That you’re safe.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly. He kissed you back, the knife clattering to the floor as he moved to pull you closer to him. You made a mental note to wash your clothes later, knowing Corey had already gotten blood onto them.

He pushed you against the wall further, starting to grind against you as the kiss got more intense. Corey let out a growl when he heard the first whimper you let out. He was soon reaching down and pulling down your leggings quickly, slipping past your underwear to start rubbing at your clit. “So good for me,” he whispered into your ear, “so good. So beautiful.” You whined as you felt yourself get wetter, his praise making your head feel fuzzy.

You felt his mouth at your neck, leaving kisses and marks behind that you would have to hide tomorrow. Corey’s two fingers slipped into you, wasting no time to start thrusting in and out of you. You bucked against his hand, “Corey-“ “Such a good girl,” he continued his praise, “so good for me. Wanna make you feel good.” You fingers curled inside you, causing you to moan loudly. He kept his relentless pace for a moment, watching your face contort in pleasure. Corey leaned forward and kissed you again, drowning your moans and whines. You clutched at his curls with one hand while the other laid against his chest.

He pulled away, panting after not having taken a breath in his desperation to kiss you. You could already feel your first orgasm coming, and you clenched around his fingers. “Such a good girl,” he groaned, “you gonna cum for me?” You whined and nodded. “Fuck,” Corey cursed, “that’s it baby, that’s it. Need you to cum for me, okay? Just cum all over my fingers. Wanna make you feel so good. You deserve it, deserve everything good.” His fingers curled one last time before you were sent over the edge, crying out his name as you spasmed underneath him. Once you came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out before sucking at them, letting out a small moan at your taste.

“Can’t wait anymore,” Corey whispered, pulling down the zipper to his bloodied mechanic suit, “need to take care of you so bad.” He lined himself up against you, taking a moment to make sure you were ready before he pushed in. The stretch of his cock inside you would never fail to amaze you at how good it felt, and you whined out his name. Corey cursed under his breath, beginning to thrust into you slowly. He wanted to take his time with you, to show you how good he could make you feel. Tonight was all about you.

Jared was dragged into an alleyway, a hand stifling his screams. “Ever heard of no?” Corey asked, “you’re really pathetic, talking to that girl like that.” Jared whimpered under his hand, shivering in fear. Corey scoffed, “you make me sick.” He dragged his knife along Jared’s side, cutting just enough to hurt. No, not to kill. Not yet. Corey grinned wildly at the shaking man, “I’m gonna show you what happens to men like you, men who think they can harass a girl just cause she’s pretty.”

He moved his hand down, rubbing circles over your clit as he thrusted inside you again. You clenched around him as you felt his fingertips on you, bucking against him in the attempt to make him move faster. Corey growled, picking up the pace at your urging. “You look so good like this,” he said, “so pretty. And all mine. My pretty girl. My good girl.” He was in the mood to praise you until he ran out of things to say. Was it because he was jealous? He knew you would never have accepted the date offered by your coworker, but there was still a need to remind you that it was him that got you like this. Corey had half a mind to fuck you into your bed, folding your legs and using you over and over. Maybe another night, he thought.

Tonight, he would be a bit more gentle. He would show you how much he adored you, and how good you deserved to feel.

“Such a good girl,” he praised again, “my girl. My love. My everything.” You felt like crying at that, “and you’re my everything.” Corey smiled down at you, a genuine smile of the purest joy. He kissed you again, whispering, “I love you so much.” “I love you too,” you whispered back against his mouth. His thumb started rubbing you faster as he sped up his thrusts, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer like this. “Feel so good,” he moaned, “you feel so good around me.” “Corey,” you whined, “I’m close.” “Me too,” he whimpered, “I’m so close, too.” His thumb pressed and rubbed harder, desperate to make you cum before he did. Finally, he hit that spot that sent you over the edge, and you came with a whimper of his name. Corey came just seconds after, panting your name as he spilled inside of you.

The two of you leaned against the wall, holding each other gently. You could already feel the exhaustion of your day at work and your session with Corey finally hitting you. You yawned, signaling Corey that you were tired. He gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. He washed his hands in your bathroom after, making sure no blood was left behind. After you changed into one of his shirts you had stolen, he took your bloody clothes and threw them in your washer as well as his mechanic suit. The shirt he wore underneath was clean enough, and he settled down into your bed. You laid beside him, smiling as he pulled you in to cuddle. Corey’s soft breathing lulled you to sleep, and soon yours would cause him to drift off as well.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

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Between Us Episode 6 Commentary and Review

For my previous episode commentary can be found here.

If you aren't ready for the pain. Well, you're in good company because me either. Why do you guys do this to me? Why do you always want me to review the most painful shows? I think I'm surrounded not only by brats, but Sadists. I can't even take enjoyment in knowing that you all will suffer with me. No! Because all of you like this sort of shit. I hate it here.

Okay, enough eternal distractions. Let's do this. You ever wonder what it would be like to watch yourself on TV. No? Yeah, me either. Yes, this is absolutely me continuing to try and distract from what's about to happen. Ahhhh, no. Team. Oh, thank god for Win. It's the Hia that brings Win from concern to now angry. Oh, the chin grab is very Dom. It not only allows you to control the motion of the face, but dish out punishment as well. The bite of fingers into the face can be painful, but not necessarily overly harsh. It gets results and is something you can do in public with few recognizing what's going on. I personally am a huge fan of facial control.

I really feel for both of them At this moment. I get where are both coming from. Ah, there's that fist. I'm really glad that he didn't actually hit him, but I can for sure see why he was so pissed. Plus, being scared on top of that, who wouldn't lose control? But a Dom who fully loses control and actually swings on their submissive can go fuck themselves. You don't have what it takes to be a Dom then. The object is to have control, not lose it. It's like the shitty Doms who brag about making their submissive use their safe word. That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works, shitheads.

The moment he is standing there with his fist up and team is just waiting, says so much about him as a sub. The way Win pulls him into a hug and then communicates through his pain. Ugh, my heart. Team finally comes out of his shock and hugs him back. "My heart is torn apart." "What would happen to me if something happened to you?" You guys are destroying me and that kissed did not help. Fuck, but the acting is top tier.

Oh, silence as punishment. Ugh, can't say I blame him, though. I hate using it for discipline, but sometimes it's for the Doms benefit besides being an effective punishment. Use it too often, and it's abusive, but so is saying shit out of anger. Sometimes silence is needed to figure out your own feelings. The first thought you think isn't just instinct, but it can also be about your conditioning and how you are raised. It's your thoughts after that first instinct that are actually you versus upbringing. So yeah, it's only natural that sometimes it takes longer to sort all that out.

Shit guys! We just started and I've written an essay. Sorry new followers. Run for the hills! Okay, not cool Win, you interrupted. He was trying to explain himself, and you really lost an opportunity to learn here. Are you listening, Win. Can you pull out of your anger long enough to hear? You're going to be a shitty Dom if can't. Because that boy is going to need patience and understanding. Oh look, he is. Good. Awe poor baby. All punishment and no kisses, but look at him bringing you to his home and caring for you.

Oh, you shithead. Telling him that you should have let him drown. If he has a full-blown panic attack, I'm not forgiving you!!! You better fucking apologize! Don't, nobody, give me shit. He is past the point in which it is acceptable to make painful verbal strikes. What Team did was wrong, but he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt someone, whereas Win is. He is lucky that Team is so damn forgiving, unlike him. They both love each other so much.

Oh boy, she just said friend. She told you that Win brought a friend with him, and you're just going to jump on the bed. 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Team, he is getting so abused. They were cuddling under those covers, I just know it. Team like, yeah, who am I. I’m dead. Their facial expressions are hilarious. Okay little bro, you really grew on me last episode but this episode, you are sliding home. You are such a little sibling. Not that I did this shit At All. Nope. Never.

Look at him showing off his grades, it's so cute. If not, fucking sad as fuck. You don't show your paper and grades to your siblings unless they are the ones to raise you. Bless it. Fuck, shit, I called it. I knew I did, but that's besides the point! Fucking episode, you could stop killing me any time now. Ohhhh, I love this kid. He is so fucking astute. He knows exactly who Team is to Win, and he just accepts him. Invites him to come too. Don't know Team as well as you thought you did, huh, Win. I did notice that he calls him P' Team.

Okay... The whole calling out Prince's name had me laughing. That shit was funny. That was super cute. Dean and Win's friendship is bro goals. I adore them. If you guys only knew the amount of distractions I have going on around me right now. Oh damn, Win dealing with some flashbacks. Oh damn, the fear of losing something you love. Oh damn, the insecurities. Tell him Dean!!! I mean, Win you are relatable in your stupidity, but damn. You think you wouldn't feel it if something happened to Dean or your family? And he left. You are going to be real lucky if Team isn't petty.

Okay now they are cringy. Is he really dancing around, why spraying that on himself? WTF. Okay Steve!!! Look at you finally not being a third wheel. Win picked you for support? Are we about to see some redeeming qualities? Oh, thank god, his brother came. We might actually get some decent advice. Sorry, Steve, I mean T. rex. You're back to being the third wheel. Look on the bright side, you get to stare at your crush.

Oh, you are a couple, dumbass. Don't go getting twisted just because your panties are. Look, Steve isn't so bad. At least he gives good caring facial expressions. Poor Win, though, he's so fucking relatable. Okay, I need one of you guys to pull some good advice out your ass. I know he is having a moment, but to not pick up when your sub calls is just not done. I like Dean and Pharm and all, but I'm going to forward because I comment a lot about them in my UWMA reviews.

Just the two of us. Look, no offense, but I don't blame him for ditching you guys. My homework assignment for the two of you is to find some friends and learn to give advice. And I mean friends where you aren't the third wheel to, Steve. filler, filler, and more filler. They pretty though. I'll give them that.

Oh, damn. I really didn't want to see that. I could have done without so much details. Now I'm a little grateful for the respite of the filler. "Yeah, do it, I like it." That was cute. I also like how they constantly looked at each other. That's one of my favorite things. Okay, so is the snuggling. NO! I'm not crying. Your crying. If anybody actually reads all this, I'm going to be shocked. Anybody else want to punch, Win right now? Like not really because he is still a favorite character, but damn! I'm all up in my feels right now.

The product placement video!!! Loved it!!! Well, hope that those of you who were able to get through this long ass thing enjoy. As a reward, I give you the link to my newest smut scene.

Enjoy 💜💜💜

#between us #between us the series #between us kink #luta opinions #coconuts mafia

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Playing dangerous

A/N: Here’s another one-shot! (Maybe I’ll write something fluff too!)

Word count: 1.3k

You were wondering why Patrick dated someone else if he really wanted to stay with you, and when you asked him that, he got mad. After that argument, you didn’t have the opportunity to see him, but you have to confess, you were a bit happy about it. It seemed like he just wanted sex from you, but you were too distracted by his intriguing charm to understand that from the beginning. The idea of seeing him mad again scared you. His brown dark eyes would have devoured you with one look. You were trapped in his arms forever. It’s been three weeks since you last saw Bateman, you finally found a new job, you hated it though. You didn’t want to be a stripper, but you needed something to make you feel better after the long argument with him. You loved the cute pink underwear they gave you, but you were anxious because that was your first night at the club. The bright colored lights highlighted the stunning bodies of the dancers, you including of course, but the other girls were already dancing, it was the numerous presence of men watching you that made you move. You started to grind on the pole sensually, then you wrapped your legs about it, turning on the men in front of you. The spectators kept throwing money at you, God, you were so happy about it.

You were almost done working, when from the stage, you saw Patrick and his co-workers watching you and the other girls. You almost fell when you noticed how pissed off he was. You quickly collected the remaining money and ran to the back-stage. “Fuck!” You grunted watching yourself trough the mirror. You got up and went to the bar, hoping not to be seen by Bateman. “A Mojito, please!” You asked the bartender, he smiled and winked at you in response. Once he served you the drink you drank it immediately. You had to leave that place as fast as you could, but you didn’t because you found Patrick right next to you. “Well, Hello darling.” He greeted you with a fake smile. “H-hi Patrick..”

“I rented a VIP room, I’d like to spend time with you in there.” You just nodded and let him take you to that “luxury” room.

“Looks like someone broke Daddy’s rules.”

“I thought we weren’t together anymore..” You admitted in a low voice. He laughed like a maniac at your confession and got closer. “Oh my sweet Y/n.. Did you really think you could escape Daddy’s little games?” He murmured to your ear.

“What you want me to do?” You demanded afraid of what he would do to you.

“I just want to talk to you, right now. Soon you’ll be punished at my apartment.” You sighed and accepted what he said.

“I liked the way you moved, you should do it more often, but not here. From now on, in addition to the weekend, you will spend the whole week with me. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” He squeezed your ass. “Good girl.”

“What made you think we weren’t together anymore?” He lifted up your chin with his two long fingers. “After that argument, I asked you why you were still engaged to Evelyn.”

“I understand.”

“I’m so sorry Daddy..”

“It’s late to be sorry, Princess. You’ll make it up to me at my place.”

“When do we get to leave?” You asked impatiently.

“We’ll see. Now why don’t you show me something?” You sat on the table in front of him.

“Spread your legs.” He ordered while getting closer to you. You did as you were told. “Wider.” Bateman grunted, you in response spread your legs as much as possible.

“Show me.” You moved your panties to the side to show him your tight little pussy. Patrick bit his lip at the beautiful sight.

“God Y/n, you’ve got the face of an angel..” You melted at his affirmation“but you also got the body of a pornstar.” He couldn’t take it any longer so he had to stood up and grab your hand. “I think it’s time to go.”

You finally entered in Patrick’s apartment, you turned to look at him but suddenly you felt his tongue playing with your mouth. “Hmm!” You moaned trough the passionate kiss. “How dare you do this to me, filthy slut!” Bateman yelled scaring you for a second.

“I didn’t know you had the guts to do something like that.” He admitted spanking your ass. “P-Patrick, You treated me differently at the club!” You stammered, feeling his big hand on your pretty curves.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the security cameras? God, you’re pathetic.”

You were too nervous to look up at him, so you tried too keep your eyes close as his spanking became more painful. “P-please Daddy.. I’its- Ah! I-it’s enough..”

“Shut up you nasty! You know you can take it!” He then continued to hit your delicate skin.

“Get on your fucking knees, now.” You obeyed immediately and pulled down his pants and boxers.

His fully-erected cock made you tremble, but your Daddy simply didn’t care. In fact, he shoved it in your mouth with an hard trust. “F-fuck.. That’s right bitch! Hold me at the back of your fucking throat!” You needed some air and he understand that. “Uh-uh Princess, next time you’ll pay more attention.” Patrick then started to face-fuck you more violently. “Jesus! It gets so tight like this!” Bateman ran his hand trough his hair while watching his irresistible reflection in the mirror.

“You wanna make me cum, don’t you?” You nodded and sucked him faster. “You want it so bad, huh?” He then spanked you again. “No, you don’t get the taste of my cum, you bitch! This is a punishment, fuck. You get it?” You stood up frustrated by his cruel words.

He removed your soaked panties. “I can’t believe you got this wet by choking on my dick. You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Patrick then moved his finger on your clit and started rubbing it. You grabbed his shoulder for support before moaning in pure pleasure. He started finger-fucking you with his long fingers without any warning. “A-ahh! P-Patrick! I can’t hold it any longer!” Bateman just chuckled in response. “Aw, do you wanna cum?” His speed increased and you were about to fall. “Use your words, darling.”

“A-ahhh! Y-yes! Please let me cum! P-please Daddy!” You begged giving him a pitiful look.

“It’s a pity you don’t get to cum, no matter how much you beg.” You whined in reply and followed him in his bedroom. He kissed you roughly before pushing you on his big bed.

“I really like this bra, but it’s so unnecessary at the moment.” Patrick smirked before removing it with his mouth.

“Fuck, I just wanna taste this hard nipples right now.” He then started to kiss, lick suck and play with your exquisite breasts as you were silencing your moans in his expensive pillow.

He kissed you again before shoving in your succulent pussy his long, thick cock, without any warning. You drowned your nails in his back as you heard his muffled moans in your ear. “Mhm Y/n.. You might have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked..A-ah..” His trusts became faster and you kept screaming his name. “P-please Daddy.. A-ahh! Patrick! I really need to cum!” You reminded him, throwing your head backwards. “No.. you cum when I fill your pussy with cum!” You were so happy yet desperate at his affirmation. Bateman attacked your neck, leaving marks of course while his hands were squeezing your perfect tits. “I love you Patrick!” You told him and he murmured something in response.

“G-gonna cum so soon!” You caressed his cheeks while watching his fantastic lips. You realized you didn’t care he didn’t love you, because you adored him and the things he did to you. You smiled at the feeling of his warm seed inside your pussy. Patrick looked at you while you squirted all over his member.

“You really are important to me, Y/n.”

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Dragon Ball GT 48

✨GT Stands For Guilt Trip✨

Well, we finally made it to the home stretch. This is the Shadow Dragons Saga, the last arc in Dragon Ball GT. And it’s pretty fucking terrible, let’s make that clear up front. I was willing to be diplomatic about GT when I started. I was prepared to wade through the nonsense of the early episodes, and I let my interest in Tuffle lore keep me engaged with the Baby Saga, and I barely remembered the Super 17 Saga, so I powered through that one by sheer curiosity.

But the Shadow Dragons Saga sucks ass. I say this with zero respect to anyone who worked on this anime. This arc is like watching an oil spill happen. This arc is like the time I found a dead bird in the vent duct of my dryer. I’d rather go to the dentist than watch this crap, because at least it wouldn’t take as long.

I’ll be honest with you, dear reader, liveblogging GT has really worn me down. I wanted to cover this one for the sake of completion, and so I could have a handy reference to each episode in the future, and I also thought it could be a lot of fun to critique the show in a playful sort of way. But I didn’t take into account just how awful this show really was, or the mental toll it would take on me to spend so much time on it.

So from here on out, I’m just gonna augur in and get this over with. Strap yourselves in, because we’re about to see quite possibly the worst Dragon Ball saga ever made. I’m not sure if the individual episodes are worse than the ones we’ve seen so far, but the arc as a whole is a master class in how to piss away your audience’s goodwill.

✨"Good" "Ideas", Poorly Executed✨

Oh, where do I even begin? Okay, so when Dr. Gero opened up that portal between Hell and Earth, it caused all these disasters across the Earth, on top of the damage done by Super 17 and Gero’s allies. Dragon Team decided to summon Shenron to wish away all the death and destruction, but the Dragon Balls were cracked, and when they called Shenron, a bunch of smoke billowed out of the Balls, and a new, shady-looking Dragon emerged.

King Kai warned Goku that it wasn’t Shenron, but the dragon itself seemed to identify as the same Shenron that Dragon Team had used in the past. I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy, just changed beyond recognition. Anyway, this is sometimes referred to as “Smoke Shenron”, and he never actually does anything in this form. He just tells the good guys that he’s not going to be their “lapdog” any more, and then he takes the Dragon Balls and splits himself into seven parts, each one taking a Dragon Ball in a different direction.

One annoying part of this is how no one can agree on who’s going to explain this situation. King Kai starts, but then the Elder Supreme Kai cuts him off, but then he’s so furious about it that Kibitoshin has to explain it instead, and then Dende and Mr. Popo show up to add their thoughts. So I’m just going to give you the summary without getting into who says what.

During the Majin Buu Saga, Kibitoshin heard about the Earthling’s plans to use the Dragon Balls, but he seemed to have no idea what they were. Later, the Elder Kai caught wind of it, and expressed disapproval. According to him, the Dragon Balls were a special dispensation to Namekians, and should only be used sparingly. The idea of the Earth having its own set was bothersome to him, and he seemed uncomfortable about using them to undo the damage of the Buu crisis, even when he was one of the people resurrected by the wishes. In Dragon Ball Z, it sounded like he was just objecting to the whole thing on moral grounds.

But in this episode, we learn that his warnings we based on very real, very serious dangers. Each time you use the Dragon Balls, you introduce “minus energy” into them. This arc really lays it on thick with the terms “plus energy” and “minus energy”, so get used to that. I guess the deal is that it takes plus energy to grant a wish, so each time the Dragon Balls get used, they lose plus and gain minus? Fuck it, who cares? The point is that if they get used too often, the minus energy builds up inside the Dragon Balls, until they can’t contain it anymore, and this is what led to the events of this episode. The next time Shenron is summoned, he comes out looking all weird and instead of granting wishes, he buggers off to start destroying the world.

In theory, the Dragon Balls can safely release this pent-up minus energy after each wish, but it takes about a hundred years for that to happen. This is why the Dragon Balls scatter after each use. By the time anyone can find all seven of them again, centuries would have passed, and the minus energy from the previous wish would be gone.

However, that natural cooldown period got hijacked when Bulma invented the Dragon Radar. Thanks to her, the Dragon Balls could be gathered much more easily. Hell, just look at the last episode. Goku, Trunks, and Pan went to gather the Balls at the tail end of Episode 47 and it didn’t take any time at all. So over the past forty years, they’ve been making tons and tons of wishes, and that’s overloaded the Dragon Balls.

The danger now is that Shenron will destroy the Earth. I think there was a line about how it’s been cut off from the rest of the universe, but I’m not sure if I interpreted it correctly. There’s also some concern that Shenron might continue his rampage and destroy the rest of the universe as well. So Goku resolves to hunt down Shenron and kick his ass, which will presumably restore things to normal.

Okay, so that’s the premise. Here’s why it sucks.

1) This is just a retread of the Black Star Dragon Balls. I’ve already explained my gripes about the BS Dragon Balls, but the short version is that there was a prototype set of Dragon Balls hidden away for centuries, and using them can destroy the whole world, and Mr. Popo knew about them the whole time and never said anything. The BS Dragon Balls were written out of the story in Episode 40, so now we’ve returned to the classic Red Star Dragon Balls we’ve always known, and suddenly they turn out to have the same problem, where they’re too dangerous to use. So it’s not even original.

2) Why didn’t anyone say anything about this until now? This is the worst kind of retcon, the kind where new lore is introduced that doesn’t even remotely fit into the established history. As this episode states, the gang have been using the Dragon Balls for decades. During that time, they met Kami, who created the Dragon Balls, and other characters like Mr. Popo, Guru, Moori, and Dende, who know a great deal about creating and maintaining Dragon Balls. Throughout Dragon Ball and DBZ, characters will pose questions about the kinds of wishes they can make, and what rules apply, and the experts will mull it over and give clear, concise answers. On occasion, Shenron himself will counsel the characters who summon him, explaining the limitations of his powers and making helpful suggestions for how to word their wishes.

The point I’m making here is that the Dragon Balls are extremely user-friendly. The hard part is gathering them all together, but once you’ve done that, there’s plenty of guidance on how to use them and what not to do. And at no point did anyone ever bring up the dangers of overuse. And yet, when Episode 48 comes along, you have King Kai, Kibitoshin, the Elder Kai, and Mr. Popo all going “Yeah, you assholes blew it. You shouldn’t have used them so much.”

3) If the Dragon Balls need 100 years to reset, then why do they work the way they do? From the start, the Dragon Balls turn into stone for a year, after which they change back into orange crystal orbs and they can be used again. This was written into the story to explain why the characters can’t just constantly re-gather the Dragon Balls for continuous wishing. But it’s implied that this is a cooldown period to reset them for the next use. This is further clarified when Dende reactivates the Dragon Balls in the Cell Saga. They ask him to upgrade the Dragon Balls to grant three wishes instead of just one, and he can do it, but it means adjusting the “wishing power”. Shenron can’t be made to grant 800 wishes in one go, because there’s a limit to what he can do in one summoning. Porunga seems to have far greater capacity than Shenron, which is why he can resurrect people multiple times, restore whole planets, and always grant three wishes every 130 days. But I assume this is because he’s built different.

So there’s already a lot of logistical considerations built into the Dragon Ball concept. And yet this episode suggests that the 1-year cooldown is only one percent of the time the Dragon Balls actually need to reset. If that were true, then why didn’t Kami or Dende fix it so they turn to stone for 100 years instead of just one?

Also, this episode mentions how Dende upgraded the Dragon Balls to grant more wishes, which only compounded the problem. Well if Dende knew that was an issue, why the hell did he do it? And if he didn’t know, then how is he qualified to make and maintain Dragon Balls in the first place? Dende doesn’t have much to say in this episode, which doesn’t make any fucking sense, because he should know more about Dragon Balls than anyone else in the show. He’s a Dragon Type Namekian! He literally studied the art of making Dragon Balls! That’s why they recruited him to become the new Kami of Earth! Moori said all of this when he recommended Dende to Goku!

It really, really annoys me how this series keeps deferring to Mr. Popo for all of the Dragon Ball lore. Popo is an attendant to the reigning Kami of Earth. He’s not a Namekian, and everything he knows about Namekian culture and Dragon Balls, he learned from Kami, a Namekian. Dende is a Namekian. Everything he learned about Namekian culture and Dragong Balls, he learned on Namek. He knew all about this stuff before he came to Earth, and then he kept studying it afterward. And unlike Kami, Dende didn’t lose his memories of his people.

If this Shadow Dragon nonsense made any sense at all, then Dende should be the one explaining it to the others. Instead, they’re all explaining it to him, like he’s some idiot who never knew how any of this worked.

Seriously, how the fuck would Mr. Popo know about an evil dragon destroying another planet? He’s never left Earth. What would he know about any of this? I could see Dende reading about something like this in some book of Namekian legends, but not Popo. Hey, speaking of Dende...

4) Why don’t they just kill Dende? Everyone talks about this Shenron problem like it’s irreversible, but Shenron’s not invincible. King Piccolo killed him with a ki blast, and he’s a weakling compared to most of the characters in this show. But even if Shenron got stronger from all this minus energy, and killing Shenron isn’t an option, then why don’t they just kill Dende?

This has always been the way it works. When Nappa killed Piccolo, Kami died too, and the Dragon Balls were deactivated. When Guru died, the Namekian Dragon Balls were deactivated. When Kami and Piccolo fused into one, the Earth’s Dragon Balls were deactivated. According to GT, their fusion somehow reactivated the Black Star Dragon Balls, which is why Piccolo allowed himself to die in Episode 40, so they would never endanger anyone again. So it’s clear that the people making GT understood this concept.

Well then, the Earth’s Dragon Balls are under the stewardship of Dende now, so if he dies, they should stop working. This was a major plot point in the Buu Saga, where they needed to keep Dende alive in order to wish everyone back to life after Buu was defeated. Kill Dende, kill Shenron.

I’m not saying they should have actually gone through with this, but why doesn’t anyone bring it up? Or, a more humane option would be to break that sculpture of Shenron that Mr. Popo made. I’m pretty sure Kami and Dende always had the power to turn Shenron off when it suited their purposes. We never saw that put into practice, but the pecking order was always very clear. Shenron is not a “god” or a “mysterious legend”. He’s a magic familiar under the control of Dende. Shenron can’t do shit without Dende to allow it.

5) What about the Namekian Dragon Balls? If this is a problem on Earth, then why has it never been an issue on Namek, where the Dragon Balls can be used much more frequently? Do they just know how to avoid the problem, or do they wait 100 years between wishes? I ask this because we’ve seen Porunga grant a dozen wishes in about as many years. Oh, and in GT, they used Porunga again to restore the Earth after it exploded in Episode 40. So the Namekian Dragon Balls have been overused at least as badly as the Earth’s Dragon Balls. So where’s their Shadow Dragon problem?

But maybe I’m being too hard on this story. Yeah, there’s a lot of plot holes to this, but ultimately it comes down to a pretty cool angle. The final boss of Dragon Ball is the Dragon himself. Goku has to fight the Dragon to save the universe, and the Dragon has split into seven, which means Goku has to throw down with seven badass monsters, like some kind of awesome fantasy martial arts gauntlet. Right?

Right?

You’re shaking your head, are you saying that the Shadow Dragons are not badass monsters? Well that can’t be right, I’m sure that.... Oh. Oh.

6) The Shadow Dragons suck ass. Goku tracks down the first one and he looks like a joke. Then a rock falls on his toe and he cries out in pain, revealing that he doesn’t just look like a joke, he is a joke.

This is played off like some sort of “appearances can be deceiving” trope, where the moral is not to underestimate your foe. But that’s really not what this series needed at this stage. You kind of knew that the Shadow Dragons would get increasingly difficult with each one, so the very first one would be the weakest, but this is ridiculous. By the end, the last three give Super Saiyan 4 Goku a hard time, but the first four Shadow Dragons are total chumps. They play their tricks and give Goku some trouble, but not because of any physical strength they possess. And then you finally get to the “serious” Dragons at the end, and the fights suck, because GT is terrible at presenting fight scenes.

And this is what makes the arc so damned infuriating. The Saiyans Saga from Z worked because it opened with a devastating conflict--Goku dies, for goodness’ sake!-- and then it promises an even more terrible enemy will appear in one year. So the heroes train and the story winds on and the arc relies on this suspense. What are the two Saiyans going to do when they get here? How strong could they be? Can anything stop them? Then they finally arrive and the first thing they do is destroy a whole city. The second thing they do is kill several major characters. After it’s over, Goku spends the next several episodes in the hospital, because Vegeta broke every bone in his body! The Saiyans Saga did not fuck around, and the reason it’s such a classic is that it delivered on the hype.

The Shadow Dragons Saga is the polar opposite to this. This arc opens with dire warnings about seven monsters who will surely destroy the whole world, and it blunders the execution in every possible way. The last Shadow Dragon is the only one that really matters, and he throws a clock at Goku, just to give you an idea of how “intense” that battle is. You watch this garbage hoping that each new Shadow Dragon will redeem the disappointments that came before, and then you finally look up and notice that there are no more. All of the Shadow Dragons came and went, and they all sucked.

✨Positivity Page✨

There was a montage of all the wishes made over the years, so I guess that was pretty nice. I’ll be honest, it’s gonna be really hard to find anything nice to say about these next few episodes.

✨Is This Episode Worse than "The Roaming Lake"?✨

Yes. It is worse. The Roaming Lake is pretty much guaranteed to make a clean sweep of this thing. All hope is lost.

One major problem with this episode is that very little actually gets done. Most of the runtime is spent infodumping the Shadow Dragon concept, and I think I’ve already made my opinion on that very clear. They spent a lot of time explaining the thing, but they managed to avoid every question that I had about it.

The rest of the episode shows lots of pointless scenes of Shadow Dragons flying around the world, choosing their bases of operations and selecting their powers. One of them flies into a volcano and he’s going to be their fire guy. That sort of thing. Then Goku remembers he forgot the Dragon Radar, so Pan offers to let him have Giru, but only if she can tag along. Then they find Haze Shenron, who looks like the love child of a frog and a moldy potato.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Yeah, this show gets worse.

Don’t worry, though. We still have

Plenty of Giru.

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Wow. Happy year and some change to this story. Seriously, thank you guys for continuing to show attention to my work even though I’ve been gone a while. I was “going through it” as the kids say but now I’m in a new city with a new job and new friends! I didn’t wanna make this post too long so I split the final part into two. The last part will be posted shortly.

CW for some light swearing A series of misunderstandings involving a limousine and Spectra’s blog lead Jackson to the realization that he has way more friends than he thought.

Thursday

“JACKSON! HOLT!” Mama Hyde’s voice boomed from the upper floor of the house.

“OKAY BYE MOM I’MLEAVINGNOWLOVEYOU!” Jackson yelled back as he shut the door and literally sprinted down the walkway in the direction of the high school.

It hadn’t been his fault, really! He just wanted breakfast and that vase had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he had finished cleaning it up just a moment sooner, he may never have been found out. Jackson scoffed internally- for all that moms had freaked out when they learned that he and Holt knew about each other, they loved being able to reprimand them interchangeably and hold one accountable for the other’s actions. Which reminded him, he really should do something nice for Holt. It wasn’t really fair that he took the heat when Jackson was the one who lit some of Crossfade’s droppings on fire on the neighbor lady’s porch after she’d berated Draculaura and made her cry. He had no idea how his mother had found out in the first place, but maybe seeing Dracula on his porch that evening struggling to contain his laughter behind his tea while watching her frantically try to put it out had tipped her off. It was most of the reason he couldn’t bring himself to be too pissed at Holt about the car. Oh, and he should probably check with the rental company, Saturday was fast approaching and he wanted to make sure everything was in place for-

“OOF!”

He was pulled forcefully from his thoughts by his books scattering everywhere and his ass hitting the floor. He looked up to see who he had carelessly bumped into this time and cursed himself internally when his eyes fell upon a blush pink colored carnation and then a matching pair of eyes.

‘Oh my ghoul- I’m so sorry…Valentine!” He stuttered.

“That’s alright, darlin’. Just be more careful next time. Can’t have you fallin’ for me too hard.” He replied, smirking. He reached a hand down to help Jackson back to his feet, winked, and then was gone with a confident flourish.

Jackson picked up his belongings from the ground while trying to manage the flush he could feel creeping up onto his face, then heard a new voice from above.

“Y’know Jackson, maybe if you weren’t such a clumsy dork, I could actually stand to be seen with you.”

“Hey, Toralei.”

“Hey yourself, normie,” She hopped down from the top of the lockers to join him. “Didn’t know tall, dark, and sleazy had a thing for you.”

“Pfft. I doubt it. I think he just says that stuff to mess with me,” He replied, feeling the heat that had been slowly drawing from his face return in full force. “Besides, you can never really tell what that guy's intentions are.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like,“ Toralei stared thoughtfully in the direction Valentine had gone for a moment, before snapping out of it. “Hey, don’t you have PE with Manny and his goons this period?” She asked him.

“Yeah. we're playing flag football,” Jackson shuddered. “And no way can I convince Holt to stick this one out. He says that all the ‘sweaty stuff’ is for me to do since I love ‘handling balls’ so much. His words, not mine.”

Toralei laughed. “I have AP clawculus. How about we ditch instead?”

“Won’t we get in trouble?” Jackson asked. Though he did his fair share of rule breaking, it usually wasn’t intentional, and sometimes his inner teacher's pet jumped out at him still.

“Not if we don’t get caught, fool. Unless you’d rather go handle balls instead?” She teased.

“Hey!”

She cackled and tore off in the opposite direction, and he gave chase. They took several winding turns through the old building before throwing open a pair of glass double doors that lead out towards the dumpsters, and then continued onto a relatively secluded path leading to the woods behind Monster High. Jackson put a hand up to avoid being scratched by branches as they breached through the tree-line, eyes darting around when he realized he lost sight of her. Suddenly a flash of orange entered his peripheral vision, and then his life flashed in front of his eyes as he was flipped over to the ground on his back in a small clearing. Toralei laid herself down after him, lying beside him in the opposite direction.

“See? Told you it would be fine,” she said after taking a moment to settle down.

“Yeah, real stealthy,” Jackson replied, still reeling from his impact with the ground.

“Well we didn’t get caught, did we? And hey, you're getting pretty fast- Y’know for a human,” She quipped. Jackson tried not to flinch at those words, but she must have seen it anyway.

“Hey, I was just kidding!” She quickly tried to backpedal as her tone and expression softened in a way that was usually uncharacteristic of her. “You know I don’t think less of you for being half normie, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” He gave her a small but reassuring smile. “It’s just that a lot of other people…do.”

“Well, if they can’t look past what’s on the outside to see what you’re really like, they must be pretty fucking stupid,” Toralei responded, making a note to not bring it up again.

“Kinda like they do to you?” He asked.

“What?!”

“C’mon, Toralei, you may have everyone else fooled into thinking you’re all sharp claws and biting remarks, but not me. I see another side of you they don’t. Maybe if they just bothered looking a bit harder they’d find it,” he explained.

“And if you ever said that in public I’d claw out those pretty eyes of yours- but, God, you might be right,” she confessed. “Y’know I’m actually concerned about keeping my grades up now? I’ve even thought about college once or twice! I never really did that before I came here, or before I met Headmistress Bloodgood. Or before…I met you, really.”

“Hm. Maybe that side of you was always there, and you just couldn’t express it before,” replied Jackson, thoughtfully.

“Yeah, that’s true. I definitely didn’t grow up in the most nurturing environment. I know that no excuse, I don’t really mean to be all ‘sharp claws’, I just don’t really know any other way to treat people. Hell, it was a complete accident that we became friends.”

“Heh. Yeah. ‘Accident’”.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She snapped.

“Toralei, do you remember how we met? I found you in the bell-tower, sobbing.”

“Yeah, I remember. You asked if I was okay,” she recalled.

“Yeah, and then you said ‘pass me those tissues, sweater vest, I’ve has the worst fucking day.’” Jackson chuckled fondly at the memory. “You were completely unbothered with what I thought of you because I so obviously don’t ‘run this place’ as you put it. I was never someone you were in competition with so you never treated me that way. Maybe if you were like that with everyone, they could see you the way I do.”

“Even if I wanted to, that’s easier said than done,” She said after a moment. “If only things were different.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, if only things could be different.”

The two sat in prolonged silence after that, just staring up at the endless blue sky. If only. If only she’d had the pampered childhood her siblings got. If only he was his own person, free from his duality, and prejudices, and expectations. Eventually, Toralei looked over to find Jackson staring at her.

“What?” She asked.

“You really think my eyes are pretty?” He shot back.

“Oh my God! Shut the entire fuck up!” She yelled, scandalized.

Jacksons laughter echoed throughout the clearing, but was still drowned out by the sound of the school bell. He looked down at his phone.

“Oh man, that's the third block. We’ve been out here a while,” Jackson remarked, surprised.

“You got somewhere to be?” Toralei asked.

“No. we had all our graduation requirements out of the way already and they couldn't really figure out a spot for us with the influx of new students, so we have free period on Thursdays before lunch.”

Toralei scoffed. “I wish they would figure out a solid schedule. It's like they were so focused on getting more students to come here they had no plan for when they actually came. Scheduling my classes for this semester was a complete clusterfuck.”

“A clusterfuck is a small price to pay to be able to go to a school like this one, honestly,” Jackson replied. He shuddered a little thinking of his day at the human high school across town and the whole “halloween incident” as he and Holt dubbed it. “Maybe they should build an extension or something.”

“Ha! On our budget? I’m impressed there’s still working toilets sometimes!” Toralei proclaimed, laughing.

Their banter continued a while longer until it was nearly time for lunch.

“Hey, listen-” They both started at once.

“Oh, sorry! You first!” Jackson insisted.

“I heard what’s happening Saturday.” Torelei stated bluntly.

“What?! How?” Jackson asked, a little taken aback.

“It’s all over the Ghostly Gossip.” She replied.

“Oh. Of Course. Well, that’s actually kind of what I wanted to talk about. I didn’t want you to feel put off or anything.”

“Put. Off. Have you lost your fucking mind?!” She screamed at him.

“Woah! Where is this coming from? We’re just going as friends, but I didn’t think you’d be bothered anyway!” He defended.

“Just…Going…” Toralei struggled to process for a moment. Then burst into laughter. Jackson looked on, hopelessly confused. “Well, come on! We should be getting back now!” She grabbed his hand and led him back towards the building.

Upon re-entry, they were nearly run over by the rush of students trying to make it to lunch. He appears to have lost Toralei in the crowd, but was quickly accosted by Heath.

Hey, Bro! I saw you sneaking back in here with Toalei- mrrrreaw! What were you two doing?” He asked, shoving his elbow into Jackson’s ribcage.

“Nothing you would find exciting,” Jackson replied, rolling his eyes at his cousin’s crudeness. He never really appreciated Heath’s innuendos, or the way he spoke about women in general.

“Sure. Oh, I think Bloodgood is looking for you. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your little rendezvous, you can say you were with me.” Heath said.

“Thanks,” Jackson replied. He did appreciate Heath’s willingness to cover for him, though.

“You got it, dude!” He heard Heath yell after him as he made his way towards bloodgood’s office. He nodded towards Rochelle and Venus sitting in the hallway. They both waved back, looking a little apprehensive.

“Mr Jekyll! Please come in!” The Headmistress’s voice boomed from inside.

He entered and sat in front of her desk to face her.

“Very good. I have received a note from your doctor excusing you from gym class on account of your injury sustained in some kind of accident. A class which you appear to have been mysteriously absent from,” She said.

He withered a little under her stern gaze. “Oh, yeah, uh, I was doing independent lab work in the catacombs. Heath was with me,” He replied, nervously glancing up towards his helix piercing.

“Yes,” She continued, side eyeing him skeptically. “Anyway, It says you are to have this week's gym period off as well as the next. Is that correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Excellent. Do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything else to assist in the healing process. And Jackson?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re a very good student with a very bright future ahead of you. See to it that you continue attending your classes. Dismissed.”

“Okay. Thank you!” He responded before jumping up and hurrying out of the office, feeling her eyes on him as he went.

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Elsewhere, Torelai sat at her lunch table, poking at the wad of meat in front of her.

“It’s definitely beef,” Meawledy commented.

“Could be human for all we know,” Purrsephone replied.

They all glanced at each other and collectively pushed their trays towards the center of the table. The two younger were-cats began hissing as their table was approached, but Toralei put up a hand, making them stop. Cleo walked with the same confident stride she always did, and flanked by Frankie and Clawdeen, she definitely turned a few heads.

“Your royal highness,” Torelai drawled sarcastically. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We saw you fangin’ out with Jackson earlier,” Clawdeen spat almost accusingly.

“You didn’t go ruining the surprise, did you, hairball?” Cleo asked.

“Don’t get your bandages in a twist, I did no such thing!” Torelai replied in feigned shock. “I did learn something interesting though.”

“What’s that?” Frankie asked, bolts buzzing curiously.

Toralei thought for a second about what Jackson had said about not treating others like competition, but fuck that. This was way more fun.

“That’s for me to know, stitches, but I still plan on helping you. You know how I love to party.”

#monster high #jackson jekyll #Holt Hyde #toralei stripe #cleo de nile #toralei swears like a sailor #kieran valentine #mentions of jackson x valentine #also light toralei x jackson #can be read as platonic or romantic

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my thoughts on the hxh phantom rouge movie

pls do not take this too seriously i just wanna talk about things i noticed when watching it while sleep deprived last night 😊👍😊👍

🚨YAPPER ALERT🚨

-ik kurapika defo would’ve mentioned him at some point to gon and killua but how the fuck did they recognise (puppet) uvogin… like no hesitation….. did kurapika show them a picture or what

-why was kurapika so badly dumbed down and ooc in the movie it actually pissed me off (not really) like one of the main plot points is that the puppet guy (insufferable prick who I’ll get to later) used dead pairo to steal kurapika’s eyes but the issue is that he used pairo’s child self to lure him in like…. 🤨 based on the flashbacks i’m assuming kurapika was around 11-12 when the kurta clan massacre happened and pairo was probably either the same age or a year or two younger (i am not looking this up due to i can’t be bothered) so how the fuck did kurapika not question why his supposedly alive friend hadn’t aged a day in about five years

-especially as kurapika is mostly pretty level headed and logical so how would he not figure that out

-the timeline was confusing as hell to me bc based on uvo and pakunoda being dead in the movie and killua still having illumi’s manipulation needle i’d assume it’s anywhere between the end of the york new arc to the end of the greed island arc but thanks to the power scaling it’s really hard to tell ????????? like somehow gon and killua were basically unscathed after getting directly hit by uvo (the physically strongest member of the troupe) but basically just attacked by combining their nen and overall didn’t seem that strong like how strong are they meant to be by this point

-the townspeople in this movie are coming out on top in the idgaf war because the way none of them reacted to uvo demolishing a hospital… like no commotion. NADA. they just minded their business the entire movie (inspirational tbh)

-but also why was the hospital so desolate and why was kurapika the only one there

-the way only gon, killua and the blonde girl reacted to uvo fucking up the hospital while kurapika remained unbothered

-finally gonna talk about that ugly mf omokage

-he looks like a toxic love interest from an early 2000s dark fantasy harem anime

-like why was he in a completely different art style

-his ability soul doll or whatever it’s called is stupid op bc you’re telling me he can just create puppets of anyone he wants with their exact strength just like that ???????

-also what is the criteria for creating the puppets bc i swear they never explain how he’s able to create them

-like does he need their hair or what

-still confused on how kurapika used chain jail on him considering he isn’t a spider anymore (no clue how the limitations to his power were so flexible) #plotconvenience

-illumi looked uglier than usual in this movie especially at the beginning when he killed those kids

-hisoka’s hair being more orange than red also pissed me off

-we got one shalnark line in the movie tho 😍😍😍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 crumbs

-speaking of crumbs for a movie about the phantom troupe they had barely any screen time

-like barely even five minutes 💔

-lastly just wanna say how fuxking ugly the blonde girl’s puppet was i hate it so much

-lastly lastly ik i posted this already but the cgi fish made me giggle bc they look so out of place (ik i couldn’t do any better i just found them funny tee hee)

that’s it hope you enjoyed reading my complaints about a cash-grab anime movie 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕😜😜😜😜 can’t wait to watch the last mission tonight so i can complain about it tomorrow 💙 that’s what you get when you’re desperate for hxh content lols but like i said pls don’t take this too seriously okay mwah xoxoxo

#hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom rouge #phantom troupe #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #kurapika #leorio #this movie sucked ass but it’s fine #i know i’m a loser for writing a whole complaint post about it #basically just brain dumping so this won’t make sense #really don’t want to be known as the one who complains about hxh movies #but it’s fine #at least nobunaga looked good

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