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uwurakax · 7 months

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thank you tiktok for this thought, you are very much appreciated 💕

(obviously had to stick w my man bc like who else am i gonna be down bad for as much as him ykyk?)

but thinking about villain!oikawa and hero!reader:

you and oikawa at always at each others throats, basically the physical embodiment of "fighting like cats and dogs". he alludes you at every turn, laughing at your incompetence.

"is this who they send? how pitiful, don't make me laugh!"

yet despite how at odds you are with him, and regardless of how injured or hurt you get due to his antics, you're never really in any life threatening danger - at least not when he knows you can save yourself.

you hadn't fully recovered the last time you fought, body aching and still a bit sluggish, no where near how you would normally be on your rendezvous with him.

it doesn't take long for you to, in layman's terms, get your ass kicked. hauled through concrete walls of a decaying building, you find yourself trapped under the rubble. too exhausted and drained to move. in your peak physicality, you would've been able to. it doesn't take long for the already broken building to start crumbling down, and no matter how much you want to live, you've known your entire life this was a possibility.

dying a heroic death, fighting against evil seemed honourable.

so you close your eyes and resign yourself to fate...

until he shows up and in a blink of an eye, saves you.

you didn't know what to do after that, constantly thinking about why oikawa decided to save you from impending doom. the opportunity to dispose of his arch-nemesis and get away with, well anything he wanted, and yet...

you decide to lay low for a while, not only needing to start recovery, once again, but to take a break from.. well.. everything.

'it'll be nice to be normal for once, in forever' you think to yourself.

so after resting for a week, you head off for some much needed retail therapy. clothes, shoes, bags, jewellery. you hadn't treated yourself in such a long time, and being a hero sure had its perks; i.e the massive paycheck you receive.

you've already shopped for a little over an hour before a certain store catches your eye. mainly the mannequin wearing a beautiful satin blue, drawstring dress. you head inside, eager to at least try it on. it looked so beautiful in the window display after all!

you found the dress in your size on the rack rather quickly, practically skipping to the change rooms.

who knows, maybe you'd get lucky; your friends always did try to hassle you into going out with them, so who knows?

it didn't take long before the dress sat on your figure, hugging your curves in all the right places. but then the issues arose.

'it's way too short!' you tried pushing the dress down to no avail.

'it's too tight up on the chest' you tried adjusting and pulling on the straps, but it didn't make a difference.

you were grumbling to yourself, upset that you got excited over a dud.

taking one last look in the mirror, you turned around and you knew you definitely couldn't wear this out in public at all. the backside was shorter than the front which was awful, and you didn't realise how much of your back was exposed.

at least you tried it on, but this outfit was much too sexy for your taste.

you were about to take off the dress, hand on one of the sleeves before you heard the speaker in the store go off,

"go outside, now. or i'll blow up this entire street kay?~"

you could recognise his voice anywhere. what the hell was he doing here?! how did he even-?!

you were on autopilot, grabbing a hold of your oversized jumper to cover yourself. you had to hurry before he hurt anyone!

you were running out of the dressing room, attempting to put the jumper on before you heard the speaker go off again

"nuh uh, don't you dare put that on~"

#IM DOWN BAD YA'LL #HELP #IVE BEEN DOWN BAD BUT NEVER THIS DOWN BAD ON MAIN BEFORE AJSKKSKSKSKSK #BONKED? 💀😭#BUT FOR MY FELLOW OIKA GIRLIES #YOURE WELCOME ?? MAYBE IDK #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa hcs #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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The One Where They Go To Florida: Part 1 (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: What happens when 70+ frat boys decide to take a vacation to Florida during Spring Break? The adventure of a lifetime

Warnings: Dumb frat boy shenanigans, mentions of a sexual incident with an apple pie, Rhett giving the newbies some sex ed lessons etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @bradleybeachbabe @rhettabbotts

"Alrighty boys," Rhett said, pacing up and down the row of pledges who were seated before him. "First thing's first, Spring Break is the most important part of Greek Life and therefore it is critical that ya'll pay attention."

A few of them scratched a few notes in the notebooks they had been given while Rhett continued.

"Our destination this year?" Rhett continued, turning to the portable chalkboard behind him. "Florida Keys, the ultimate spring break destination for snowbird college students. Now mind you, you will very quickly see why this earned the nickname, Florida Fuckfest."

"Um.....Professor Abbott? Can you expand a little further on this?" one of the pledges chuckled.

"Oh thank you Toby, I'm actually glad you asked," Rhett answered, trying to keep it together. "The term was coined in 1984 by a former Delta Tau member after witnessing the usual spring break bacchanalia in Miami. Many, many things thoroughly fucked that year including a flagpole and........a warm apple pie."

Rhett and the others shuddered at the memory of the apple pie incident.......wouldn't be the first time something like that had happened in the Delta Tau house.

"Now I know most of ya'll probably have never made it with a girl before," Rhett elaborated. "Ain't no shame in that, your big brothers were once there before too. But we're here to get ya'll ready for the royal shithouse mess that is this trip. Kayce?"

Kayce stood up from the window seat and hauled out of the living room closet, everything that would be needed for the demonstration.

"Alrighty boys," Kayce said. "Ya'll got the Delta Tau sex manuals?"

The boys held up their manuals, save for poor Oliver Scott who was still slightly engrossed in it.

"Oliver?"

"Yeah?"

You poor little dude you," Rhett chuckled, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "If ya'll haven't memorized that by now, you're a lost cause."

Oliver gave him a slightly sheepish look through the heavy duty lenses of his glasses.

"We'll getcha there," Rhett promised him. "Don't worry, ya'll just need some extra help."

Rhett and Kayce set up a few mannequins in the living room, each one with a black lace bra and matching panties on it. No one had any idea what they were in for, only that they were being prepared for something that every Delta Tau would be faced with in the days leading up to spring break.

"Alright hotshots," Kayce said to the pledges. "Your training for Florida Fuckfest starts now. Your goal is to get the bras off these mannequins in less than thirty seconds, GO!!!"

The pledges each rushed for a mannequin, trying with all the speed they could muster to unhook the bras on the mannequins. Rhett and Kayce cheered them on, urging them to go faster and to not knock the mannequins to the floor. The oldest of the pledges had the best time, getting it off in less than fifteen seconds.

"Looks like ya'll did pretty good," Rhett remarked, eyeing their handwork. "But remember, ya'll will be handling real girls and what ya'll do with a dummy, you cannot do with a woman. Remember that."

The next task was a little less than pleasant, a little lesson that every pledge and college student in general feared.

"Alright boys," Rhett said to the pledges. "General rule of sex ed?"

"Wrap it before you tap it," the pledges answered.

"Always, always, always," Rhett reiterated. "Till one or more o' ya'll are married, absolutely no raw doggin and if ya'll happen to be gay, Foster will tell you the same thing. A.......that shit hurts like hell for some people and B........ya'll don't wanna risk anything unseemly or knockin your partner up."

It was all too apparent that the pledges were nervous as hell, even as they looked at the little wooden holders each containing a cucumber and a wrapped condom next to it.

"Your task, should you choose to accept it," Rhett informed them. "Will be to unwrap the condom and have it around the cucumber, same timing as before. In most cases ya'll might have less than that......so get to it my pretties."

Kayce started the timer and the boys hurried to get the condoms out of the wrapper and onto the ends of the cucumbers. It wasn't easy at all, some of them being put on backwards, some a little too small or some a little too clumsy for their own good.

As soon as the time was up, Rhett went up and down the line, inspecting their work. "Think we're gonna have to spend some extra time on this," he concluded.

The boys went through each and every lewd task as Kayce and Rhett each made a note of who had done well and who needed work. "Poor Oliver, dude," Rhett chuckled as he marked off the scores on a sheet. "This kid's strugglin real bad."

"Think he'll be able to make it in time?" Kayce asked. "I mean not all of'em did too bad."

Rhett sighed and ran his hands over his face. "We've got a long way to go," he said.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #kayce dutton #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range #outer range x yellowstone crossover

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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okay I have a request for an imagine if you were down to write it….. i love ur work 🥺 but i was shopping at victoria secret the other day & was looking at the lingerie, & i just imagined being there with mark & when you look at this one set for a few seconds too long he leans down & whispers something like “you want this one? you’d look so pretty. i’d eat you out for hours” & then of course you buy it in a heartbeat because ~he’ll eat u out duh~ & he takes you home & demands u put on the lingerie & he indeed eats you out. i’m so turned on for mark lmao

[4:59pm]

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: sexual touching, sexual talking, fingering, pussy eating, edging, overstimulation, pet names used: baby, babe

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it was yours and marks day off. so, as a free day, you and him decided to go to the mall. just to shop and spend money on things.

you and mark were walking past victoria secret and he noticed how you were side-eyeing the shop. “baby,” he stops which yanks your wrist as you walk ahead. “did you wanna go in there to see what you like?” you chew on your bottom lip.

“can we go in there?” you furrow your eyebrows. your eyes sparkling. “of course, baby. let’s go.” he nods his head towards the shop and leads you in.

hip-hop music was playing and a bunch of people where in the store, it was mainly women shopping alone or with their friends.

after walking for a little while, mark notices you eyeing items around. “baby,” he stops again, making you get yanked back. “i’m sorry.” he giggles softly. “do you see anything you like?” you shake your head and mark squints his eyes in a suspicious way.

“are you lying? i keep seeing your eyes eyeing things around us.” he looks down to see your feet nervously moving around. “cmon, baby. pick anything you want. i’ll pay.” you look up. pupils growing bigger by his offer.

“a—are you sure?” he chuckles softly and nods. “it’s all on me, baby. pick anything you want.” you look around then back at him. “anything?” you ask once again to make sure. “yes, anything.” he says while nodding.

he looks around and reaches for something. “go nuts.” he says handing you a bag. “what’s my limit?” you ask while looking at the small bag. “there’s no limit. again, go nuts.” god, your panties were on fire.

mark follows you like a lost puppy as you walk around again. checking for your size, picking things up and placing it in your bag.

“okay.” you sigh, stopping and turning around. this time, mark bumps into you. “i’m done.” you say holding up your bag. “okay, let’s see what you got.” you open the bag and mark takes a quick glance.

“wait,” he takes another glance before staring up at you. “babe, cmon. you can get anything.” he saw two bras and two panties. “but, i don’t wanna spend your money.” he hugs your waist.

“it’s our money, baby. my money is your money and your money is your money.” you smack his chest with a laugh and he laughs along.

“now, cmon. go pick things out— do you want me to pick some for you?” you tilt your head with a nod. “okay, give me the bag. i’ll carry it.” he takes the bag from your hold and walks around.

mark finds several sets that he imagined would look stunning on you. he finds your size and tosses them into the bag.

after mark finishes, he goes and finds you. “excuse me, excuse me.” mark says as he walks past people. his eyes brighten when seeing you standing by a mannequin that had a sexy shimmery lingerie set.

quietly, the man walks up to you and places a hand on your hip which scares you. “excuse me—? oh, mark.” you sigh into his touch.

he was focused on the diamond covered lingerie set. “god, that would look so sexy on you, baby.” he groans, reaching forward and feeling the gems on his thumb.

he looks at you with lust in his eyes. “did you want this one, baby?” you shake your head.

after all, the price was so high.

$150 for that set. no.

“no, it’s doesn’t seem so comfortable.” you sigh. “it looks kind of uncomfortable with the gems and.. yeah.” you shrug.

“baby,” he places both hands on your shoulders. “if you want it, tell me and i’ll get it for you.” you shake your head. “i’m okay, mark. i don’t want it.” he nods at your confirmation.

“can i see what you got me?” you quickly switch the subject. “mmm, you can see when we get home. it’s a surprise.” he winks and heads towards the cashier with you following.

mark pays for everything and takes you to eat once more before heading home.

“alright, baby.�� mark sighs after setting all the bags into the living room. “give me a little fashion show. i was see everything you got on you.” your heart melts.

you grab your bags and you head upstairs, changing into your clothes and making some outfits out of it.

mark praised you for each outfit.

“sexy.”

“hot.”

“adorable.”

“stunning.”

“delicious looking.”

finally. it got to the lingerie sets he had picked out— you as well, but mainly mark.

“um.. i don’t know if i.. um.” you say shyly from behind mark as you walk into the living room. “what wrong, babe? wow, you look.. wow. no words can describe how sexy you look right now.” you laugh, crossing your hands over your stomach.

“don’t cover yourself, baby. you look absolutely amazing.” he winks, pulling your hands away from belly.

“it’s embarrassing.” you sneer your top lip as mark pulls you onto his lap.

“it’s not embarrassing, baby.” he rubs your belly making you giggle and smack his hand. “don’t do that. like, ever again.” mark does it again making you kick your legs in the air. “stop, mark!” you push yourself off him and back onto your feet.

“okay, i’m sorry— but i really do think that this color looks nice on you.” he says snapping the bands of your panties. “ouch.” you rub the stinging spot.

the set was a navy blue, it was lace. the bra and panty had a mini flower in the middle of it.

“but i don’t match dark colors.” mark pulls you on his lap again. “you do, baby. trust me.” he takes your jaw and moves your head until his lips land on yours.

“didnt i say in the store that i was gonna eat you out in one of your sets?” you laugh, palm on his chest. “no, you didn’t. but if that’s still up for offer— i’d like to take it.” your voice sultry as you stare into his eyes.

“oh, it definitely is.” he says pulling your panties off and then standing up with you hanging onto him like a koala. he lays you on the couch and throws the panties behind him.

“look at this pretty pussy.” he says spreading your lips and seeing several strings of wetness. “mark, t—touch me.” you mutter with your knees up to your chest. “hold on, baby. wanna take my time with you.” he says rubbing your clit slowly.

it was so painful yet so pleasuring.

“mark, please?” you beg as he stares down at your pussy with full lust.

he glares up at you and smirks, slowly dipping his head and hovering his mouth over your pussy. “mark, please?” you beg again. his hot breath fanning over your pussy.

“mark—?” you gasp and clamp your legs shut as soon as you feel his mouth attach to your pussy. mark pulls away and slams your legs open. “open at all times.” he says warning you.

he dips his head again and begins to give long strokes on your slit. “m—mark!” you whine, “don’t tease me!” you whine again making him repeat his action from before.

“mark—?!” you stop whining once he wraps his mouth over your pussy.

his tongue pushing into your hole, lapping up your juice. his mouth sucking your clit.

mark earns a whiny moan from you when he sucks on your clit. “m—mark,” you draw out his name and he groans at how his name rolls off your tongue.

you arch your back as he slides in a finger. you grind your hips and he adds another. “y—yes, mark.” you gasp, pulling his hair and yanking it.

you let a cry out when he sucks your clit again. his fingers thrusting through your hole and causing more wetness to appear. it gives mark an opportunity to lap it up, slurping up the sweetness with a groan.

“m—mark, i—im cumming—! fuck!” your legs slowly begin to tremble. mark pins your leg down, holding your leg open as he sucks harder.

“mark!” you squeal, squeezing your legs around his head when cumming on his tongue. mark takes a good few minutes to lap it all up before pulling away.

“what a sweet girl,” he sighs, licking his two fingers. “wanna taste yourself?” you shake your head, tiredly. you were dozing off until he pushes his fingers past your lips. “mmm, aren’t you so yummy?” he coos, thrusting his fingers down your throat.

“i think my baby needs to wake up.” he leans down and presses a kiss on your clit which makes you wince. you forcefully open your eyes when hearing the clinks of his belt unbuckling.

“mark?” he shushes you and stands up, yanking his pants down that pool at his ankles.

“just let me take care of you, baby.”

#nctsplug02 #ash talks #anon #nct scenarios #nct smut #kpop imagines #nct imagines #nct 127 #kpop fluff #kpop smut #superm mark #mark fluff #nct mark #mark #mark smut #mark lee smut #mark lee

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lake-archive · 4 months

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Drabblecember Day 23 - Stealing Another's Sweater

Prompot List- Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Ramuann

Words: 600

“Uhh… Where did I put it again?” Ramuda mumbled as he was going through the closet in his studio. He swore he had placed his hoodie somewhere where he could find it easily and grab it once wanting to head out. And yet he was not finding it, no matter where he looked. The chair, the table and even on each mannequin, even the clothed ones. Maybe he had placed it somewhere else and he forgot. Surely it had to be around here, right!? That much he was more than certain of! He didn’t take it off anywhere else! Right?

Right! He just wore it and had taken it off when being about to get to work, especially since it would get too warm if he was to sit there non stop in it. “Maybe I’ll just ask Ann–Chan where—” Yet when about to finish that sentence something else shot into his mind. Right, Ann came over but he has not seen them since. Where were they? Did they leave? No, he would remember that. Was it his imagination or can they disappear into thin air? Was he so absorbed in his work that he had not noticed them leaving!?

Then again, he would get a quick answer when hearing something in the backroom. A voice mumbling something across the lines of: “Wait… This actually fits? Huh…” And the voice he should know better than anyone else here. Besides, who else could it be if not Ann? Unless someone entered without his permission or something and he didn’t notice. That aside, Ramuda decided to check out the backroom anyway, walking over and peeking in. “Hello~! Who’s hiding here~?” He said in his ever so cheerful tone and smile, only receiving a sudden gasp in response. He only tilted his head.

“Ah— Ra… Ramuda!? This isn’t what it looks like!” The brunette tried to excuse, as if in a rush while trying to take something off. He took a good look, a quick glance and he got all the answers he needed to be honest. Though he found the sight more amusing than upsetting, even entering the room with a grin more cheerful than before. He even nearly hopped inside. “Ah, there you are Ann–Chan! And my hoodie too!” He responded, unbothered in every sense of the word. “Ah— L… Listen I—” They were trying to explain yet he shushed them.

“Hey, it’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong~” He interrupted before eyeing them up and down, taking a closer look. Them in his hoodie… A sight he never expected he needed but here it was, them wearing it but here they were and he was actually enjoying every second of it. In fact, he never thought Ann would be the type of partner who would just sneak around and steal a man’s hoodie or something like that. It was actually really adorable. “Do you want one for yourself? I can make one fitting you perfectly~” He suggested ever so carefree.

Their own eyes widened for a moment, taking in what he said before turning all red in one go, then shaking their head at first. “No no no! No need! I’ll just—” They were about to say yet he interrupted them quickly. “Hey, it’s fine. I don’t mind one bit! But if you wanted to try it on you could’ve just asked you know~” — “Eh? Well, I guess but…” – “Stealing is a big no no! You know… Maybe I should punish you for it first~” — “Punish!?” They repeated in a shock, only for him to laugh shortly after. “Just kidding~”

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randoediot · 6 months

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Talk about your ocs? Cool facts? Interesting facts? Robot material composition?

oh man... where to even begin... so far, i have in a total of 4, 2 of which haven't had any drawings in a little while made of them - Phroggy the frog: the froggiest of fat lasses, possesses a tongue that she has incredible control over, which can be mistaken for a tentacle with the way she moves it. a goddess of expansions and corpulence, with literally no size limit, which naturally, causes a hell of a lot of shenanigans Fun fact: once, at a reunion party, she had to shrink down to the size that her old acquaintances last saw her at and get herself a big, dark dress to go with, and she managed to meet up at the party the party was a massive bust for her, so she left early; the moment she got home, she instantly plumped up back to the size you usually see me depict, and said to the robutt:

"I'm gonna need to be fed, to the point where this dress is left in tatters, because that will be the only saving grace for tonight's ordeal." Another fun fact: before she left, she asked one of her more known acquaintances to meet up with her at a park, so that she can show herself off for a bit, which included her expansion abilities. She then proceeded to instantly put on like, 400 kg in an instant. The acquaintance got so shocked and flustered by this that they almost went insane trying to comprehend as to how she did that. Yet another fun fact: her favorite place to go doesn't exist on planet Earth, as it is a sort of hot waterfall that is placed at the edge of the universe. - Ediot the robutt: born out of a project for research of machine sentience, they were also the first one to, apparently, desire a bigger, softer body from the start. For which, the materials were provided by Dr. Shelley "Pebble" Shingleton, originally meant as a way stronger and more versatile, long lasting, and a hell of a lot more durable material than the strongest rubber and metal Fun fact: the whole project for machine sentience research all started from a prank that Shelley's research team pulled on their supervisor, which involved a mannequin made from the exact same material that the robutt is made out of, and inflated to the point of filling out the entirety of the supervisor's office. Another fun fact: the robutt's belly contains a glowing, viscous jelly that is an extremely potent fattening agent. It is reported to taste sweet, smooth and delicious, with lots describing it as more-ish as well Dr. Shelley "Pebble" Shingleton: an astronaut, a test pilot, materials' research and developer and deep space explorer, this Sand Hare is also known for their peculiarly strong bite, capable of chomping off tungsten with how you chew gum. An accomplished scientist and pioneer, they've also been one of the few members to participate in a machine sentience research project, giving consciousness to the beings of silicon, circuit and wire. Fun fact: despite being technically their creator, the bnnuy and the robutt are on very equal terms Another fun fact: one of their worst moments to ever happen, as described by them, was a deorbiting and fall of a 10,000 man space station back to Earth, with massive swaths of land, stretching all across the globe, being bombarded and impacted by the space debris. Yuna Higgins: a coastal engineer and researcher, whom is also, a balloon gal, capable of inflating on her own accord at any time, having helped with a couple coastal dam projects around her area Fun fact: she can dish it, but can't take it, meaning that she might even inflate to room size, if you get her flustered enough

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aberrant-webnovel · 6 months

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Chapter 6 - Lime

Content Warning: Threatening with a firearm, profanity

Chapter 6 - Lime

I live in the West District. There's a lot of residential zones that are used primarily by Vault Breakers and their families in the West. My mom lived there with the Dirge family for a long time, but moved into my father's home when they got married. Right now, it's just her and I in that house.

To get to where I live, there's a short ride on the tram. It's a magnetic rail system elevated above the city that takes passengers from station to station.

Silva used an elevator to get me up to the tram while I was still wheelchair bound. I'm not entirely used to being helped this much, but I really still was in too much pain to walk.

Once we got on the tram, we found a comfortable place to stay for the ride. Most of the bench seating has an opening at the sides that we can get the chair to fit into. Since there was one other person on the tram before us, we found seats a bit away so as not to be a bother.

A woman with a very slender figure sat on a bench in the center of the tram. She wore a dark green tank top and desert camo cargo pants. It was coincidentally similar to my own outfit. I had a blank white t-shirt on, but the same pants. We both wore combat boots, too. She seemed to have dozed off, hanging her head down but still comfortably leaning back in her seat. She had a vibrant green color in her hair. Like a bright lime. Must be a pain to maintain it. I'm sure the dye isn't cheap. The left side was buzzed down. The right was a little messy and had an undercut.

Best to not study her too much, though. Not trying to gawk at some random lady on the tram.

"You seem to be holding up great, Silva. How are you feeling after all that testing, though?"

"Well I'm beyond exhausted. Getting you home is the last thing for me today. I'm going to head straight home and go to sleep."

"Isn't your mom home though? How are you gonna handle telling her about today? After all, you disappeared all day without a word."

"You're right. I didn't think about it at all. But I'll be fine. She'll be mad, but not forever. Dad will talk her down when he comes home. Whenever that is."

"I wish you luck, Miss E-Ranker."

"Ah, yes. Thank you Mr. C-Ranker."

We found ourselves saluting each other the same way. We put a flat hand up to our brow and made a stern face when we spoke. That stern look broke into a laughter.

"You two aren't aware at all of how loud you laugh, are ya?"

I heard a voice from the other side of the tram. The green-haired woman was looking right at me, icy blue eyes piercing through me.

"Oh, sorry! We didn't mean to wake you!"

Silva responded pretty quickly. I was frozen by the stare.

"I wasn't sleeping. Just waiting for my stop."

"Oh, I see. Still, sorry for being a bother."

She lifted her arm and pointed a finger at me.

"You. You're a C-Ranker? What corps?"

"Yeah, Runner corp. I just got evaluated today."

"Don't fuck with me, you little shit!"

This woman now stood and took a step in our direction.

"What? I'm sorry!"

"Ain't a fuckin person in history gets thrown into that rank on their first day. Why the fuck would you say some dumb shit like that!?"

"Not a lie, miss! It's the truth!"

I had thrown my hands up like a surrender, but not very high. It hurt to lift them much so I just put my hands up by my cheeks in a panic.

"Hey, back off!"

Silva shot up from her seat and stepped towards her.

"Whoa, hold up!"

"No, Ymir. I have no idea who she thinks he is calling us liars and shouting at us like that. I don't want to put up with that!"

A cold stare went from Silva directly at the woman in the tram with us. Silva was like this. Usually very reserved and kind, but has a bit of a hot head when confronted by aggression.

"Fuck off girl. If you really did testing, how did a skinny kid like you even make it to E? Shoulda been left at F."

"I barely see an ounce of muscle on you, you fucking mannequin."

Silva wasn't very eloquent when she got into a fight. [You fucking mannequin] is my new favorite insult she's come up with, though.

The sound of gears whirring and shifting metal scraping was instant. The woman put her arm forward and showed us as it transformed. Half of the forearm split. An unidentifiable set of machinery and solid black panels came out in a rush, unfolding and piecing together. It was a modular hand cannon. The size of the barrel looked like it could fire a shotgun slug. The process took roughly two seconds.

Now a barrel of a gun is pointed at Silva's head.

I couldn't stop my body from moving. I slipped passed my cousin and stood in front of her.

The barrel was now only inches from my forehead.

I spread my arms and ignored the screaming pain of my ribs. I made sure that Silva stayed behind me. This was my instinct at work.

"You're quick. And with three broken ribs? Stim inside you hasn't quite patched you up yet."

"How do you know that?"

"Augment in my eyes. Analysis toolkit. 'Mr. C-Ranker' doesn't know that?"

This whole time, everyone's bodies were frozen still. I just talked frankly with this woman.

"Runner augments aren't things that civvies get to learn much about. I just enlisted today."

"You really sticking with that bullshit story, then?"

"Yeah. Cuz I'm not lying."

She lowered the barrel of her gun. It dismantled, folded into a bunch of parts, and then went back inside the compartment in her arm.

"I'll believe it when I see it. And I bet I'm never seeing your ass again."

"Get ready to be disappointed."

She turned and walked away from me without a final response to my last taunt. She just went over by the doors and waited there.

I could see the tram getting ready to pull into the station. It began to slow in speed just a bit. That made me lose my balance.

The pain was setting in now so I failed to hold my body in place. I fell forward, but was stopped.

Two arms wrapped around me, one around my chest, one around my back. Silva caught me.

"Ow! Thanks for that."

"Let's get you back in your seat."

She helped me back to the chair and wheeled me out of the little nook I was in.

The tram was just coming to a stop. Once the doors opened, the lime-haired woman exited and hurriedly stepped away to wherever she needed to go.

This was our stop too so Silva and I left the tram and took an elevator down to the ground level.

The station wasn't super tall over in the West District so the other lady probably took the stares to avoid us.

From here, Silva and I had about a fifteen minute walk to where I lived.

"That lady was intense."

"I'm worried about what's going to happen when you see her at HQ."

"Doubt she'll have the nerve to pull a gun on me there. Out of her arm."

"Are you going to get stuff like that on your body?"

"I don't know. I haven't ever gotten to see what exactly Runner's have access to."

"Don't lose yourself in it, okay? I want you to be more you than machine."

"I promise."

We talked casually while we walked the rest of the way. Then we arrived.

My home was rather modest. Two stories. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms. Cheap, but comfy furnishings. My father bought it when he cleared his first Vault. The majority of homes in this neighborhood were built of a special concrete mix and rebar. The rebar frame was was sturdy on its own, but the concrete had a substance engineered with Vault tech which would reduce the shock from seismic activity and made it almost entirely immune to erosion. My mom wanted it painted when she moved in since she thought the concrete color was ugly. Now it's a color like sand in the desert. I like it.

"You sure you don't want to stay over tonight? The guest room is still prepared from the last time you stayed over."

"I don't want to get Auntie Del in trouble with my mom. I really should go home."

"Stay for dinner?"

"I could eat."

Silva wheeled me up to the door of my house.

I can't wait to give mom the news.

#horrror #scifi #thriller #novel #webnovel #original fiction #original story #original characters #original work #putting myself out there #reblogs are appreciated #minors dni

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Every Bit Of You (A HatterHare Fic)

*falls out of sky* *lands ungracefully on tea table* Hi! I’ve seen that some people in the AiW HatterHare fandom don’t really read fic for them unless it’s a fun lil romp a la the show, and that’s fair, but I’m not very good at writing fluff of that variety so I didn’t. This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while, basically since I watched “He’s Not Heavy, He’s My Hatter” bc I think they went a joke or a few too far in that episode, but also because I was having a bit of a rough time (still am, but that’s another story) and it’s a bit of projection/venting. CW for this: body image issues, some negative thoughts about appearance/weight/food. If the warning does not contain anything that you don’t want to read or would be upset by reading, go forth.

Hatter stared at himself in the mirror. He was dressed down to his undershirt and a pair of polka-dotted sleeping pants, and he had finally taken off that day’s coat of mauve lipstick about five minutes ago. His hat hung on a mannequin head attached to the wall, his strawberry-blonde hair slightly mussed without it.

Had he gained a few pounds? He examined his figure, frowning slightly. Hare had shared a new carrot soufflé recipe with him and he had definitely eaten a bit more in the past couple of days than usual. What could he say—having a hare for a husband had, among other things, convinced him of the deliciousness of root vegetables.

Hatter sighed. He hated to lose his trim shape, even temporarily; he wasn’t sure he had the eye appeal to spare. He didn’t think there was anything particularly unique about his face (unless maybe it was that his eyebrows were so big and wild), but he could always count on his slim physique to make him feel attractive.

Hare exited the bathroom, hair and ears slightly damp, with his freshly-showered waterlily scent clinging to him and filling the room. “Something wrong, Hatter?” he asked, pausing to tilt his head and tap the water out of one ear.

“I’m just…having one of those days,” Hatter answered, his shoulders slumping. “Nothing seems right, especially me.”

Hare immediately came over and wrapped his arms around Hatter’s waist, meeting his eyes through the mirror glass. “You’re all rights to me,” he said gently, kissing Hatter’s shoulder. “But go on, tell me what you’re feeling insecure about. Maybe I can help.”

Hatter, for once, was at a complete loss for words. It wasn’t that Hare didn’t have his own worries about his looks—he did, being one of only two bunny-like creatures in Wonderland, and he was vocal about those feelings when they became particularly acute. It was more that Hatter was used to being there for Hare, when his anxieties flared, and despite knowing that Hare would understand, he didn’t know what to say.

So he just took Hare’s hands and placed them on his own midsection, which was undeniably a bit softer to the touch than it had been a week ago.

Hare smiled, tracing the planes of Hatter’s stomach beneath his shirt. “First of all, you look very cute,” he said. “I know it’s not enough, but you do.” And it wasn’t, Hare was right; not for getting rid of that nagging, lingering, sharp little part of Hatter’s mind that kept whispering you aren’t handsome enough—but he still felt the usual warmth that came with one of Hare’s frequent compliments. “Second, I don’t care what shape you are. I don’t care how much you weigh or how much you eat. You are always handsome to me, and I don’t compare you to yourself.”

Hatter managed a small half-smile back, though he couldn’t quite take his eyes off the reflection in the mirror.

“I love this little bit of softness here that tells me you really like my Hare-family recipes.” Hare moved one hand to trip along the curve of Hatter’s bicep. “I love that you’ve got extra muscles here from lifting teapots and teakettles and heavy mixing bowls.” He nudged the back of Hatter’s right leg with his foot. “I love the scar here from when we rode a shopping cart down that big hill.”

Hare went and stood between Hatter and the mirror, taking his hands. “And whatever else your body looks like in the future, I will love that, too.”

So it still didn’t smooth over everything pricking in Hatter’s brain—he knew that wasn’t that easy. But he was able to lie in bed, with his arms wrapped tightly around Hare, reassured that Hare wasn’t thinking about him the way he thought about himself. And that was a comfort.

#adventures in wonderland #aiw1992 #mad hatter #march hare #hatterhare #march madness #hat hare #hatter x hare #hare x hatter #March hare x mad hatter #mad hatter x March hare #aiw fic #cw: body image issues #cw: negative thoughts about food/weight/appearance #projection #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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therealbattleangel · 2 years

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ah!! i saw requests were open! i had this idea a while back where y/n walks in on louis (ives) while he's in the red dress he wore in the movie? And louis is really scared of their reaction but they both end up really liking it? idk that man just needs more appreciation. but feel free to ignore this heh,

love your writing!!!

Beautiful Red Dress - Louis Ives x GN!Reader

TW: Just pure fluff :)

(Requests Open !)

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Louis, ever since he can remember, has had a fascination with feminine clothing. He loved the idea of dressing up like a woman would, just to see what he would look like. But he has always been forced to push down this desire. He didn’t want anyone to find out and it stayed like that for a while. But when he got with his partner, he felt different. He never really felt comfortable around anyone, even his closest friends. But when he met Y/N, he finally did feel safe. He felt safe and loved and understood. But he still hadn’t brought up his secret interest, scared that he would end up losing the only person he felt safe around. He was scared that they would end up leaving him just like everyone else did. What if they were disgusted? Terrified? He tries not to think about it.

But today was going to be different. The day before, Louis had passed by a clothing store with a mannequin in the window. He stopped in his tracks when he saw it. It was a beautiful red dress and Louis fell in love with it, quickly going in and buying it without letting himself think too deeply about it. He needed to tell Y/N about this side of him. He couldn’t keep it bottled up inside of him any longer. He then asked if Y/N could come back with him to his place to see something. They agreed, letting him lead the way before they both arrived at his place. Once there, Louis went into his bedroom, telling Y/N to sit down on the couch and wait for them.

Louis went into his bedroom and began to have a meltdown. What was he doing? Y/N would never accept him, not like this. He was still so ashamed of this weird urge he had. He forced himself to continue with his original plan, slowly taking off his suit and changing into the dress. But when he looked at himself, he widened his eyes. He… He loved it. Then he heard the door open and saw Y/N standing in the doorframe, eyes wide. Louis began to panic “Y/N, w-wait, don’t go. I can e-explain” he said before he saw them slowly smile “you look beautiful, Louis” they said gently.

Louis suddenly felt all of his worries slip away. He was beautiful. He quickly ran over to Y/N, wrapping his arms around them before he began to cry into their shoulder. “I was so scared,” he cried out. Y/N frowned “oh baby, really? About what? Me judging you? How could I not love this? You look so happy” they said as they gently ran their fingers through Louis’ hair. He sniffled before nodding “I love you. I just… I thought you might leave like everyone else” he said quietly. Y/N then gently pulled his head so they were now looking eye to eye “Louis, I will never leave you. I love you” they said. Louis then smiled back at Y/N. He was finally safe, safe to be himself. Every part of himself. Y/N loved him and that is all he has ever wanted. “I love you too,” he said.

They spent the rest of the day out shopping, Y/N deciding to spoil their beautiful partner with whatever he wanted. Any dress, shirt, skirt, piece of makeup, shoes, anything. They wanted to see Louis happy and confident so they were ready to buy anything in the world to make that happen. And Louis felt beautiful. He felt beautiful and loved and for the first time, he felt safe to be himself. And he was happy.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! I didn't know how to deal with Louis' gender identity so I just went with he/him pronouns for Louis and then gender neutral for the reader. I hope it was okay. Also it is a bit on the short side compared to most of my other works so apologies

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano imagines #paul dano fanfic #louis ives #louis ives x reader #danonation #the extra man

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shadowqueen402 · 1 year

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Amaunts Fatale: Part 2

(Meanwhile, in an unknown location)

A mysterious yet tall being sat at his desk, humming impatiently. He sorted through the files, his six eyes landing on one file of Balan, one file of Lance, and one file of…NiGHTS. He perked up when he heard a knock on the door. "Enter," He boomed to the person outside.

The door opened to reveal a being that wore a red striped jester hat and a black suit over a red shirt. "Master Wizeman, I have located Balan, Lance, and NiGHTS," The being said to him.

"And where is NiGHTS?" Wizeman asked.

"They choose to work alongside with Balan." The being bowed to Wizeman. "Their motives are not known yet."

"I see," Wizeman said. "And what of Balan and Lance? What have you learned?"

"Lance is luring certain people to his hideout," The being said. "But Balan seeks to stop them."

"Since you are here, I will give you your orders." Wizeman stood up. "Find out why Lance is luring people to his hideout and report back to me. Do not fail me, Reala."

"I won't let you down, Master Wizeman." The being, Reala, bowed once more. Then he turned around and left the room.

(Meanwhile, back at Balan's hideout)

In the training room, Balan showed Leo various revolvers and pistols. Leo could have sworn he felt like a child that was being exposed to stuff that he shouldn't go near. "Part of being a member of the Mafia means that you must know self-defense at best," Balan explained. "With these, we will put your skills to the test."

"Will I be able to have my signature weapon if I succeed?" Leo asked.

"Yes, but it would depend on which weapon you are more skilled with in training," Aria explained. "That being said, it's possible for you to possess both weapons if you prove to be equally skilled in wielding them."

"Or you can choose to get a special weapon like me," NiGHTS said. "After Balan trained me, he let me choose which weapon I could have." She pulled out her weapon which had a long silver staff and a three-pointed silver and purple blade. "Balan has plenty, trust me."

"Now since that's out of the way, are you ready to start your training for the day?" Balan asked.

Leo nodded before he picked up a revolver. "I'm ready now, Balan."

Balan snapped his fingers as a bunch of shooting mannequins appeared and started moving. "Now let's test your aim, shall we? We will then know how good you are at handling weaponry."

(Meanwhile with Reala)

It took Reala a while, but he was able to locate Lance's hideout. He hid in a place where Lance wouldn't suspect a thing. With a voice recorder, he carefully eavesdropped in his conversation.

"What do you mean that the girl still won't drink it?" Lance asked someone. "She is becoming more stubborn bit by bit. The others had no problem doing so. But this girl is proving to be a problem, you know."

Reala was a bit perplexed. What kind of drink was Lance talking about? However, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Lance say some more.

"My dear brother has three allies working with him, you say?" There was slight intrigue in his tone. "Odds are, they'll just be in the way."

Reala blinked, learning a new topic. This would definitely be something that his master would want to hear. But it seemed that Lance wasn't done yet. "With the right amount of servants, we'll triumph over Balan and take control over Timeville. This is no threat, but rather a will."

Now that he learned this information, he flew back to his hideout where his master awaits. After all, he now got what he was looking for. And he did not want to keep his master waiting.

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #fanfic #ocs #balan #leo craig #nights sega #wizeman #reala #crossover #alternate universe #lance

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the-pessimists-paradigm · 3 days

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Into the Abyss

Chapter Six

(TW: Substance abuse, mental health struggles, confrontation with authority, physical restraint and confinement)

I let out some air when I got in the car. Why bother? Why try? Why arrest me when there are other dealers out there? Dealers, not criminals, all have their reasons. Why send me to rehab? Sure, I was consuming some of my stock, but why send me to such a cold place? I should’ve just run away, instead of letting it consume me. Sadly, I still had to suffer the consequences, but it was worth it for a while.

Rehab was a whole other story. Once I got out of the car, I was shipped off like a package into a facility. Two weeks felt like a decade, sitting in that chair, explaining my circumstances to some old bastard with a balding head. Telling others about my emotions, however shallow they were. Listening to their stories and following orders. Needles stuck in my veins, depressed and tired. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I became an outpatient, even though I wanted to jump out of the window and break the hospital equipment. Farewell to the people, I am forced to identify with. Some of them had similar stories, just wanting to have fun and get rich. But I was never addicted, no withdrawals, no cravings, nothing. Right?

No matter how much I pleaded that I was fine, they wouldn’t listen. Off I went to psychotherapy, being chased by a mob of professionals, pills, and my mood. Healthcare workers would just ask me how my day was going. That would make me trust them, even though they just wanted to harm me. They stopped my fun, stole my money, and forced a diagnosis upon me. I don’t want help. I don’t need it. Back again, I spiraled into medication. Swallowing pills like a donkey eats a carrot was hopeless. My mood used to exist, although unstable. However, now, it is simply non-existent, in a pitch-black void where I can’t retrieve it. Sure, I’m not using drugs, but my happiness is flat. Is that worth it? I’ll give that old guy a piece of my mind, once a well-decorated cake, now an unsightly muffin.

Ah, my old psychiatrist, a greying man who aged like milk. He never seemed fit to be a psychiatrist, but here he was, had a face like stone. His office was like him, personally designed, with beige walls with oak wood floors, and a small VHS player in the corner his name etched onto a gold prism on his desk, Alvin. What a fun name for a not-so-fun guy. I feel somewhat numb right now, not as angry as I thought I would be. But the pills don’t always work.

Screech! The old door nearly falls off its hinges as I barge and tell him just what he did to me. Sweat drips down his forehead as he clutches his phone like a grandmother in shock. Everything feels shaky as my breathing becomes shallow. I detail everything, for example, why must I have some arbitrary diagnosis when I was simply missing my friend? Or, why should an aging fart like you be a psychiatrist when you can’t even comprehend the struggles of the younger generation?

He sighs, looking exasperated. I’m seeing red as I charge towards him, heart racing, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Quiet beeping removes me from my trance. Hushed whispers and raspy tones What is it with these annoying men? First, the principal, that undercover cop, and now him. I roll my eyes as I’m being dragged by security. Ah, another statistic, maybe they should make a documentary about me.

There’s no fighting fate. Rough hands ply me from the grips of what just happened, bound to leave marks. Murmurs swirl around me in an ocean of confusion, the guards appearing fish-like. Silence leaves its mark as they aren’t yelling. I comply with their demands. Mannequin-like upon a stretcher, I exhale as my eyes close. Why should I care? I am indifferent, neither happy nor unhappy as I stand to be put in a straitjacket. An electronic pharmacy sign waves at me, a young nurse frantically sorting through prescriptions.

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#original story #fiction #short story #tw drugs

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year

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January 27: Halloween (2018)

Didn't start as early as I wanted to but I did finally watch Halloween (2018). I enjoyed it overall but I also have somewhat mixed feelings.

I was really digging it in the beginning. I felt like I was watching a pretty serious horror movie that was also intent on being just a generally good movie. It was visually interesting, it was moving along at a good pace, it had a certain amount of dread, and I was very interested in all of the new information it was giving me: where Michael is now, where Laurie is now, what her family is like, etc.

But as it went on, I felt... like it was trying to be many different things at once. There's Michael's new killing spree. There's Laurie the recluse and her family drama. There's all the little teen drama and other shenanigans. There's the podcasters, for at least a short time. I guess they were sort of the Marion Crane of Halloween 2018. There are some attempts at Deeper Meaning and the weird little twist with the "new Loomis."

It’s not that I disliked any one of these story threads by itself, but there were a lot of them, and at some point I just started to feel tired. In some ways, it reminded me more of, say, Halloween IV than the original Halloween. Yet again, I’m reminded of just how genius that film was, how deceptively simple it was, to a degree that nothing else has been able to match.

I had mixed feelings about the podcasters. I know that their reasons for being in the film were, first, exposition, and second the misdirection of thinking the story is going to be way more about them than it is. I found them extremely annoying and so I didn’t miss them when they were gone. But I did feel a certain… sense of time wasted with them? Like, I sat through all that and they’re not going to be important? There isn’t going to be like a true crime/podcast exploitation angle to this? Okay then.

I’m also not sure I fully bought this version of Laurie. I liked her more in Halloween H20, and if they had tried to connect those two characterizations more—not include the canon of H20 specifically but more the outlines of the character—I think that would be better. I could see more of 1978 Laurie in H20 than here. Also… I just find it hard to believe that Laurie, or anyone, could maintain this level of reclusive paranoia for 40 years. She built this house, she put a trap in the basement—must have done that early because Karen remembers/knew all this—and then she just, what, shot mannequins for another 30 years? I just don’t think this is sustainable. Forty years is a long time. I feel sort of awkward saying this as if I were some kind of expert on trauma but I just think that humans generally do have a pretty amazing ability to pick up and move on. In one sense, we’re so fragile, and many things less traumatic than being the survivor of a killing spree can definitely mess you up and leave their indelible marks. But in another sense, we’re so strong. We keep getting up in the morning and going on with life even after terrible, terrible things. Not everyone, I do get that, but Laurie is lucid and controlled enough to basically take care of herself, and yet damaged enough to have done literally nothing at all for a solid four decades. I just don’t get that. (Oh and also she got married twice somehow and those people left no mark at all I suppose.)

Which is what I mean about combining the characterization with H20. Like, I don’t hate recluse!Laurie. But what if she’d devolved that way over time? Maybe that wouldn’t seem realistic since in this universe she’s only met Michael once and there haven’t been new triggers since then, but…maybe there were? I just like the idea of her being pretty normal, on the outside, for a while, but maybe always having this cabin in the woods, just in case, and then she spends more and more time there, and develops it more and more, and feels increasingly comfortable there…

I though the parallels between Laurie and Michael were cool, or rather, the places where she stood in for him in the parallel to 1978, like when she appears outside the school or when she falls from the roof but miraculously survives. But, I’ve never been fond of this faux-deep idea that the final girl is, like, in some way morally equivalent to the killer, or this Batman-morality logic that what the final girl does to survive makes her a sort of villain or monster herself. Laurie is a damaged person because of what she went through but she’s not a bad person, let alone the Epitome of Evil because of it.

I did like that the three generations of Strode women were the final girls. I mean I did see it coming but I liked it a lot too and it was satisfying. I liked that they included a moment for Allyson to injure Michael, and that Karen contributed to saving the day by remembering the things she’d been taught as kid.

I actually did like the teens, the humor they brought to the movie, and their little dramas and things. They felt like more realistic teens than those in the Rob Zombie films. A part of me… almost wishes they’d gotten more of the run time? Like Vicky and the kid she was babysitting were really cute! I also found it somewhat weird and unsatisfying that all this time was spent on Cameron just for him to be forgotten at the dance. Not even killed off. I know the point was that he ruins Allyson’s phone when they fight and so her family and the police can’t contact her, but it still felt like a loose-ish end to me. Anyway, I hesitate to say ‘this should have just been about the kids’ because I LOVE Laurie and Jamie Lee Curtis is the GOAT but… it might have been more compact?

The movie was definitely very clever in its callbacks. It got the big ones like the laundry but I’m also pretty sure I saw some Shamrock masks in there!

I think my favorite scene was when the police officer discovered Vicky’s body, because the tableau of the figure under the ghost sheet (another parallel!) sitting next to the pumpkin in the fish tank, all lit by the unexpected colorful lights of the kid’s room, was so spooky.

All in all, I did really like it! But I don’t think I would rank it above H20 and of course not above 1978.

#the year 2023 #2023: fandom thoughts #2023: movies

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Hey, Hey, Hey! It’s been a minute but I didn’t wanna spam ya with requests while you have life stuff to deal with ☺️

This is similar to my Savage!MC ask but the brothers reacting to MC snapping at them and defending Mammon before calling the brothers out whenever they go too hard on him. Let’s be real, Mammon just acts on his sin and gets punished but when Lucifer’s a prick and threatens MC; crickets.

When Beel eats everything and damn near causes everyone to starve as well as threw a tantrum and nearly injured MC over custard;everyone turns a blind eye.

Levi guilt trips and whine over the smallest things but says the worst insults to Mammon and tried to kill MC over TSL.

Asmo acts like he’s above everyone and prefers to tend to his looks than help others (such as during the castle tour) but he gets no scolding.

Belphie routinely harasses Luci with Satan (who loses his temper) AND they all either threatened/killed MC but should Mammon do anything, he’s the worst. Even though Mammon:

- Never threatened MC

- Does shit for his brothers when asked (he may joke of needing a grimm but he’s an Avatar of greed and still gets the job done)

- Is very loyal to them

- And is a good brother to take falls for them. He knows how to sacrifice for them and the slightest inconvenience gets him thrown under the bus

These guys ain’t shit and I wouldn’t wanna be around them until they learn how to treat him better and equally work on their flaws rather than rip on Mammon, who’s a whole ass victim despite being the second strongest brother who takes it because he genuinely loves his brothers yet gets shit on by them so much.

Ooh this savage MC has nothing but heart eyes for Mammon and it's adorable. Right this one is going to be angsty and it's going to sting. I'm doing this in a short story instead of a headcannon cause it just seems right that way. Hope that's okay?

It was just another one of those days Mammon tried to steal his brothers stuff and sell it again. Another day of being upside down and being laughed at. Normally he wouldn't care - it was the usual routine. But something seemed off this time.

"Mammon.. are you okay?" You approach him. He was rubbing his shoulders and arms as if to comfort the pain. He looked more tired and pained than usual.

"Ah I'm alright MC. Just the same old ya know?" He laughed. It sounded hollow yet it pierced your heart.

Enough. Enough of this. You weren't going to stand by and watch this happen again.

"You should rest." You place an arm on his shoulder and take him to his room. Making sure he's asleep, you leave. You have some problematic demons to deal with it.

"Ah MC? What brings you here? You seem rather disturbed." He asks as you storm into his study, fuming with anger.

"You tell me, you sadistic peacock." You had lost all sense of self-preservation and normalcy. Just echoing the rage in your brain.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer said, half-amused, half-shocked.

"Either you stop treating Mammon this way or I will make your life hell." You grit your teeth.

"I already have my brothers doing that what more will you do MC? Besides Mammon had it coming. He went stealing Levi's and Asmo's things again." Lucifer said nonchalantly.

"What do expect from the Avatar of Greed? He's just acting how he's cursed to. Just like the rest of you, nicompoops. Stop listening through the door and come inside." You said loudly.

The other brothers were still in the corridor nearby overhearing the whole thing. You could hear them gasp loudly at your boldness and scutter inside one by one.

"Now let me elaborate, so you rotten cucumbers understand me clearly." You cleared your throat.

Leviathan

"This little snake in tried to kill me because I may have known a little bit more about his favourite anime than him. Where's his punishment?" You point at Levi.

"MC I'm sorry...I couldn't help it was too new to me." Levi started. "But Mammon keeps stealing my things how is that fair-"

"And you keep throwing us into new kinds of disasters with your game hoarding problem."

"If you're still mad about the TSL incident I swear I take it all back-"

"Shut up snake, we know the reason. You're the Avatar of Envy. Getting jealous is your whole point. So you didn't get punished. Moving on..." Your finger now points to Satan. "This wild cat."

Satan

"He also threatened me cause I didn't want to make a pact with him. And when he actually flies off his handle, he wrecks his room and half the house down."

Satan seemed like he wanted to say something but he scowled and looked away.

"However I won't be too hard on him, cause he tries to keep his thing in check. And the whole reason he even has Wrath is because of Lucifer. So I get your hate towards Lucifer, but Mammon doesn't deserve any of it."

"MC you know I can't tolerate stupidity-" He grumbled.

"Oh must be hard looking in the mirror then, with all your failed pranks. And speaking of mirrors, this over- perfumed mannequin." You turn to Asmo.

Asmodeus

"How have I possibly hurt anyone MC? You know I stand for Love too right?" Asmo said, batting his pretty little eyes.

"For someone who stands for LOVE, if you can even call it that," You make a disgusted face, "You surely love making a mockery out of your elder brother and revel in his misery, you over- perfumed potato."

"But I never cause problems do I? Why must I be punished just for standing by?"

"Your high and mighty sense of worth is an illusion you live in. You dress up pretty and act social to validate yourself, trying to conceal the ugliness within. Truly you are nothing but Lust. Also you're the reason we almost got eaten by a giant snake." You shake your head. "Now speaking of eating..."

Beelzebub

"This giant food vaccum." You point to Beel. "He tried to eat me over a custard. Like excuse me? There's still plenty of food outside? And let's not forget that week we all had to eat cup ramen for a week cause he finished the whole pantry."

Beel softly muttered and apology and looked down.

"He even ate the walls and pillars once! Surely those renovations cost way more than however much Mammon steals? Where's his punishment?!"

"MC enough. He's sorry already." Beel's twin spoke up. You glared at him and smiled. "Don't worry I saved the best for last."

Belphegor

"This lazy murderous cow." You walk up to him slowly. "Not only does everyone have to your chores - you love causing chaos."

Belphie laughed, "That I do. But that's only with Lucifer. What else did I do?"

"Oh you want me to go there? I surely will." You say with a sting in your eye. "In your plan to avenge your sister, you killed what was left of her in the first timeline. And your brothers just stood by and watched. Where's your penance, you murder hornet?"

Belphie's eyes grew wide. Everyone looked shocked and uncomfortable. You never brought this up before now.

"But why bother asking you about it. I should be asking the ultimate punisher of this family." You turn to Lucifer.

Lucifer

"Ah! If it isn't Diavolo's pet dog! How is your master today? Does he treat you the way you treat Mammon? Is that why you come here to take your revenge on your little brother instead? Tell me Lucifer does Diavolo punish you then?"

"MC, I understand you maybe upset but you are crossing a line here." Lucifer stood up with a gutteral growl.

"Sit doggie. I didn't ask for you yet." You commanded. Lucifer sat back down as with great force. He stared at you flummoxed.

"Did you forget about the pacts already, you pompous goat? You have threatened and tried to kill me more than anyone else in this family so congratulations! I will use my pacts way more generously now." You mock bowed in gratitude.

"You might win in a fight against him but let me tell you this..." You stared back at the others.

"Mammon is the second strongest in this family. If he wanted to - if he REALLY wanted to, all of you would be turned to dust. He is stronger than all of you - but he hides it. He supresses his powers and his anger because he loves you too much. How could he ever hurt his little brothers?" You felt tears in your eyes at this point.

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM? He's only acting on his sin! Just like the rest of you! Why must he be singled out and mocked at? I won't allow it. Never again."

"If you hurt Mammon again, I swear you will have to face me. And before you think you have a chance against me, do remember the pacts you all happily made with me I will not hesitate to use them against you dysfunctional lot-"

"MC... Stop." You felt Mammon hug you from behind.

"Mammon? I thought you were asleep." You say looking back at him. His tears were misty but his smile more full.

"And I thought I was supposed to protect ya, human! And you're out here protecting me..." Mammon trailed off and held you closer.

"We can protect each other."

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves…

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass…

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish.

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway.

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried.

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

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tarosin · 3 years

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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and jack - using tanks to battle

requested: yes/no

this is part 11 to the great adventures series

it was now 5 am you had been on facetime with ranboo since he started streaming at 10 pm neither of you was going to sleep anytime soon

“isn’t it like 5 am for you”

“trying to get rid of me then”

“no no no soon enough I’m going to be stuck with you pretty much 24/7”

“heh? aren’t you staying with tubbo when you come to the UK?”

you watched his face turn red thinking that he had said something that he wasn’t supposed to tell you it was only when he looked up to see you with your head tilted he realised you weren’t aware of what was going to happen in the following weeks

“I will tackle you in the middle of the airport if you don’t tell me what you tubbo and lani mean when you all make comments about me constantly being around yous”

“I cannot wait to see you try”

“I'm blocking you”

hours passed and it was now time for you to get ready to go meet the others you left your phone on your bed whilst you went to get ready by the time you returned ranboo had fallen asleep

“goodnight boo not long now till you’re in the UK, you’re asleep I’m talking to myself goodnight”

since your parents had to go to work they offered to drop you off on the way, the journey to meet the others was pretty uneventful you just spent the time talking about how streaming was going and future plans. that was until your parents mentioned ranboo was flying over soon

“your friend is flying over soon right?”

“ranboo oh yeah yeah he gets here on 26th as far as I’m aware i’m going to tackle him in the middle of the airport”

“great great you’re going with tubbo to meet him, do you know how long you’re going to be out”

“..no why? shouldn’t be too long”

“don’t worry about it darling we’re here now oh look here comes tubbo”

as soon as the car stopped you laughed as you noticed in the corner of your eye tubbo running towards the car you said your goodbyes as you got out of the car and was instantly pulled away by tubbo

“oh oh okay tubbo I think I can walk on my own bud”

tubbo completely ignored every word you had just said and continued leading the way to the others where you were met by Tommy shouting about tanks and jack pretending not to know Tommy.

the four of you went to get ready, a simple enough task or so you thought as when you looked up you noticed Tommy was putting the outfit on the wrong way around

“Are you sure it’s safe for Tommy to drive a tank..”

“help me then”

“no”

a few minutes later the four of you were now equipped with your rather baggy army uniform safe to say if it started to rain you'd have to deal with getting wet as if you put the hood up it would cover your eyes taking away your eyesight which is unsurprisingly important since you were about to drive a tank for the first time. as soon as you all thought you were ready to go to the tanks tubbo announced that although it’s a bad time he needs to go to the toilet

“he’s fucking waddling”

“y/n be nice to your best friend”

you stood laughing to yourself as Tommy was arguing with Jack about how he’s your best friend, not tubbo.

“believe it or not I’m their best friend”

“elaborate on that”

“no”

“i’d argue ranboos their best friend”

halfway through their ‘argument’ tubbo came back and rested his head on your shoulder making you jump

“you're so tiny”

“I beg your pardon tubso”

the worker came over taking you all to the tank you would be driving putting Tommy and jacks argument on hold, for the time being, you were honestly so excited to drive a tank but you were also nervous as you weren’t exactly a great driver

“y/n doesn’t have a license can I get out the tank when it’s their turn”

“you crashed your parents' car fuck off”

before you all got in you were informed that the tank wasn’t designed to take you on adventures so you were probably going to get injured

“great cant wait in you go Tommy”

Tommy got in first followed by you then tubbo and jack

“draw me like one of your beautiful tank girls”

“I failed GCSE art”

“HOW”

“that my friend is a story for another night”

now this tank wasn’t designed so three of you could look out from the top of the tank so you did what every sensible person would do in a tank…you sat on the floor next to tubbo whilst he annoyed jack by touching his face

“y/n you okay down there”

“having the time of my life”

you could hear Tommy revving the tank and from then you could just tell you were going to leave the tank covered in bruises. you sat talking to tubbo and jack who were talking louder than usual just so you could join in the conversation. not seeing what was happening made the tank ride interesting, to say the least. one minute you were messing with tubbos shoelaces the next minute you heard three boys yelling that there was a cow in the middle of the road. it was now tubbos turn to drive and rather than letting you stay with the others he dragged you with him

“you’re driving next may as well stay with me”

“Please don’t crash I will get injured”

“to be fair y/n I didn’t plan on it”

you sat near tubbo watching him drive the tank occasionally yelling words of encouragement at him for your own entertainment and totally not to your surprise he was actually doing a decent job, he didn’t crash, the tank was going quicker and the ride wasn’t as bumpy then tubbo stalled, you could hear Tommy and jack yelling at tubbo to do more killing. you laughed as tubbo would look at the worker then at you not knowing what to do

“Are you ready to drive y/n”

“I guess so”

you and tubbo swapped places and you began to drive like your good friend tubbo you were decent at driving as you managed to pick up some speed along with many comments from jack and Tommy about how bumpy the ride was alongside tubbo yelling at you that you were going to be responsible for the bruises on his arms and legs

“tubbo stop being dramatic it’s not my fault the road is bumpy”

“Y/N I'M NOT”

“Okay then you’re responsible for the bruises on my arms and legs because you decided to stall”

It was now jacks turn you sat next to tubbo where you and Tommy argued that you didn’t like how Minecraft split the caves and cliffs update into two parts

“IT SAID CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE AND IT DIDN'T ADD CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE”

“you're such a tory y/n agrees with me”

“NO I DON'T I WANTED TO EXPLORE PRETTY CAVES NOT GET CHUCKED OFF OF A CLIFF BY A GOAT”

the three of you continued arguing your points before jack interrupted you all

“we’re talking about the new Minecraft update…because it was you we weren’t really paying attention”

“I DROVE BETTER THAN ALL THREE OF YOU”

“but no you didn’t”

“YOU'RE A PRICK MANIFOLD”

before Jack could answer Tommy began ranting about the update again before being once again interrupted by jack telling him you were about to shoot things and then go up against a tank that was miles better than the one you were all in, the one thing they didn’t know is you would be going with the boss against them just so you could actually have a role in the mini battle rather than just sitting there. you stood shaking your head as Tommy and tubbo made jokes about the balls you were all given

“say it”

“I like balls”

“jack they’re talking about balls…again”

Tommy was first to shoot whilst you and tubbo stood telling jack that the two of you would be the reason you win the battle against the boss, jack went up next and you both were telling Tommy that you weren’t scared of the boss after the last bit of practice you all went back to reception with the worker where he announced the roles you were all going to have

“so my aimer loader and driver”

“Are we allowed to ram tanks”

“no”

jack was the first to realise you hadn’t received a role for the fight against the boss and spoke up about it making tubbo and Tommy realise you did in fact not receive a role

“wait what about y/n they didn’t receive a role”

the worker just nodded at the four of you confusing the hell out of the others while you stood looking around the room to avoid laughing, you didn’t want the others to know so said you’d be back later you just needed to go to the bathroom. rather than going to the bathroom you went off to meet the boss before the others and decided what role you were going to have.

after discussing what role you were going to have the pair of you went back to meet the worker to let him know you have a plan

“LOOK ITS THE BOSS”

“…and y/n”

“oh now we’re losing”

the worker went up to their table to create a plan, once you watched the worker walk away you made your way over to the table they moved to where Tommy was having a ‘date’ with a mannequin

“Woah am I interrupting something”

“I'm on a date y/n”

“y/n you really had to leave me with tubbo and Tommy”

you whispered that you were sorry so Tommy and tubbo couldn’t hear then turned your attention back towards Tommy’s date which wasn’t going very well as Tommy accidentally pulled the wig off of one of the mannequins only to find out that his ‘date’ was also wearing a wig.

it was now time for the battle clearly best friends think alike as you and tubbo both had the role of driver. you and the boss made a strong team and you surprisingly got along well with each other which made teamwork easy making you more of a challenge for Tommy’s team

“yooo this is amazing”

“you’re doing great y/n”

as soon as the boss made the final shot you cheered

“do you think we won then y/n”

“I'm not sure they did put up a good fight”

“come on let’s head back so you can be with your friends again”

the pair of you made it back after thanking him you ran to tubbo, who for some reason was on the floor, and tackled him into a hug before sitting next to him

“AH FUCK”

“HI TUBSO WHY ARE YOU IN THE MUD”

“BECAUSE WE WON”

“mhm sure”

“What role did you have y/n”

“driver”

“NO WAY ME TOO”

your celebration was short-lived as Tommy decided to chuck mud at the pair of you yelling catch when it was far too late to react, you both looked at each other nodded at chucked mud back at him and jack

“ayo we hit him”

after playing in the mud with tubbo for a while jack called you both over to hear the scores and find out who won

“Why do you both have smiley faces on your face”

“y/n used mud to draw a smiley face on my cheek so I got revenge”

in the end, Tommy's team got 10 and began celebrating that they had won

“the boss and y/n got 11”

“LETS GOOOOO”

after bragging about your win you and tubbo ran off throwing mud at each other and Tommy whilst Tommy and jack bickered about who made them lose a few moments later you and tubbo looked up to see Tommy running past you both

“I don't think he's taking the news well”

you all made your way back to the car park Tommy and jack left together tubbo stayed with you waiting for your parents to pick you up on their way back home.

“you could just stay the night at mine..we could stream for a little while I’m sure you’ve left something that you can wear for the night and tomorrow and to be fair you stay at mine all the time”

“yeah I probably do I’ll call them on the way back to yours”

“come on let’s go home”

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings? SMUT! SMUT! Language! And praising!

Praise Me

Walking along the side walk you smile to yourself as Cobra Kai comes into view, one of your good friends Johnny Lawrence had opened up his very own dojo. You knew his past with his sensei Krease, Johnny after much trusting had told you everything that Krease had put in his head and done to him.

Johnny explained that he was not going to put the kids in that situation Krease had done to him and his friends. Pushing open the door the famous bell chimes as you walk in, the door closing behind you.

Johnny comes out of the back drying his hands with a towel, he smiles once he sees that it’s you. "Y/n hey" he greets pulling you into a hug.

You inhale his scent which consisted of fresh green mint, causing you to swoon as you hugged back. "Hey Johnny" you giggle.

Oh how much he loved that pretty giggle of yours, it was music to his ears. "Where’s Miguel" You ask curiously as you both pulled away from the hug.

"His mom called him, she said she needed to speak to him about something" Johnny shrugs throwing the towel on the beating mannequin as you like to call.

"How about we talk in my office" He says smugly, now that he had a office causing you to giggle.

"I’d like that Sensei Lawrence" You play along as he takes your hand and leads you into his office.

He goes to his fridge and pulls out one of his Coors Banquets Beers "want one?" He questions looking at you.

You debate for a moment before shaking your head "sure, why not" you start "-I gotta see what the hype is about these, they must be good if the Johnny Lawrence loves them" You tease as he takes the two beers and places them on his desk.

He sits in his office chair while you sit in the comfortable chair on in front of him "well then-" he stops for a moment to do his famous 'beer opening trick' "-here you go" he says handing it over to you before doing the same with his.

He holds his beer up in the air "to...." he hums as he thinks of nothing to celebrate to causing you to laugh.

"To Johnny Lawrence doing something he loves" You say rising your beer up hitting it with his gently.

Johnny smirks shaking his head before taking a sip, you do the same "Hmm, pretty good Lawrence" you chuckle as you hold the bottle in your hand resting it on your thigh.

"Speaking of love.... have you been seeing anybody?" Johnny asks taking a bigger gulp of his beer this time.

You chuckle "nope, I swear I grew up in the wrong time" You joke.

Johnny raises his brows "why do you say that?" He asks curiously.

You sigh "it’s just the men, well I can’t even say men. Boys, are so not gentlemen like at all" You say shaking your head.

"Why what are they like now?" He asks genuine.

"They are definitely not romantic-" you scoff "-they don’t open doors for me, or the don’t do any romantic gestures" you sigh "-there just not educated" you giggle at the last part causing Johnny to smile.

"Oh and the sex!" You groan throwing your head back "-the sex is just horrible" You finally let loose.

You notice Johnny’s hands grip his beer firmer as his hand starts to turn white before he calms down "seems like you get the young and dumb batch" he chuckles gulping down some more beer.

"Ugh, remember my last relationship?" You question.

"Oh that guy was a dick, I can’t believe he did that to you" Johnny says gritting his teeth.

"Me either" you say remembering the time your ex treated you so badly you ran to Johnny’s at three am at night, but he held you that whole night not complaining once.

"But you were there for me" You hum as a small smile forms onto your lips.

Johnny smiles "always" he says as your eyes connect, his beautiful icy clue ones piercing through yours as if he was reading everything about you in that moment.

"Johnny I need to tell you something" You say breaking the already sexual tension.

He clears his throat "yes?" He asks taking another sip of beer.

'I'm into you' You think "I'm into older men" But you actually say.

Johnny's eye widen, until slowly a small smile appears on his face now feeling confident that he could have a chance with you.

"Let me prove to you that all men aren't like that" He stops for a moment "-let me take you out on a date" he finishes as he slides the unfinished beer in the trash beside him.

You're taken aback but also excited seeing as you have kinda caught feelings for him "alright deal" you smile.

Johnny smiles widely in return "great I'll pick you up at 7" he says with a small smirk.

"In the firebird?" You smirk.

"You know it baby" Johnny winks as you get up, getting ready to leave.

He stands up "give me that, I don't need my gir-" he stops before shaking his head "-I don't need you drinking and driving" he says taking the beer from you and placing it in the trash.

You chuckle at his antics "I wasn’t even going to carry it" you say sticking out your tongue at him playfully.

"Hey. That’s offensive" He says 'seriously' as he leans on the wall.

"Oh I bet Sensei" You joke as you start walking out of the office.

"I’ll see you at seven!" You hear Johnny yell as he runs out of the office.

You turn around "I’ll see you at seven" you repeat as a blush forms over your cheeks.

Johnny rushes over to the door and opens it for you letting you walk out, as he does he kisses your cheek. As you walk out of the building and into your car, your heart races as you could not believe that just happened.

On the way home all you could do was smile, excited for your date with Johnny. Someone who you caught feeling for on the first day of meeting but didn’t know.

You make it home and start rummaging through your dresses trying to pick out something not to like 'desperate' as they call or something to revealing.

You finally just decide on a white well fit thigh high dress and some black heels. You weren’t insecure about your body, but sometimes you would get self cautious.

Deciding to go all out tonight you apply the littlest amount of make up and curl your hair.

Meanwhile, Johnny was throwing almost every piece of clothing he owned around his room, panicking as he couldn’t find anything to wear. With a frustrated sigh he throws all his clothes back in his closet before seeing a white suit catch his eye.

'That’s the one' he thought as he picked it up and slid it on. By the time you both were done it was around 6:50. Johnny was thankful that you only lived five minutes away from him.

He quickly got in his fire bird and made his way to you. You were more excited than anything. I mean how often is it that a guy you like asks you out on a date, and especially a decent guy.

Johnny arrived at your door at exactly 7 o'clock on the dot. Hearing a knock on your front door you walk as fast as you can to the door in heels, letting out a breath of nervousness as you open the door.

Johnny looks up, his mouth gape open as he looks at your beauty "I- wow were matching" you say noticing Johnny's white suit that he looked mighty fine in.

"-wow you look beautiful" Johnny says mind blown, I mean he always admired you and thought you were the most gorgeous girl but now you just looked breath taking.

"Thank you Johnny, you look handsome... as always" you compliment with a sweet smile.

The smallest blush falls onto his face, so faint you almost missed it. Johnny holds out his hand gesturing for you to take it "shall we go?" He asks as you take his hand.

"We shall" You comment with a side smile.

He leads you to his well cleaned up fire bird, rushing to your side to open the door for you "my lady" he jokes, you giggle as you slide into the passengers seat.

"Thank you may gentlemen" You blush, as Johnny runs over to his side entering the car and cranking it up.

The drive was silent, comfortable silence of course. You both were just simply enjoying each other's company as you finally made it to your destination.

A small fancy Italian restaurant, Johnny gets out of his side and rushes to your side opening the door before you could even put your hand on the handle to get out.

You smile as your heart swells with joy and love, "thank you" you comment politely as you get out of the car.

Johnny closes the door and takes your hand "my pleasure love" He says grabbing your hand and walking you up to the door once again opening the door for you leading you in.

A waitress leads you to your guys table handing you your menus and asks for your drink preference. Soon she leaves giving you some time to pick out your orders before bringing your favorite drink back and Johnny's coke.

You both order your meals after she returns, before going back and putting your orders in. You rest your chin on your hand as you gaze up at Johnny.

Johnny freezes "what? Is there something on my face?" He asks wiping his clean face.

You chuckle "no of course not you’re just a pretty sight" you reply giddily.

He smirks "is that all you see me as?" He questions playfully.

"No I see you as much more" you wink as the waiter brings your food before Johnny could reply back.

She places the food on the table before quickly rushing off, noticing the long awaited sexual tension.

You clear your throat "so, how does it feel to be back into karate sensei?" You spark up, interested as you both dig into your meals.

"It feels great to be back, granted Miguel is my only student but he’s a good kid" He compliments with a small smile.

"Yeah, I’ve seen you guys practice he’s getting better" You say impressed.

"I know, he deserves so much more than I can give him" Johnny says looking down.

"Hey don’t say that, you’re doing amazing and I’m so proud of you. He couldn’t learn from anyone better" you say, completely dissing his thought.

Johnny looks up, both of your eyes connect. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife "you wanna get out of here?" He asks before putting his fork down.

"Yes" you answer quickly already getting excited for what’s to come.

The waitress comes over "we’ll take the check please" Johnny says with a smile that reads 'were in a hurry here' to which the waitress quickly nods becoming awkward.

Though she doesn’t move "uh- you guys didn’t finish so there for it’s on the house and you get to keep your meals" she explains grabbing two container boxes and handing them to you.

"Thank you" you say politely as you hand one to Johnny and the waitress quickly runs away.

"That was weird I’ve never heard of that before" you say as you put your food in the box, Johnny doing the same knowing you’ll both get hungry eventually.

"I know" He comments as he grabs your hand and quickly rushes you guys outside.

He places the boxes on the hood of his car before gently pushing you up against the passenger door and connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You reply by pushing your lips against his firmer, before things could escalate to quickly and you’d give the whole restaurant a show Johnny quickly pulls away opening the door for you letting you sit, and getting into his side.

Nothing was said while driving, just heavy breathing as you both were excited for what was to come once Johnny made it to his apartment.

Soon you guys parked and Johnny quickly rushed over to your side of the door and helped you out. Before you could make it to Johnny’s door he placed his lips on yours. Your back hitting the door, he quickly pulls out his keys and opens the door letting you both in and closing it with his foot.

Johnny carries you over to the wall and pushes you up against it, not to hard but enough to make you weak. He reconnects your lips back together once again in a rougher kiss, still gentle.

He pulls away to trail slow and sweet kisses to your neck to which he immediately finds your sweet spot as you let him know by moaning.

He continues to abuse that spot as you start to speak up "Johnny.... more" you practically beg.

He caved in and taps your leg signaling for you to jump to which you do. The ends of your dress ripping immediately, causing you to gasp and Johnny to laugh.

"It’s fine I didn’t like it anyways" you say breathlessly as being turned on took you out of your thinking process.

You roughly place your lips back onto his as he carries you over to the kitchen counter roughly swapping everything away with his free arm before sitting you on it.

"Then you won’t mind if I take it off?" He asks for consent, shyly because he didn’t want to mess this up.

"Yes please" You say giving him permission.

As a gentleman he doesn’t finish ripping the dress but he pulls the zipper down slipping it halfway off til it wrapped around your waist.

Your strapless white bra being exposed to which Johnny admires as he places more kisses over your neck and the top of your boobs.

Johnny picks you back up before this time carrying you in his room placing you gently on his bed. "God your so beautiful" He compliments as he kisses up your chest, going down to your stomach.

He pulls the rest of the dress down, discarding it somewhere in the room. He runs his hand gently around your thighs and stomach.

You whine in pleasure he comes back up and places his fingers over the button on the front of your bra "can I?" He asks watching your eyes for any sign of discomfort to find none.

You simply nod giving your consent as he unbuttons the bra slowly dragging it down your body before discarding of it. Your breasts now bare to him to which you look away shyly as your hands start to cover yourself up.

"Don’t my love, you look like a goddess" he starts before placing kisses all over your chest "-you’re so perfect" Johnny finishes, love dripping with every word.

He swirls his tongue around your harden nipple causing your back to arch as a moan falls out.

He places kisses everywhere down your stomach until he gets to your soaking core. He tugs at the side of your underwear asking to pull it off to which you nod letting him do so.

Your bottom half now completely bare to him, he spreads open your legs resting his hands on your thighs. He kisses just above your core, slowly he trails more kisses until he finally connects his lips with your clit, sucking harshly but lovingly.

"You’re so beautiful" He praises once more as continues his assault on your clit, now slipping two fingers into your dripping core.

Wanting you to cum around his cock, he takes his fingers out before sucking them dry and licking his lips causing more moans to fly out your mouth

"You taste wonderful" he says as lust fills his bow darkened blue eyes.

He pulls his shirt off revealing his toned shaped body before discarding of his pants leaving himself only in his boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this Y/n" Johnny asks sincerely.

"Of course I want to do this with you Johnny" You comply.

Nodding he removes his boxers letting his hard on slap against your core, both letting out a groan at contact.

Lining his cock up at your entrance he looks up at you once more only for you to nod your head yes.

He slowly slides his cock inside your core, feeling you clench around his cock causing him to moan you following behind feeling him stretch you out.

"I’m going to treat you so well" He says whilst rubbing your thighs slowly thrusting his hips against yours.

You moan "Johnny-" you whimper as he speeds up his pace more.

His cock hitting all the right places and more, thrusting at a firmer pace he grips your hips so he could go faster. Hitting your G- spot dead on causing your back to arch and a moan to escape your plump lips.

"You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well" he compliments as he try’s to contain his breathing and moans.

"Princess, you’re taking my cock in like a good girl" He praises as he slams his hips against yours finding a faster rhythm.

You whimper "so g-good" you stutter as Johnny leans down, readjusting his posture to kiss you.

You run your hands through his hair as you feel your climax reaching. "I’m close Johnny-" you moan aloud as you chase that burning sensation.

"Yeah? You’re going to cum for me beautiful" he continues to praise as he drops a hand down to your core and rubs your clit in figure eights causing you to arch your chest into his and cum around his cock, feeling him twitch as you do so.

Johnny follows behind as he cums inside you, filling you up as he continues to ride out both of your orgasms.

Gently pulling out his cock he turns over to his back and pulls you to lean into his chest. "Words cannot describe how amazing that was Y/n" he says feeling as though he was on top of the world.

You nod agreeing along "it was amazing Johnny" you compliment.

"Y/n.... I love you" Johnny says waiting patiently for your response.

You nuzzle your neck into his; lovingly "I love you Johnny Lawrence"

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