#it’s 1:30 am and i’m going fucking insane
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I need to say this now before i lose my mind
Claude Frollo likes being tied up with his legs and arms are behind him with a gag on him while being edged with your foot and he fucking nuts his pants because of your touch on his fucking dick.
The end :3 💕
#claude frollo#judge claude frollo#judge frollo#frollo#the hunchback of notre dame#hunchback of notre dame#i’m sorry guys *bats my eyelashes*#it’s 1:30 am and i’m going fucking insane#why do i act like this#*bats eyelashes*#thond#i’m violently listening to cupcakke rn#send me to the mental hospital
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ngl ten years on natasha in tws is still compelling to me i cry a little. remembering her on this day
The thing abojt Natasha in catws is that she only wears the black widow suit once and there’s only one (1) instance of her being called black widow and it’s by rumlow (evil). And the other thing about nat is that she’s thirty years old which may seem old but is not old for example those of us who were 19 in 2014…. Well. I am almost the same age as natasha black widow romanoff of catws fame. Do you know what I’m doing rn? Today I went to brunch and. A movie. Nat is 30 and should be doing brunch and a movie??? The third thing about nat is that she’s pretty off putting without trying to be she’s just sort of socially not on top of her game here. This is because fourthly and fifthly nat has generously two friends. Sixth her and Steve’s plan in a fight being literally just to jump into each others arms 👍 WHY DID THEY MAKE TJIS MOVIE!!! And then make every movie after it so so so bad. Natasha is the gamer girl of this movie she is hacking computers. She is making little movie references. She is trying to get her friend (1 of 2) to cheer up. Sixth when she gets out of the shower her hair is frizzy. HER HAIR IS FRIZZY???? She has the FUCKING arrow necklace on IM GOING TO END IT. ALL!!!! She put her hand on Nicholas j fury’s bald head. She SHOULD BE AT. PAINT AND. SIP!!!! SHE SHOULD BE AT THE GENTRIFIED DISPENSARY. She’s at first day of socialization with your coworkers lessons. Her and Steve’s strategy, I cannot stress this enough, is for her to physically jump into his arms. I forgot how old Steve is which is insane I know but I assume he’s also about thirty they should really really really be at an LL bean. we can’t bring back avengers tower. It’s too late for us, for the franchise. and yet, on the horizon, a glimmer….
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como te quiero yo | jjk (m)
translation: how i love you
summary - there’s never a moment where jungkook doesn’t want you, even if you’re not physically there to help him.
pairing - idol!jungkook x latina!reader
genre - established relationship, smut, fluff
word count - 1k
song inspo - como te quiero yo by kali uchis
warnings - phone sex, masturbation (both m and f), spanish pet names <3, subby koo (y’all know i can’t resist), dom reader, mommy kink, sickly sweet lovey dovey shit
translations! cariño - darling, principe - prince, pobrecito - poor thing, buen trabajo cariño - good job darling, te quiero mas, mi vida - i love you more, my life
a/n - jk would def bust quick if you talked to him in spanish idk 🤷🏽♀️ also lmk if u guys want more race-specific reader content i’ll def supply!
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It’s 1:30 am in New York. The moon shines through the sheer curtains in Jungkook’s high-rise hotel, casting a glow on the white sheets he’s currently snuggled in. He tried to go to sleep, he really did. But he can’t seem to stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of you. What time is it where you’re at? Have you eaten? Would it be ok to call you right now? He tongues at his newest lip piercing as he contemplates if he should text you or not. Luckily for him, you beat him to it.
my love 💞: babyyyyyy u up? i miss u :(
He giggles giddily and immediately hits the call button. You pick up after the first ring. “Hi angel,” he says quietly. He feels like a little kid talking to his crush. “Hi handsome, I saw your show earlier. You did so well!” you reply. You two go on for a while, relaying your days and catching each other up on anything new going on in your lives. As you listen to him talk sleepily to you on the phone, you can’t help but clench your thighs together. His voice gets so low and gravelly, and it makes you throb thinking of that voice in your ear as he’s fucking his fat length into you. It hasn’t been insanely long since you two have done anything. He’s been in New York for only a week now and he made sure to fuck you numb before he left. But still, you’re so used to going at it all the time that it almost feels like torture not to have him here with you. As you listen to him talk, you slowly slide your hand down your body, teasing the hem of your panties. You reply to him in hums to at least keep him thinking you’re somewhat paying attention. You gasp softy as you start to circle your clit, which causes Jungkook to pause and raise a brow, but he doesn’t think much of it after you tell him to keep talking. The faster your fingers move on your clit however, the louder your noises get. Jungkook stops talking completely to make sure he’s hearing correctly.
“W-What are you doing,” he laughs nervously. He feels his boxers get tighter the more he hears you moan and pant into the phone. “Mmm what does it sound like I’m doing cariño?” Jungkook physically twitches. He loves when you speak Spanish to him, not only does he find it beautiful, he finds it so fucking sexy. He whimpers and quickly takes off his underwear. His long cock slaps his abdomen and he hisses at the cold air that hits his sticky tip. Only you could make him drip with precum this fast. He spits into his palm and wraps his hand around himself, setting a quick pace. He felt this need rushing over him the second he heard your pretty sounds. You hear how fast he’s going on your end, the wet smacking of his hand going up and down his length making you smile. He’s such a needy boy.
“Aht aht, slow down baby. I don’t want you cumming yet,” you giggle. “But I don’t wannaaa,” he whines. He already feels the stirring in his stomach, he could cum in the next minute or so if he really tried to.
“That wasn’t a question. Do as I say or else you won’t cum at all tonight,” you say sternly. He whimpers and slows down, just as you said. “M sorry mommy, it just feels s-ohh-o good,” his sentence was interrupted by his hand squeezing his tip gently. Fuck, he wants to cum so bad.
“I know principe, just keep moving nice and slow for me. That’s it…my good boy,” you sigh breathily. You get on your knees and rock your hips back and forth on your fingers, imagining they were his. You slowly keep talking him through it, describing everything you wanna do to him when he gets home. His eyes shut as he visualizes your every word. He imagines you’re on top of him, bouncing up and down slowly while you stare deep into his teary doe eyes. He imagines you wrapping your hand around his neck as you sloppily twirl your tongue around his. His toes curl at the thought of your fingers sliding into his mouth as you gradually move faster, choking on them as your ass slams against his thighs.
“There we go babyboy, go faster for mommy,” his face scrunches in pleasure as he feels himself get closer and closer. Precum and spit make the glide of his hand effortless. “Mommy, m gonna cum! Please please can I cum? Please,” Jungkook begs. His hips buck as he fucks into his fist. You can’t do anything but smile and moan along with him as you match the pace of his hand on your clit.
“Pobrecito, you wanna cum sweet boy? Make a mess all over yourself?” He nods feverishly but soon answers verbally too, as he realizes dumbly that you can’t see him. He isn’t exactly thinking clearly at the moment. “I’m close too, principe. Cum with mommy,” you whine. You count down from 5, wanting to time your orgasms perfectly. Jungkook tries all his might to keep from busting his load. The second you reach one his body locks up and he lets out a loud gasp. Thick, white ropes shoot from his swollen tip onto his abs and hand, the rest dripping down his balls. His head feels light and fuzzy, but he can still hear your pretty voice mumbling and cursing in Spanish through your climax. Soon all you both hear is each other’s heavy breathing through the speaker.
“Buen trabajo cariño, I’m so proud of you,” you say warmly. He blushes and thanks you shyly. “I’m serious Kookie. You’ve been working so hard lately. I’m so so so proud of you. I really can’t wait for you to come home so I can smother you with kisses,” you sigh dreamily. Being with someone like Jungkook was difficult at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Thank you, angel. I’m coming home as soon as I can, I promise,” he says with determination. You laugh softly at his words, causing him to smile. God, he’s so in love with you.
“Goodnight ____, I love you so much,” he says sweetly. “Te quiero mas, mi vida. I’ll be waiting for you.”
#bts fic#jungkook smut#bts smut#jeon jungkook fic#jungkook fic#jungkook x reader smut#bts fanfic#latina reader#jungkook#jungkook boyfriend#jungkook fluff#sub!jungkook#sub!jungkook x dom!reader
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Daddy Dearest <3
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Girl dad!Leon x Mom!Reader
Blue for Leon pink for reader & purple for D/N
Desc: Despite his career path Leon has been developing pretty well to his girl dad life & revolves entirely around world around his wife & sweet little angel babygirl
Tags: Tooth Aching fluff, Dilf Leon, No smut ‼️‼️‼️, Just dad Leon living his dream! No use of y/n, D/n stands for Daughters Name
I'm very serious with you guys interacting with my writing!!!! it would make me so happy & excited, the more comments & reposts the more inspiration i have to write :) Votes and comments are strongly appreciated!!!
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Leon Loving his life was an understatement, He was a miserable guy not so long ago but it all changed once he met you & had his very first child! Of course after first he was worried about being a deadbeat father, but eventually he suited up and prepared for everything was to come, dropped his drinking habits, went to therapy for most of his trauma from working on the most messed up cases world wide known to mankind & even baby proofing the entire house you two shared for over 4 years.
He even went out of his way to take random target trips with you during your pregnancy to stare at nursery furniture and random trinkets and toys he found, holding up gender neutral baby clothing before knowing the gender & asking “you think this is cute sweetheart?” It was amazing how he became so obsessed with the thought of having his own little family with a white piket fence & beautiful front lawn garden (He started gardening as a coping mechanism which would soon be one of his top hobbies he brought onto his daughter.)
During the gender reveal he was nothing but pure excitement and joy to have a little baby girl that the next day he even went back to target and came home to baby-proof the entire house, testing objects to see if they would fall on a random baby doll etc, so much so that you had to go downstairs at 12 am and force him to take a break and come to bed, “You don’t think she’ll hit her head on the table one day right? I really wouldn’t want my little princess to get hurt” “I think you need to put down the baby proofing tools for the night & actually come to bed hun, it’s almost 1 o’clock”
Some days you would be in pure anguish because D/N would be doing pure gymnastics in your belly that Leon had to ‘have a talk’ but most of the time during your pregnancy he was always talking to your tummy, Asking her to relax on the jumping around in there, Sometimes waking up super early in the morning to talk to your belly & sometimes waking you up & hearing you tell him off a little bit in a muffled voice since you were buried in your body pillow. “Hi babygirl, you excited to get outta there & see your new room? Yeah? Oh I know your excited angel but you can’t keep kicking mama like this sweetheart it hurts her!”, “Can’t keep jumpin’ around in mommy’s belly sweetness your driving her insane sweetheart” “oh yeah!?You excited babydoll?” “Good morning my sweet girl, I can’t wait to see you y’know, mommy & I are so excited to meet you & hold you & love yo-“ “Leon what the hell are you doing awake at 5:30??” “Uh oh I woke up mom” “leon I swear to god if you don’t go back to sleep.”
And then came along the arrival of his awaited babygirl, he was so excited he even set up a little mini red carpet infront of her nursery & stars next to the door & even putting a little sign on your guys’ front door in bold glittery pink ‘Welcome Home Princess D/N” He even brought a little camera to make a home tape for every memory he makes with you & your daughter so when she is finally old enough she can watch, this tape includes her birthing where your shouting & screams could be heard such as “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LEON!!” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP!”& his light crying of when she was born
After your daughter was born it was extremely difficult for you two to set a fair sleep schedule so for the first few weeks Leon would wake up at 2:30 AM whenever D/N was crying on the baby monitor and move the rocking chair placed in her room right next to the crib “What’s the matter sweetness? Can’t sleep again? I know babygirl it must be so tough trying to get your little beauty sleep huh?” He would slip his hand through the little bars of the crib and smile giddily every time she would wrap her little hand around his thumb, growing up was the most difficult for him, he cried every-time his sweet angel took her first steps, said her first word which was obviously a strained “da-da” which was to be expected since D/N was a total daddy’s girl. most of the time when he was off he would let you go to work so he could spend his days with your guys’ daughter, take her to the petting zoo, a random aquarium where she discovered her favorite animal was a sea horse, Leon’s entire existence revolved around D/N to the point where if her little fist was directed at something she wanted he bought it, she starts crying? He jumps right up to take her off your hands so you can relax, his entire world was revolving around her & you loved to see it, sometimes when you got home from work you’d see Leon on the living room floor with your daughter as she babbled playing with a random stuffed animal monkey “Hi honey, Took her to the petting zoo today, we discovered she really loves monkeys”
Some mornings when you would all sit at the table eating before the day started Leon would watch her in her high chair chew on whatever she had in-front of her causing a small mess where he would chuckle & clean up after her “Your just one messy little girl huh princess? Gonna have to teach you manners now little lady.” And then came the day where she got her very first booboo, I’m sure you can imagine what happened, Little D/N was running around the backyard chasing a butterfly while you & Leon just finished harvesting this falls apples and then randomly you heard a tiny little wail behind you causing Leon to jump up from the ground and scoop up his baby girl “Baby she has a cut on her knee we need to take her to the hospital now! Get in the car!” “Honey I think she’s alright nothing a little rubbing alcohol & a band aid can’t fix.” When the two of you went inside and into the bathroom he sat on the edge of the bath tub and sat little D/N on his knee while you rubbed some alcohol on her knee which reasonably made her wail out more than she did beforehand causing Leon to start tearing up and kissing the top of her head “I know angel I know it hurts but we can’t let your lil’ booboo get worse & nasty now can we?” Once you finished that 1 minute of anguish you two sat in the living room holding her close as you slightly teased Leon for his light crying “You love making daddy cry now don’t you honey? You know you have him tied up around your little finger huh” You joked while Leon grunted while worryingly making sure she didn’t hurt herself again
One day you caught him in her room when she was around 4 years old having a little tea party, he was sat in a chair next to her that was far to tiny for him to fit in as he wore a pink tiara around his head that was again to tiny for him & a pink fluffy tutu around his waist while fake sipping tea from the tea cup while causing her to giggle, You had just gotten home from work & leaned against the doorway smiling and holding in a laugh but Leon smiled back and stood up and had the tiny chair stuck on his ass causing you & D/N to laugh obnoxiously especially after he eventually was able to pull it off and walk over to you mumbling “shut up.” Before kissing you lightly & asking how your day went. Obviously because of his career he had to miss some important events at school for D/N and he felt AWFUL. He cried in your arms one night after returning from a 1 week trip where he missed father daughter school day where he imagined his poor babygirl sitting at her table in kindergarten watching everyone else with their dad while she had a confused expression. And every single night after that for a month straight he would have little sleepovers in her room where he read her bedtime stories, you know that one 3 little kitties book from despicable me? He obviously read that to her with the brightest smile on his face and once it was time for bed her would sleep on the floor right next to her toddler bed “Goodnight babygirl, daddy loves you so so much y’know that? You got his heart right in your little fist”
By the time she was 10 he was always helping her with school projects & homework & even going to father daughter dances with her, if
D/N wanted something all she had to do was ask and bat her little lashes, some days when he went to go pick her up from school with you in the car he would see her talking to a boy before running off to the car leaving him with a puzzled face “who the hell is that little twerp near my daughter? She does know he is not good enough for her right?” “Nuh-uh Leon, Don’t start let her have friend alright?” “Sweetheart just look at the little shit! He’s practically blushing looking at her right now!” “Oh stop it.”
Just imagine what it would be like when D/N is finally a teenager and brings a boy home for the first time..Leon makes it VERY clear nobody is good enough for his little girl & never will be, he is the entire reason why her standards will be extremely high…
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i neeeeeeddd a part two to confidential 🥺🥺 maybe where matt gets in contact with reader to give her tickets to fly her out to the next show and she's his partner in the show. they win and he fucks her good after the show and finally kisses her. he asks her out on a date and shit and it's just so cute and rough and smutty.
Confidential Pt. 2
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Matt reaches out to Y/N after almost a year of not seeing each other. He purchases her tour tickets, and well brings her backstage 🤭
Warnings⚠️: This is Smut. There’s some spit and some hair pulling, and uhhh that’s it. It’s just SMUTTY SMUT SMUT🤞🏽
Song for the imagine: Confident- Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper
⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️
There’s absolutely no way this is real….I have to be dreaming…..is the Matt Sturniolo DMing me on Instagram right now??
I rub my eyes and make sure this is actually him and not some fake account fucking with me.
-Hey Y/N….cant believe it’s been almost year since I last seen you
-Hey Matt….uh yeah it’s crazy. I seen you guys are about to go on tour again
-We are! I uh actually got you pre show small talk, photo op and backstage passes and tickets to fly out to our first show
-YOURE LYING
-never! And you will be my partner this time….I don’t make the rules
-OMFG WHAT THIS IS INSANE YES YES IM THERE
-Good!
That was about three weeks ago, and right now I was in LA getting ready for their first show that Matt paid for…..this is not real life AT ALL.
Pre show meet and greet started at 3:30, so I got there at around 1:30, and was just waiting around honestly so nervous to see Matt again
By the time I was called it was 4:30. I met Chris and Nick first, and immediately got so nervous meeting Matt
“Hiiii” I said giving him a hug
“Hello again! How have you been gorgeous” he said as he signed a poster for me
“I’ve been very good actually” I said
“That’s good. Can’t wait to see you backstage tonight” he said winking
“Oh…yeah I’m so excited too. We’ve been reunited” I said laughing
“God I miss your pretty face” he said smiling at me causing me to blush
“Shhh” I said rolling my eyes
“And the dress…..whew that dress looks so hot on you” he said looking me up and down
“Thanks matt” I said giving him one last hug
We did the photo op and now it was time to wait for the show to start, so like last time I chatted with some people got something to eat and drink, and just chilled
I was Matt’s partner so at some point they brought me backstage to meet the other two girls. The whole time I was competing I felt Matts eyes on me, and it was making me so fucking nervous.
However this gave him some confidence because we won the first show.
“I have to thank my amazing team member because without her I would’ve lost” he said into the mic
“Thank you LA for an amazing first show! While we set up for backstage enjoy our friend Tril!!” Chris said
After the show, and Tril performing it was time to line up for backstage, and I felt like I was going to throw up…we’ve been through this before why the fuck am I about to throw up
I was the last group once again….Im sure Matt did that
Once again I went in and spoke with Chris and Nick, and filmed a tik tok with Matt because even though I’m sure he was going to fuck my brains out….I needed this tik tok with him
“You know the drill, stay in the back, and I’ll come grab you” he said lowly to me
“Got it” I said smiling
I went back over to Chris and Nick, and chatted with them…I wonder if they knew Matt blew my back out last tour….probably but oh well
“Alright guys! Thank you so much for supporting us and coming out here! Hope to see you guys at our next one” Nick said waving bye to everyone
This time the after show photo op was after backstage, so Matt’s security guard brought me back to another room like last tour, and I just sat in there
Me and my thoughts running wild, and I was so fucking anxious
About an hour and a half later I heard the door opening, and Matt came in locking the door behind him
“There’s that beautiful girl” he said winking at me
“You’re too kind” I said waving my hand at him
“Do you know why I brought you back here?” He asked me
“If it’s not to fuck me….then we have some issues” I said running my tongue along my teeth
“Ouu she knows what she wants….I like that” he said winking at me
“Well I assume that’s why you did what you did. You want to fuck again” I said
“Of course I do. Couldn’t get enough of that pussy” he said walking over to me
He ran his fingers along my bottom lip
“Oh Matt” I said sighing
“I need you so bad, you’re all I thought about these past 10 months” he said licking his lips
“Well I’m here, and I need you bad too” I said smirking at him
He leaned down ghosting his lips over mine
“Well come on then baby” he said before pulling pack, and helping me stand up
“I would love for you to suck my dick again, but I want nothing more than to fuck the shit out of you right now” he said leaning me up against the table
“Fuck Matt” I said moaning at his words
Matt started to kiss my neck to my collar bone, and then looked at me
“I hope you know-“ I cut him off
“Yeah yeah no kissing I got it” I said rolling my eyes, he looked at me and laughed. Going back to kissing my neck
“Fuck Matt I need you now” I said running my hands through his hair as he kissed my neck
“I know baby” he said
Matt then pulled away and helped me hike up my dress. Ghosting his hand over my pussy
“Oh” I sighed
He got down and started kissing my stomach all the way to my clothed pussy. He slowly slid my underwear down
“Fuckkkk” he said biting his lip
“So fucking sexy” he said looking up at me
Before I could answer he delved straight into my pussy, attacking my clit, licking sucking….just doing it all
“SHITTTT MATT” I moaned out my hands immediately going to his hair and pulled causing him to moan into my pussy
He was lapping at me, from my entrance backup to my clit. His nose bumping into my clit
“Fuck Matt I’m going to cum if you keep doing this” I said to him biting my lip
He pulled away and looked at me
“You’re cumming on my dick” he said before backing away
Matt brought his hand up and smacked my pussy causing me to shudder and whine out. He rubbed my pussy to soothe the ache, and then spat down onto my pussy
He pulled his dick out slowly stroking it
“You make me so hard” he said looking me up and down
Matt came up to me and started to rub his dick up and down my pussy
“Oh god” I said letting my head fall back
Slowly he started to push the tip in causing us both to gasp at the feeling
“Fuck I missed this” He said running his hands over my body
“Your dick feels so good….none like this back home” I said moaning
“Oh you fuck other guys?” He said as he bottomed out
“One other guy, but that’s it” I said
“I’m not sure that I like that” he said thrusting into me
“Fuckkkk…..I’m sorry baby I was just so horny and chasing after someone who could fuck like you” I said moaning out
“And they couldn't, right?” He asked panting
“They couldn’t” I said throwing my head back
“Good” he responded
And with that his hips snapped into me, pounding into me at such a delicious rate. All that could be heard was our moaning, the table creaking and skin slapping together
“Oh god Matt” I moaned out lifting my head up to look at him
“This pussy was made for me. You just take me so well” he said as he thrusted into me
As he kept pounding into me he looked ahead of him and saw a full length mirror
“Ohh baby I want you to watch me fuck you” he said biting his lip
He flipped us over, so my stomach was against the table, and he was pounding me from the back
“Look at yourself” he said pulling my hair make me look into the mirror
“Fuck” I said as my jaw dropped as I watched Matt watching us fucking in the mirror
He kept looking into the mirror the whole time while pounding into me
I was clenching down on him nearing my orgasm
“You gonna cum baby?” He asked while panting
“Yes yes yes please” I said looking at him through the mirror
“Whenever you want…go ahead and cum” he said while gripping onto my hair and furiously pounding into me
“FUCK MATT IM GOING TO CUM” I screamed out as I clenched down on him
He kept pounding into me, and suddenly I was shuddering, my mouth fell open as I looked into his eyes while I came all over his cock. Brows furrowed as I shook with ecstasy
“Mmm so fucking good to me” he said grunting as he kept thrusting
“I’m gonna cum baby” he said and suddenly pulled out
Stroking his dick a few times before he painted the back of my thighs in his cum. Moaning and staring into my eyes through the mirror…..god this was so fucking hot
After we caught our breaths he pulled his pants back up. Walking over to the counter and grabbing napkins before wiping me down
He helped me up, and picked up my underwear for me handing them to me
“Keep them” I said winking at him as I shimmed my dress down
“I like the way you think” he said before pocketing them
He was looking at me for a moment before he suddenly pulled me in crashing his lips to mine. Sparks and explosions were going off in my stomach
He pulled away
“I thought you didn’t kiss” I said licking my lips
“I didn’t, but you’re different” he said smiling at me
“I’m glad” I said fixing my hair
“Hey, we have two days to kill in LA. Could I maybe take you on a date?” He asked me
“I’d love that” I said
“Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon. We can do lunch” he said
“Sounds great” I told him
We actually walked out together this time, and went our separate ways when we got to the exit door
“See you tomorrow” he said
“See you tomorrow” I said back winking at him before walking off
The End
Hope yall enjoyed this one, and I can’t believe I’m at 397 followers this is insane 🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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All GF X reader part 2
part 1: all gf x reader
warnings: cussing, the working ‘fucking’ used a lot
a/n: y’all wanted poly, y’all got poly. i’m building up to the relationship. this is literally mostly ethan\charlie with reader. no worries i’m making more parts.
after you heard all of that earlier, you just wanted to shower and nap it off. the thought of ethan liking you just stuck in your mind. you don’t know why, or how, but it just stuck with you.
as you get ready for your shower, you hear your door open and close.
“hey baby.” it was charlie.
“hey!! i’m naked get out!!”, you spoke with a laugh at the end grabbing the nearest towel to cover yourself with.
“don’t act like i haven’t seen all of you already.” charlie said with a smirk. you rolled your eyes at his comment, walking to the bathroom to take a shower. he followed soon after.
“can i join? please mamas.” he came behind you and put his hands around your waist with his head on your shoulder.
“you’re so dramatic.” you told him as you rolled your eyes.
“whatever. imma go grab some clothes, wait for me.” he kissed your cheek and walked out of the bathroom.
his room was not to far from yours so you knew it would take him like 30 seconds.
about 10 seconds later you were in your robe watching tv waiting for charlie. you suddenly heard a knock on your door.
“bae you can’t just walk in?” you said towards the door.
“sorry, it’s ethan.”
“oh shit.” you thought. you were literally butt ass naked and he was at your door. what could he want? plus you just fucking said the word ‘bae’ and you hope and pray that he doesn’t question it. after what happened today day you kinda didn’t want to much interaction with him. not because he liked you, but because you were afraid of your own feelings towards him.
you got up and opened the door.
“what’s up? i’m kinda busy right now.” you were kinda annoyed at the moment since he literally came out of no where, but he probably didn’t mean no harm so you ignored it.
he looked you up and down quickly.
“sorry for interrupting but i was wondering if i could talk to you? it’s kinda important.”
“uhhh, yeah sure but make it quick cuz i have to hop in the shower.” he responded with “ok” and then you stood by the door to let him in, closing it after. you walked to the edge of your bed and sat down. while ethan just stood up straight and looked at you.
you just reminded yourself that charlie will be back any second, so you wanted to rush this even more so he doesn’t find out about you and his ‘secret’.
“you can sit down.” you almost laughed a little bit at his shyness, he was kinda cute. wait, what are you saying???
“oh sorry.” he sat down beside you.
just when he was about to say something, charlie walked in.
“ba- what’s he doin in here?” he looked at you with his clothes in his hands as ethan and you stare at him.
*charlies pov*
as i came in the room and saw ethan with y/n, the feeling happend in my stomach once again. like why is he even in there?? is she cheating on me?? i didn’t know what to think. i’d be damned if i let him steal her from me.
*your pov*
“he said he has something important to tell me. i was just wondering what it was.” you told him.
“am i interrupting something? i can go and we can talk some other time.”
charlie looked at you for a second, then looked at him.
“no, tell me what you need to so it can be over with.” you said to him, really ready for him to get out before charlie says something insane.
“i kinda want to talk in private.”
“listen ethan, we both know you like my girlfriend. and whatever the fuck you’re gonna ask her the answer is no. now get out.” he walked to the door and opened it gesturing him to leave.
you just stared at him wide eyed. holy shit…he just told him.
*ethans pov*
wait a damn minute, charlie is dating y/n?!?! i couldn’t believe it. charlie….out of all people, charlie??? he doesn’t even like me that damn much and know i know why.
for some reason, knowing he’s with y/n is boosting my confidence to ask her out, just to make him mad.
“well…y/n would you like to go out with me? forget about charlie.” i looked at her. even tho i never really dated anybody, i knew damn well i could take y/n from charlie.
*your pov*
what the fuck? there’s no way he just asked me out when charlie quite literally just told him we’re dating.
“what the fuck did you just say bro?”
charlie said, slowly walking to ethan.
“okay this is deal!” you stood up.
“both of y’all get the hell out, and we’ll finish this shit later. i still haven’t took my shower. get to stepping.”
ethan got up and left, looking dead in charlie’s eyes and hitting shoulders as he walked out.
“but baby, we was supposed to shower together.”
“i don’t care, get out. i need some me time for a few hours.” you were fed up with everything today, it was all stressing you out to much. you needed a shower, and sleep, now.
“fine, i’ll see you later.” charlie spoke to you as he left and shut the door behind him.
*time skip 30 minutes*
*charlies pov*
as i’m sitting on the couch in the living room next to mickey watching tv, ethan comes downstairs and sits on the other couch.
i just stare at him for a few seconds, waiting to see if he says something out of line.
i want to punch him so hard, break his nose even. embarrass him in front of everyone.
“why are you staring at me?” ethan said to me.
“you got me fucked up ethan. why would you still ask her out knowing damn well me and her are together.”
mickey eyed both of us.
“what’s going on with you two?”
i ignored mickeys question and continued talking to ethan.
“fucking cornball.” i added.
“don’t be mad at me because y/n doesn’t want you anymore.”
“since when did you grow some damn balls ethan? huh?” i was getting madder by the second.
“woah woah woah, you’re dating y/n? i fuckin knew it.” mickey said to me.
“yeah, they’d tried to keep it a secret until charlie fucked it up like he does everything else. i don’t even understand why she even likes him to begin with to be honest.”
i saw ethan’s face slightly get red.
“i’ve know y/n way before your sloppy ass even became ghost face, the hell you talking about? she’ll never like you. just give it up.”
“who’s give a damn how long you’ve known her? at least i know when her fucking birthday is! we had to literally take you to the store last minute might i add because your stupid ass forgot!”
“really?? you sound jealous because she loves me, not you. your a literal L bro.”
“okay guys knock it off. let’s just settle this and finish it some other time, y’all are gonna wake roman up from his nap. and you don’t wanna do that.”
mickey told us, before getting up and walking to the kitchen.
“whatever.” ethan said, getting up and leaving.
*your pov*
as you’re chilling on the bed you heard people arguing downstairs. you knew exactly who it was going back and forth.
you were just so fucking tired and stressed that you didn’t even bother getting in the middle.
why must they fight over you? when you want both of them.
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35 Things To Say After Sex (Sorta NSFW?)
1. “You’re so beautiful.”
2. “I love you.”
3. “That was amazing.”
4. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before? You’re good at it.”
5. “I could lie here with you forever.”
6. “Why don’t we both give ourselves a few minutes to recover and then go for round two?”
7. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
8. “Where did you learn how to do that?”
9. “I am officially obsessed with your body.”
10. “Damn, baby. I didn’t know you were so flexible.”
11. “I’d been waiting so long for that.”
12. “I swear to god I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
13. “I loved that thing you did with your mouth.”
14. “You always know exactly how to turn me on.”
15. “I’m so glad you invited me over.”
16. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get so hard/wet for me.”
17. “God, even the most mediocre version of what we just did still would have been mind-blowing.”
18. “Don’t change a damn thing about yourself. You’re perfect.”
19. “You drive me fucking insane with how hot you are.”
20. “That might be the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.”
21. “We should do this every night.”
22. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
23. “I think I had a dream the other night about us doing that.”
24. “Holy fuck! I can’t believe that just happened!”
25. “I must say I’m the slightest bit offended that we just had the hottest sex ever and you’re thinking about chicken nuggets.”
26. “We’ll have to try that position again sometime.”
27. “How the hell are you so good at that?”
28. “I’ve never been more in love with you than I am right now.”
29. “You always find a way to make me feel so special.”
30. “I could’ve had anyone, but there’s a reason I chose you.”
31. “How did I get so lucky?”
32. “Aw, did I wear you out, love?”
33. “That was totally worth the wait.”
34. “I can’t believe I just got to bang the hottest boy/girl/person in the world.”
35. “Come here and cuddle with me.”
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When the World Went to Shit (Joel x Reader) Chapter 8!
Joel Miller x FEM! Reader
A/N: this is a SPOILER WARNING, this contains spoilers from the series in general.
A/N: I am so sorry for the almost 1 year delay on this chapter life has been insane. If you want more details go to my Archive to see.
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WARNINGS: Canon level of violence, swears, Joel is sad, talks of grief, PTSD, brief mentions of gore, Eventual Smut, pining (on both ends), grumpy idiots in love, reader is in her late 30's to early to mid 40's. Major character deaths. DISCLAIMER NO CHARACTERS/GIFS/PICS USED ARE MINE.
Summary: 20 years later after the world went to shit you, Joel, and Tess have to take 14 year old Ellie to the Firefly base outside of Boston QZ. What was supposed to be a simple plan turned into something much more complicated.
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It wasn’t long until Joel woke you up, you couldn’t have been asleep for longer than 30 minutes before you felt Joel’s hand gently nudge you awake.
“Gotta go Doc,” you hear him say as you blink the blurriness away, “Trucks have stopped moving and we’re losing daylight.” With a grunt you accept his hand as he pulls you to your feet, ignoring the initial dizziness to suddenly being upright. Joel is generous enough to help you regain balance until he was sure you wouldn’t fall over, you tried to ignore how warm and worn his hands were, and how they seemed to fit perfectly within yours.
“Just hold on to my hand,” Joel says, his eyes not leaving yours, “and try not to fall behind.” you simply nod as your hand remained in his, not finding it in you to fight him on this. His bare palm was warm and rough against yours, now your hands weren’t soft by any means, but his were different. His had been rough for years, even before the outbreak from the army and hard work, however they felt safe to you, and that scared you more than you thought it would.
“Alright,” you hear Joel say, “let’s go.” and with that you hurried out the door, his one hand gripping yours firmly while the other held onto the gun, ready to shoot if necessary. You three made it across the street and into a dimly lit alley, one that you probably would’ve avoided twenty years ago. It was there that Joel slowed down from a run to a brisk walk, and began looking around for what you assumed to be a door or window to climb through. It wasn’t long until you found one, the wall covered with graffiti and one door next to a vent. “Here,” Joel quietly pointed, as he rushed you and Ellie to the door. You let his hand go and leaned against the wall instead as he tried to open the door. You watched as Joel struggled with opening the door, fuck, it’s locked. You looked at the vent, it wasn’t too bad, it wasn’t too terribly small but neither you or Joel would be able to fit through there. A small sneeze alerted you to Ellie, who just stood there watching Joel get more and more violent with the door. You looked at Ellie for a bit, she was on the short and smaller side of fourteen; then you looked at the vent. Ellie was too short to reach it by herself but if you and Joel lifted her up then she could probably easily go through it. The only problem you could think of was that you didn’t know what was inside. There could be a clicker in there for all you knew or worse, other people. But as you look over to Joel who had made no progress with the door, you resigned yourself to the fact that there was no other choice.
“Ellie,” you called over to her, you saw the young girl look at you and walk to your side. You pointed to the vent above you, “do you think you can fit in there and unlock the door?”
“Yeah,” Ellie said with no hesitance, “but I’ll need a boost.”
“Joel,” you call out for him, you see the peppered haired man stop before turning his attention to you, “I’m gonna need help boosting her up.” you see his face scrunch up in confusion at first before finally getting the picture.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“There’s no other option,” you said, “she’ll be alright.” You hoped you sounded convincing, for the most part you were sure that she would be alright, Ellie was tougher than she looks. You knew that. Still though, you couldn’t help but worry a small amount, despite her loud mouth and the corny pun jokes that made even your eyes roll you’ve come to care about her (at least a little).
Joel gave you one more look around to see if there was another way before sighing and walking towards where you and Ellie stood. “You’re sure you can help lift her?” He asked.
“I’m a kid,” Ellie sasses, “not an elephant.”
You swear you hear him say something under his breath before he gets on one side of Ellie and you on the other. He grabs her one foot and you the other as you both lift her up to the small opening, she was lighter than you anticipated. Once through the opening you see Ellie crawl before a silent thunk.
“Ok,” you hear her say on the other side of the wall, “I’m in, I’m going to take a look around first.”
“Ellie,” Joel says, you don’t take your eyes off the opening but you can imagine the look he has on his face right now. The big brown sad look he gets in his eyes every time he’s worried, his knuckles turning white slightly from gripping the handle of his gun a little too tight in case he needs to use it immediately. It’s a thing you’re catching him doing more and more often. Suddenly you both hear a clanking sound from the door, as you take a few steps in that direction you hear him mutter a few curses before it opens to reveal Ellie, no worse for wear.
“Where would you be without me?” Ellie smiles cheekily, you pretend not to see how Joel’s broad shoulders sag a little before moving past her.
“By now Wyoming.”
You chuckled a little before ruffling up her hair before moving past her, “you walked right into that one kiddo.” You hear her mutter something under her breath, not too unlike the man ahead of you before letting the door shut. The noise echoing slightly in what appears to be an abandoned garage beneath the building or perhaps this is where the maintenance workers worked you weren’t quite sure about it other than it had surely been ransacked and abandoned. You were not likely to find anything of use like food or ammo, something you were sure you were running low on by now considering all of your supplies were destroyed during the crash.
You three make your way to what seemed the only door leading to the way out, B3-42 No Roof Access.
“All right,” You hear Joel say beside you, “We’ll make our way up come morning, I’ll take a look at the city and find our way out.” the door creaked as it opened and a sense of dread filled you as you realized what you had to do.
Fuck this.
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Joel POV.
His chest burns as it seems as Joel struggles to get enough air, everything hurts, even the places he had no idea could hurt. It didn’t seem like you were doing much better, you were struggling for air like him but at least it didn’t seem like your head hurt…just everything else. Fuck, how many floor had they made it up, 33? When did he get so old that climbing 33 floors feels akin to 200? He looks over to the smaller girl who, while being out of breath, didn’t look like it had winded her like you and him. It was slightly irritating, on a multitude of fronts none of which he would ever admit to. His back slid against the wall as he prays that he doesn’t have a heart attack before getting Ellie out of the city at least. He looks over at you, sitting against the wall half bent. You were breathing out before leaning back and breathing in and repeating. At first he had no idea what you were doing, and he knew that if he wasn’t so exhausted he would have had to force himself to look away from the sliver of cleavage that you bending down exposed or the sweat that made you glow somehow even in the darkness.
“Doing this helps,” you say to him, looking over at him. “Exhaling while down helps get all the air out and inhaling while sitting up opens them back up.” he must have given you a look because you then added, “it was something I picked up while studying to be a nurse,” your eyes got a strange look while a sad smile graced your features, “it came in handy a lot when…when I went jogging before the outbreak.” He doesn’t know what you're thinking most of the time, something equal parts frustrating and intriguing…what he wouldn’t give right now to know.
“Thirty three floors,” Ellie remarks, still standing, barely a drop of sweat on her, “that’s good.”
Joel and you shared a look, one that clearly said.
Damn youth.
“It’s gonna have to be,” you said, voice still breathy, “otherwise you’re gonna have to drag Joel and I up the rest of the way.” He sees Ellie make a face, if it wasn’t for the burning in his lungs he probably would’ve smiled. After a few more minutes of breathing he sees Ellie reach out a hand to him.
“C’mon” she says and at this point he is pretty sure he would rather a clicker bite him than get up.
“Gimme a minute” he breathed, his legs still aching he was almost certain that if he stood up right now his knees would give out.
“Get up, you lazy ass.”
He looked at her for a minute, silently he wondered if she had a death wish, before accepting the helping hand. He could feel the creaking and cracking of his joints as he stood upright again.
“Lazy ass” he groaned, turning to his right to see if you needed any help. Upon seeing that you’ve more or less recovered he walked past Ellie and continued. “I’m fifty-six years old, you little shit.” He hears Ellie laugh a little, he was willing to bet that if he turned his head around he would see you mocking him, and if he wasn’t so tired and ready to lay down and sleep for a couple of hours he would’ve.
It wasn’t long until they came across a glass door, one easily broken by force. One swift hit from the but of his shotgun and it shattered, at least, it shattered enough for him to reach the handle without cutting himself on the jagged edges of what remained. He entered first, in case there was danger it would hit him first instead of you or Ellie; but after it was clear that there was nothing dangerous between the four walls of what appeared to be the living room of an abandoned apartment he felt a certain stiffness in his shoulders ease a little. While looking around he took a moment, just one…just to look at you. It was clear now that whatever affects the head injury caused had subsided, however, even after reassuring himself that you were fine he couldn’t find the will to look away from you. His eyes studied the way your hair swayed as you moved around, he didn’t care about the gray streaks–in fact he found each wrinkle, each sign of aging to be beautiful on you. You wore it well, age complimented you. He wondered, though, if things were different–if there were no such things as clickers or if the cordyceps never evolved, if he would still think the same way; or if he would think of you at all.
“What now?”
He blinked and turned his gaze away from you, he must be more tired than he thought. Lack of sleep can really mess with someone's head, Joel thought.
“We will stay here for a couple of hours,” he said, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. “I’m going to scout out the rest of the apartment ... .it's a long shot but maybe there’s some supplies, see what you can find here."He was about to leave the room when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to look at you, you who always seemed to study him as if you haven’t known each other most of your lives.
“You should rest,” you said, “I’ll go ahead and look around, and before you argue I’m feeling better so don’t worry about me.” and with that you walked away, no room for arguments. He grumbled something intelligible even to himself when he heard you from the other room. “Go ahead and set up camp if you’re so antsy! “ it was amazing how you could tell exactly what he was doing without having to even look at him. He grumbled something else before gathering the cushions off of chairs and sofas, making makeshift beds on the floor, dust circling around them before settling back down onto the ground. There wasn’t much in terms of blankets other than what they had on their backs, but all in all they’ve slept in worse conditions before. Or at least, you and Joel had, to be completely honest, despite all of her talking Joel still knew next to nothing about the young girl that he was protecting. He knew she liked video games, and music, but most of all she seemed to like puns. Joel knew Ellie talked a lot and despite the million words per second that seemed to escape her, but how much of that was her saying something. He had some idea of what life was like for her back in the QZ, she obviously had a friend, but figuring by the way of her not saying much the friendship didn’t end well. With the current youth growing up in the midst of this futile war, they’re more violent (feral, really), they’ve got bigger mouths and moral compasses all askew, though he really couldn’t think of one person whose moral compass had never strayed from the straight and narrow even once since the outbreak.
There’s really only enough cushions to make two beds on the ground, realistically one of them would have to sleep upright in the chair. Joel groaned as he could already feel the crick in his neck forming at the thought. But it would be better if it was him with the crick in his neck than you.
You were taking your time scouting out the rest of the apartment, or maybe it just felt that way to him, maybe you’ve only been gone for a few minutes but it felt longer to him. Everytime you’re out of his sight it feels like you’re a million miles away even though he knows otherwise. It was odd, this hold that you had on him, it hadn’t been there before, or at least he thinks it hadn’t. A lot has changed since leaving the QZ, you both weren’t exactly the same people you were when this job started, or maybe it just took this job to see what was always there? Joel wasn’t sure, and honestly, by the way his limbs ached as he gathered the bucket and grabbed pieces of shattered glass fragments he was too tired to think further on it.
He had just finished setting the alarm trap when you appeared from the other room.
“There were two cans of food and a blanket, other than that it seems like this place had already been scouted for supplies ages ago.” you placed the two cans of peas by Joel to open and handed Ellie the blanket while you assessed the camping site. He had just finished slicing the lid off of one of the cans when you turned to him.
“So where is everyone sleeping?” You asked, not wanting to overstep or assume.
“I’m sleeping right here on the chair while you and Ellie get the cushions.” Joel replied, handing the open can to you only to watch as you passed it to Ellie. That was the other thing about you that had never changed, even when the outbreak happened. You always thought of other people before yourself, sometimes Joel wished he could be more like that, other times he wished you were less like that. It would save him a lot of stress.
“That’s ridiculous,” you objected, “I don’t see why you have to get a crick in your neck while we can both just lay on one set of cushions together.” the knife slips from his hand a little before readjusting his grip.
“Someone’s gotta keep watch.” he excused, but already he could see your eyes practically roll themselves out of your skull.
“It’s cold out,” you said, “I gave Ellie a blanket cause I figured she probably wouldn’t want to be huddled together with either of us for warmth–”
“Good call.” Ellie agreed.
“And it’s not like you and I haven’t slept side by side before, or huddled together for warmth. You set up an alarm trap, it’ll wake all of us up in case someone tries to kill us before sunrise. So quit with the excuses, eat some dinner and get some sleep.”
There was nothing left to say, no more room for argument as you get the familiar stubborn look on your face that he’s learned to associate finality with. With a sigh he responded with the only thing he could, “Yes Ma’am.”
Dinner had been quiet save for the scraping of forks against the metal tin of the inside of the can. Joel had shared his with you while Ellie had a can of her own. Both of you were used to eating half portions, though if he was honest, he had only a few bites while he let you have the majority of the cans contents.
Soon enough all of you had laid down, the cushions were a little worse for wear, covered in years worth of dust and a little flat but it was better than nothing. No, it wasn’t the dust burning his eyes a little or the hardness of the floor that prevented him from sleeping. It was you, your back was to him but he could still feel you next to him, hear the gentle noise of your breathing and while you didn’t exactly smell like a bouquet of roses, you smelled faintly of sweat but the scent of the lavender and peppermint bar soap that you took from Bill and Frank’s still lingered. Joel fought back the urge to get closer to you, it was frustrating, he can’t recall the number of times he’s slept next to you and yet this was never an issue–well–he can’t really say that. There would be times when he would wake and find himself closer to you with your arm hanging loosely around his waist, he would pretend later on that those interactions never happened, or that he didn’t spend a good few minutes looking at you, watching your nose twitch occasionally and hearing your slow and steady breathing. Joel turned over until he was facing the door, careful with his movements so as to not disturb you. Joel felt silly–stupid–really, he needed to kill whatever the hell this feeling was, he was protective of you because you grew up together and were friends that was it. He couldn’t afford to have you be anything else despite what that letter to Bill had said.
Joel tried closing his eyes and putting you from his mind, but once he finally managed to put you on the backburner Ellie came into mind. She was 14, Joel couldn’t even remember what he was like at fourteen except that he was punk. Always doing something he wasn’t supposed to do like smoke or sneak a swig of beer when no one had looked. Meanwhile here was Ellie, there was no doubt that she would be a punk too, skating after dark and probably stealing gum or something small from a convenience store. Instead she’s been forced to have a gun in her hand and had to learn to survive since she came into this world. She’s only fourteen and she went from being an ordinary person to the last hope humanity has to create a vaccine so that clickers become a thing of the past. A world without clickers…would Joel even want to live in a world like that? Was there a place for him in that world anymore? Without Sarah?...Joel didn’t like to think about how similar they were. Both funny and discerning and most of all brave. Too damn brave, too damn young. In a secret, awful way he was relieved that Sarah never had to be the one behind the gun but so damn angry to be the one in front of it. His mind brought him back to that look in Ellie’s eyes, that cold and angry look she said it wasn’t her first time shooting someone.
“Hey,” he said quietly, trying not to wake you, “you up?”
“Yeah?”
“When we were talking’ bout hurting people…what did you mean it wasn’t your first time?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” There was an edge to her tone, one that clearly said to leave it alone. It was something he had to respect.
“All right,” he gave in. moments of silence pass between them, the only silence was your soft snoring…still it ate at him so gently he rolled back over to see Ellie, who was looking at the ceiling. “You don’t have to, I’m just saying it’s not fair, your age…having to deal with all this…” he trailed off, fuck you were better at this than he was. He sees Ellie turn her gaze from the ceiling to him, brown eyes filled with a sadness that didn’t suit her age.
“So it gets easier when you’re older?”
“No,” he says honestly, “not really…but still.” there was a pause, some silence between them. Honestly, killing never does get easier, it just becomes the choice you have to make in dire situations, but it doesn’t make it easier to live with.
“The reason I asked whether you’d hear the glass or not earlier is cause I’ve noticed you don’t hear too well from your right side.” Ellie said, breaking the pause, “is it because you got shot there?”
“Probably more from shooting.” he answers before turning himself in for the final time, “so if you want to keep hearing I’d stick to the knife.” he closes his eyes, once again trying to clear his mind from thoughts of you or Ellie or anything really.
“Joel?”
He hummed in response.
“Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?”
“What?” opening his eyes and wondering what the hell she was going on about?
“Yeah,” she said somberly before following up with, “it runs in your jeans.”
It was an awful joke really, it shouldn’t have been as funny as it was but still he felt the laughter bubble up from his chest and shake him a little. It hurt a little, the sensation of laughter was something foreign to him now but still, it was pleasant. After that neither of them said a word, drifting off to sleep before they had to wake up and find their way out of this city.
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“Joel.”
He groaned
“Joel”
He groaned again.
“Joel I’m gonna need you to wake the hell up right now but be calm ok?”
Slowly his eyes opened, and the first thing he saw wasn’t you but of a man, couldn’t be younger than 18 with a gun pointed at you and Ellie while another kid, couldn’t be any older than eleven stood over him, orange facepaint over his eyes as he held Joel at gunpoint. Shit.
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to ashes, conflicted
Clint Barton x F!Reader
To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Summary: your patience runs thin with clint and your latest mission comes with complications.
Warnings: angst, canon-typical violence
Word Count: 2,010
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Sixty-Three Days
“Hungry?” you asked without looking up from the fridge. You pulled a plastic bag of leftover takeout off the shelf, fishing out a plastic container of curry. When Clint didn’t reply, or even acknowledge you at all, you dropped it onto the kitchen counter with more force than was strictly necessary. The lid wasn’t completely in place, and sauce splattered the countertop. You cursed to yourself, irritated further. You spoke under your breath, reaching for a towel. “Or I could just go fuck myself, I guess.”
It was catty, you supposed, but Clint had been oscillating between his usual self and frustratingly cold and dismissive over the last two months, and it was driving you insane. One day he’d be fine – for Clint, anyway – and the next, you’d be on the business end of the silent treatment. The normal days had gotten fewer and far between since the anniversary, and what triggered the silence, you still had no idea, but it was very quickly beginning to grind on the very last of your nerves.
Tossing the container into the microwave, you hit a couple of buttons and leaned against the countertop as the turntable began to rotate. You let yourself stew as it warmed, arm folding across your chest as you watched the archer head for the shower. He continued to avoid eye contact as though you weren’t there at all, even as the microwave beeped to announce its completion.
You sighed irritably and leaned your elbows on the counter as you picked petulantly at the curry. When Clint finally reemerged, he was dressed in most of his mission gear, and you tossed your fork in the sink. He didn’t even glance up as it clattered against the metal.
“You ready?” he asked gruffly from the couch, tugging on one of his boots.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you talking to me?” It slipped out before you could stop it, annoyance dripping from every word.
Clint looked up; an eyebrow raised. “What’s the matter with you?”
You probably should have just shut up, should have just gotten changed and followed him out the door. But instead, you wiped your hands on a tea towel and tossed it on the counter in front of you. The words kept spewing out bitterly. “I just didn’t realize today was one of the days you actually speak to me like I’m a human being.”
“…What are you talking about?”
Shut up, Y/N.
“What am I—” you scoffed, shaking your head as you rounded the counter towards him. “Clint, this is the first time you’ve spoken to me in three days, and its to ask if I’m ready to go on a mission we haven’t even talked about.”
“We—”
“No, we haven’t!” you snapped, brandishing a finger at him as you closed the distance between you. “Honestly, most days you treat me like I’m furniture around here and I am fucking sick of it! You disappear for months; you come back and tell me you ‘need me’ and, fine, I roll with that, but then you act like I’m not even here—”
Clint’s tone turned a shade of defensive, his jaw tightening and releasing. “I’m not—”
You stabbed him in the chest with your finger. “You act like I’m not even here, and you know what, that would be fine too, except when you finally do talk to me, I actually believe for a moment that things could be going back to normal between the two of us.”
“Everything is—”
“No, it’s not!” you shouted, your face inches from his. “Clint, I get emotional whiplash every time you decide to talk to me!”
“Would you just let me—”
“And I sit here and I pretend everything is fine, and meanwhile you’re pretending I don’t exist and you’ve got me yelling like some kind of sitcom reject and if you could just man up and stop being such a—”
Your words caught in your throat as Clint’s hand suddenly closed around it. He pushed you back against the wall, his thumb pressed hard against the corner of your jaw. In your anger you hadn’t realized just how close you’d been to him, and now even that limited space was gone, Clint’s body so close that you could feel his chest brush against yours with each of his breaths.
His fingers were tight, unforgiving, against your throat. And still you felt a thrill shoot through you, and your lips parted without breath. Clint’s eyes were dark. Anger and something else that sent a shiver straight to the small of your back burned in his gaze.
Your fists clenched and unclenched by your sides; a shield could force him away from you, release you, and maybe you should have been scared of this side of Clint, but his eyes fell for a moment to your parted lips and you couldn’t move.
Do it.
Clint released you, stepping away as though he’d suddenly woken up. He cleared his throat and you inhaled, still leaning back against the wall. Your breath shook as you caught it, your palms pressed against the wall by your thighs. Clint ran a hand through his hair, turning his back to you, and you exhaled as that tightness that had bloomed in the pit of your belly began to ease.
“Get changed,” he said finally, and you swore his voice was unsteady. “We’ve… we’ve got a window closing. We’ll talk about this later.”
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The ‘window’ had turned out to be a weapons deal in the middle of Holland Park – even three years after the Snap and with society beginning to rebuild its law enforcement within the populated areas, criminals seemed to have no problem with committing grand scale felonies in what were still considered major landmarks. Still, the park was very much deserted at this hour, and you found yourself using the silence around you to continue stewing over your… conversation with Clint as you made your way towards the Kyoto Gardens fountain.
You should have just ignored your feelings and followed after him obediently as usual. The helpful little sidekick just doing what she’s told. But no, you had to go postal on him, and now…
You sighed as you clambered up to the top of the fountain’s rock formation, carefully avoiding the water running between the stones. The foliage would mostly block you from view, and the darkness would do the rest. Clint would be nearby, waiting for his opportunity to strike.
Clint…
God, he was going to withdraw even more, wasn’t he? He was going to pretend everything was fine for a few days and then get even more monosyllabic. He might even disappear again.
You’d made a big show of telling him you didn’t care about him sleeping with you and taking off – you didn’t – and then you’d gone and acted like a frickin’ insane girlfriend.
Settling in a crouch on the outcrop, you continued to mull petulantly as you waited for the targets to show. It was almost an hour before anyone turned up, and an ache was starting to settle into both your head and your thighs. A furrow appeared between your brows as the man approaching the fountain arrived empty handed. You recognized his face – he was supposed to be doing the dealing here.
You reached up activate the comms device in your ear. “Hey, something’s off here, I—”
Your head jerked automatically as you heard a pebble skitter down the stones behind you. Hand flying automatically to your belt and you barely managed to roll out of the way as a baseball bat suddenly swung down toward you. Without your skull to stop it, it cracked against the stone you’d just been kneeling on.
Landing on your back on the uneven stones left you in just as bad a position and with a sharp pain in your shoulder, but going any further would have had you rolling right off the edge of the outcrop. The limited light now worked against you, and you stopped fumbling for your gun as the bat came arching down out of the darkness again.
You rocked back onto your shoulders and kicked upward with both feet. The grunt of your assailant told you you’d caught him in the stomach, and you scrambled back into a crouch long enough to pull the blade from the holster on your boot. The sound of voices below and the agonized cry of someone meeting Clint’s blade suggested the man on the ground’s back up had arrived at the same time as your attackers.
Straightening, you held the blade tightly in your fist. The metal shone as it briefly caught the light of the nearest lamppost.
“I told you the boss was on to something.” a gruff, eastern European voice said in the dark, and you raised the blade warningly. “There’s more than one Ronin.”
Oh, shit.
“Yeah, yeah.” came the cockney reply, the man still winded from his meeting with your boots. “Ronin’s got himself a girlfriend. Just get on with it.”
Oh, SHIT.
You swung wide with the knife as the first man approached, ducking under a swing from another baseball bat. The European caught you in the shoulder and you grunted, the blow hard enough that you dropped the knife. You heard it clatter against the rocks below. The cockney guy shoved past him and swung, and you dodged to the left, the move sloppy on uneven ground.
The urge to force them away with a shield was growing along with your nerves as they forced you back closer to the edge of the outcropping, and you swallowed it back. They were already far too informed, and you couldn’t risk them actually unpuzzling your identities. The cockney man rushed you, sensing your hesitation, and you dropped just as quickly. You used his momentum to throw him over your shoulder and send him crashing into the water below.
“Hülye kurva!” the European spat, and you stood quickly, slugging him in the jaw. He grunted, spat, and swung the bat again. You cursed as you moved too slow and the bat glanced off your side. Your fingers twitched in an automatic gesture; forcing the bat out of his hands would be so easy, but—
You jumped, grabbing hold of a tree branch above you. You swung forward, both feet meeting his chest. He fell and you landed in front of him, kicking the bat out of his hand. Removing your gun from its holster, you leveled it with his stomach, finger curling around the trigger.
And then your body suddenly seized as an excruciating pain exploded between your shoulders and set your whole body on fire. Fifty thousand volts coursed through you from the taser bolt in your back and you felt your limbs tense uncontrollably. Your eyes rolled back and you collapsed backward, off of the ledge. A sick, rushing sensation overcame you before you felt your back hit the water and the back of your head cracked against stone.
Then everything went black.
***
“Come on, Y/N. Come on, baby, breathe…”
An almost painful pressure on your chest forced you back into consciousness, the same feeling repeating four more times before you finally coughed the water from your lungs. You rolled onto your side and threw the rest of it up, your chest heaving and your hair dripping in your eyes as you tried to force them open again.
You’d been dragged from the water, a pool of it spreading from your clothes onto the stone beneath you. Your throat burned as you tried to gulp down air, and you coughed again. “Wh—?”
You felt yourself pulled upward, arms banding around your shoulders. Clint’s hand curled in your damp, tangled hair, your face tucked against the curve of his neck. “You gotta stop scaring me like this, Y/N.”
You coughed a laugh, wrapping an arm around his neck as tears burned your eyes. “I’m working on it.”
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AN: this chapter was short and took far too long to write, but I promise the next one will come much quicker!
AN2: The language we're seeing here is Hungarian - and that's because I'm going to be using a particular fictional Marvel country in a few chapters and it's canonically right next to Hungary, so I figured there would/could be an overlap in the language. No spoilers though!
#clint barton#clint barton x reader#clint barton x you#clint barton imagine#clint barton x oc#clint barton x ofc#clint barton reader insert#clint barton fanfiction#clint barton fanfic#hawkeye#hawkeye x reader#hawkeye x oc#hawkeye x you#hawkeye x ofc#hawkeye reader insert#hawkeye imagine#hawkeye fanfiction#hawkeye fanfic#mine: fanfic#mcu#mcu fanfiction#mcu imagine#mcu fanfic#mcu reader insert#marvel#marvel fanfic#marvel fanfiction#marvel reader insert#marvel imagine
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╰┈➤ 1.5k celebration ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━��━━━━━┓
thank you all, so so much for fifteen-hundred followers! it fills me with so much joy to know there are so many people reading and enjoying my work, and since i unfortunately can’t give you all physical gifts, in honour of this amazing day, i’m going to give you a prompt list!
so, below is a list of speech prompts which you will be able to request!
ideally, I would love it if when you request said prompt, you could also give me an idea of which rafe you want. for example; (prompt ten with dealer!rafe)
the celebration will run for two weeks, requests are open from the moment i post this, however i will start writing them from tomorrow, ending on the 28th. - important! the deadline for sending requests is the 28th, however i’ll continue to write then until the 4th of september, so don’t worry!
thank you love you, E x
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1) “stop being such a brat”
2) “don’t look at me like that”
3) “i don’t like the way he looks at you”
4) “did he hurt you?”
5) “you’re hot when you’re jealous”
6) “i know i shouldn’t be, but i am so in love with you”
7) “fuck, you’re so addictive”
8) “go back to sleep baby”
9) “you’re not well, go back to bed”
10) “are you fucking kidding me right now?”
11) “i’ll be here when you wake up, don’t worry”
12) “that feels nice”
13) “can you just hold me for a while?”
14) “please stay”
15) “you can do better then that, c’mon”
16) “you came” “you called”
17) “you look so pretty under the stars”
18) “c’mere, tell me what happened”
19) “he’ll never come near you again, i’ll make sure of it”
20) “shh, we’ll get caught”
21) “just fucking kiss me, asshole”
22) “now you know how it feels”
23) “you let anything happen to her and i’ll fucking kill you, alright?”
24) “m’gonna do it either way, so are you coming or not?”
25) “beg”
26) “i’ll be gentle sweetheart”
27) “you know where i am if you need me”
28) “you know where i live?”
29) “you shouldn’t be out this late by yourself”
30) “what are you? my dad?”
31) “you drive me fucking insane, you know that?”
32) “stop, you know i can’t say no to you”
33) “that’s what bestfriends are for!”
34) “hide the fucking bag, asshole”
35) “i didn’t have anywhere else to go”
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x fem!reader#outer banks#rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe#obx#rafecameron#rafe obx#dom!rafe#soft!rafe cameron#E’s1.5k#dealer!rafe cameron#dealer!rafecameron#dealer!rafe#bf!rafecameron#bf!rafe#mean!rafe#dark!rafe#dark!rafecameron#outerbanks#rafe fanfiction#rafe x reader#rafe x you#obx imagine#obx fanfiction#obx fic#obx x reader
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What I noticed TSN rewatch🤪
Eduardo coming to Marks dorm looking concerned at TWO AM. “You and Erica split up” Why r u checking his blog at 2:08 am… - 12:33 and his CONCERN the whole time “it’s on ur blog :(, Are you alright :(, I’m here for you” like damn
Dustin’s adorable wave to Wardo :((( - 12:34 and DUSTIN LAUGHING AT THE “i’m here for you. no i need the algorithm” LMAOO - 12:43
Wardo waiting for him after the face mash meeting :( sitting down, headphones in, clearly been there for a while - 20:32
EDUARDOS DADDY ISSUESSSSS. “You have no idea what that’s gonna mean to my father” - 37:04 AND THEN MARK SAYING “Sure I do” LIKE HE KNOWS AND CARES TOO. Also, “My father won’t even look at me. (1:40:03) and there’s one more time i know he mentions it i just don’t know where😭
“have you slept yet?” (36:06) even after mark made him wait and in that tone like aw
BRO THE FREAKING BEER THING. stop aaron sorkin david fincher you fucking menaces how dare you put that there. (46:58)
Eduardo’s “oh my god…” at 51:29 when he realizes that they are in the stall next to them
THE LOOK AT 52:09. OMG KILL ME RN.
Eduardo’s sad and painful look at Mark after Sy brings up animal cruelty, like ‘really, you went that low?’ - 1:12:39
Marks tap on Sys shoulder saying ‘stop no don’t go there’ - 1:12:42
The parallel of how happy and jokey Mark is when in the dorm during the chicken scene with Wardo being put side by die with how hostile they are and how sad he looks in the deposition scenes. he never once smiles.
Marks sad look at Eduardo after being exposed - 1:14:39
Eduardo’s disbelief at Mark going so low as the chicken thing 1:14:41
Mark opening his mouth to protest against 1:14:43
the pain in Eduardo’s eyes after Mark makes a half joke that probably would used to make him laugh. also the look of betrayal and the eyes that say I don’t even know you anymore. 1:18:17
The disconnect between Mark and Sean. “Ever think about that girl?” “No???” 1:23:52
How so genuinely happy Mark looks when greeting Eduardo in Cali. The little grin. The surprising him. The wack on the arm. the ‘Wardo’. - 1:30:50
“I want- i-i want- I need you.” aaron. sorkin. what. the. fuck.
“I didn’t know whether to dress for the party or the business meeting, so i kinda dressed for both.” (1:41:51) Um aaron you did not have to go so deep with that one my god do you ever think of our feelings.
The piano coming in at 1:43:46 after the reveal is just so heartbreaking.
The PAINNNNN in his voice at “You set me up 😕” (1:43:51)
Throughout the whole confrontation scene, Mark looks like he’s going to cry. so so badly. especially at 1:44:50 like PAIN. And 1:45:27, “Yeah” - 1:45:50, and the REPEATING “You didn’t have to be that rough on him.” (1:46:00).
When he hit 1,000,000 people on HIS OWN WEBSITE he looks downright depressed. not happy in the slightest. he just hit this amazing milestone. should be like the happiest moment of his life. yet he looks like he wants to cry. I wonder why. 1:47:10-1:47:20
Marks outfit during the deposition w the Winklevi being a collared shit and sweater, outfit during the first deposition with Eduardo being a half zip up, and then wearing a FULL SUIT for the second one?? okay then
You don’t really realize it but I think it’s fitting that the last we see of Eduardo the whole movie is the confrontation. Like chronologically, he’s in it for way after, but with the actual editing and all the time skips, his last line is “Makes me look so tough” and thats the last we see him. pretty cool.
through the whole movie just THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS DURING THE DEPOSITION. the SADNESS and REGRET constantly portrayed in mark. the PAIN AND BETRAYAL constant in Eduardo.
THE MOTHER FUCKING NORTH FACE ZIP-UP. WHAT THE HELL DAVID FINCHER. yeah this was genuinely insane tho. like that was unhinged. aaron sorkin, david fincher, AND WHOEVER THE BLESSED COSTUME DEISGNER WAS, reached new levels. we could’ve chalked everything up to gay people always looking for gay people in film, for exaggerating things that were only slightly there because of the need for more representation. but the north face zip up?? come on. I need to get me one of those now. the timeline makes so perfect sense too. We see Eduardo first wearing it when chilling in his dorm - 31:25. Then we next see him in it when at the intern “interviews” - 1:16:20. Then we don’t see if again for a little while, until MARK wears it during the business meeting - 1:33:52. This happens AFTER Eduardo visits Pao Alto. So he goes to Cali, presumably leaves the zip-up, (maybe even gives it??) and then ever since then Mark wears it in almost EVERY SINGLE scene. Because he misses Wardo. ITS INSANE. Like, the business meeting, then the phone call to Wardo. - 1:36:25. Then he wears it during the whole conformation, and is still wearing it later that night when Sean calls him. Like wow. That right there? Insanity. Purely CANONICAL gay insanity
and finally just some more character noticings. I really just love Divya omg. and the winklevii. like they r just so comedic at times. the first time i watched i viewed ty and cam as like one entity, but this time i really payed attention and like they r so different. cam usually takes the lead and he is very level minded and calm, while tyler is very hotheaded.
The first time andrew garfield just captivated me. i mean duh, he’s andrew garfield. but this time i just, wow. JESSE. he was perfect. PERFECT. best actor should’ve been his hands down. every single word he said was so calculated and made so much sense for his character like. and the real best part of his acting was his reactions, to everything that everyone else said. like he knocked it out of the park completely.
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so as someone who is only on chapter one of omori and is obsessed with it here are my thoughts as a new member of the fandom
bear in mind that i haven’t finished the game. i only just got to that one creepy forest place? like the one after the spiders? please don’t spoil!!
but spoilers for everything before that below
1) I HATE BASIL. he’s such a stupid little punk. “uwu im so smol and helpless and i always get bullied and i’m so sweet and innocent” I JUST KNOW THAT FUCKER IS HIDING SOMETHING. everytime i end back in that stupid white room it’s because HES DOING SOME SUSSY SHIT. i also just hate him and everything about him and i know for a damn fact that he’s hiding something horrible behind that sweet little smile and he thinks he’s tricking me but he’s NOT I KNOW HIS GAME.
anyway.
2) i literally cannot decide on a favorite character. i have a least favorite, that’s pretty obvious, but when it comes to a favorite im torn. i LOVE omori, aubrey, kel, and hero all the same! i love mari too but i’m a little salty against her because all her hints for the quests are severely unhelpful 😭 but i still love her tho. i just love the main four so so much and i physically cant choose who i like better. poor little aubrey seems so scared and alone when she has the pink hair and she’s so kind in the little space world thing. hero is a sweetheart and i can’t wait to meet him in the colorful world where i’m moving or whatever. and kel is literally so me 😂 it’s not even funny he just does whatever the fuck he wants and that deserves some respect on his name. and omori is a kickass main character who has a cool thing going for him. but these four characters are sooo well crafted and i love how they work together! it’s a great dynamic balance!
3) i’m either a really bad gamer or the game is super long. i finished the prologue in like seven hours. it took SO LONG. i’m not used to indie games taking that long to play considering that i got through all of undertale in like 10-12 hours my first time. it’s awesome! i love finding all the secrets and talking to all the npcs but DAMNNN.
4) this game has so. much. detail. it’s insane. like the sheer amount of mini games and tiny pockets of lore. it’s like higher than undertale level and i don’t mean to keep going back to undertale but i see a lot of similarities in the game style. i also totally got sucked into playing like 30 rounds of blackjack on omoris computer. it was cool af.
5) the fighting mechanics are super hard. maybe i just suck at strategy but i am so bad at the fights that i just run away whenever i have the opportunity 😭 it’s a problem. i also have no clue how the happy sad angry shit works, i just make omori sad so stab has an attack boost and make aubrey angry so headbutt has an attack boost but other than that i don’t really use it at all and i don’t understand it. maybe that’s why it took me literally 10 tries to get past space ex boyfriend? it’s really fun i just think it’s supposed to be easier than it is and i just missed a memo on strategy.
6) i really love the message so far. the way that mental health is portrayed as something that’s a never ending journey. omori doesn’t just breathe and then everything’s okay, the game highlights realistic coping strategies and makes things like depression, anxiety, and phobias to understandable for any audience through a very creative medium: an indie video game. it’s genius. and i just love how it’s been approached so far, it’s very inspiring!
7) i’m terrified that this fandom is gonna make me mad, i swear to god if i just walk in and see a bunch of basil stan’s i’m turning and walking back out 💀 i mean okay maybe i’ll like basil better later but chances for that seem very low right now. my sister told me that apparently he went through some trauma thing? womp womp don’t care he’s an annoying mf who keeps taking me back to that boring white room where i stab myself, he’s a party pooper and i want a tornado to blow his dumb little flower house down.
#omori#omori game#omori sunny#omori basil#omori mari#omori hero#omori kel#omori aubrey#omori first time#omori character#omori fandom#omori basil hate
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TELL ME ABT YOUR OTHER HYPERFIXATIONS!! Mine are currently Loki, ofmd, good omens, and Hozier :D
THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG!
There’s a few hyperfixations of mine I’m always talking about but right now there’s 3 main ones.
1. The Boys
2. Invincible
3. Peacemaker
The Boys is the main one; I loved it since it came out back in 2019. I moved on sometime after S3 ended and I found another hyperfixation but now new content is coming out with S4 so I’m back on my The Boys bullshit. I’m a Butchlander shipper, BILLY BUTCHER AND HOMELANDER CONSUME MY THOUGHTS. I AM BEYOND OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO! I need them to kiss…. And-and more. Anthony Starr and Karl Urban are my current celebrity crushes that I’m only able to think about. If you follow me in insta it’s just been The Boys 24/7 that I’ve talked about since new content started dropping thanks to S4. HOMELANDER IS MY BABYGIRL I WILL DEFEND HIM I DON’T CARE FOR HIS CRIMES I DON’T CARE IF I’M SUPPOSE TO HATE HIM, I LOVE HIM. BILLY BUTCHER MY GOTH BOYFRIEND I WILL DIE IF YOU DIE. HE CANT DIE, HE JUST CAN’T. S4 teaser was insane, so much was going on, Black Noir is back?! And Jeffrey Dean Morgan is joining the cast! AND TEAMING UP WITH BUTCHER?! They said that trailer was just a scratch on the surface of what happens, wasn’t even a trailer just a teaser but it had so much going on WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’T JUST A SMALL TASTE OF S4?! I’m scared but excited. I’m nervous but excited (Billy if you fucking die on me- that’s what I’m most worried about)
Invincible is my other current hyperfixation, S1 was so good and I can’t wait for S2 to continue. They should’ve dropped all the episodes at once that way I don’t have to wait but whatever. Vigilante is my little meow meow from Peacemaker. I love Adrian so much, hate that I gotta wait till like 2025-2026 for S2 possibly.
My other interests that I talk about all the time (not currently much though thanks to The Boys) are:
• NATM/JedTavius
• Venom/SymBrock
• SamBucky/Marvel in general
• FNAF
• Who Framed Roger Rabbit
• Maleficent
• The Simpsons
Night at The Museum came out when I was 7, I’m 24 now, I haven’t moved on. It was my first hyperfixation and ship before I even knew what that all meant. I’ve written like 30 JedTavius fics. I’m a Venom fan first and a Spider-Man hater second. I will defend Venom at all times and Eddie and him are definitely in love. When the FNAF film came out it brought me back to my FNAF phase, Foxy’s my favourite with Bonnie being second. I watched the film about 20 times. Then in November I started a personal rewatch challenge on Insta where I watched it all month long. Meaning I’ve probably watched it at least 50 times and I still haven’t gotten sick of it (also I love the Josh Hutcherson whistle meme. I don’t care how much people hate it I think it’s funny.) I’m a huge Marvel fan, I literally grew up with the comics, I’m not kidding those were read to me as my bedtime stories. My favourite characters are Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes as a result I ship them. I never shipped Stucky, that never made sense to me whilst Sam and Bucky have so much chemistry. Sam Wilson is everything to me, I adore SamCap he’s MY Captain America (still love Steve though!) Roger Rabbit is my favourite fictional character of all time, my biggest comfort character. Growing up I really tried to base my personality off of him, the world might be obsessed with Jessica Rabbit but I’m obsessed with Roger. People need to draw, edit, and cosplay him as much as they do Jessica. I’ve been a huge Simpsons fan since I was like 10 and my mother dropped me off at my aunts house and she left leaving me alone with my cousin who was watching The Simpsons and it took off from there. Nelson Muntz is my funky little son and they need to make Nelisa canon. Maleficent is my favourite Disney character (actually like quite a bit of Disney, second favourite character being Donald Duck) I based a lot of my style around her, and I have a lot of Maleficent collectibles. I absolutely love the Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent films (totally ship her with Diaval).
There’s a few other things that I really, really love. I’m also a huge horror fan my favourite being Chucky/Child’s Play as well as Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (not 3D), Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. Sanrio, Kuromi is my favourite second is Pochacco, I really love animated films and cartoons. IT, Monster High, and more. I’m also a collector of all these things.
So there you have it. Those are all my hyperfixation and fandom’s that I’m in. Right now especially those first 3 that I talked about (seriously can you tell I really like The Boys? Lol)
#got a little carried away at the end there and started talking about some other stuff that I love#you probably know a lot more about me than you wanted to I’m not sorry
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Forever fearful
Part 1
Part 2
Pt.3 of fear
The shooting went on for 10 minutes but I felt like hours that was until you hear Wilbur “stay the fuck away from there!” You hear a guy chuckle and it sounded really close to you “I SWEAR IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP ILL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT RIGHT NOW!” You hear a gun reload but it was from where you heard the chuckle “don’t you fucking dare” the blanket was snatched from over you and there was a guy who looked pretty scary and he grabbed you and held his gun to you head “sorry to ruin your engagement little lady” “p-please don’t hurt me” he whispered “oh the boss made it very clear he wants you alive…” “take the gun off her head!” “Or what?” “I’ll kill you all!” “And risk losing your pretty little wife” Wilbur takes one to many steps closer “oh you must really want me to put a bullet in her head” “you won’t I heard you say you won’t” “well then your mistaken” he then shoots you in the head with something but not a bullet a sedative and takes your body and runs with it, Wilbur chased after him but realized he was to late and it looked really realistic and Wilbur fell for it his wife was dead she hadn’t even been his wife for an hour or even 30 minutes she didn’t even get to be hind wife only his fiancé and she was dead because of him and the bastards took her body too, he going to get her body back and give her a proper burial and avenge her.
You wake up in a fancy room but filled with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, it kinda looked like a princess’s room but like if the princess was 10 year old girl, the door unlocks and a tall but not as tall as Wilbur guy enters the room “oh hello sweetness” “w-who are you where am I?” You shake in fear “I’m Mateo I’m your future husband now can I see your hand real quick” you show him your hand and he grabs the ring off your hand and throws it out the window you scream “No!” You start to sob “why would you do that?!” “Because it’s from another man and you belong to me” “no I don’t I belong to wilbur!” The man slaps you and you shut up and start to cry harder “I’m sorry darling it’s just it hurts when you say another man’s name”
The past few days Wil hasn’t been sleeping or eating or doing anything just looking at pictures of you both and holding your comfy sweaters, you always had the softest sweaters, “Wil?… oh um heyyy buddy I was wondering if you wanted some pasta I made?” Wilbur looked at the door and it was phil “she made the best pasta” “I uh okay um I have a plan for your revenge?…” Wilbur sits up “let me hear it” Wilbur looks at him dead in the eyes “I uh remember how you told me you put a tracker in y/n’s ring?…” Wilbur nods frowning slightly and trying not to break down since you only got to wear the ring 10 minutes “what if we track that and it’ll take us to where they put her and then we can get the dogs to follow there scent” Wilbur’a face turns into a insane grin and he gets up and hugs phil and pats his back really hard “oh god phil this is why your my right hand man!” “Mhm but uh take a shower before we go and uh I would throw those clothes out” he points to wils briefs and one of his sweaters that you used to steal from him “no”
“Why won’t you eat it!” The man had been trying to feed you apple sauce like a baby “I can feed myself!” “No you can’t you need me to take care of you!” “No I-“ he shoves a spoon full of apple sauce in your mouth you try to spit it out but he covers your mouth “it’s either you eat like this or I’ll have to mouth feed you like a baby bird” you gag “that’s disgusting” “then let me feed you” “fine” after a few times you didn’t mind much it wasn’t that bad I mean all you had to do was sit and open your mouth and swallow (y’all r dirty minded) it was just until he trusted you
Wilbur had gotten dressed into a black dress shirt and pants and the chain with your first initial he looked at it before putting it on and had a little breakdown “why’d that have to happen why to you why not me…I’ll be there soon i promise my love as soon as I get my revenge and get you a proper funeral” he kissed the picture of you on his night stand “I’ll be up in heaven with you…” he left and went to the office were he’ll be holding a meeting to discuss the plan to get your body back and killing the fuckers that killed you
“Excuse me mr.Mateo?” “Sweetness I told you call me what you would call a boyfriend or husband but what is it?” “I uh does everyone think I’m dead?…” “unfortunately but on the plus side that means we can be together forever!” You frown then fake smile “ oh um yeah” he kisses you but you don’t kiss back you just miss your Wilby you wonder how he’s doing
He sighs and looks at the picture frame it’s a picture he took of you on your first date and when you were asleep in the care on the way to your death place “todays the day I avenge you my love I-I really don’t want to see your body if we do find it…it’s what’s keeping me from believing your not here with me anymore making me dinner and breakfast and bringing lunch to the office and sitting in my lap and sleeping when I’m working in the office at home…god you were so cute asleep I even confess to taking tons of pictures of you asleep, the plan is to track your ring then use technos dogs to sniff out your murderers then kill them and then I’ll be there with you my love”
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if my BPD can scream
1. I wish i could have a normal love... but no, my brain wants to worship every little detail of you until it drives me insane
2. sorry i pushed you away i felt abandoned and suicidal
3. I’m sick of going to bed and knowing things won’t be better tomorrow
4. I'll ask you thousands times if you really love, please don't get annoyed
5. I'll create "drama" and mishaps only to feel like I'm in home
6. i’m afraid that one day my anger will overshadow the little love i still have left for the world
7. I feel numb. No tears, no anger, nothing. Just going through the same day again and again. I would rather just sleep without waking up.
8. I'm so tired of everytime one small argument or inconvenience breaks out I want to end it and self destruct, it's so draining.
9. I want to stop feeling anything and when i actually don't it breaks my heart but I can't cry it out.
10. "its all in your head" well duh where tf else is it gonna be??? in my fucking kidneys????
11. I am constantly between wanting people to care about me and wanting them not to so I can hurt myself without feeling guilty
12. Psychiatrist told me there is no cure for bpd and I've to change myself. Well why cant they just let me die then?
13. Until you live with bpd you'll never know what it's like to be too much and not enough at the same time.
14. i know im constantly too much for everyone but sometimes i just want to be enough for someone
15. if he will leave me, my next diagnosis will be of "sociopath"
16. im so jealous of all the people who see him and touch him and talk to him every single day it should be me me me me
17. oh I got my hair coloured. why? because I can't hurt myself anymore
18. "you're so distant" because you can't handle my abandonment issues.
19. My younger self disappoint me a lot. like why were you begging people to stay in your life? ohh no worries I know the answer
20. I wanna throw a plate against the wall, stab a knife through my hand, destroy my laptop with a hammer, smash my door in with an axe and spray graffiti all over the walls of my room
21. Why shouldn’t I be mad? Why can’t I just be angry and be allowed to feel it? Why can’t I burn everything down?
22. I have to watch my mouth every fucking second to make sure I don't destroy every relation I have coz apparently social life matters!!
23. Isnt it fucked up how he got away with every horrible thing he made me experience and I’m the one who has to live with myself feeling absolutely fucking worthless
24. I don't deserve food and love. im a horrible person.
25. this is how my eating cycle goes
feeling weak coz i haven't ate anything -> eat -> purge -> feeling guilty after purging -> eat more -> feeling guilty after eating so much -> cry coz you don't know what's happening
26. the diagnosis makes me believe I'm not insane just lil emo ig!! NOOOO YOU'RE INSANE
27. “don’t let it bother u” baby i’m gonna be bothered by this for the next 10 years
28. if I tell you I love you its equivalent to I can kill someone for you
29. Actually upon further inspection that shit really hurt my feelings
30. I don't dive into insecurity anymore, i drown in self-loathe
31. i shut up in between group convo coz I know I'll talk invaluable shit and nobody really cares what I say until it's psychology class
32. "if you are fully aware of yourself, why do you keep acting like that?" slapping self awareness on top of bpd only grants the ability to watch yourself self-destruct straight from the vip section thats all it does literally
33. “Where do you see yourself in the future” building a cult for mentally ill people
34. ofc I've a praise kind i was ignored as a child
35. I'm much better than I was before. you know why coz I don't to air now and don't see monsters walking by side all the time
36. No I don't want to self harm anymore I need to kill that fucking monster
37. Don't mind me, I'm just casually sabotaging all my positive relationships with negative delusions because my life doesn't feel real unless something dramatic and destructive is constantly occurring
38. i don’t care i don’t care i don’t care (im going to sob my fucking eyes out)
39. “Stop making your disorder your personality” I have a fucking personality disorder for god sake
40. turning my mental illnesses into kinks and calling it the BDSM-5
41. "destroy something precious while you're in rage" ohh yeaa and then I'll do that again and again
42. what I hate most about my BPD is the fact that I have started doubting every emotion that I’ve ever felt in my life, whether it’s love, my grief through multiple traumas, or my anger, & it’s so saddening. It has actually led me to start questioning my reality.
43. if I need medication to stay alive, am I really meant to be here?
44. it's either be alone without 75% of my symptoms, or be with someone and display the most horrendous unstable awful version of myself. why do i have to choose between love & happiness or peace & stability?
45. That fucking bpd rage where everyone's voices makes you want to scream and every noise around you makes you want to sh and you're so mad you can almost feel the cuts everywhere
46. getting worked up to the point of becoming physically ill (throwing up/stomach issues etc) because you felt rejected/abandoned by your favourite person
47. i wish my trauma made me kind as everyone says but i’m becoming what i fear the most- a monster.
48. imagine getting diagnosed with a personality disorder and the only visible representation of that disorder is an animated horse man, a sociopathic sitcom character from philadelphia, and darth vader
#bpd#bpd awareness#personality disorder#borderline personality disorder#mental illness#mental health#mental instability
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how long do you think it’s gonna take sam to delete the “meet my girlfriend” video😭 i’m sorry i know i’m digging up the grave rn but i am seriously still in shock about kat and sam. i never felt they would actually get married but their breakup was so abrupt and final. sort makes me wonder how long sam was thinking about doing it because i think it was entirely sams idea and i don’t think you make a life altering decision like that in just a few days
it just does my head in a little because i cannot comprehend dating someone for 7 years of my life just for my partner to just one day decide he doesn’t want the life we’ve been envisioning for yearsss. i pray this never happens to me. i would go balls to the wall insane.
I don't think Sam will delete any of those old videos, tbh. I doubt that's even a thought in his mind, at this point.
This is going to be very controversial and liable to get me into trouble, so behind a cut I go lol.
I think I mentioned this once, a long time ago - but I saw this breakup coming a mile away, and am surprised how nobody else did.
Sam never made it a secret that he saw marriage of a deathknell of sorts; an end to his youth, to his fun, to Sam as he knows it. He always said he didn't want to get married until he was well into his 30s, and there was no part of him that was honestly acting like someone that was changing their minds on that.
If anything, he seems to be age regressing, but I digress lol.
My best assumption as to what happened is that Kat and Sam had been talking about marriage for some time, but in very broad terms ie: "when we get married someday, we'll do this." Sam was fine with that, because someday is a vague as fuck target that he could move the goalposts on any time he felt like.
But I think sometime in 2022, Kat starting wanting more. She wanted to finally be treated like a priority, and not just the girl he was casually dating. They both alluded to arguments they had about how Sam always worked and couldn't spend enough time together, which I'm sure was grating on her after 7 years of it.
So, Sam starts trying to spend more 1:1 time with her. Date nights, domestic dinners with just the two of them, mini-vacations, hiring editors for himself so he had more time throughout his days...the whole run. And this worked, for a while.
But the thing with this, is that both of them saw this move differently.
Kat saw Sam prioritizing her and their relationship as a step in the right direction, towards marriage. Sam saw it as a plateau move in their relationship; a way to continue to stave off the inevitable creeping hands of old age and death for as long as possible.
So, Kat starts bringing up their marriage plans again and at first, Sam is down for it because he's still looking at it as a vague, far off and almost hypothetical goalpost that he can move whenever HE wants, so he's all "yea sure, we'll do that," and he's into it and everything is hunky dory.
And then one day he realizes something: Kat isn't speaking in hypotheticals anymore. She's starting to move the goalpost, instead of letting him be in control of it.
And we all know Sam loves being in control of everything, at all times.
Now, he's starting to lose control on the marriage situation. He's starting to feel pressure to live by someone's else plans and timetables, instead of his own.
And then Colby gets cancer, and boom - another situation he has absolutely zero control over.
And I think one day he just flipped. Who knows what actually sparked him making the decision to break up with her; maybe it was a massive case of flight or fight and he (weirdly) chose flight. Maybe he just felt like he needed to remove one stressful out of control situation from his life, and he certainly wasn't going to cut Colby out in the middle of all that, so Kat lost.
Who knows, maybe he was still freaked out about Colby and Kat made the mistake of pressuring him to prioritize wedding planning in the midst of all that.
Or maybe, just maybe, all of the pressure and the loss of control and the fear of being forced into this "deathknell" situation of marriage tailspun him into a massive midlife crisis.
Who knows what triggered it, honestly. But I'm not surprised it happened, not at all.
I feel really bad for Kat, because I think the situation is so out of left field and painful - and then to top it off, she had to slap on a smile and hide it for months while fans continuously spammed her with things like "oh Sam, you need to wife her up" and stuff like that. And then they film that video and he's there - the man who literally switched up out of the blue - sobbing and saying how great their relationship was and framing himself as the hero of their story and of course she had no reaction, she was angry and hurt! But now he's getting all the sympathy and she's getting all the hate for a breakup she clearly did not ask for, want, or see coming.
It's truly awful, and I feel for her.
But honestly, it's for the best. They can both move on, find themselves, find who they are as people outside of being "Satrina" and grow.
Anyway, did that even answer your question? I have no clue lol.
#asks#disclaimer: my opinions are not law and are not that important please don't lose sleep over me
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