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how to be a jackass Introduction
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Tonight I’m going out with my sister and her boyfriend because apparently ‘I need to get a a life’ which I think is kinda rude but the only reason she’s saying that is because her and her boyfriend are thinking of moving out together but I don’t know anyone around town and she doesn’t think I’m responsible. She’s right
“Are you kidding me we need to leave in a half hour and your still in your pyjama’s chop chop”she claps her hands in my face.
She can get quite stressed when it comes to me I wasn’t the easiest to grow up with I was a bit of a hothead we both have a few stories from tell of our fights which she still has a scar form that she never shuts up about
“Alright calm down I have loads of time” I push myself off the sofa and just as I walk past her I barge her against the wall and quickly scurry to the bathroom and lock the door before she gets crazy.
I walk into my room with a towel wrapped round my body and one in my hair and flick the tv on just to have some noise in the background it was an alright show jackass that I would watch when I get back late and nothing else is on except teleshoping. I don’t have anything against it but they need to step it up cos I know give me 10 or 20 bucks I’ll do anything they do.
I find an old shirt from when I was like 15 or something and picked up some jeans that were laying on the floor before slipping on some shoes.
“See I’m ready in what 5 minutes you need to take some Xanax I swear”
“Your hair is literally dripping” I flip my head back and forth no doubt getting it on her. And walk down to her boyfriend Oliver who was gonna drive us.
Once we get their it’s already kicking off and walk towards the bar but some grown men are standing there ignoring me while I ask them to move so I manage to budge my way through them and get a rum and coke.
I start to sweat being surrounded by 15 people who clearly know nothing about personal space. I see my sister and Oliver talking to some dude and my sister starts pointing me out and calling me over.
Y/n come here so you know that show you love jackas-
Love? No I don’t love it I don’t even like it that much but what does that have to do with anything?
“Y/n”she says my name like my mum used to when I would break something she jerked her head to the man just standing there and at first I’m confused but then I realise who he is Oh shit
you don’t like the show sweetheart?the leader of the show asks
“I mean It’s alright but you could do better.” He laughs a bit at my words “oh yeah what then?”
“Nah I didn’t mean to be rud- no I’m serious what do you think”
“Do more nasty shit or more extreme stuff and more painful stunts all in saying is anything you lot do I could do if I knew I was getting paid or just for a laugh”
Ill buy you a drunk if you make out with that man at the bar he points to a fat man who is drenached with sweat and is missing a tooth at the bottom
“Easy.”
I walk over to him and straight up grab his face and kiss him slipping my tongue and feel him grab a handful of my ass and a few seconds later pull away and walk back over to Johnny using the bottom of my shirt to try and wipe my tongue
“Ok your’e turn Pants that biker playing pool” Johnny looks at him and he looks like he will smash his face in. He walks over there and waits till he has his back to him and as hard as he can yanks his jeans down with his boxers coming as well exposing his bare crack Johnny turns round and ores tends to be in a conversation with some random lady.
The man pulls Johnny to face him and holds him by the colour getting redder and redder. His friends start crowding him and they look like they’re gonna jump him so I walk over and tell him.
“Sir they ran into the bathroom he didn’t do it.”
He lets go of Johnny and storms towards the bathroom with his friends following hot on his heals. I burst out laughing making my eyes water.
“I was about to get my ass kicked”Johnny said joining in on your’e laugh.
The night progressed like this having a couple drinks doing some dares. I didn’t even know that Olivier and my sister left. Some of his fiends joined in.
Running along the bar naked then getting pushed off -Chris
I poured salt in my eye
Ehren getting pool balls thrown at him.
And obviously Steve o lit himself on fire spreading it onto my hair
And so on by the end we were all drunk as fuck and had been kicked out.
I wake up with a throbbing head ache and open my eyes but getting blinded by the lights once they adjust I’m in the bath but I don’t recognise it. I get out and try and find out where I am I hear voices so I walk towards it and then it clicks.
We got kicked out and went back to Steve os apartment carrying on the night everything else’s is a bit hazy right now.
I see all of them in the living room chatting and I also see Steve o wearing my shirt that is 4 sizes too small and some boxers.
Hey Steve o can I have my shirt back I groggily ask making them look towards me probably forgetting I was here.
Yeah dude. He takes it off and throws it at me and I take off the one in wearing and give it to him.I turn around and change
“Dude that bruise is gnarly” I look down at my hip bone and see it decorated with a purple bruise from when I tried to break the door down.
“Y/n you weren’t bullshitting last night we’re you? Johnny asks
“What about?”
“Well we were thinking you were right we gotta be more exciting and you seemed pretty into it would you wanna join.”
“No offence babe but Johnny she was drunk as shit she won’t do any of it sobre”
“Try me.”
Time skip
“Im y/n y/l/n and this is electric mouse trap.”
I stick out my tongue and let Chris clip it on to my tongue and immediately feel the electricity. I Jump around in pain trying to keep it in as long as I can to prove to them I can do it. I Shake my head and rip It off my tongue and It feels numb. I try to speak but all that’s coming out is jibberish and everyone including myslef laugh.
“Welcome to jackass y/n”
Guys I’m baaaack
This will be a slower burn series of bam x reader and jackass girl don’t know how often I will post but I’ve planned at least 3 chapters and I’m so excited message me any headcannons you wnat in this
Ik bam wasn’t in this but just you wait
My requests are still open
-liv
#liv’s writing#jackass x reader#bam margera x reader#steve o x reader#steve o#bam margera#johnny knoxville#jackass imagine#jackass#chris pontius#dave england#danger ehren#ryan dunn#wee man#preston lacy
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𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 - 𝐥.𝐜 🪸
daughter of poseidon!reader x luke castellan 🫧
summary- in an attempt to keep percy from going insane, y/n is forced to keep her relationship with luke a secret
warnings- feminine reader, post tlt but no luke betrayal (percy is there and chris and clarisse are together), use of y/n
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Since the dawn of time, you and Luke Castellan have been best friends. Attached at the hip since birth, the two of you have always been close. He was the one who helped you conquer your most intimidating challenges, whether that be the nervousness due to the first day of school or a Minotaur vigorously hunting you down.
And you assisted him, too. On those sleepless nights due to haunting nightmares, you lay beside him, comforting him through every scared shiver. It had always been Luke and Y/N, two peas in a pod, destined to spend eternity together.
Now, you both reside in Camp Half-Blood, eagerly awaiting your next adventure. You loved your time at the summer camp, whether it was tending to the young children or paddle boarding on the smooth and crystal blue lake that glimmered as sunlight passed through. It was thrilling to live such a beautiful life with the people you loved most.
It all started when you waltzed into the infirmary at fourteen, hurt and confused, with Luke and Annabeth by your side. The journey to get here was long and painful, losing one of your best friends, Thalia, in the process. Your head throbbed as Chiron explained the basis of everything, since this whole Greek God situation could be hard to process.
Poseidon, the God of the Sea, claimed you with ease the moment he saw you lingering by the lake all day. With Hermes, it took him a lot longer to accept Luke. However, you cheered him up when no one else could, lighting up his whole world, and no matter how bummed he was about his absent father, your illuminating smile shifted his mood instantly.
You’ve been a year-rounder since then; the world is too dangerous for you to venture off. Every once in a blue moon, however, you wish that just for one year, the monsters would stop prowling and you could explore the cities that tourists swarmed on a regular basis. Other times, you were happy to live in the warm solace you referred to as camp. The companions made inside the safe haven were incomparable to all the mysteries that roamed outside.
Around a year ago, a small blond boy arrived, his cluelessness mirroring yours when you first stumbled in. As you gave him the standard tour, something seemed to be off. The stories he shared of devious monsters attacking reminded you of your childhood, and a feeling of suspicion and concern arose.
Your wariness was only confirmed when the golden trident floated above Percy’s head. Sure, you were excited to have a younger brother, but you knew the dangers the life of a forbidden child contained. So, you made it your honorary job to protect him no matter the circumstance. You taught him how to surf and how to use his powers for the greater good.
And so a magnificent connection was formed, with you and him bonding like full siblings. He loved hearing all of the gossip between the older campers, and you loved when he updated you on how his friends were doing. Not to mention the chaotic board game nights you and he shared with Annabeth and Luke. There were almost no hidden secrets, for you told each other everything. Which is why you felt horrible about the massive personal detail you left out of your weekly yapping session.
You and Luke had been dating for three months. You had liked each other for a while, but eventually the overly flirty comments and long stares got the best of him, and he confessed . One breezy night, he asked you to meet him on the waterfront before bed. You obliged, stepping out into the chilly weather to find hundreds of blooming flowers (courtesy of the Demeter kids) arranged neatly in a heart. It was cheesy, but it was the exact type of movie love you were looking for.
That chilly, moonlit evening, you decided it was best to keep your relationship hidden from Percy and, for that matter, most of the camp. Close friends, such as Clarisse and Chris, knew, but that was only because you went on frequent double dates with the pair. But that doesn’t mean others didn’t bat an eye at your overly friendly relationship. You had almost been caught multiple times, despite Luke being the son of Hermes, who was known for his sly nature.
The first time it happened was entirely Luke's fault. You and him had just finished archery training and were walking to lunch, where the rest of camp resided. As soon as you approached the bustling picnic tables, you were dragged off by the Aphrodite kids, who wanted your help with some fashion emergencies. That left Luke with Chris and Percy, along with some other campers from Hermes cabin.
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“How was archery?” Asked an unclaimed kid, who Luke had little interaction with. They had small talk every once in a while, but not enough for him to know any personal details about his life.
“It was fine. You know, my girlfrie-“
Luke was lucky looks couldn’t kill, because with the way Percy and Chris were staring at him, he would have been six feet under already. He tried his best to salvage the situation, continuing on as if nothing had happened.
“My friend hit three bullseyes in a row. It was really impressive.” He finished, staring down as he pushed around his mushy broccoli with a flimsy spork, hoping to avoid the glares of his, let's face it, practically brother-in-law. Lucky for him, Percy shrugged it off, and the topic was quickly changed.
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The second time, however, was most certainly your mistake.
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The dull light from the moon provided little protection from the consuming jet black sky. You and Luke had to sneak out after hours often, which was one of the major downsides to a private relationship.
“No!” You playfully shouted, trying to juke him out as you ran through the rocky sand of the shoreline. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), your boyfriend was the most athletic kid on camp. He easily caught you before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the navy blue lake.
You gently punched his back through strained laughter, gasping for oxygen. But as he attempted to step into the cold winter waters, you used your powers to manipulate the sea so it avoided his path. And with one quick swoop of your hand, he was drenched with the cooling solution, and you remained dry.
He set you down, aggressively shaking the water from his head. “I forgot you were like the princess of the sea.” He said. Your harmonious giggles caused him to grin from ear to ear.
“Yeah, maybe not the best choice on your end. C’mon, Percy probably has a shirt for you.” You replied, interlocking your fingers and skipping back to your cabin.
You sneakily creaked the door open, hand over your mouth to try and hush the laughs that spilled out. Percy was sound asleep, snoring softly as you made your way to his dresser, rummaging through the array of neon orange shirts.
“Here. Mr. D gave him the wrong size by accident a while ago.” You whispered toward him before dragging him back out with the fabric still in hand. Once outside, he slid his soaking shirt off, carefully placing it next to your clothes that hung on the drying line. After giving him the t-shirt, you kissed him goodnight and headed back to get some much-needed sleep.
The next day, Percy awoke you with violent shakes, causing you to twist and groan with confusion.
“Get up. It’s like eight already. Don’t you have counselor activities to tend to too?” He said.
You shot up in a panic, staring down at the clock that read 8:03 a.m., almost 20 minutes after your morning duties. With an exasperated sigh, you slipped out of bed and rushed to grab a clean t-shirt from outside.
Still dazed, you grabbed a familiar shirt off the clothing line and rushed back inside, quickly changing in hopes of escaping Chiron’s anger for your unpunctuality.
While you happened to make it to breakfast on time, you failed to notice how unusually long the shirt was or how the tag on the back had the initials “L.C.” loosely scribbled on them. However, everyone else noticed your strange outfit.
“Whose shirt is that? Why is it so big?” Percy was immediately questioned as you sat down with your food tray in hand.
“What do you mean?" You asked, glancing back down at your lengthy attire, before realizing your mistake. “Oh! I spilled something on my only clean shirt, so I borrowed that old one from you. Sorry.” You salvaged, and others seem to believe you.
You made eye contact with Luke from across the table, growing flustered instantly due to the anxiety-inducing incident.
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The third and final time might have been your fault, too. But by then, the two of you were fed up of keeping it secret.
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“Awe, look at the little lovebirds!”
Clarisse voiced as she shakily pointed a digital camera towards Luke and you, who were engaged in your own conversation.
Gorgeous flowers blossomed around the couple, ranging in various colors and sizes. Laughs rang through the air as Chris, Clarisse, Luke, and you all hung out one hazy camp afternoon.
You looked up at the girl, smiling brightly as you twirled a pink flower in your palm. Grabbing Luke’s jaw with your soft, freshly manicured hands and turning his head to look in their direction, Chris pulled out a Polaroid camera, snapping a photo of the teens.
As the black picture slid out of the small box, Chris handed it to Clarisse, who shook it with force in order to see the image fully.
“Do you want me to take one of you two?” You asked, snatching the camera from Chris’s hands and pointing it towards them.
They posed, and the photo turned out super cute. You stared down at your frilly ruffle socks that stuck out of your high-top navy blue Converse. The toes of the shoes had been decorated with the signatures of all of your friends.
“It’s getting late; wanna head back?” Chris suggested the others let out a groan. He was right; they had camp duties to attend to, but being wrapped in their loved one’s embrace was so much more appealing.
You hopped up reluctantly, Luke grabbing your hand as you took the scenic route back to the cabins, the other couple straying a different way.
“I love going out with them.” You declared, breaking the silence and dramatically swinging your intertwined arms.
“Me too. It makes me feel like we’re just regular people.” He responded, smiling at her with such genuineness.
“Maybe in another universe.” You replied, sighing as you let out a light giggle.
“Speaking of which,” you continued. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”
“Duh. We’re probably Gwen and Spiderman in one.”
“Totally.” They grinned, enjoying the comfort they brought each other in the chaos that was their life.
After hours of training, you slipped back into Cabin 3, taking the photo out of your back pocket and placing it on your bed. You smiled at the sweet situation before Luke burst in, calling you to the bonfire. Obliviously, the Polaroid was left open on your bed, exposed to the world.
You basked in the warmth of Apollo’s kids songs, zoned out while mindlessly swaying to the beat of the guitar. Luke, who was sitting beside you, noticed you staring off into space and questioned it.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“I wanna tell Percy about us.” You replied, looking into his eyes to detect his emotions. He seemed surprised at first, but his expression changed to one more supportive a few seconds later.
“I agree. I mean, he might try to literally drown me, but I hate lying to him.”
“Me too.” You finished, turning back to face the singer. However, you instead met eyes with a furious-looking Percy, holding a small black rectangle in his hands. Your heart stopped, and you leaped up to rush and explain, Luke following behind. The young blond stormed off in the other direction.
“Percy, please listen. We couldn’t tell you because we knew how you’d react. I know you’re protective and all, and I love that about you, but Luke's a good guy, and we both know that.” You started, praying to the gods that this would work out.
“I barely even know him!“ Percy lied straight through his teeth, trying to come up with a rational reason for his anger.
“Are you kidding? You’ve known him for a year now.” You sassed back.
“How long have you been dating?” He threw away his last point, knowing he had already lost that argument.
“Three months, I think.” You whispered out, ashamed.
“Three months, and you didn’t think to let me, your little brother, know?” He screamed, speed-walking back to his cabin, irritated.
You let out a sigh, facing Luke. Sadness coated your glossy eyes before seeping out onto your cheeks. Your boyfriend was quick to wipe the tears with his calloused thumb, comforting you.
“Hey, he’ll come around eventually. Let him sleep it off.” He whispered, embracing you in a tight hug. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, clamping your eyes shut.
As the sun rose the next morning and Percy stepped out of the cabin, you and Luke were waiting outside, prepared with a whole spiel about your relationship. To your astonishment, he greeted you with a smile and spoke up first.
“I’m sorry about last night. While I think this whole concept of you dating Luke is insane, he’s probably the best it’s going to get, so I approve.” You smiled back, a sigh of relief escaping your throat.
“And I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. It’s just-“
“Don’t. It’s fine, really. Just absolutely no PDA in front of me.” Percy stated, a look of disgust appeared as he said the last sentence. Both of you agreed to his simple terms.
“I’ve gotta go to the arena. I’ll see you later.” Luke declared, and you nodded, ruffling your fingers through his curls before he departed. Once he was a solid distance away, Percy leaned in and whispered to you.
“Really? Luke Castellan? That's the best you could do?”
#liv’s writing !#luke castellan x you#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians
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Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? / @/oceaii (tumblr) / Liv Ullmann Changing / The Elektra Complex / Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman from "Meditation on the Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology of Poetry / unknown / @/violentcherries (tumblr) / @/nutnoce (tumblr) / Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea / unknown
i. Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? [ "This haunting is architectural. It is not about you. It is about where you are. There are bones in the foundation. This house is a graveyard. This house is a corpse. You are inside the corpse. That makes you the maggot." ]
ii. @/oceaii (tumblr) [ Black and white illustration of a deer. The deer looks forwards in the first panel and turns back to face the audience in the second panel. "Turn and face / the person you've become." ]
iii. Liv Ullmann Changing [ "I will never forget the loneliness I knew as a child. For a period in my life I hid behind a mask. Did not want to acknowledge any longing. / Now it is a part of me-something I can share. / Both the loneliness and the longing." ]
iv. The Elektra Complex [ "If you were to peel the skin of me apart as a fig's, you would finally understand. I am my mother's daughter. From poisoned seeds sprout poisoned fruits." ]
v. Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman [ "I didn't want / to be the dead star / that uses borrowed light to survive." ]
vi. unknown [ Black and white illustration of two deer. They are both labeled with words. The deer in the background says "just be." The deer in the foreground replies "just being is the hardest part." ]
vii. @/violentcherries (tumblr) [ "the environment you are not thriving in is not yours forever / IT'S OKAY TO LEAVE / ... / IT'S OKAY to abandon the things you used to love" ]
viii. @/nutnoce (tumblr) [ Black and white illustration of a scorpion doing chores. It's tail just barely curls over the front of a clothes line. Various pairs of socks hang from the clothes line. It stands before a bucket with more clothes inside. "I come from the toughest, meanest place you can imagine. / I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but / It seems that when life gets hard / I have to get harder to match." ]
ix. Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea [ "I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar." ]
x. unknown [ "1. Man is a MORAL animal. / 2. You can get human beings to do anything - IF you can convince them it is moral. / 3. You can convince human beings that anything is moral." ]
#joan tierney#why are you haunted?#liv ullmann#changing#the elektra complex#rosario castellanos#monologue of a foreign woman#meditation on the threshold: a bilingual anthology of poetry#jean paul sartre#nausea#poetry#poem#words#writing#text#web weave#poetry web weave#web weaving#on heartbreak#on self destruction#on anger#on rage#quote#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#dark academia#light academia#spilled poetry#dark academia quote#dark academia poetry
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sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)
#anti taylor swift#like she can be problematic that’s okay#there are SO many problematic artists i like#but she’s not even that good#like read sylvia plath or virginia woolf or listen to LDR or fiona apple or mitski or lorde or boygenius or olivia rodrigo#aka her peers#and realise how much better they are#they truly write art because they have a compassion and rawness for it#whereas taytay only writes to get more money LOL#she’s so extremely privileged that her life is not at all relatable and now she tries to make it so#by romanticizing the most mundane#thats never been your brand babe now it’s going to sound like dogshit#GUTS by olivia rodrigo is better because it has such an intensity to it. liv means what she says and you can feel it!#fiona apple means what she says when she writes about begging her lover to love her back!#mitski means what she says when she writes that she is self destructive and puts herself in bad situations since that’s all she knows!#lana means what she says when she writes about her suicide attempt at 15 because of constant abuse from her mother and crippling depression#all of it such haunting and beautiful works because it truly comes from the soul and isn’t a cash grab#Anyway i’m so sorry virginia and sylvia and todd#todd anderson#AND JOE ALWYN#joe alwyn my favourite man ever#joe alwyn#dead poets society#anderperry#sylvia plath#virginia woolf#the bell jar#lana del rey#fiona apple#mitski
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Being Pregnant with Rengoku’s Baby Headcanons <3
So, Rengoku is already very protective and passionate when it comes to you.
Being pregnant makes it about 10,000 times worse.
Every morning, he’s up before the sun, waiting for you to wake up from your morning sickness. He puts a cushion where your knees go in front of the toilet, patting and rubbing your back softly and whispering,
“It’s okay, love. Let it out. I’m here for you.”
He already has tea and a warm blanket ready for you as you head back to bed.
Before you can even ask him for things, he’s there. It’s honestly kinda scary and you think he may have ESP. There’s no way he knew your cravings that well... but he did. This man is very intelligent, and a trained demon slayer. He can come back with what you wanted to eat quicker than you could say his name.
As you move further along and start to voice your anxieties about birth, he’s instantly holding you, stroking your hair, listening to everything you have to say with earnest. He always says the kindest things.
“I may not know what it will feel like, my darling, but I promise i will listen to everything you say and be here for you any way I can. That is my duty as a husband, and my desire as your soulmate.”
You instantly start crying from hormones as he smiles softly, continuing to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear.
At night, he helps your aching back by holding up your belly for a few minutes at a time. He also LOVES LOVES LOVES talking to his baby through your belly. IT’S SO CUTE.
He contemplates everything about the baby with you, whether it be their personality or their looks. He knows they will be as beautiful as you, he assures you every time.
“Perhaps my ancestors will pass down my fiery hair..!” You two laugh, promising to let your child eat as much spicy shrimp tempura as they want.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer fanfiction#rengoku kyoujurou#rengoku kyoujuro fanfiction#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons#demon slayer headcanons#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku x reader#rengoku x reader headcanons#demon slayer x reader#rengoku kyojuro x reader#anime#anime fanfiction#anime headcanons#rengoku kyojuro headcanons#liv writes
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sometimes you gotta spend the evening rereading your own writing and falling in love with your own style again
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Eri took Conan in the divorce
I think it’s a shame that we don’t get many interactions between these two. That first episode she appeared was so fun and interesting, and when you think about it from Eri’s perspective—her maybe-almost ex husband is suddenly taking care of the worlds strangest six year old, who is maybe more smart than he should be.
She should take custody of Conan for an episode or two, mostly to spite Kogoro. This would have a very unintended consequences—Sleeping Kogoro would mysteriously disappear, while Conan has to work extra hard on his little kiddie facade around the crime scenes that they are obligated to run into. Plus, Ran would certainly have some complicated emotions. She and Kogoro would have to work together to save Conan from whatever trouble he’s obligated to get into (even though he has it perfectly handled), bringing them together until Kogoro makes some kind of silly comment again.
They should let me write detco
Case closed count: 730
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"We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?"
- Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann
#ingmar bergman#liv ullmann#letters#writing#poetry#tumblrpost#literature#quotes#relatable#art#dark academia#lit#quoteoftheday#spilled truth#spilled heart#classic literature#uaravsh#valentines day#bitter truth#quotation#life quotes#love quotes#in love
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Flower Petals on the Floor
Word Count: 996
Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!
Summary: All you wanted to do was surprise the Trio! at work. But the stupid security guard is set on ruining your plan.
Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader
(I swear I'm not an idiot. I got asks and I lost them. Can I find them? No. I remember it being along the lines of 'a security guard not letting Baby past' so nonnie I am sorry for losing your ask. Just label me stupid I guess. Again, it’s not the best thing I’ve written but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless)
xoxo
It was supposed to be a surprise.
A midweek visit as your classes were called off.
You’d even bought a small bouquet of flowers for each of them.
But would the stupid security man let you in?
No.
No matter what you tried to say, he just wasn’t having it.
“Listen! They know who I am, just let me up!”
“No. Your name isn’t on the list, meaning you can’t come in.” He tells you. “Now go and bug someone else.”
You glower at him, officially irriated.
“I am not bugging - how many times do I have to tell you? I’m their girlfriend!”
“That’s what they all say. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“Listen boogers for brains, I don’t know who pissed in your coffee this morning; but I’m here to surprise my girlfriends ‘cos they’re stressed out of their minds and you’re sort of ruining it!”
“Heard it all before, love. Now beat it.”
He shoves you and you stumble back.
“Hey!”
“Get out of my building, doll face.”
“Who are you -”
“I will personally remove you if I have to. Leave.”
He tries to shove you again but you manage to scurry back.
You glare at him.
“Fine. Fine. I’m going. There’s no need to push me. God.”
You stomp out of the reception area and back out the pristine glass doors, where the horrible weather is waiting to soak you.
“Fucking stupid…butt face.”
You stop as the door swings shut behind you and pull your phone out of your pocket; texting the Trio.
Y/N (13:14): Hypothetically…if I was trying to get into your building…what would I need to do?
Carol (13:14): Well hello to you too, cutie.
Carol (13:14): We’d have to put you on the OK list; get you a Visitor ID sorted and so on. Why?
You groan.
Why is nothing ever simple?
Y/N (13:15): No reason
Wanda (13:15): Are you downstairs, baby?
Y/N (13:16): Maybe…? I’m outside…
Natasha (13:15): Go back inside love, we’ll be there in a minute❤️
You quickly do as you’re told, rushing back into the warmth of the building.
Only, you’re met with the same security man as before.
He’s glaring at you.
“Listen love, if you wanted to be handcuffed this badly, all you had to do was ask.”
“What?”
He throws your flowers to the ground and spins you around so fast that you don’t even have the time to make a sarcastic comment.
The cold bite of his handcuffs snag at your skin.
“Listen -”
“No, you listen to me, I’ve had enough of your shit. You’re in detainment until the cops get here, is that understood?”
“Cops? But wait -”
“Save it.”
This has to be the most mortifying ordeal of your life.
Everyone in the open reception space is looking at you and you really don’t know what to do.
And to make it worse, your left shoe keeps squeaking.
“I can’t - I can’t go to jail!”
“Should have thought of that sooner, love.”
He moves you so easily that you make the mental note to start going to the gym.
Dragging you towards the turnstiles.
He scans his ID and pushes you through.
Taking you towards the back door when -
“Greg, any reason you’ve got our girlfriend by the wrists?” Natasha’s voice has you both stopping and you just want to sob in relief.
She glares at the man holding you, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh thank god.” You mutter.
“Yeah, that’s kind of our job.” Carol adds.
“Told you I wasn’t lying.” You glare back at him.
“I was just -”
“Being disrespectful to someone who we care about.” Natasha buts in. “Forget being professional, you were being downright rude. Uncuff her. Right now.”
“Yes, ma’am. Sorry ma’am.”
He lets you go and you quickly move to stand closer to your women; Wanda’s hand quickly finds your waist and holds you close.
“Do you do this to all the visitors that aren’t on the all clear?” Carol asks, putting her hands into her pant pockets.
If things hadn’t been so disastrous, you’d have found it incredibly hot.
…Maybe you still do…
“I - no. I…”
“Go on. We’re waiting.” Wanda snaps.
“I was told to make sure no one got in if they’re not on the all clear.”
“And how do we ensure people do get on the all clear?” Natasha asks, as if she’s speaking to a 1 year old,
“Having one of the reception team buzz up to Kate…”
“And did you do that?” Wanda asks.
“No…”
“Why not?” Says Carol.
“…she…she was testing my patience!”
“And the reasonable thing to do was handcuff our girlfriend and cause a scene?”
“I was handling it accordingly.”
“He hurt my arms.” You pout and nestle into Wanda, hiding your smile.
“I think we should have a little chat, Greg, don’t you think? Bring in the Head of Security too?”
The man visibly pales.
“I think that sounds wonderful.” Natasha adds on. “You’re dismissed. We’ll contact you later when we’re ready.”
And just like that, he’s gone. Practically vanishing in thin air.
“Are you okay, my love?” Carol asks, looking you over and inspecting your wrists. She clocks the red marks where the handcuffs were too tight.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Natasha growls, pulling you in for a tight hug. “My poor girl.”
“We’re gonna put you on the clearance list and get you an ID sorted.” Wanda says. “So you can come straight up next time.”
“Okay.” You pout. “I brought you flowers but he…” You point to the flowers littered on the floor.
“Aw, baby girl.” Natasha sighs. “We appreciate the gesture. C’mon. Wanna come see where we work?”
You nod.
Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the elevators.
They open almost as soon as you get there and the four of you walk inside.
Carol presses their floor and you grin up at her.
Until she asks:
“Baby girl. Where’s your coat?”
#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#carol danvers#reader insert#sugar mommies#natasha x wanda x carol x reader#sugar mommies!asks#spiderbites#smu#little liv writes!#smu universe#sugar mommies drabble
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Farmers daughter
Summary:Johnny goes home and meets his new neighbours daughter
Pairing:Johnny Knoxville x reader
Word count:2.4k
I had just finished filming the last episode of jackass and I’m heading down to see my folks in Tennessee for a few weeks.
My dad pick me up from the airport and drives us home it’s not too long of a drive but I know I’m almost there when the houses are all miles away from eatch other. We pull up and i get out and grab my bag and walk in with dad to see everyone.
I walk into the house and as I set my bags down ma is already pulling me into a hug telling me she hasn’t seen me in so long and telling me that I’ve missed a lot of things.
Johnny I’m so glad your home I hope you don’t mind but we have a visitor here right now but I want you to meet him. She pulls me into the living room and sitting there is a middle aged couple
“Johnny this is Albert and carol they’re our neighbours” she tells me and I shake their hands “this is my son Johnny the one who went to Hollywood”
“That’s exciting what are you doing all the way down there trying to become a movie star”carol asks me excitedly
“Yeah well I’ve actually just finished my show on mtv you might’ve seen it.”
“We don’t have a tv it shows very graphic things we just keep up with the paper” I nod finding it odd they don’t have a tv but carry on talking to them
“So Johnny how old are you?
“Im 27 sir”
“Oh your only a year older than our daughter” she turns to ma and says “she’s sorry she couldn’t make it she’s very busy at the moment”
“Oh it’s alright I’ll see her soon Johnny can you help me in the kitchen for a second”
I follow mum into the kitchen and she talks quietly “Johnny do you think you can go round and help Albert with sone jobs he isn’t strong enough for them and I promise by the time you come back I’ll have your’e favourite dinner all dishes out”
Yeah ok ma she kissed my cheek and I ask Albert if he needs any help and he brings me up on my offer and I follow them on the walk to their house.
As we approach their house it’s not as big as ours but it looks cosy and as Albert leads me round the back of the house towards the barn he begins to mutter.
“Y/n you need to quicken your’e pace and stop daydreaming or you won’t be able to finish your chores in time”
I wonder who he’s taking to as all I see is clothes and a white bedsheet hanging on the line drying. A hand quickly moves the sheet to the side and reveals a gorgeous young lady this must be there daughter.
She’s absolutely breathtaking she has lovely tanned skin wearing a white float top and denim shorts and long hair cascading down her back with small braids dotted around.
Sorry dad I was away with the fairies I’m almost finished then I’ll head to the bar- I so sorry I don’t know where my manners went I’m y/n nice to meet you she shakes my hand and I realise I’ve just been gawking at her and quickly tell her my name with a smile.
“He’s just here to help with a few things he’s Margaret’s son.”
“Of course she has not kept quiet about you saying your’e some big movie star.”
“Y/n finish this and meet us at the barn”
I nod and get back to hanging the washing and as Albert ushers me to follow him I can just about drag my eyes away from her.
Once Albert has explained everything he wants me to do he leaves the barn but I hear him begin talking to y/n who ahs just arrived
“Y/n i dont want any funny business with you and that boy alright young lady”
“Of course not dad”
“Good make sure you finish all your chores or you won’t have any supper”
As y/n walks in I quickly look back at my task and pretend I hadn’t heard their whole conversation. I work on fixing the stable door while y/n does her chores and silence fills the barn other than the occasional noise form the animals.
“Your’e show is really funny” her voice sounds like honey dripping with sweetness
“I thought you didn’t have a tv”
Well we don’t but when I go round and have supper with Margret it’s always on she’s really proud of you yknow.
I smile at her and let the words echo through my head.
Sorry if my mas a little bossy I’m sure you have better things to do tan have dinner with her every week.
“No no that’s not what I mean I love going round your folks are so kind to me”
We keep on chatting with y/n following me round while I do my jobs completely abandoning her own until I have finished and are ready to head home just intime for dinner.
She takes my wrist and looks at my watch seeing it reading 5:40. Oh Christ I’ve gotten so distracted she quickly rushes round the barn trying to complete her chores and I watch her as I’m about to leave I feel guilty especially after what her father said if she doesn’t finish. I dismiss my hunger and offer y/n help
No you should get going I don’t want to keep you you’ve only just gotten back. She says while carrying a bucket of water in one hand and some hay tucked under her arm to the animal penns.
“It’s probably something like meatloaf anyway” I begin to take water and give it to each animal and in 20 minuets we had finished them all and began to walk back to ge house
As we arrive just outside her back door she climbs on her tiptoes and wraps her arms round my neck and thanks me telling me how much trouble she would’ve gotten in if it weren’t for me and she planted a kiss on my cheek and pulled back with a smile before entering the house waving me a goodbye
I smile to myself and walk back home the only thing being on my mind was her.
The next day it’s the hottest It’s been for a while and after hanging round the house I soon become bored when there isn’t anything good on tv there’s only about 20 channels on our tv and half of them are the news. Mum asks me if I can go into town to get a few bits for her.
Ma I’m going to go round to Albert and carols to see if they need anything I’ll be back in and hour I shout upstairs to her and leave the house. While I’m waking all I’m thinking about is y/n she’s honestly like a ray or sunshine everything about her seems to take my breath away.
When I reach their house I knock on the door and carol answers and I ask her if she needs anything from town
That’s very kind I’ll write you a list would you mind taking y/n with you she doesn’t get to go into town much.
Of course ma’m that wouldn’t be a problem I tell her feeling my heart speed up a notch.
She should be down by the lake it’s behind the barn she points out to me and I walk down there and see no sign of her until she rises up to the surface from under the water.
I walk closer and stand on the bank of the lane admiring her even if I can only see the back of her head.
“hey y/n” I call over to her and she turns around and holds up her hand to block the sun not seeing who I am then a smile breaks onto her face
“Hi Johnny what you doing here is my dad trying to get you to do more jobs for him?” she asks me swimming over and it only occurs to me now that she’s not wearing any kind of clothes and I suddenly feel very shy
I turn round giving her some privacy and say. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were naked I came over to see if you wanted to come into town with me I’d be bored going alone” I say loudly so she can hear me.
“It’s alright I don’t mind it’s natural” she says and I slowly turn my head to see what she’s doing and she’s climbed out the water now and slipped on some knickers and a bra wich immediately gets wet as she hadn’t even dried herself and grabs a small checkered red top and some denim shorts.
“Let me get some money from the house cmon” she says and grabs a hold of my hand and quickly pull me towards the house. She runs upstairs quickly to grab her money and I collect the list from carol only having a few things on it.
“Has a handsome young man like you have a girlfriend yet Johnny?”
“No not yet ma’m”
“You know my y/n is single she hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time” carol tells me
“Mum stop” she groans as she runs sos. The stairs jumping down the last two and saying a quick goodbye to her mum before we both walk out heading to town.
“Do you like being home or are you missing the movie star life she asks me”
“Nah I like being home seeing my folks and being in my own bed I like that I’ve met you as well” I say staring down at her
“I’m glad I’ve met you too I don’t have many friends we live so far from everyone I’m just stuck on the farm all day but I can complain I love hanging around the animals.” She beams
“Do you think you will ever leave”I ask her knowing I would be crazy if I was living in the middle of nowhere away from everybody
“I want to go travelling one day but I don’t think I’ll be able to”she says kicking stones along as we walk
“Whys that?”
Well dads getting old and he won’t be able to manage the farm for much longer and we really don’t have the money for it anyways.
We carry on talking all the way until we reach the town and I can see how excited she is and she’s wanting to go into every shop and I simply follow after her like some lost dog.
We walk into a candy shop and she buys a pick and mix bags with a few lollipops and we sit on a walk and share them and I notice the cinema. Opposite playing dazed and confused
“I love that film have you seen it” is at pointing to the title that’s in bold letter above the entrance. She shakes her head no way she has some kind of sweet in her mouth and quickly finishes it.
“I haven’t seen many films only when I go round your’e house I catch a few minutes of one. Can we go and watch it?”
“Yeah let’s go”we get off the walk and buy a ticket and I buy us a bucket of popcorn and we find our seats.
She seems to be enjoying the film and as much as I like the film my eyes aren’t in the screen they’re too focused on her. I lol down at her hand resting on the armrest and think about holding her hand but think she will find it weird I brush that idea off and tell myself to go for it and wait for the right moment.
While trying to watch the film I feel her smaller soft hand slide into mine softly squeezing it and my cheeks blush as red as our seats and look over at her to see what she’s doing but she’s too engrossed in the film to think anything of it she catches me staring at her and offers me the popcorn and I grab some and settle back in my seat and squeeze her hand a bit and savour this moment
Once the film has finished we levee the cinema and see that the sun is setting and we should get going home the whole way home she still hangs let go of my hand as we continue to talk and every word she says and everyone she smiles or laughs it just makes me like her even more
As we’re about to reach her house she says to me “Johnny I’m really glad that your here I was starting to go mad on that farm” she laughs at the last bit
“I’m glad too and maybe soon you can come visit me in LA I think you would really like it there”
“Yeah that seems nice”she says as we reach her house and she says goodbye and goes up her porch stairs now she’s just below my height before turning round and grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss.
I immediately kiss back and I can taste the sweetness of her lollipop on her lips and my hands wrap around her waist desperately trying to pull her even closer. As we both pull away I see her lips are pink and a bit swollen and she has a small blush coating her cheeks probably matching mine.
We hear her father shout out for her and we both chuckle a bit before she gives me one last kiss and going inside not before she gives me a small wave.
I don’t know how I’m gonna leave now that I’ve met her I think to myself
Hey guys I litch have been thinking about this since @kunntzsstuff @princessthatcantfuckingsleep and @pjknoxx posted their moodboards
Iike always feel free to request
-Liv
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𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲- 𝐥.𝐜 🐡
daughter of hypnos! reader x luke castellan 💤
headcannons in which luke is dating the sleepiest girl around💘
“and i know you’ve been having nightmares lately, and i’m sorry i fall asleep first” -faye webster
he totally calls you “sleepy.”
it started off when he was a dumb teen, just him being an idiot and teasing everyone. but i mean, the name wasn’t exactly incorrect. and so it stuck, carrying along as you grew into a young adult and began dating !
he’s such a sweetheart when it comes to you. while he gently yells at the campers for their lack of effort, he would never even think about raising his voice when speaking to you. even if you skipped training because you “needed to rest.” (you had slept a full ten hours before)
but when you did show up for archery or sword fighting, he’s over the moon, showering you with praise.
“that was amazing!”
“you did so good today, sleepy.”
(you shot two arrows and then dipped)
nightly stargazing!!
you and luke spend hours laying on top the grassy hill, staring above at the twinkling stars. you pointed out all the constellations, and luke would point to a star and say it was yours.
“thats our star, babe.”
“luke that’s part of the orion.”
he would sneak into your cabin on his restless nights, and you would comb your fingers through his hair to send him into a deep sleep. and you made sure all he had sweet dreams instead of his haunting nightmares.
reading him stories all the time !
he hates reading, since all of the words get scrambled and it hurts his brain to put the letters back together. but when chiron adjusts the temperature so it would rain and water the strawberry fields, there wasn’t many indoor activities to do. so, you let him pick a book you could read together on those rainy days.
after a week visit to your home, you brought back your record player and some of your favorite vinyls, and luke was absolutely fascinated. he never really listened to music before, so hearing such majestic sounds was a new experience. now every time you travel back into the world, he requests a new album. he’ll listen to it on repeat until you’ve acquired a different record.
you would share abstract stories about monsters, greek heros, and other intriguing topics to the campers around the bonfire, while luke stared with hearts in his eyes. he like to think that one day, hundreds of years from now, a camper would be reciting a story about you and him. the daughter of hypnos and the son of hermes, two children who were the closest depiction of soulmates ever known.
secret weekly sleepovers in cabin 15 were a necessity !
he always showed up with a bouquet of wildflowers, and one small yellow daisy for each of your siblings.
all of your brothers and sisters loved him, constantly dragging him into family board game night.
similar to stargazing, watching for clouds !
when you had free time, you were constantly laying in the dry fields and staring up above at the clouds, trying to picture them as objects.
“it’s a cowboy hat!”
“that’s clearly a toad in a sailboat.”
#luke castellan#luke castellan fluff#liv’s writing !#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan headcanons#pjo#percy jackson
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ISN'T SHE LOVELY? – S. HARRINGTON
𖥻 summary: the party meets y/n and steve's firstborn.
𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
𖥻 warnings: girl dad!steve. the baby's name is amelia. too much fluff. everyone is alive and well thank you. one dirty dancing reference. bad grammar, italics & not proofread (hey it's me). 2k-ish words. weird divs :/
💭 liv's thoughts: this is based on an idea i had last year (s4 i miss you) and a sequel of sorts to my 'all is well universe' of sunny days that won't ever end – you don't have to read it, but pls do it's v sweet. i hope you like it! <3
DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.
The sound of loud chattering could be heard from the end of the hallway, which wasn't surprising, given the number of people that were sharing the limited space of the apartment's living room. The kids – can you even call them that anymore? – were never known for their ability to speak quietly whenever they were together. However, everyone seemed to be in such a good mood that you can even hear the loud sound of Jonathan's laugh. There's a first time for everything, right?
You held the small baby in your arms, walking in slow steps out of her little nursery. Though you tried not to disturb your daughter too much, Amelia already had her big brown eyes open and searching for the source of all that noise. She wasn't used to such noises, being too accustomed to her parents' soft-spoken voices and the entertaining sound of their television – that didn't play anything other than Steve's recordings of Barney episodes. It's only natural that she finds the commotion strange.
As you arrive in the living room, you are greeted by Steve in his typical mom pose, hands on his hips as he watches Michael and Max's every move, anxiously waiting for his girls. From his stance, you can see that he already regrets the idea of inviting everyone over. Taking in the very worried furrow of his eyebrows, you just know that he is going over the most pessimistic thoughts as he looks at the crowded living room.
Appearing with the small baby in your arms, everyone gasped in surprise and amazement, including Steve, who quickly made his way over to you with the goofiest, most endearing smile. His big hands wrap around Amelia's small frame, as he leans down to take her from your arms. He has that sweet look on his face, that brightens even more when he sees the chubbiness of the baby's laughing cheeks. Delicately, like he's carrying the world's most precious jewel (he is!), your husband shows Amy to everyone, with a proud glimmer in his eyes.
"There she is!" he maneuvers her chubby body tenderly, making the baby sit on his arm to face everyone. Her upper body leaned on his chest for support, and she squealed happily when her curious eyes noticed how many people were in their living room. Unhesitating, Steve translates it to everyone, "Millie says hi".
That was enough to erupt a string of awws, sighs and one high-pitched "she's so adorable!" from Eddie. It was funny to see how a human being so small had everyone wrapped around her tiny little finger. Even Max, who usually had a hard time showing any emotion other than pure annoyance, was goofily smiling at the baby, admiring her brown (and very full) hair and round cheeks.
The kids were the most eager to get to know Amelia, with Dustin being the spokesman for their wishes, telephoning almost every day since the baby was born to ask when they could meet her. So, it's no surprise that the first person to make grabby hands to hold her next was Henderson himself. "C'mon, Steve, let me hold my goddaughter!" he exclaims as he looks at your girl in absolute awe.
"Your goddaughter?" Eddie asks, scoffing from his seat at the couch's armrest, next to the boy. "Yeah, right".
"Guys," Robin quickly intervenes, rolling her eyes as she watches the two bickering all over again over the matter. She was seated comfortably in the chair by your living room's small table, alongside Vicky. "Not this again, please?"
That wasn't enough to silence Eddie and Dustin, who began to argue harder about who is supposed to be the baby's godfather. The usual arguments were professed, "You're not old enough!", "but I'm the most mature!", "The baby's lullaby shouldn't be Dio!", "And it shouldn't be Weird Al Yankovic either!"
Given that he couldn't clap, Steve stomped his foot on the ground as he commanded the room's attention to him again, "Hey, hey, hey!" he exclaimed, letting out a satisfied breath when everyone falls silent again. "So, before we let you hold our daughter, I'd like to go over some rules-".
Loud groans erupt from everyone's mouths, and Amelia looks up at her dad, even more curious.
The kids were squished on the living room's small couch, surprisingly fitting in the space where you and Steve had a hard time adjusting in. Eleven was sitting on the side of the couch's armrest, patiently kicking her feet as Mike, Will, and Dustin elbowed each other in a silent fight for more space by her side. At the end of the couch, Max, Lucas and Erica found a way to position themselves without struggling too much. It was so crowded that poor Suzy had to sit on an old puff that Steve had bought in a garage sale when you moved in together ("It'll come in handy one day, you'll see!" Steve exclaimed while he walked off the sale holding the object, victoriously), right at Dustin's feet. On one side of the sofa, Eddie was slouched on the armrest, while Nancy sat on the other, as put-together as ever. Near her, Jonathan leaned against the apartment's wall, chatting with Argyle and Eden.
Amelia was carefully handed to Dustin, who sat in the middle of the couch. You figured it was the best position to have everyone look at her, an democratic decision, but it was still possible to hear Eddie complaining under his breath.
Your daughter got used to Dustin's hold fast, only shifting her tiny body over his arms a couple of times to find her position. When she did, Amy made one of those adorable baby sounds, showing everyone that she was incredibly satisfied now; and it was like the world had stopped for all of them. The only thing that mattered was to witness baby Harrington simply exist. Feasting your eyes on the scene, you hold Steve's waist, hugging him from behind as you rest your face against his arm, not being able to battle the tears that filled your eyes. Your heart was swelling with pride.
"She's pretty," El murmured, her voice sounding even quieter now, as her eyes sparkled at the sight of the little one.
With a trembling voice, Dustin agreed, "She is very pretty".
"Yeah," Will says as he watches Millie yawn, "She looks just like you, Y/N".
"Lucky for her," Mike and Max remark in unison, immediately glaring at each other with narrowed eyes. That makes everyone laugh, and baby Amelia opens up her eyes to check it out, opening a toothless grin after.
Max, feeling as if her witty remark was stolen by the boy, adds, "It'd be such a shame if she had Steve's dead-fish stare. Thank God she has Y/N's eyes, too".
At that, your husband gawks at her, letting out an offended gasp. He's so upset that his mouth hangs open, as he looks at her, in complete silence. Catching his incredulity, Max only shrugs, as if to say, "What can I do?".
"Well, at least she has his hair," Lucas observes, mediating the situation, as usual.
"Thank you, Lucas!" Steve breathes out, feeling he got the justice he deserved.
The bickering soon faded into a familiar silence, as everyone's attention fell fully on your little girl, who slept peacefully in Dustin's arms, completely ignoring the commotion around her. And that was when the emotional weight of the moment fell on all of you. Glistened eyes watched in tranquility as the baby squirmed every once in a while, as the importance of the scene settled. Amelia's sole existence reassured you of a peace that you hadn't known in years, as if she was the last step in sealing the serene fate that awaited all of you. She was living proof that life is still normal, and despite all the hard times, it isn't all that bad, actually.
Seeing those grown-up kids taking care of a small piece of you and Steve filled your heart with delight, and a different sense of fulfillment that you hadn't known until now. It's so meaningful.
The nostalgia of seeing their sweet faces intensified when the kids started to argue about who was going to hold Amelia next, and suddenly the apartment was filled with loud chattering all over again. Just like the old times… but, somehow, better.
"Jonathan, look!" Nancy points out to little Amelia scrunching her nose, as if to suggest that he should snap a picture of the baby like that. Now, the kid was laying in Robin's arms, having her full head of hair brushed by Auntie Bobby – the lame nickname was picked by Steve, of course. "What a cute little nose you have, Amy!"
The oldest Wheeler compliments the baby in a high-pitched tone, as if the girl would actually understand. By her side, Jonathan kept taking pictures of the baby, snapping beautiful frames with that domestic feeling that you're growing used to; he promised that he'll develop all of them later.
"When's her birthday?" Eden asks quietly, as she smooches her face against Argyle's arm, watching the baby in wonder.
"October thirty-first," Steve answers quickly, not helping himself. Ever since the baby was born, he started to cultivate this staggering need to answer anything Amelia-related, talking about her constantly as if he didn't know how to chat about anything else.
With that spaced-out way of his, like he just had snapped out of a trance by the baby's birth date, Argyle lets out a chuckle, looking down at Millie with… respect, it seemed. "Ooh, Scorpio. Cool, man".
Then, everyone falls back into silence, just appreciating her small features and lovable babbles. However, Steve seems a little skeptical about how cool it is for his kid to be a Scorpio, and he slowly turns his head to look at you, giving Argyle a bit of a side-eye when he does so.
"What did he mean by that? Isn't that, like, bad?" he whispers to you, still watching your friends interact with Amelia from the corner of his eyes.
"No!" you immediately reassure him, telling a little half-truth, "It just means that she's very… sweet".
Steve seems satisfied by your answer, mainly because he doesn't ask any further questions, and he goes back to keeping his eyes on Robin, making sure that she's holding your kid correctly. It isn't his fault that she has spaghetti arms, alright?
Eddie soon joins in, though he doesn't look very pleased about it, walking to stand in front of Robin with an exasperated expression on his face. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking down at the girl. You watch the scene unfold with confusion.
"Well?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows as if he is waiting for something, though he doesn't say what it is.
Rob looks up, still playing with the baby's hair, pursing her lips while she waits for Eddie to explain why he is interrupting her moment with Amelia. From over her shoulder, Vicky makes funny faces at the small girl, making loud squeals come out of your daughter's mouth.
When he doesn't say anything, Robin asks, "What, Munson?", blinking her eyes vigorously as she tilts her head.
"You're taking too long!" he tells her like that was the only answer possible. "It's been fifteen minutes already, it's my turn!"
After Eddie's little protest (thankfully, he didn't feel the need to get on top of your table this time), everyone took turns holding baby Millie in their arms. You didn't mind it, because you knew that your friends were just very excited to be meeting your daughter for the first time, but you cannot say the same for Steve. He was hating every second of it.
"Y/N, I can't take it," he breathes out once he pulls you to the side, hiding with you in the kitchen, away from prying ears, "They're passing her around like a joint".
"Relax, Stevie," you try to calm him down, though it's useless. Spying into the living room again, you see that Amelia is laying in Eleven's arms, which warms your chest a little. "El's rocking her to sleep, there's no prob-"
You quickly stop talking when Mike takes the baby from his girlfriend's grasp, having a hard time managing his long limbs around the kid's small frame. Eyes widening, you look to Steve, wanting to catch his reaction to the scene.
And he's fuming.
But just as he is getting ready to stomp his way over to Michael, you hold his arm, keeping him back and away from the kids. "Give them a break," is how you begin to reason with him, "he's getting the hang of it".
"Well, my daughter shouldn't be their little guinea pig," he huffs back, crossing his arms.
"Don't be like that," you persuade. "You didn't know how to hold her either, and now you're, like, a pro. Right?".
His hardened expression seems to melt at your compliment – Steve always feels so elated whenever people praise his parenting skills, especially when it comes from you. Your husband's cheeks flush a little, and he looks down, a bit bashful.
"You mean it?" he asks, playing with the loose seems of his yellow sweater.
"Of course, I mean it," giggling, you get closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pull him in for a hug. "She's so lucky to have you as her dad. Actually, we're so lucky to have you in our lives".
He chuckles a little, pleased to still gain such flattery from you. From where you stood, you can clearly see the timid redness that cripples from his neck up to his cheeks, which makes him seem even more adorable in your eyes. But even his striking looks didn't distract you from the intimate feeling of his hand resting over the small of your back, drawing you closer for a sweet peck on the lips. It's funny how still after all this time, Steve was able to make you feel endless electricity and warmth just by the simple touch of his lips.
Unfortunately for you, the pleasant moment was ruined by someone clearing their throat. Pulling apart from the kiss, you and Steve looked ahead, catching Eddie and Dustin's embarrassed faces after interrupting.
"Hey, so, hm…", Dustin starts, clearly not knowing how he should start, still very awkward succeeding the scene they had just break in on.
"We have settled on who should be Amy's godfather, and we swear-", Eddie cuts in, talking at full speed. But before he could get on with their (definitely) deep and sensible reasoning, you hear Steve groaning.
"Jesus, guys. Not this again".
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SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE??!?!?!???!!?!?!?!
you run into him after more than a decade in the unlikeliest of places. it's a little izakaya in the town you moved to almost 6 years prior when your work offered you the chance to move into a leadership role in a smaller, secondary branch they were opening. you'd taken the opportunity on a whim, in an uncharacteristically brash decision. it had been your chance for a clean break. for a fresh start. for a life in a city that didn't remind you of kuroo tetsurou at every turn.
but now here he is.
sitting at the familiar local bar eating a plate of food, with a half-drained beer at-hand. he has his tie flipped over the shoulder of his rumpled dress shirt to keep it from dangling into his food. he has bags under his eyes.
he doesn't have a ring on his finger.
for an instant, you think you're seeing a ghost. there's no reason he should be here. no way he can be here.
you wonder if the cold meds that you'd taken the week prior when you were under the weather are still in your system. if maybe you slipped and fell and hit your head in the snow on your walk to the neighbourhood bar on your way from work. wonder if maybe this is all a dream.
and then the izakaya server behind the bar stops to ask him something. maybe if he needs a top up on his beer, maybe to ask how his food is tasting. they chat for a moment. one of them must make a joke. and then a laugh—his laugh, the one that could never belong to anyone else—rings out through the little restaurant.
you feel like you're 23 again. you feel like you're going to be sick.
someone calls out your name from across the bar—intonation rising at the end like a question.
your eyes snap to a table across the room where your coworkers are gathered—you'd come to the bar to meet with them and have a drink to end the week, after all. your juniors and your peers all stare at you curiously where you're frozen in the doorway to the bar, not having taken more then a step in from the threshold.
your eyes flicker back towards the bar, petrified for a moment that the illusion has been shattered, and that when you look over again that seat will be empty.
but it's not.
he's still there.
still tetsurou.
and his eyes—widened in shock and painfully, achingly familiar—are now turned to you.
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Smoker x Reader x Law : Good Mouse
A/N; I had so much fun writing this! @anon-germany enjoy :)
Warnings: Threesome, single hole double penetration , degrading, use of nicknames like slut and mouse, oral (m receiving), double creampie, Law is mean
Word count; 1.4k
The sweat on all three of your foreheads was glistening in the dark light of the SAD room, and soft plaps of skin, gruff curses, and wanton moans could be heard from the corridor if one were to walk past. However; you, Smoker, and Law were carelessly getting your frustrations out in the dimly lit factory, uncaring if Caesar Clown himself were to witness what the three of you were up to.
Smoker was pistoning his thick, veiny cock in and out of your dripping pussy, your hips in his palms as you sat on all fours, gazing up at Law who was fucking his long dick into the back of your throat. All of the attention of both the men was on you, on your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust from the Vice Admiral, on your back and tricep muscles clenching as your body tried to stay upright, balancing yourself as if your legs would give out right under you.
Noticing the way you were swaying and your fingernails dug into the metal floor, Smoker wrapped a strong arm around your torso, his fingers dancing along your skin before playing with your hardened clit, making you moan around Law's length, in turn causing the tattooed doctor groan desperately.
"Is that damned pirate bullying your throat, baby?" Smoker asked, leaning down to rest his chest against your sinfully arched back. Your soft chokes and sputters were turning on the doctor, but pissing off the Marine. He could barely hear the sounds of your cunt over them. "Don't worry, your very own strong Marine is-fuck- here to take care of you-"
"Shut up, this fucking whore doesn't deserve that 'baby' shit. Look- can't even keep eye contact." Your eyelids were closed, trying to focus on breathing through your nose as your throat was currently occupied, but they snapped open as soon as you heard Law's words.
Your mouth was going dry at how horny and fucked out you were, Law grunting as he pulled out. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, brows knitted tightly as Law sent a glob of spit flying onto your tongue. He immediately placed his length back where it was before, sighing gently as his fingers gripped both sides of your head, fucking into it like his very own fleshlight.
Smoker pulled out, making you whine at the empty feeling in your core. The silver haired man connected his mouth with your pussy from the back, his tongue exploring your slit as Law pulled back from the wetness of your mouth.
Soft moans tumbled past your lips at the way Smoker's velvety muscle danced along your folds, making your legs press together. He forced your thighs back open forcefully, sniggering against your cunt as he pulled away. He pulled away to move up next to Law, sneering at him.
“I know this shitty pirate doesn’t agree,” Smoker started, placing his hands on your shoulders to position himself next to you, pulling your body on top of his, “but you deserve to be treated, baby.”
A strained moaned fell from your lips as Smoker invaded your gushing walls again, grinding his hips up into you as curses fell from your lips. Every inch was pure bliss; it made your walls flutter around the man as he whispered sweet praises in your ears.
Your back was flush against Smoker’s chest as you noticed Law standing above the two of you, jerking himself to the sight. There was a lustful glint in those dark eyes, and they were transfixed on your stretched out pussy on the older man's cock.
The scowl on his face didn’t leave as he knelt down between your legs, positioning himself as if he were going to fuck you with Smoker’s already thick girth inside you.
You hurriedly glanced up at Law, a confused expression gracing your features as Smoker’s chuckle tickled your ear. “Like I said, little mouse… you deserve to be treated. You wanna get filled up, don’t you?”
You gasped, realizing what was happening. “B-but, it won’t fit- already so full~” the last part of your sentence was accompanied by a moan as Smoker snapped his hips up into yours harshly.
“That was a rhetorical question. You’re going to take both of our cocks, like the little slut you are.” Law’s voice was low as he dropped his chest to sandwich you between the two of them, your heart beating faster and faster at the overwhelming feeling of being filled by two thick, long dicks.
Law’s length poked at the microscopic space between your entrance and Smoker’s veiny hardness, and soon you felt the wind being knocked from you as Law forced his way inside your weeping cunt.
A loud cry echoed through the metal room, tears pricking your eyes as inch by inch, Law and Smoker filled your tight walls. The stretch burned your cunt, like you were being split open through the middle. It was the most full you had ever felt in your life; your fingers were digging into Law's back tattoo as a long, desperate whine left your mouth when he bottomed out in your expanded pussy.
There were strangled grunts coming from above and below, and the men enveloped you physically and mentally. The smell of their sweat mingled in your nostrils, and the way they were both spewing out words, very opposite phrases leaving both the men's lips like an angel and devil on your shoulders, it was overwhelming in all the best ways.
"Taking us so well," Smoker gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. His thumb was twirling your clit, mixing a slight feeling of pleasure into the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The praise made it a bit easier to take the cocks stuffed inside you as Law just chuffed, beginning to thrust.
"Of course this little slut can hold two dicks," Law spat, his hands bracing the floor as his thrusts became a bit more steady and controlled, Smoker's hips beginning to rock as well. You gently called out the doctor's and Marine's names through your moans as Law's palm connected with the sensitive skin of your ass, leaving a hand mark.
As the two men ravaged your spent pussy, you could no longer contain the loud groans from the back of your throat. An inked hand lifted to your mouth, the pace of the man's hips quickening as he pressed his palm into your lips. Your head was pushed back against Smoker's broad, hairy chest now, and you could no longer struggle against the rough thrusting jolting your body back and forth.
It was all too much; and as your pussy squeezed the two men's lengths tighter and tighter, almost as if gripping them into you deeper, you felt the pressure deep inside your core suddenly break, and your body writhed against the abdomens you were squished in between, a moan ripping from your mouth in a loud scream.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! R-right there!" Your words tore through Law's fingers, causing the men to angle their hips upwards. Your sweet spot was being bullied by the men's hardness, feeling their cocks rub and poke at all the best parts of your cunt. A white ring of your arousal was painted around the bases of their dicks, and your breaths were coming out hot and heavy against Law's ear as you heard him grunt.
"Pussy's s' tight, baby," Smoker moaned, and you felt him still his hips as his spend painted your cervix, his cock twitching at the tight pressure in your dripping cunt. Law followed soon after, his cum mixing with the Vice Admiral's deep inside your core. He was shuddering, his hips stuttering against your own. Law's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes glazing over your own fucked-out expression.
All of your breaths mingled into one as you all basked in the afterglow fo your climaxes. Yours and the men's cum was drizzling down between your thighs, pooling onto the floor along with a mix of sweat. Smoker gave the crown of your head a small kiss, praising you for being such a good mouse, taking two men's cocks at one time so well. Law was just running a hand through your hair, rolling his eyes at Smoker's adoring praises.
"Yeah, yeah, Smoker," Law sighed, slowly removing himself from you with a soft hiss at the sensitivity. "Let's go before we get caught." He began to get dressed, not even bothering to clean the juices from his dick before heading out without a word.
You smiled as Smoker stuck his tongue out at the grumpy doctor before pulling slowly out of you, taking care to make sure you were okay and dressed properly. On the way out, you smiled thinking about how you wouldn't mind making this a weekly occurrence.
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Gift for @livmadart because Arsène won't leave me alone.
Ran let a long-suffering sigh out through her lungs. Of course Dad was drooling in front of the TV for A Yoko Okino show.
Again.
Conan was making himself happy with a thick mystery book on the couch, smirking to himself as he came across sections with clues. Really, he was just like Shinichi, trying to guess the mystery before it was solved. Sometimes she really had to wonder… There was a small, but rapid-fire knock on the office door. It sounded like a little fist. Conan rose his head in confusion. Ran looked down at him.
"Conan, did you invite one of your friends over?" she asked. Conan shook his head, staring blankly.
"No." he said. Ran looked back at her dad for a moment, then sighed. He was still drooling over the TV.
"I'll go get it." she said. Conan's voice spiked urgently as she turned the knob.
"W-wait! Don't let him-" The door swung open, and a little boy with a face just like Conan's burst into the room.
"Big brother! I found you!" he said. Ran whirled around, and her dad stared dumbly away from the screen. Conan's eyes were big and he frankly looked freaked out.
"Ki- Arsène! I told you to stay at home!" he yelled. The clone, Arsène, dropped his bag to the floor of the office.
"But, big brother! How can I stay at home when you're having such amazing adventures without me?" He grinned, eyes flashing a cheeky look. "Besides, you get to meet my hero, Kaito KID! I've got to see him, brother! I've just got to!" he said. Conan glared, and shot off the couch.
"No Kaito KID!" he yelled, and started to chase Arsène. Arsène shrieked with laughter.
"Ke ke ke! Catch me if you can, brother!"
"I've caught you once, I'll catch you again!"
"The number of time you've caught me is zeer-o!"
"I'll use my sneakers!"
"Meanie!"
Ran stared at the sight of the two first-graders chasing each other around the couch in a state of half-shock. Her dad slowly straightened out.
"The brat has a brother?" he said. Ran looked at this Arsène boy. He looked identical to Conan, if you excluded the bird's nest of hair and the missing glasses.
"It looks like it?" she said. Conan lunged for Arsène.
"You little KID!"
Arsène twirled deftly out of the way, and Conan sprawled onto the floor. The twin looked down at him, brushed his bangs out of his face, and smiled politely.
"It's an honor to meet you, Miss Ran." he said. He flicked his wrist, and a blue rose appeared. He grinned. "It's magic!" he said. Ran took the rose, looking at Arsène carefully.
"Th-thank you." she said. She looked at Conan. The little boy was rubbing his head, and glaring at his apparent twin.
"Conan, you never told me you had a twin brother." she said. Conan glared at Arsène.
"That's because I don't like him." he said. Arsène plunked himself down on the couch.
"But I like you, tiny detective! I told Papa that I'd be okay staying with you instead of traveling with him, so here I am!" he said, smiling wide and innocently. Dad stood up from behind his desk.
"It's not 'okay' for you to be staying here, brat! I'm already taking care of your troublemaking big brother, I don't need another one of you around!" he said. Arsène frowned.
"But Mr. famous detective Mouri! My brother has so many adventures with a the great detective! I want to have adventures too!" he said. Dad snorted, but it was clear Arsène was working to his ego.
"Little brat. Fine! But you'd better pull your weight and not get in my way on a case like your big brother!" he said. Conan crossed his arms.
"Make him go away, uncle!" he said. Arsène ignored him, and instead bounced up to Dad's desk.
"Can I call you uncle too, Mr. famous detective?" he said. Dad groaned, and leaned back.
"Sure sure. Now stop interrupting me, you're making me miss too much of Yoko's show!" he said, and turned back to the TV. Arsène stood on tiptoe to watch for a minute. Conan slapped his forehead. Ran bent down to him.
"Conan, do you really hate you brother this much? You really should of told me you had one." she said. Conan pouted.
"But, Ran! Arsène is a lot of trouble! He bugs me as much as Kaito KID!" he said. Ran thought she might of imagined Arsène looking back for a quick moment with an irritated look that wouldn't have been out of place on Shinichi's face, but ignored it. Ran picked up Conan.
"But you still like the challenges that the KID makes, right? So you can't dislike your brother so much you can forget about him. Isn't that right, big brother Conan?" she said. Conan frowned, turned away, but Ran could tell by the way he relaxed his body that he had accepted his fate. Arsène turned back from looking at the TV.
"Miss Ran? Can I go up too?" he asked. Conan's body went rigid.
"No way! You're not allowed to touch Ran!" he said. Arsène smirked.
"Protective much, little detective?" he said. Conan glared.
"Little KID magician!"
"Tiny tiny detective!"
"Meddling magician!"
"Nosy investigator!"
"Rule breaker!"
"Teacher's pet!"
Ran slowly felt a headache build in the back of her head. Oh boy, she hoped she wouldn't regret this. She belatedly realized later that Shinichi didn't have a twin brother.
Well there went that theory…
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“DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS 2” — Simon Riley x Reader
PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
GENRE: Hurt comfort/angst
SUMMARY: After the night at the party, Ghost has been acting differently. Once Y/N confronts him, he finally confesses.
WARNINGS: VERBAL ARGUMENTS, reader has a borderline panic attack, badly written angst
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
A/N: As always, thank you so so much to @lu-vin-it for proofreading!!! This is the second part to “Drunken Confessions”! Read that part first if you haven’t already!
EVER SINCE THE NIGHT OF THE PARTY, Ghost had been acting differently. You were sure that he wouldn’t remember it, which is why you never brought it up. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself if he actually was really drunk and didn’t mean anything he said.
He was distant and cold— even more so than before. Every time you entered a room he’d make up some excuse to leave. You acted like you didn’t care, but in reality, it broke your heart so much.
You’ve been crying yourself to sleep, too. That’s how much Simon affected you. That’s how much you cared about him. In all honesty, you didn’t even realize how in love you were with him.
“I’m sure he’s not meaning to, Bonnie.” Soap sighed and rubbed his temples.
“No, it’s not just a coincidence! He’s doing it on purpose, ever since the party he’s been so fucking distant. And it..” you paused. “It hurts, Johnny.” Soap looked at you with saddened eyes. He really wished he was better at comforting people, especially you.
There was an uncomfortable silence, and then you heard a shift in his movement.
“C’mere.” He uttered. You walked over to him hesitantly.
Suddenly, he pulled your arm and gave you a hug. You leaned into his muscular shoulders, eventually throwing your arms over them.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know how to help.” You pulled away and tears pricked your eyes.
“It’s okay, Johnny. Thank you.” You said gratefully. He smiled pitifully.
“I can talk to him, ya want that?” He offered.
“No, I’ll figure it out.”
“Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help ya.” And he left your room.
You really wanted him to talk to Simon, but you didn’t want to seem incapable of doing it yourself. It made you feel weak. You absolutely hated feeling weak. You knew you had to stand your ground because if you didn’t, Ghost would’ve thought lowly of you—if he hadn’t already.
You made up your mind that you wouldn’t ask, but demand Ghost to speak to you, hell, you’d demand he look in your direction if you had that amount of confidence.
That evening you were making your last meal of the day when you heard shuffling behind you. You didn’t bother to turn despite hearing the noises, figuring it was Soap getting his evening scotch.
“I think I’m gonna yell at him tomorrow, Johnny.” You said as you cut your sandwich in halves. The sounds stop. “I mean, who does he think he is? He can’t just act like I don’t exist-“ you turned around, expecting Soap to encourage your ideas, but you’re met with a masked man.
Fuck.
He looked at you, his eyes piercing you like daggers.
You hated those eyes. You hated how they made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You hated how they made you want to sob. You hated how they made you want to scream. You fucking hated them.
Ghost took a step back, he could tell you were clearly under distress, but you thought he was trying to avoid you again.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Simon.” You said frustratedly.
“Wh..” he breathed out, almost nervously.
“Why have you been avoiding me??” You asked bitterly, taking a step towards him.
“I haven’t been….” He said calmly.
“That’s bullshit.” You yelled. You took another step, making him back away. “Why have you been avoiding me?!” You exaggerated your words so he could—if he didn’t already—tell how upset you were with him.
“Y/N,” he muttered.
“What?! Are you gonna tell me some stupid fuckin’ lie again?” By now, you were almost face-to-face with him, you shoved your finger into his chest with force, and you felt him cringe at the feeling
“Can we go to my room?” He said, stepping towards you. You took a small, almost unnoticeable, step back.
You huffed from your nose, nodding. You hated giving into him, but it was impossible not to when he made you feel the way he did.
He began walking to his room and you stomped after him. He let you go in first, and then shut the door behind you two.
“So what the fuck’s going on, huh?” You demanded.
“Y/N, I don’t understan—“
“No. I don’t understand why you’ve been ignoring me! What the fuck did I do to you, Simon??”
“Don’t call me that, Y/N.”
“Why can’t I? It sure seemed like you wanted me to call you that a few nights ago!” You felt tears sting your eyes, as much as you hated caring about him this much, you couldn’t help it. He was silent for a moment. You crossed your arms, waiting for a reply.
“Just- don’t. Please.” He said, although it was more of an order than a plea.
You huffed out of frustration.
“You’re driving me crazy, Ghost. I don’t get it.” He looks at you with a puzzled look.
“Whatdya mean..?”
“I mean the night at the party! You told me you loved me! You told me you loved me ever since you first met me!” Finally, you broke down. It was like there was a dam behind your eyes that cracked into a million pieces.
“Oh.” He muttered.
“Oh?!” You said behind broken sobs. “That’s all you have to say?!”
“Y/N, I don’t know what the fuck you want me to say!” He raised his voice at you. You flinched slightly—something he didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve been trying so fucking hard to deal with this shit!” His accent grew heavier the more frustrated he got.
“Maybe if you put aside your selfishness for one fucking second—” You borderline screamed at him.
With that, his eyes grew darker behind his mask. You could tell he was livid, and it terrified you. He stepped towards you, making you step back in fear.
“The fuck did you just say to me?!” He asked you menacingly. This is the first time you’ve felt genuine fear in god knows how long.
“You think you’re the only one dealin’ with something right now?! I’m fucking terrified, Y/N.” At this point he had cornered you in his room. He took a step further and you finally snapped.
Your body started shaking and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears. The air was heavy and hot, you couldn’t focus on anything. Your face went numb and you curled into yourself.
All of the sudden, it went quiet. You were far too scared to look at him, but you couldn’t tell what was going on.
“Y/N, I—“ he immediately softened, finally noticing how in distress you were. He was quiet, but you could hear his shaky breaths. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He reached his arm out, and you turned almost fully away from him.
He dropped his hand straight away and kneeled down, hoping to make himself look less scary. You could see from your peripheral vision how shameful he looked. After what seemed like an eternity, you turned toward him. He looked up at you, the moonlight illuminating the glistening tears in his eyes.
“I really do love you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry— for everything.” He tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but they soaked into his mask before he could.
You bent down, feeling nothing but pity for him. He didn’t wait for you to respond.
“You were right..I am selfish. I was too embarrassed to say anything after that night…I’m so fucking sorry.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
In a few swift movements, you snaked yourself around his figure, hugging him. He was rather surprised, and hesitated to hug you back.
“No, I’m sorry. I probably wasn’t making it very easy, huh?” You laughed between sniffles.
“Oh you have no idea.” He said sarcastically, hugging you back this time.
You stayed there for a moment, embracing each others touch in any way that you could. You then pulled away from him, at this point, you were straddling his lap. You looked into his teary eyes, cupping his face in your hands. You slid them down to the edge of his mask, silently asking if you could pull it up. He nodded, allowing you to do so.
You slowly pulled it up, revealing his lips, then his nose, his eye bags, and finally his eyes. You took in his features as much as you could, not knowing the next time you would see him this vulnerable.
“Simon?” You asked, not knowing if you were allowed to call him that.
“Hm?” He purred quietly.
“I think I love you too.”
He leaned in slightly, yearning to kiss you. You gladly reciprocated his actions, kissing him back.
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