The Graduate Part 4

Summary: A year after graduating Chris and Laura begin planning their wedding what new challenges await them as the wedding draws near?

Chris frowns when he hears the name “What the fuck? That psycho Nathan is calling you?! Don’t answer him”

Laura sighs “Let me just see what he wants if it’s nothing important I’ll block the number”

“Ok but I’m gonna be right here in case of anything”

Laura nods as she presses 1 “Hello?”

“Hello Laura didn’t think you’ll answer”

Laura grinds her teeth as she hears Nathan’s voice “I actually just answered to tell you to go fuck yourself and now goodbye”

“Wait! Don’t hang up”

“Why not? You have no reason to be calling me and I have nothing to say to you asshole!”

Nathan sighs “I know you hate me”

“That’s an understatement”

“But I just needed to talk to you you think you can visit me?”

Chris takes the phone from her “You really think I’m gonna let my fiancé see you and your psychotic friends?!”

“Hell Chris good to hear from you”

“Well it’s not good to hear your ugly ass voice! Don’t ever call my fiancé again”

“You don’t have to worry about anything there’s guards everywhere nothing will happen”

“You really think I’ll trust you?! And why the hell do you even want to see her in the first place?!”

“The very sight of him makes me sick” Laura rolls her eyes “But I’m guessing he wants some closure”

“Oh the poor little rich boy is feeling guilty good so glad he can never live with himself”

“Me too look here Nathan you got what you deserved you’re where you need to be don’t ever call this number again you can rot in hell”

“But-”

Laura hangs up the phone “The nerve of him I’ll block him if he ever calls again”

“Good now forget him” Chris kisses her cheek “Let’s focus on us shall we?”

“Of course Chris”

Chris wraps his arms around her as she lean on his chest

****

Laura wakes up the next day to half the bed empty “I wonder where’s”

Chris enters the room with a tray of breakfast “Good morning beautiful”

“Chris when did I fall asleep?”

“During the movie you were so cute I didn’t want to wake you up so I carried you upstairs” He places the tray in her lap “Here’s your breakfast”

“Thank you Chris you’re sweet”

“Anything for my soon to be wife” He kisses her softly “I can’t wait for the future with you I love you so much Laura”

“I love you too Chris” She looks at the tray “This looks delicious”

“I’m glad you love it”

She digs into the food “So what’s on the agenda today?”

Chris smiles “Today’s agenda is to relax and enjoy ourselves we’ll get back to wedding planning tomorrow”

“You sure Chris?”

“Yeah I figured after last night you’ll need to relax and get your mind off it”

“Thanks Chris but at least we can go walking and get something to eat”

“Sounds amazing after you finish this breakfast”

Laura giggles as she continues to eat

****

Chris puts the leash on Teddy as Laura grabs Selina she strokes her fur as she purrs “Such a good kitty ready to go out?” Selina mews happily as Laura rubs her against her cheek “Cutie”

Teddy barks as he runs up to Laura she laughs as she reaches down to scratch his head “You’re cute too Ted”

“Ok let’s go babe” Laura nods and they walk together Chris wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her closer “Love walking with my beautiful fiancé”

“Aww me too Chris”

“And you were right this is what I needed”

“Yup no drama no evil assholes to deal with”

Laura laughs “Yes this is nice” She spots an ice cream cart “Oh Chris you want some”

“Yeah get me 2 scoops of chocolate and vanilla with sprinkles”

“Coming right up let’s go Selina”

Chris smiles as he watches her walk away then he pats Teddy head “I can’t wait to marry her bud” Teddy wags his tail and pants as Chris chuckles “I’m glad you agree”

“Chris?”

Chris eyes go wide as he hears a familiar voice “Oh God please don’t let this be” He turns around he frowns as he sees Nicole next to him “Great” He crosses his arms “What are you doing here?”

“I just”

“You have no reason to be even talking to me!”

“Chris please don’t be mad I just want to talk”

“About what? I have nothing to say to your ass and the fact that you are here” He looks past her and sees a group of girls “With your little posse sickens me”

“Chris please don’t be like that just listen”

“No you listen!” His tone makes her step back “You broke up with shattered my heart and think hey I’m just gonna talk to him and everything will be ok”

“I’m sorry Chris I didn’t mean to hurt you and I feel so bad about it and over time I realized” She fidgets “I still love you and it was wrong to break up with you maybe you can give me a second chance”

“So glad you think that after you hurt me the way you didn’t I would go back to dating you and even if I wanted to you’re too late I’m engaged”

“You’re getting married? To who?”

“Me” Chris turns and smiles as Laura comes up behind him with the ice cream “Here you go baby”

“Thanks babe” He takes the ice cream from her “This lovely woman is gonna be my wife nothing is stopping me from marrying her she’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting a girl like this go”

Nicole looks at the ground biting her lip “Oh congratulations I hope she makes you happy Chris”

“She does”

“I’m glad well see you” Nicole leaves in tears and runs past her friends who go after her

Laura turns to Chris “You had that handled babe I was wondering when to jump in”

“I know I said everything that was on my mind to her maybe I was harsh but she caused me pain”

“I’m proud of you Chris”

“Thanks baby”

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PLATONICFAMILIAL!Toon Patrol x Smartass’Daughter!Reader || Oneshot [Part 5]

Title: Peace Treaty

Notes:

By ‘fat naked guy’- Wheezy means Porky Pig.

And yes (: Jessica managed to find the only restaurant around in the 40’s that’s strictly no smoking. XD Goodluck, Wheezy my man.

The next one will be split into sections- each of the weasels POV’s will be incorporated.

Plot: Y/N's first birthday party with her family- plus her best friend, Ritchie, and his parents... Roger and Jessica Rabbit.

Warnings: Cursing (Wheezy uses 'damn' and 'goddamn' a lot, and there's a couple f bombs), Greasy being creepy, and chaos.

Wheezy Weasel’s POV

This party’s gonna be… interesting.

Roger and Jessica Rabbit are gonna be there, cuz Y/N got real close with their kid, and I guess they’re ‘best friends’ or something now. Pfft, I’m her best friend round here, always have been always will be- but whatever, I guess.

Anyway, Jessica picked the place- some place called Porky’s with a huge indoor playground, because 1. It’s a kids birthday party. And 2. She wasn’t about to come to our apartment. Thought we’d kidnap her, or something, which- ehhhhhhhh, Greasy might, honestly. Its uncomfortable, sure, but it’s true. Idiot.

So, when we arrive at the place - Wasn’t hard to find. Couldn’t miss it. There’s a sign with that fat naked guy on top the size of Russia, - Jessica and Roger are already there. The boss sure isn’t amused that they were early, but it is what it is, and- ohhhh fuck. No smoking sign on the front door.

The boss sees the sign, too, just before he pushes it open and moves inside, and huffs- one more thing he has to worry about, I guess. This is gonna be a rough 2 hours.

The table they reserved is by the playground, so we can see the kids, and across from a big TV playing some sorta sporting event that maybe can distract me from my smokes? Just gotta ask the guy at the bar what the rules are. What? I don’t know a damn thing about soccer. When we reach the table, the rabbit kid - Ritchie, - is already so damn excited- I think he’s gonna pee himself (Let’s say if he does, I get to go out and take a 20-minute smoke break). When he sees Y/N, wandering after us at Stupid’s heels, he bounds over and wraps her up in a hug.

… that was cute, I’ll admit it.

“Took you guys long enough,” Jessica comments in that drawl of hers, standing up to greet us, and I roll my eyes. She’s about to say something else, but Y/N then gives Ritchie a little peck on the cheek- and she pauses. She ‘Aw’s. Because- while she might hate us, she sure loves Y/N. And I don’t blame her. Y/N’s actually the sweetest little weasel ever - yes, we’re all surprised that came from Smartass’ genes, -, somehow cheery 90 percent of the time, and if anyone hurts my little cutie pie they’re not gonna see the light of day again, let me tell you.

… Mostly cuz the Boss’ll track ‘em down and Dip ‘em, but I’ll get some kicks in before he does.

“Traffic,” Smartass mutters dryly, before sitting down across from her- beside Roger, who gulps. I take that as my okay to sit down too, a seat down from Ms Rabbit. While no one’s looking I light a cigarette and hold it under the table- I can take drawls when no ones looking. Gimmie something here-

For fucks sake Greasy. You have to regulate yourself, dude. He sits down next to me- right next to her, a recipe for trouble- and man I gotta take a drag. The guy can be so smart… but also dumber than a box of rocks, jesus christ. Stupid sees me as he sits down beside the boss, and I give him a shhh gesture. Don’t worry buddy, I got this. Just don’t let the boss know about it.

Stupid nods hurriedly, giving a little giggle. Okay good.

Psycho’s sitting down beside Roger, of course, which is almost as bad as Greasy sitting himself next to Jessica - the rabbit is shaking, now, -, Y/N gets the head of the table cuz she’s the birthday girl, and her little friend’s by her side. If this is the official seating configuration for the day… I have some concerns.

Since Y/N and Ritchie have been hanging out, Roger has gotten a smidge better with dealing with us, but the boss and Psycho still terrify him just being nearby- that’s a good thing, though, I think. If he wasn’t, then they’d have to go and do something to scare him again, and that… could get messy.

“Happy B-B-Birthday, Y/N!!” Roger calls, waiving at her from down the table.

Nodding, Jessica leans down and gives Y/N a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah, happy birthday honey,” Y/N looks wide eyed after the kiss, almost starry-eyed, and I don’t blame her- but for different reasons. She loves Jessica right back. Looks up to her even. Adores her, even.

I think it’s got something to do with not really having a female influence. But damn... c’mon, baby girl- you got 5 awesome weasels right here to be your role-models! Well- four. Greasy’s not the best.

Three. Psycho needs to seek serious psychological help.

… Two, I hope she don’t start smoking like me. You know what? Maybe she should look up to Jessica-

“Thank you!” Y/N grins, cheesing all sweet at them both. And yeah- she even likes Roger. She seems to like everyone she meets, somehow. It’s a mystery to me, but I guess that’s just her. A fricken angel.

“What kinda presents have you got so far, sweetie??”

“Oh!” Counting on her fingers, like we taught her, Y/N starts listing the presents we got her; Pronouncing her words clearly. A-fricken-dorable. “Daddy gave me a pillow case that he made with me and everyone on it!” At this Roger and Jessica look oddly at Smartass, and he gives them the same smug grin he gave us earlier. Because yeah, apparently the boss can sew, And he's pretty good, too. The pillowcase in question is impressive. Jokes on him, though- he’s gonna be patching up all our clothes from here on out. I would feel bad… but I’ll take the free help where I can get it. Sorry boss. “Wheezy got me a drawing book and some crayons- I already drew an elephant, and he said it was soo good! I got a reallllyyyyy big teddy bear from Greasy- like, bigger than me! Stupid got me building blocks- so many. I made a house that daddy could fit in! And Psycho got me lollies! Like, my favourite kind. And lotssss of them. They’re living in the block house, now.” With a grin and closing her eyes, Y/N rubs her tummy. “Mmmm- mm!”

“Mhmm,” Greasy nods, a lecherous grin on his face as he leans over to Jessica. “And that is not the only thing I have that is big- ay!” I elbow him in the stomach a little too late… but you know what? It felt good. So that’s alright. And I’m assuming he would prefer that to the giant motherfucker hammer Jessica keeps in her goddamn cleavage. Greasy, hunched and holding his stomach, turns to glare at me- and notices the smoke between my legs. So instead of giving me the evil eye, he sighs.

… hm… yeah, sorry handsy-mcgee, but I don’t really care how you feel about this. It’s necessary, so I don’t bite you next time you try it with that woman.

“Uh, yeah. That present over there looks pretty big- “Gesturing to the box the size of our apartment at the end of the table that Roger and Jessica must’ve brought, I tap my smoke subtly against my knee so ash falls off the end. The box's wrapped in red and yellow paper, and it’s got a big ass blue bow on top. “I say its present time again. Whadaya say, Y/N?” I ask, making Y/N’s eyes light up.

 “… can I please?” She asks Jessica, Roger and Ritchie, a timid smile on her lips- even as she buzzes in her seat. A glance at Jessica’s face tells me all I need to know about what she’s thinking. She’s thinking how good Y/N’s manners are, and I can’t help myself- I gotta shoot my shot. Leaning backwards in my chair to get her attention behind Greasy's back and get a good look in those pretty eyes of hers, I flash a short grin.

“She gets it from me.”

Immediately she rolls those pretty eyes, and returns her attention immediately to Y/N. Eh, I shrug and return to the table. It was worth a try. Can’t blame a guy for trying- Greasy, stop looking at me.

Fully offended and betrayed, Greasy slowly narrows his eyes at me. Until he’s squinting. Like an idiot.

I Ignore him, taking a drag of my cigarette while Smartass’ looking at the menu.

“Course you can, darling.” Jessica replies to Y/N, and she promptly hops down off her seat and climbs up on the one closest to the present. Ritchie goes with her and helps her unwrap it on the other side, and its… a… goddamnit its a cubby house. I’m gonna have to build that when we get home. So, sighing while Y/N gets all worked up and excited, I take another hard drag of my smoke.

“Oooh, aren’t they adorable together??~~ ” Roger suddenly sighs, while Y/N and Ritchie are busy squealing about what they can do in the house and what their ‘club name’ is gonna be, getting the adults’ attentions. There are hearts in his eyes that freak me the hell out. “I can already hear wedding bells~~~ “

-I almost choke on smoke, removing the cig to glare dangerously at the rabbit. What was that?? That little girl aunt marrying nobody, until she’s 30, first of all- and they have a steady job, an insurance police, and-

“My daughter ain't marrying no rabbit!” Smartass growls, slamming his fist onto the table suddenly beside his menu and baring his teeth at the little imbecile next to him who’s sinking into his seat. I nod- and they can’t be a rabbit, either.

“Duh, the guy has to be really handsome and nice and treat her right!~ “ Stupid pipes up.

“And have money!” Psycho adds. “Dowry’s are very important in weasel weddings.”

“He must have style.” Greasy thinks, like its obvious.

“Insurance, and healthcare.” Honestly, it’s like they don’t even care about Y/N.

“… And what if she likes girls??” Jessica asks, voice lowered and ready to strike; an eyebrow raised.

And well, none of us are homophobes- but one of us is real opportunistic. “Well then it’s a good thing she has me to teach her how to charm them, eh señorita?~” Greasy leers once again, licking his chops at Jessica and leaning dangerously close to her- half off his seat.

Before he can touch her, though, or Smartass can throw something at him, Jessica trips his chair and he falls over. Which makes Y/N giggle, from over by the cubby.

“Then she’s doomed… “Jessica sighs, not even looking at him sprawled pathetically on the damn floor, which I am. C’mon man, get it together.

She’s right, though, poor kid-

“- Hey Daddy,” Y/N suddenly appears at her father side, and he turns in his seat to raise a brow at her. Yeah? “Can I go play in the playground now with Ritchie?”

“Yeah sure, kid. Stupid’ll come in after ya when your foods here.”

“Uhuhhh, I will!!”

“Thank you daddyy!” Giving her dad a cute little thigh pat, Y/N turns around bounces off to the playground with that rabbit kid. Yep- bounces. He’s rubbing off on her and damn, its gotta stop. The girl cannot be bouncing through life, no ones gonna be scared of her that way. “I’m gonna scale it!!”

Roger looks alarmed, at that - he must be all too familiar with the dangers of play equipment to, be fair, after that short with that creep Herman at the playground, -, but none of the rest of us react. The boss just looks at the menu once more, she can scale the playground if she wants.

“Oh- wait, what is she gonna eat??” Jessica pipes up, partly alarmed also, for one of them is gonna have to go in after her and find her in that playground maze- but, luckily, boss’s a good dad.

He recites Y/N’s order without looing up- and it’s a complicated one. Our girl’s picky as hell, growing up with Greasy’s high standards and experimenting with Psycho and Stupid will do that. -And the boss knows exactly what his little weasel likes, anyway. He knows it without even looking up from his menu.

… Jessica looks slightly impressed again at him, and I release a short chuckle.

Cuz yeah- he’s good.

~ “-Señora!! Come back!” Greasy calls after a retreating back, turned around in his seat.

“- Come here, little raaabbiiitttt… hehehe… “Psycho giggles, tip-toeing after a terrified bunny.

“- OY! STOP SMOKING IN THE DINING ROOM!” A manager yells, spotting me. Oh, fuck-

“- Yeahh Rogerrr… come back here!” Stupid laughs, following behind Psycho.

“- Oops,” I shrug, nervously. That manager does not look like a fun, easy-going kind of guy.

“- Get away from me.” Jessica hisses, scowling and heading round the table.

“- This is why we can’t go to nice places!” The boss finally gives in, the chaos building around him too much to not be furious at, and throws a plate at Greasy- knocking him out immediately. He flops to the ground like a rag.

“THAT’S IT! ALL OF YOU, OUT!”

-annnnnd, we’re all kicked outta the restaurant, Greasy’s unconscious body chucked out after us. “AND STAY OUT!” Yep, shoulda assumed this would happen. Oh well, at least I can smoke, now-

As Roger nervously frowns and asks, ‘Gee, hey aren’t… a-a-aren't Ritchie and Y/N... still in there??’, and Smartass and Jessica promptly lose their damn minds, rushing up to the door again and demanding to be let back in, Greasy slowly wakes up next to me. He’s confused.

“How did I get here?... “

“You were bein’ a pervert.” I offer helpfully, lighting a couple cigs. He nods, like ah…

Y/N and Ritchie appear at the door, then, looking through the glass at us… unsurprised, honestly. Y/N’s got her arms crossed and she’s tapping her foot on the ground, looking like the spitting image of her dad, while Ritchie’s laughing maniacally and… huh, yeah, maybe I don’t mind the guy. I’d laugh too, seeing this. All the adults in their lives all out on our asses in the street.

Yeah… that’s pretty funny. Heh.

“… sweetheart, could you let daddy back inside?” Smartass tries, but you can tell he doesn’t really expect her to help him- he knows what’s gonna happen- he knows her. And she’s him.

… For a moment though, she actually looks responsive to his request, and I raise a brow. Oh really, kid-

“Come this way Miss, the cake is ready!” The manager suddenly appears behind both the kids though, gesturing towards our table which now has a huge (Favourite flavour) cake set on it- Jessica and Roger must have set that up before we got here. “We heard you’re a fan of (favourite flavour)?... “

“I told them.” Ritchie grins, tapping Y/N's shoulder and nodding.

You don’t have to tell Y/N twice that there’s cake- she leaves us in the dust rushing back to the table. Smartass is left shaking a fist after the manager.

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➼A/N: Sorry that there’s still no progress on Rindou and reader’s relationship, I’m trying to plan it out😭 Instead, enjoy Ran being dramatic af.

“We’re here princess.” “Ew.” Kiyoko voices in disgust. Sanzu opened the door for her and she quickly ran out of the car and went to cling onto Rindou. “Papa!” “Hi sweetie, go inside first I have to talk to Sanzu.” “Kk!” He didn’t need to tell her twice, she didn’t want to be near the pink psycho anymore. “Hey Rinrin, just a heads up, I’m never picking up your daughter for you ever again.” Rindou sighs, “I figure, I don’t trust you near her anyways and stop calling me Rinrin you dipshit.” “Why that’s rude, May I remind you again who just picked up your daughter?” “No need, just get your ass out of here already.” Sanzu tch’ed while watching Rindou head back inside. “Ungrateful, these Haitanis are ungrateful I tell you, that little brat takes after her father alright.”

Today Rindou dropped Kiyoko off inside the daycare and was able to see you. “Oh Mr. Haitani, good morning.” “Good morning to you as well L/N San.” Kiyoko quickly diverted both of your attention from each other’s conversation as she excitedly jumped up and down. “Good morning Y/N San! Where’s my candy?!!” “Oh right, here you go.” You reached into your pocket and took out a little bag of candy and handed it to the little girl. 

“Sweetie, you didn’t say thank you.” After hearing her father’s words she quickly bowed and thanked you for the candy. “Anyways, why’s she getting candy?” “Ah, yesterday night when your friend came to pick her up she wouldn’t let go of me and I promised to give her candy if she left with your friend.” Rindou sighs, “She’s a handful when it comes to him, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I can pay you back for the candy.” “Oh nono, don’t be sorry at all, plus I wanted to give her candy anyways so that won’t be needed.” “Thank you for taking great care of her.” “Just doing my job sir, anyways shouldn’t you be headed to work?” “Right, good day.” “You as well.” You bowed at him and he returned one as well. 

Another day, another peculiar occurrence. You were facing backwards from the entrance as someone walked in and announced, “I’m here to pick up my lovely Kiyoko.” “Mr. Haitani?” You say while turning around to make eye contact with a handsome male who wasn’t Rindou. “That’s me alright cutie.” Uhm what? “Excuse me sir?” “Rindou didn’t tell me that there was a new worker here, not to mention that you’re eye candy as well.” This guy is something alright. “Uhm yeah so I’m guessing you’re Kiyoko’s uncle?” “How’d you guess?” Is this guy for real right now? “I’m just going to get Kiyoko.” You quickly scrambled into the other room to get the girl. 

After coming back out to the main area to Mr. Haitani #2, he opened his arms wide. “Your favorite uncle is here to pick you up, come give me a hug.” Kiyoko just stood frozen next to you with a blank stare. “You’re embarrassing uncle, this is why I like uncle Kakucho more.” The lanky male just stood there frozen with his arms still in the air. Then he awkwardly retracted them back to his sides. “Haha, you little silly goose, you love to joke around don’t you? Let’s go home shall we?” “Not yet.” “Huh?” Kiyoko turned to you and asked, “Can I get a goodbye hug?” Shocked, you replied, “of course you can.” And bent down to the little girl’s height to give her a little embrace. “Ok bye bye Y/N San, we can go now uncle.” 

You look up at her uncle and see his bamboozled face. “You don’t give your own uncle a hug?! Your blood related uncle? You got the same blood as me coursing through your veins and you refuse MY hug? Oh I knew it, I’ve been a bad uncle that’s why you’re rebelling aren’t you. Oh my sweet niece, I’ll pay you all the attention you want, if only you’d forgive me for being such a bad uncle. I’ll buy you new toys alright, name anything you want so I can patch up our broken bond.” Damn, he’s dramatic af, bet he was a theatre kid. “Can we just go home already?” You’re holding back your laugh as you watch the lanky male sigh in defeat. He escorted Kiyoko out and after they were completely out of sight you started bursting into laughter. What’s up with these people picking Kiyoko up and getting roasted by her? 

Ran was waiting patiently for his little brother to arrive home after he tucked his precious niece into bed. “Oh I have a bone to pick with Rinrin.” After a few hours the door finally opened and Rindou came home to Ran sat on the couch with his legs crossed. “You finally decided to show up my dear brother.” “What are you talking about? I live here with you, of course I’ll come back.” “I have some important issues to discuss with you.” “Did boss assign us more work to do?” “No it's not about that, IT’S ABOUT MY DIGNITY.” “Oh well, good night to you brother, I’ll be heading to sleep.”

“I don’t think so, get your ass back here.” “Ugh what is it?” “Your little scallywag of a daughter embarrassed me in front of one of the daycare workers today and I don’t think I can ever step foot in that vicinity ever again.” “Pfft how? You’re not just being dramatic again are you?” “Rinrin, of course I’m not, we’re talking about my pride here, do you know how embarrassed I was?! Your daughter refused a hug from her favorite uncle and then proceeded to ask for a hug from the worker.” “Oh, was it the new worker?” “Yeah it was.” “Ah then that’s understandable, they’ve been taking great care of Kiyoko so it’s natural she would want a hug from them and not you.” 

“RINRIN?!! OH HOW YOUR WORDS CUT DEEP INTO MY FRAGILE LITTLE HEART, MY OWN BROTHER HAS TURNED ON ME AS WELL, I’LL GROW OLD AND NO ONE WILL BE BY MY SIDE WHILE I’M ON MY DEATHBED. YOU ALL ARE TRAITORS.” “Okok I’m sorry and then what else happened.” “She also called me embarrassing and said how she liked Kakucho more than me, the audacity.” “I’m sorry bro but she wasn’t lying about you being embarrassing and I can see why she likes Kakucho over you.” “It’s no wonder my sweet little niece has such a bad mouth, because her father talks that way as well. This is all YOUR fault, you better fix her. If I’m not her favorite uncle then what’s the point.” “How’s it my fault when she was just telling the truth, honesty is the best policy after all right?” Ran was finally silenced.

“That’s what I thought, if you have nothing better to do than worry about your pride, maybe you should take your work more seriously and stop tossing it to me. Good night.” Ran sat there completely baffled. “My own family has just stabbed me in the back tonight, I won’t be recovering from this, woe is me.” 

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Attention | SHINee Key x OC

Summary : She knows how to strain his patience to zero, just to eases it back again, by demanding his attention.

Pairing : SHINee Key x older!OC

Warning : Mild suggestion, nothing too blunt, tbh.

A/N : First fiction on tumblr because i was watching his old (like, 2009's old lol) reality show titled "Raising Idol". Just watch it on youtube guys. It's fun, it's so fucking old that the quality of the video max 240p and it made me nauseous, and our cutie Chef Key together with his tEaCher SHIN YIRANG NOONA IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE LIKE-

Anyways, any Indonesian here? bcs i also posted this a long time ago on https://shiningstory.wordpress.com/2014/12/02/on-top/, If anyone interested to read the Indonesian version of the fic :)

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Kim Kibum supported his head which was starting to feel heavy, with his hand. While his other hand was busy gripping the car steering wheel— he started looking for a way out. Get out of this car, sure, but THIS is his car.

Because if this continued, he would consider contacting one of his friends that works in YPCS*.

Or fuck it, he'd just call Jinki. He knew what to do in this situation.

Like, hell. This (awfully) happened a lot in their old married dating life. Her strong minded personality could match his own. Meanwhile, his 'i will do it my way' attitude is still considered taboo by the girl. Such a bad impression, they once thought about each other, after the two were introduced as student and teacher pairs on the show.

Even since the first time they met —what's the name of the show again? Rising-Dol? Rising Idol? Raging Idol—

Anyways.

“Jeez, are you going to keep quiet like this?” her voice pulled him back to reality.

Kibum shifted on his seat slightly, his eyes pierced sharply toward the girl in front of him. If he was a psycho, he would just cover her mouth with a cloth and then lock her in the basement in a instant.

Kim Kibum hates noisiness sometimes.

Even though he must admit, it wasn't uncommon for him to find himself smiling again whenever he sees this girl.

"Oh you don't want to talk now, huh? Right, just drop me here, Kibum. Thank you for the invitation, the musical was really good," the girl unfastened her seat belt, "…your acting with Dana-sunbae is really good, I'm so amazed, really."

The girl opened Kibum's car door and got out, still swallowing her ego. Kibum found himself stunned again, analyzing the events that were spinning before his eyes. And sure enough, before the girl could walk any further to get out of the basement of his apartment, Kibum stepped on the gas and the car accelerated suddenly. It speed up so fast, until he slammed the brakes. The car stopped abruptly right in front of his girlfriend. The screeching sound of his car's tires rubbing against the basement floor pulled the girl back from her shocked state.

"What the fuck—KIM KIBUM YOU FUCKING PSYCHO— were you really going to kill me—”

“—was about to, just get the fuck in my car.”

That sly smile began to appear on Kim Kibum's face. The man bent down and opened the car door.

"What are you-"

“I said come in, Noona.” came his mocking voice on the last word.

Like magic, she complied. It sucked, okay. It took days for her to build a big wall between herself and Kim Kibum yet, he broke it down in just one second. She was suddenly greeted by Kibum's arms wrapped around his upper body. But there's nothing crazier when the younger man suddenly pressed his cheek right against her chest.

She was about to slap the sassiness away from him when her boyfriend's deep, husky, voice stopped her.

“Twelve kissing scenes— three of them were deep kisses yes— but most of them were just a peck, come on. One bed scene and promise you, nothing nasty in reality. It was just acting, it was fake. Not that I would think about it seriously."

He straightened his back, facing her again. "Now you're acting like a little brat and i don't like it. Not a bit," he moved his face to the side of her neck, as he murmured "...didn't you say I'm always the one who's immature? You're starting to make me think you're jealous...and want us to have the same thing."

The girl was busy hiding the blush that had started to appear on her cheeks. She swore, she didn't think that far.

Then why she didn't want to move an inch from him?

Kibum's lips twitched up. "Or...do you actually want to?”

Not letting anything out from her mouth, he connected his lips to hers. Now, how did she back out?

“I'll take that as a yes,” he chuckled, locking her hands with one of his hands while the other gripped tightly on the back of her neck, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. It's your first time, anyway."

*YPCS : You & Me Psychological and Consultation Services (a couple consultation clinic in SK)

10pm Thursday February 2nd - Emmi Bear watches house clip. episode number: ?? platform: YouTube? she is feeling like crying.. emotional episode apparently. says house losing his mind..

10:11pm Thursday february 2nd - Emmi bear gets clingy and starts kissing me then hugging me. then I tell her I need to go do something (#THIS #STALK #YANDERELYFE) she lets me

10:13pm Thursday february 2nd - Emmi bear texts me and lets me know to check my texts

(I check at 10:17pm and respond back to 10:13pm text)

10:14pm Thursday february 2nd - she watches more house clips and other stuff. sounds like possibly tik tok or shit off of fb..you know..crap..except house MD..

11:15pm Thursday february 2nd - me and emily go outside to talk emo shit and smoke a fag

11:25pm Thursday february 2nd - me and Emmi bear duet in the end by Lincoln park

11:35pm Thursday february 2nd - Emmi bear songs sings abc fu

11:39pm Thursday february 2nd - Emmi bear dominates me then bitches about how she needs little stupid lilly potter named girl (lilly anastasia fox) as a sub instead so I can't endure pain..

11:57pm Thursday february 2nd - emmi bear plays a game and tells me she calls them mother cluckers

1:30am Friday February 3rd - Emmi bear acts like a cunt and loses love for me..I'm not worried. she can't leave me. I won't let her.. Yandere love is forever..she couldn't even stay away from me during one restraining order when it was active..what makes me think this time will be any different..She always comes back. I'm lovesick as always..she won't go permanently..

4:49pm Friday February 3rd - Emmi bear takes me and hardy on a date to Portland exchange

6:46pm Sunday February 4th - emmi bear and I get back from plaid pantry. thankfully dick head ain't there. not to self give him an angel shot 🥃 if I ever see him..dickheads deserve one 🤪 make sure it's once off work and make it a good won't. we my want to disappoint 🔪

12: 43pm Monday February 5th - emmi bear asked for halfie of cig I had. gave it to her sexy ass as she noticed mine in the shower cutely. I really am psycho and cute at the same time 😍

4:17pm Monday February 12th: my emmi bear text me about a little space store in denver that makes me want to move and be near colorado even more. Indicating a win-win for her seeing as she wanted me to move to denver colorado at some point. my sweetheart really knows how to speak to me perfectly to get me to go over to her side..

4:19pm Monday February 12th: my emmi bear tells me she's hungry and that she wants some cigarettes. after I call her on messenger she states that she is too overstimed due to you the screaming that she hears over the phone regarding all the kids making a ruckus..

4:38pm Monday February 12th: I respond to previous statement thinking that she does not want to have kids and in the form of a question ask her if she still wants to have them. Her response ends up being that I misunderstood and she still wants to.. she is just going through pain. pain that makes it difficult for her to deal with too much noise due to the neural pain she has.. I also tell her that I can't go through the pain of losing one of our children again.. but I guarantee me and her will have more.. I mean come on let's be real here.. am I not cute and mother material enough? hehe

5:20pm Monday February 12th: my emmi bear text me saying she wants me to get a job because she's worried about me. SSI supposedly gets taken away whenever you marry someone.. I said I would do anything to marry her and I meant that. Like I said I won't let her leave, NOT AGAIN! I won't let her.. 🥰

5:51pm Monday February 12th: I get confused with the text and think that she means help her look for a job and not have myself find a job due to my pookie worrying..

6: 15pm Monday February 12th: knowing how SSI will be lost soon which sadly means less dates unless other things to spoil and enjoy with my wifey..(oh the fucking humanity!!) I tell my cutie that I need to put aside money and savings starting right now...

6:36pm Sunday February 12th: my yandere is pleased due to are mono relationship becoming fully official and competition to compete for my love is taken out. only ones left are are both of our alter system and my yandre side and stomach that.. targets sighted no longer pose a threat.

6:38pm Sunday February 12th: mental side note to myself.. updates the post I have on my log regarding targets that had to have been taken out.. by any means necessary safe for harmful

6:33pm Sunday February 12th: my love tells me to say hi back to my altar

6:58pm Sunday February 12th: I text her letting her know that someone let me know that they are hiring a few days ago..

7:24pm Sunday February 12th: I text my darling to let her know to advance in our new alliance within AQ.. black cats lair

10:00pm Sunday February 12th: emmi bear wants me to stay awake due to the thought of not wanting me to sleep my life away. She's so adorable! 🥰🥰

10: 00pm Friday February 17th: I mean bear and I play marvel contest of champions again together. She's so cute and so adorable when she wants to do an incursion with me

2:23am Tuesday February 28th: I explained to and me there to be honest with me only after having a fight with her..

2:31am Tuesday february 28th: emmi-bear tells me she might want to go poly again.. fuck my life..

3:41am Tuesday February 28th: I am so glum with recent events that I lost interest in cleaning all together.. everything is up to her now.. because i d g i f..

11:46am Saturday March 4th: up in cali now we just finished eating at jack in the box after a night of trying to figure out what we are going to do about our recent homeless situation up in LA. soon going shopping for a tent as well as any other provision reasons we need or can afford.

8:52pm Monday August 14th: (months before this recent entry hilda doesn't go dormant but ends up becoming a little alter I now harleen.. another yandere type end up typing this entry) I wake up from my nap to find emmi bear texting me saying she missed her break at work.

9:22 p.m. Monday August 14th: I reply to her text saying sorry that she missed her break at amazon. she had just working started amazon again..

11:30 p.m. Thursday February 8th I post about my new past present and future immunity

12:33 p.m. thursday February 8th emmi bear asks for space and her game she is playing she doesn't win the play offs on. mood is mad. lost by 3 points as well as bites the back of my neck for earlier. her teeth sunk had and gave me gisgasm 😍 bite me hard!

Check Out The Series – The dumpster fire that keeps on giving

I’ve watched my fair share of BLs in the past three or so years and so I’ve set standards, for myself, about what is acceptable and what isn’t. These are personal to me, so I’m in no way expecting everyone to feel the same way I do.

From Cutie Pie to KinnPorsche and everything in between - The good, the bad and the downright raunchy... there are some places I just won’t go.

This series sent me into a spiral in the first two episodes and for some reason I just couldn’t stop watching. It was like driving past a really bad accident on the highway and not wanting to see all the gore but also not being able to look away.

“Meet Cute”

My first problem was the “meet cute”. These two characters (Nine and Daonuea) meet at a resort after having broken up with their respective partners (Praew and Tee) and deciding to get away for a little while to reassess their lives – I guess.

They end up being in neighbouring rooms and, because this spot is in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t much to do, they end up trailing behind one another all day long and eventually end up at the pool. For a time, they were simply two guys staying next door to one another but eventually they figure they might as well be friends, which leads to them going to this barbecue-esque set-up that the resort staff put together and they end up drunk... or at least one of them does.

Anyway, one thing leads to another and they end up in Daonuea’s room. They do the nasty – because, why not? – but the next morning Nine is nowhere to be found. Daonuea feeling, yet again, rejected heads to check out (haha – I see what they did there) and he bumps into Nine who then asks if they can exchange contacts. Now, you would think that Nine would contact Daonuea, seeing as how he was the one who requested that they exchange numbers, but can you believe that he says absolutely nothing from the moment they leave the resort? All the while, Daonuea is sending this man text after text until he finally just gives up.

So, the meet cute was adequately executed... only for us to later find out that they have been bumping into each other since college – if not earlier. I mean, there was the theme park (which was weird because how do you stop a person from falling and then just walk off but then later reminisce about how you were the one that caught them???), then their almost-meet when Tee stole Nine’s thunder and his gift... it’s all been really messy. We could argue that that was exactly why we went back week after week – the resulting mess. I still think, even if the mess was juicy, that it could have been better executed.

Over-acting/Overselling

There were times when the sound of Daonuea’s voice haunted me even in my dreams. The grating sound of him saying “P’Tee” or the ever present “P’Niiiii” was the nails on the chalkboard of my waking nightmares. I found it difficult to get through scenes where the three of them were together for fear that he would utter both their names in the space of a minute and I’d be left with that shrill sound in my mind for the next 24+ hours.

I’m not saying that the actor is bad. As a matter of fact, I’m saying the opposite. This actor sold me on the idea of this annoying, lovesick puppy that couldn’t choose between the toy and the treat. He was the perfect mixture of desperation meets sadness meets loneliness and the perfect example of why dating in your workspace is bound to blow up in your face.

I could ignore all the other cast and write this whole review on the actions of our two mains alone and be able to regale you for pages on end, but there was one character in this drama that made my teeth itch and my neck hairs stand on end anytime her name was so much as mentioned in a scene – Praew. If I opened a dictionary tomorrow and looked up Psycho Stalker Girlfriend with Trust Issues and a Penchant for Using Self-Harm as a Tool of Manipulation and this woman’s face didn’t screech at me as I approached the definition, I would be shocked. Her character was one of the most irritating throughout the series and she only redeemed herself by not imposing herself on Nine’s life anymore – after he kicked her to the curb... again.

Look, I get it. She had her career to think of. She has her issues to sort through... all that. But to put Nine in the position she did and expect him to pick her up time and time again was beyond selfish. She made me want to physically reach through the screen and yank on her hair. And don’t even get me started on her treatment of Candy – sigh.

“I was cheated on, so it’s only fair I cheat too”

No matter how you look at it, what Nine and Daonuea did was and will forever be cheating. I don’t care if they were destined, or unhappy in their respective relationships or so in love they couldn’t tell up from down. Hell, I don’t care if the goddess of love herself came forth and ordained them – you don’t mess around in your relationship and expect the resulting relationship to be healthy. This bit Nine in the butt more than once (Daonuea finding out about Praew and then finding out about Nine’s Friends With Benefits situation(s)), though it seemed to mostly circumvented Daonuea – strange.

I’m not saying that Daonuea didn’t get any consequences from his and Nine’s actions but I feel that Tee sort of just accepted that he was no longer wanted and slunk back into the shadows though when the show started he was very vocal about winning Daonuea back... where did the fight in Tee go?

Praew, on the other hand, took it upon herself to stamp herself onto everything Nine touched. Even going so far as to show up at his workplace, to snoop, while he was out of the office but then getting caught.

Scripting/Translation

The script was messy... I say this knowing full well that I didn’t understand all of what was said (context wise) but I also say this because the resulting translation could not have turned out how it did if the script wasn’t messy. Cause and Effect.

There were moments where I actually wondered if the characters on the screen were communicating with one another or if their shots had been cut from someplace else, but I digress... this could have just been a ‘lost in translation’ thing and I just didn’t get the context of the scene. At this point, all I can do is hope that that was the case.

Overabundance of nudity

I may be alone in thinking this... I may not be... but the usage of nudity in this show was bordering on pornographic. I say this, after having watched KinnPorsche (IYKYK).

In the origin episode, they limit the amount of nudity... that’s it. That was where restraint went to rest and just never got back up. In the following episodes Nine and Daonuea find themselves in countless stages of undress. Then, of course, there’s the scene where Praew is attempting to seduce Nine. Look, it was all a train wreck, okay. It started to feel like the cast being in some state of undress was a plot point.

This entire show could have been a lesson in getting out of abusive relationships, or working through infidelity or even learning to love yourself after the one you love betrays you... it could have done all that and more and instead it presented as an over scripted porno leaving the audience to wonder when their next view of the actors’ naked bodies grinding on each other was going to be.

ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ / ᴊɪɴx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

this was a fun one to write! as always, drop a prompt in my inbox if you have any!

prompt: Super protective/possessive Jinx for a girl she likes OR for her gf [requested by @rosevela]

words: 1648

warnings: typical jinx-related hijinks and violence

Working the bar at the Last Drop is not the best job in the world, but it pays well (mostly) and you have the inherent protection of Silco the industrialist. It comes with its perks, even if you do have to ignore the fact that he’s the leader of Zaun and the reason that the streets are flooded with Shimmer.

You just do your job. Making drinks is your specialty. Always has been. You enjoy serving people. Sometimes, you wonder what life would be like if you were a Topsider, serving the rich their champagnes and wine, instead of an underground dweller who serves drunkards their whiskey.

Wouldn’t be much different, you think. Same dickheads, different brands.

Besides, there might be one benefit that is keeping you down here as the only female bartender at the Last Drop. One would think that being near a bunch of drunk men as a somewhat attractive woman would cause problems, but it isn’t. You have one person to thank for that.

“Serve me a bourbon neat, doll,” croons the voice of a man to your left. You make a humming noise, grabbing the bottle from under the counter as well as a glass. You pour the cup just under halfway and slide it across the counter to him. “Thanks, gorgeous.”

“No problem, sir,” you say, taking the towel from your apron and wiping down a wet spot on the lacquered wood. When you’re in charge of the bar, you despise any messiness. You like to clean it up to keep the place looking nice. For the most part; you can’t speak for the rest of the Last Drop.

The man rests his arms, leaning closer. You take a step to the side away from him, scrubbing harder at a stain that just won’t quit. You know exactly what is about to happen next. God have mercy on his soul.

“Say, when do you get off? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to walk home alone,” he says, drumming his fingers on the surface a little too impatiently.

“I’m good,” you reply. You begin making a new drink, hoping he’ll get the message before he loses a pair of balls, but unfortunately, he just won’t shut up.

“You sure, doll? My apartment is only a few blocks down, it’s nice and quiet,” he leers at you. In return, you give him a completely unamused expression. “We could get comfy. I could show you a good time, huh? How about it?”

Three… two… one!

You put the newly made drink on the counter, and place a metal straw in it.

Click.

“Get the fuck away from her, or I’ll put another hole in your dick that you won’t be able to piss out of.”

There she is, you think to yourself, looking up to see none other than Jinx herself, hanging from a bar on the ceiling with her gun trained on the head of the man trying to hit on you (and failing miserably). He looks like he’s shat his pants.

“You— you fucking psycho!” He shouts. The bar goes quiet, eyes turning in your direction to see what the fuck is going on.

Jinx’s braids hang down, and she twirls one in her hand, swinging back and forth upside down. “I really did not want to get my cutie’s bar gross with blood tonight, but it seems like I have no choice!”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” the man spills his bourbon trying to run (what a waste!). Jinx pulls a bomb from her collection and throws it— it sticks to the back of the man. The red light beeps once and POOF! Blue sparkles erupt from the bomb. You laugh. That’ll make it a hell of a lot easier for him to get jumped by people on the street later. When he’s gone through the door, it takes a few seconds for the clamor to start up again.

“Thanks,” you say, picking up the cup you just made and offering it to Jinx. “Knew you were coming. Here’s your favorite, on me.”

“You’re too sweet to me, toots,” Jinx says, taking the cup. With the straw, she takes a sip of it, somehow managing to do it while hanging upside down and twirling her gun in her hand. She smacks her lips. “Delicious. I’ll be around. Holler if you need me!”

“I will,” you reply, giving her a wink. Jinx blushes and scuttles back up to the ceiling faster than you can say Piltover.

Somehow, someway, whenever a dickhead tries to lay their hands on you, Jinx is there. You can protect yourself— you don’t carry a knife with you for no reason— but it’s nice to have someone watching over you.

You crane your head back to the rafters. From the top, Jinx wiggles her fingers in a hello, her leg swinging back and forth. You smile widely and get back to work.

~~~~~

You heft the last chair over your head, flipping it to lay on the table so that when the janitor comes in later, he can mop the floors without anything in the way. It’s part of the closing shift duties that you find to be soothing. The bouncers have cleared everyone out and clocked out for the night, leaving you alone in the Last Drop.

Well, mostly alone.

You go behind the bar, making yourself a drink to end a successful shift. To your tired surprise, you find yourself making double the amount you usually would.

On the bar, a soft thunk draws your attention. Jinx is crouched with agile grace, her braids falling by her sides.

“Hi,” Jinx says, something of a dopey grin on her face. She plops down on the singular seat you left down for her. You had a feeling she’d be swinging by to talk to you tonight.

“Hi,” you reply. You pour your drink into two cups. “Here. Try this, let me know what you think.”

Jinx takes it, but before she can say anything, you pull a metal straw from your apron and put it into the drink. She has a preference for straws. Usually, it doesn’t work for certain drinks, but this one it does. Jinx takes a sip at the same time you do.

You let the fruity flavor roll around in your mouth. Perfect way to end the night. As you swallow, you find Jinx staring at you, her lips still wrapped around the straw and drinking. You say, “Something you need?”

“Just admirin’ someone cute,” Jinx replies.

“Oh, just because you rescued me, you think you can start schmoozing?” You lean against the counter, taking another pull from the cup. You let it go down straight, the burn on your throat minimal compared to the burst of flavors on your tongue. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”

“You like it,” Jinx says, pressing her hands against the counter to lean over it, coming closer to your face. “You like it when I let people know they can’t touch you.”

“Do I now?” You meet her gaze, holding it for as long as she’s willing to go. This happens way too often— this tango between the two of you. When did it start? A few months ago, probably. Some asshole tried grabbing your ass, and Jinx blew his arm clean off no less than a few seconds later. Frankly, seeing a severed arm on the floor of your bar isn’t the worst thing that’s happened inside of the Last Drop.

But it did lead to several more occasions where, whenever someone tried to make a move on you, Jinx appeared from fucking nowhere to threaten them, hurt them, or throw them out of the bar via the bouncers. Fortunately, you managed to convince Jinx to not harm your customers after the last time (she pistol-whipped a woman in the back of the skull).

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. You like it when Jinx watches you from the rafters, staring at you whenever you have a shift in the bar. You don’t work every day, but you can always count on her being there a majority of the time.

With a click on the hardwood, you put aside your drink. Jinx mirrors you.

“Toots, I think you like me,” Jinx whispers, a twitch in her eyebrow. She all but leaps over the counter, landing beside you. In the flash of an eye, she has you pinned against the bartop. You’re strong enough to push her off, she’s like a feather, but you entertain her for now. “Or, you just like it when I protect you from all those mean little assholes who think they can have you.”

“Have me? You think you own me?” Please say yes, please say yes.

Like she’s read your mind, Jinx smiles. “Of course I do, toots. You’re mine.”

Her eyes flicker down to your lips. It’s all the invitation you need to kiss her. She tastes like berries and the drink you made her earlier. Jinx presses her hands into your waist, a rumble coming from the back of her throat and you swallow the sound into your mouth. Thank the fucking gods she finally did something. You were getting tired of all the dancing around. Who knew you just needed one more asshat to flirt with you to make her snap?

There’s one nice thing about having someone who’s possessive like Jinx— she makes it known. Especially right now, when she’s biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark in a place where everyone will see it during your next shift tomorrow. You don’t mind. In fact, you encourage it.

You give her one in return. It’s only fair, isn’t it?

Your drinks lay forgotten on the counter. Someone else will take care of it. You’ve got other things (Jinx) to do.

~~~~~

A/N: cheers to each of us getting our jinx's to protect us from weirdos at the bars. thanks for the prompt @rosevela ! hope I did it justice <3

You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call them daddy in front of the team.

Miya Atsumu x Reader

Miya Osamu x Reader

Anon,,,,,, I..... I did not mean to go off the way I did. And for the Miya twins?! This is so humiliatingggggg,,,, ugh I’m gonna go...... bathe in atsumu content. 

S M U T 

WC- 1,919

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Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is such a fsfhweufhwei,, I hate him, please this bitch would be soooo annoying

Tsum-Tsum would probably be proud that you called him daddy in front of others, whether it was accidental or not

Even though, he is a little selfish at times and would very much like to keep you to himself,

You and Atsumu are not exactly ‘offical yet’, you might as well be though

I mean, what else do you call two people who fuck around with only each other and no one else?? That’s dating…….

Especially since a motherfucker caught feelings, but you don’t need to tell Atsumu that yet

“Why does he look like a character from a manhwa I read?” Your friend trails off while staring down at the setter, her eyebrows are pinched together in thought

“Please stop talking.” You beg but she simply shakes her head

“Who does he look like….” She mumbles and you roll your eyes, Atsumu does not need to get his head any bigger by knowing that he looks like a handsome cartoon character “This is going to bug me all day”

“Why did we come to their practice match?” You ask instead and she clasps her hands together excitedly

“Because Oijro is a hottie!” Her voice echos throughout the gym and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing at the way multiple people turn and look at her

“You got a point there,” You can’t help but admit, Ojiro is hot

“But Atsumu, ah!” She starts fanning herself and your face pinches with disgust

“Atsumu is not hot and has the personality of a toothpick” Your insult sounds throughout the gym, not that you or your friend noticed, your friend simply scoffs and flips her hair

“I don’t want to hear it from you, ‘miss I would call Atsumu daddy’!” Your jaw drops at her words and you immediately sputter excuses

“I never said that!”

“Yes, you did!” She pushes

“Why the fuck would I say that I would call Atsumu ‘daddy’, do I look like the type of person to do that?” You screech and your friend nods slowly and places her hands on her hips

“Uh yeah” She answers like it is the easiest thing in the word, she interest herself in her nails rather than your seething form in front of her

“Fuck you” You gasp mockingly, placing your hand over your heart in feign hurt

“Why don’t you fuck Atsumu first” She retorts 

“Already did!”

“You motherfucker-“ 

You aren’t sure what you’re scared of more, the look of horror on your friend's face or the volleyball that hits the railing you were leaning on. However, when you see the look of anger on Atsumu’s face, you know which one is more terrifying. Your eyes trail to his figure and notice he is in the corner of the court, fuck he was serving.

The rest of his team are trying to hold back their laughter, even Kita is laughing loudly at you and your friend’s bickering

“I interrupted his serve,” You gasp in horror and your friend pinches her lips together, her eyes filled with guilt

There was something deep in Atsumu’s eyes and you could tell just by the passive look on his face that tonight he is going to ruin you

“Nice and loud for daddy.” Atsumu plunges deep inside of you, his hips ram into the back of your thighs over and over again. Your eyes prick with tears at the sensation and you moan loudly while squeezing around his length. “There you go, baby.” 

This is so humiliating, the way Atsumu has you positioned. You’re on your hands and knees while he mounts you with the ferocity of a beast.

“You know I hate it when little girls disrupt my serve,” He growls out, and you whimper when his hand comes down to strike your ass. “so why did you do that? Hmm, squealing with your friend like a little pig?” Atsumu spits his words and you feel your heart clench at his anger and disappointment.

“Atsumu, I-I’m sorry-“ You begin to apologize but he simply interrupts you with another slap. “Daddy.” You whimper and your eyes fill with tears at the sting, at the sound of your sniffles Atsumu pulls out of you. He gently places his hands on your shoulders to rest you on your back before climbing on top of you.

Atsumu eagerly fills you once more, this time more gently, while he kisses the tears off your cheeks.

“You’re sorry, baby?” He grunts and you nod too many times, the guilt in your eyes makes Atsumu’s head hurt. “It’s okay. Did daddy hurt your feelings?” His question almost sounds sarcastic and you’re not sure how to respond. “Awe, sweet girl. Let daddy take care of you now.” 

Atsumu moves one of his hands down to fondle your clit while slowly thrusting into you, allowing you to feel every inch of his hard cock toying with your walls.

“Thank you, daddy,” Your back arches off the bed and Atsumu is quick to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the nub into a peak with his tongue. The moan that leaves your mouth bounces off the walls of his bedroom and you feel Atsumu twitch inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, let it all out.”

Miya Osamu

Osamu probably wouldn’t care, maybe he’d laugh at the embarrassed looking on your face but other than that, he thinks it’s funny

Though if Atsumu teases him enough, he will cuss a bitch out

Myaa-sam is such a cutie, much more of an angel than his demonic brother 

It’s a random Saturday afternoon and you’re hanging out with your boyfriend in his room, with his brother….. of course

Osamu has his window slightly open and the summer air flows into his room, you’re laying upside down on his bed while playing your switch

Atsumu is scrolling through YouTube with his back resting against the bed and Osamu is at his desk ‘trying’ to do his homework

Keyword : trying

“Now a loser who can’t even set the ball,” Atsumu narrates the video he is watching and you lean over his shoulder to look at the player

“Who even is that?” You ask out of curiosity and Atsumu shrugs

“Just some player I know from the training camp I went to” His reply is so nonchalant that you barley even miss the insult

“Clearly he knows how to set the ball if he went to the training camp Tsum-Tsum” You tease and Atsumu groans in annoyance

“Why did you let her meet Bokuto and Akaashi?” The kinpatsu stares at his brother, Osamu simply flicks him off and continues to focus on his book

“Leave him alone, he’s trying to study~” You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend, annoyed that he isn’t paying attention to you

You can’t blame him though since he is working on school work

“(Y/N), he is reading some cooking magazine” Atsumu rolls his eyes and you place the switch down softly before standing up and walking over to your boyfriend “Oh, I’m going to fuck Tom Nook up!” Atsumu grabs the switch and starts peacefully playing the game

“‘Samu,” You groan and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cuddling into his neck and looking at the paper in front of him

Yup, he is actually looking at all the different ways to make rice balls

You know he isn’t going to pay attention to you, but maybe…. Just maybe it will work if you text him instead

You grab your phone from your back pocket to text your boyfriend

You : Tell Atsumu to leave so we can fuck

You : Please, daddy???

Osamu’s phone vibrates on the edge of his table beside his bed, right where Atsumu is

You watch in horror as the setter grabs the phone and you jump on top of him to get it back

“Atsumu, give me that!” You screech and try to grab Osamu’s phone

“You’re one of those psycho girlfriends aren’t you, let’s find out if Osamu is a cheater!” He gasps excitedly and you two barley notice how Osamu’s eye starts twitching

“No!” You cry

“Yes!”

Atsumu finally ends up on the other side of the room while you sit on top of Osamu’s bed with humiliation written all over your face

“Oh,” The blonde snickers and screenshots the messages “now that is going to the group chat”

Atsumu laughs once more before throwing metaphorical shame on you, he places the phone down by his brother and skips out of the room

“Osamu do something!” You whine and move to stand next to him, filled with enough embarrassment to last a lifetime

Your boyfriend simply wraps his arm around your waist and brings you down onto his lap, his lips are pressed into the top of your head as he continues to read through the magazine like the unbothered king he is

“Don’t you want to know what I texted you?” You ask and Osamu shrugs

“I saw it when Atsumu put it down”

Ah, fuck.

Osamu stills inside of you, you’re resting on his lap and desperately want to move but your boyfriend refuses to let you. His large hands hold you flush against his chest despite the way you squirm to find any sort of pleasure.

“You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” Osamu asks, lazily glancing at you before going back to scroll through his phone. You know he is just doing this to punish you, you can feel the way he is grinding against you, you’ll need to coax him into moving. Eagerly you nod, answering his question just as quickly as he asked it.

“Daddy,” You moan quietly into his ear and Osamu drops his phone onto the table. He leans back in the chair and brings his hand down to slap your clit, the noise resonates throughout the room and the bitter sting leaves tears in your eyes. “please fuck me.” You beg and Osamu lays another blow onto your cunt.

“Fuck yourself, darling.” He commands lowly and your eyes widen at the task, you lift yourself off his lap before falling back down. Your head leans back at the sensation of being stuffed full, with Osamu’s cock so deep inside of you that you can barely think straight. Your boyfriend leans forward to attach his lips to your throat, sucking deeply into the skin just to make you gasp.

“Daddy, daddy.” You cry out and Osamu moans against your neck, you grab onto his hair and pull tightly. There is something about Osamu’s moans that make your insides churn with need. You need him to fuck you so badly.

Just as you were told, you continue to fuck yourself on his dick. Osamu preoccupies himself with your neck and occasionally lays more blows to your clit in a way that runs you up the wall.

“Keep going, you’re such a good girl.” He praises and you feel the compliment fuel your orgasm. “A good girl with the most delicious little cunt.” He nips at your ear and you fall against his chest tiredly, you can’t do it anymore.

“Please, please, fuck me, daddy.” You weakly clutch his shoulders and Osamu grabs onto either side of your hips with both of his hands while planting his feet onto the floor.

“Since you asked so nicely,”

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the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

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A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” 

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle. 

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

Clean-up - JJ Maybank

Request: Hi i love your work so much!! You’re such a talented writer 💕 and since i can’t get enough of that scene where JJ mows the lawn, would you be able to write smth where he and the reader are both working at some kook’s house together? :>>

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“Hey,” JJ’s voice cut over the music that was playing in your ear, causing you to pause your playlist and turn around to see him leaning against the sliding door to the porch, arms crossed over his bare chest, “I think you missed a spot.”

“Don’t you have a lawn to mow?” You asked, walking over to him. You kissed his cheek, hand resting on his arm as you leaned against him. JJ smiled, turning his head just enough to kiss you.  

“I finished, cause I’m that productive.” He replied. “Not a slow-poke like you.”

“Unbelievable.” You stepped away from him and back over the vacuum that you had abandoned when he came in.  

Your mom owned a cleaning company that serviced most of the houses on the Eight and, while you didn’t necessarily enjoy cleaning kook houses five days a week scheduling your days to match up with JJ’s lawn mowing made it much more enjoyable. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend a little extra time on the kitchens and the living rooms so that you could stare at him out the window.  

“Hey, Kie texted about meeting up at the Wreck later,” JJ mentioned, picking random knick-knacks off the bookcases in the living room while you vacuumed the sofa and chairs.  

“Okay.” You glanced over and rolled your eyes as you saw him pocket a tiny figurine. “Put that back JJ, you’re gonna get my mom fired if you keep stealing things.”  

“No one is gonna miss this guy...but the lady at the pawn shop will like it.” He replied, holding it up and inspecting it.

“The lady at the pawn shop would like a plastic bag if you brought it in. She’s probably get a countdown calendar in her back room marked off ‘days until JJ is eighteen’.” You joked, grabbing the figurine and putting it back on the shelf.  

“Don’t be jealous baby,” he mocked, trying to wrap his arms around you but you pushed him away just as he got close.  

“Stop it, Mrs. Miles will be home soon and she’ll kill me if she catches me fucking around again.” You said. She had caught you last week chatting with Pope when he delivered groceries to her house, shouting at both of you that she would call your parents and have your pay docked if you didn’t get back to work, “and for god’s sake put a shirt on.”  

“Mrs. Miles doesn’t care, she loves me.” JJ replied, taking a seat on the arm of the couch as you moved on to dusting the living room.  

“I love you too and yet, I’d love you even more if you put a shirt on.”

“Why, am I distracting you?” He asked, flexing his arms for you.  

You rolled your eyes, “yeah the smell of your pits is distracting me...have you ever heard of deodorant before?”

“I have deodorant on!”

“You do not.”  

Without warning JJ jumped off the couch, grabbing you by throwing an arm around you shouders and trying to force you into the crook of his arm. You pressed against his stomach and chest, trying to push him off of you while he wrestled you onto the couch.  

“JJ, get off, you’re so gross!” You screamed, laughing as he finally let you shove him away from you. “Oh my god, disgusting.”

“You weren’t complaining this morning.”

“My face wasn’t in your arm pit this morning you psycho.” You said as you tried to fix your hair. “Please go outside or something and just let me finish in here.”

“I’ll go, since you can’t resist me.” He said, heading for the door. He grabbed the figurine again, slipping it into his pocket.

“Put it back!” You called over your shoulder as you got your cleaning stuff together again. “She has all of those categorized and she’ll know that I was here when it was taken!”  

“She won’t know.” He insisted.

“Jesus Christ JJ, put it back.”

“You’re not fun babe, you know that?” He put the figurine back on the bookshelf just as the front door opened.  

You made a face at JJ, waving him out of the room as Mrs. Miles heels clicked against her tiled floor. You grabbed the windex and rag as quickly as you could and started spraying the windows so that you looked like you had been busy doing work. Just outside the window JJ was heading back to where he’d parked the lawn mower and he turned at the last moment, sticking his tongue out at you.  

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❛  i wish i could take it all back , cause it makes me feel sick inside.  ❜ { Monty for Kinsey }

🐝  *  ―  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

Sending a quick message off to Monty, Kinsey grabbed her coat as she started to head out. "I'm leaving." She told her father and stepmom as she stopped by the living room on her way to the front door. Smiling as she spotted Katia being rocked by Kara, she quickly walked over to give her baby sister an affectionate kiss to the forehead. "Bye, cutie."

"Have fun," her father told her as she straightened back up. "Remember I have work tonight if you could try to be home before then."

She gave a nod, understanding what he meant. Kara might need a little help with the baby, especially if Katia was in one of her stubborn 'I don't want to sleep' moods. Kinsey sometimes gave her stepmom a break while Dad was working so she could catch some sleep for herself. "I'll be back before 8." And with that promise, she left to meet up with Monty.

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After grabbing a coffee and some donuts from Becker's shop, the two of them ended up walking around the town square. It was a nice day out, not too warm and not too cold so they decided to enjoy their coffee outdoors. However, as they fell into a comfortable silence while they walked, Kinsey worked up to the real reason she'd invited him to hang out with her today.

"So..." She started as he looked over her way. No going back now. "I gotta be honest, I didn't just want to get coffee with you today. I wanted to talk... About this." She gestured between the two of them as they came to stop. Monty didn't seem to know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but she continued. "About me and you. Us. Where we stand after everything cause so much shit has happened with us..."

He seemed to decide it was a bad thing as a sort of tormented, guilty expression fell over his face. ❛  i wish i could take it all back , cause it makes me feel sick inside.  ❜

She frowned, shaking her head at him. "Don't," she said, "That's not where I was going with this. I know... I know you're still drowning in guilt. I know you're more sorry than you can ever really say or show. I don't hate you for it anymore, Monty. I never did." Hurt and betrayed, yes. Beyond words. She had never hated him though no matter how much she had wanted to at the time.

"All that shit with Crystal is in the past now. It happened and you weren't the first or even the 50th person she's manipulated to get her way. You're not that same guy anymore, I know that. Okay? I do. Will knows that, Levi, Aubrey, others too. Everyone else will see it in time."

Sighing, she tried to push all thought of her psycho birth mother from her mind. Kinsey didn't like sparing her very many or any thoughts these days. She just wasn't worth it. "What I wanted to talk about is us... Moving forward."

Kinsey lowered her gaze as some internal panic briefly seized her. Shoving it down, she tried to be brave and lay it all out. Her feelings and what she wanted. "I'm not good with relationships," she admitted when she finally met his gaze again. That wasn't really a secret, seeing as their whole relationship had been open and non-exclusive. "There was always this fear that I'd-- I don't know-- End up in a situation like my Dad when I was growing up. That I'd end up with my own Crystal using and abusing me or even worse, that I'd be just like her and Connor would've been right about me."

She felt stupid saying it out loud, but she'd realized that was a big part of her aversion to monogamous relationships. It had been easier to just keep it casual and sleep around than plunge into something serious with the potential it'd be something toxic.

"It still kind of scares me, but..." She took a breath. "But I'm in love with you and I'm tired of running away from it. I don't want to run from it anymore. I want to be with you, Dean Montgomery. All of you. Not just the physical parts, even though those are pretty damn great." Smirking a little bit, she grew serious again. "So now that I've just Ian'd this all up, what do you think? Do we try? Do you want to be with me?"

Xue’s Supernatural Dare: Wendigo (S1 EP2)

Hello, everyone? How did everyone feel about the finale? Yes? Yes? Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh, dear.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell that half-assed homophobic chicken-shit fuckbucket’s not gonna stop me, since I strapped myself onto this roller coaster already and I promised I’m not getting out until the ride’s over, so here we go, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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Oh my gods this recap is so cheesy I actually can make a fondue out of it. 2000s, everybody!

A WHOLE MINUTE AND A HALF FOR THAT FONDUE

FUCKJUMPSCARETITLEFUCKYOU

So we’re starting the episode with the murder scene first, eh? Is that gonna be a trend?

Oh come on, Chads, you’re out in nature and you’re playing video games? Absorb the nature...before it absorbs you!

Waitwait. Holy shit is that...is that Cory Monteith? Oh, bless his soul...

If the wendigo eats his dick as he’s peeing I’m immediately giving Jensen Ackles $100. For no real reason, I just feel like giving him money for already carrying the show on his back.

I can’t tell if it did or not, so I’m not paying yet.

Aw, Sammy...

"I should have told you the truth.” *Vine voice* BUT YOU DIDN’T

FUCKYOUINTHEASSHOhnightmare. Nightmare. So did he visit her at her grave or not? I need answers.

A week? Goddamn. Poor thing. That man-eating tree’s fucking good at his job, man.

“There’s nothing there, it’s just...woods,” Sam, I don’t know if Jess’s death hit you hard or if you got into law school by eating some ancient dick and/or pussy instead of earning that high score fair and square, but the woods “in the middle of nowhere” (your words) are known to be one of the top places full of weird-ass creatures. Even kindergartners know that.

Ehehehehehehehehe he’s so smol next to his lil bro my lil shit

At least you’re coming up with decent covers this time. No Agent Mulder and Scully ruining things for you this time around.

“Bull” oop-

Oh Dean’s a smoooooooooth operator. Good going, buddy.

AND HE GOT A COPY OF THAT DOCUMENT TEAM DEAN TEAM DEAN

Oh that death really got to Sam. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a trigger-happy psycho. Or eat the man-eating tree and become one himself.

Oh, Haley’s a cutie! Which one’s her brother? Cory? Discount Enrique Iglesias?

Do you have a card for EVERY profession, Dean? And how do I get them too?

That is a very pretty car. I bet they wasted half the budget on that thing.

Okay, sonny boy, little bro, Broseidon, calm down.

Ah, fuck, Haley and Broseidon is gonna go into the woods, that’s more heads to worry about.

How the fuck does Sam find information this fast? I’m impressed, I take five hours to get to one article for my research paper. Or maybe I’m just lazy. So he really earned his law school interview without having to eat dick and pussy, huh.

Every 23 years? What is this, Pennywise? Are we going to see the wendigo do his best Tim Curry do his best scary clown impression? Honk honk?

“Whatever that thing is, it can move.” And the sun rises on the East, Sammy. Why are you so smart and dumb at the same time? Is this his character trait? It might grow on me.

Ahhh, so Sam’s go-to move at interrogation is doing puppy dog eyes and sympathize with the person. He’d make a good lawyer, shame that man-eating tree.

Go Grandpa Exposition, go!

Go Grandpa Exposition, go, give us information and none at all!

OH GEEZ THAT SCAR. PENNYWISE WENDIGO IS VICIOUS.

Skinwalker, Back Dog...Ooh, those all sound cool! I hope we get to see them soon!

‘Corporeal’ doesn’t sound like a real word, but then again, English doesn’t sound like a real language. Sorry. Moving on.

Sam’s gonna eat the wendigo with that attitude, Jesus Christ.

AND HIS BROTHER, AT THIS RATE. If the real villain turns out to be inside Sam all along I’m gonna flip. Is that why women keep dying and burning on ceilings where he sleeps? Is he secretly Lucifer’s spawn or something?

“Oh sweetheart I don’t wear shorts”. They queer-coded him from the start and they tried to make you believe he was straight for fifteen seasons straight? And some people bought that?

Oh, crap, another crappy death treatment for Cory before he got into Glee...No, I wasn’t into Glee, I just watched a few episodes and I might hate Rachel Berry...And Lea Michele...ahem...

Dean is totally flirting with Roy shut upppppppp

OOP AND THERE ROY GOES OH THE SEXUAL TENSION IS HIGH IN THESE WOODS TODAY

“It’s probably the most honest I’ve been with a woman. Ever.” See. Bi. Bi bi bi.

So...why the coordinates, Daddy Negan? Is this a portal to Hell? A place where man-eating trees grow?

*carefully places death flag on Roy*

Ooooh the campsite is very...haunted house-y. You know what I’m saying?

That’s not Discount Enrique Iglesias, but Pennywise wendigo, yes? Those things can mimic human voices, right?

*Google searches*...There are so many versions of this tale I can’t even confirm or deny it. Dammit.

Maybe Pennywise wendigo just wants some snacks and a nice phone and GPS? Maybe he misses his family in uh, Canada or something?

Daddy Negan’s journal is  a e s t h e t i q u e .

I’m so sorry, but the way Sammy smirks as he speaks with those dark, dark voids for eyes? My boy’s a demon. He’s a demon, I’m telling you.

At least Haley has some sense to her. *puts another death flag on Roy*

*PUTS YET ANOTHER DEATH FLAG ON ROY*

True, that. What the heck is Daddy Negan up to with all of this?

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business!” Okay, the way Dean said it gave me chills.

I can actually empathize with Sam here...As whiny and bitchy as he is, he has his reasons to be this way. I guess if I were in his shoes, I’d be less of a Dean and more of a Sam, too. We deal with our losses quite similarly.

Ah, the brotherly bonding moments like these little talks make the show worth it. It’s so heartwarming.

Pennywise wendigo! I didn’t miss you, why’re you here to burst my happy bubble?

I’m starting to see a slight parallel between Haley and Broseidon and Dean and Sammy. Hmm.

Nice meeting you, Roy. Zoop you go.

Haley and Broseidon are taking this rather well, I’m glad they do.

Okay, actual exposition time, thank you.

Whoa, Broseidon speaks! Donner Party! Please don’t remind me of that! Those poor people!

Hibernation and food storage. Delightful, just delightful.

TORCHING? *CALLS RAMMSTEIN*

Somehow, not being able to see the wendigo is scarier to me than what I will probably see itself. Limited budget horror can actually work well.

Oh, dear, Roy literally did a death drop. Badum tissssssssss.

FUCK IT TOOK DEAN THE ONLY CHARACTER I CARE ABOUImean I love you too, Sam! Come on, let’s find him before it’s too late!

A trail of M&Ms! Yes, Broseidon! And Hansel and Gretel refercalled it. Sammy, you and I share the same wavelength?

SHITSHITTHEYTRIPPEDANDFELLINTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Thank the gods the Pennywise wendigo kept them right there. Chances.

DISCOUNT ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS STILL ALIVE GEEZ BUT ALSO PHEW

Ah, Dean Winchester, I love you so much that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Also how convenient that the flare guns are there. Deus ex machina!

Haley would bode well as a hunter, look at her courage, her will. There are more hunters around than Daddy Negan and the brothers, right?

Yeah, seeing the actual wendigo makes me less scared of it now. It’s unnerving, but still.

TEAM DEAN YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

Graphics are...alright, but it’s the thought that counts!

Running with the grizzly bear story. Smart Broseidon. Ben. Sorry, you deserve to be called by your real name. I think with practice they could become good hunters, along with their Discount Enrique Iglesias brother! Is there a fanfiction for that? Can I write it now?

...

I AM WILLING TO DIE TO PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER I

Haley’s a lesbian, that’s why she kissed him on the cheek only. Headcanoned. Also I have a crush on her, she’s really pretty? Like? Heart eyes???

Ah, the siblings parallels again. Let’s hope neither of the two brothers end up in the bed like that.

“Man, I hate camping.” Really. Really really. Really.

“I’m driving”

...

SAM WINCHESTER I’M SORRY I EVER SPOKE ILL OF YOU I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE TOO I PROMISE YOU I WILL

It’s just a sassy bisexual brother and his little snide bisexual brother on the road to kill evil creatures and find their father and I love this show? Help? Help???

I really, really see the charm of Supernatural now! I’m fully invested in both brothers and their story, and I’m cheering them both on! Let’s get Daddy Negan back and get rid of that man-eating tree once and for all!

Six stars out of five!

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This dare is introducing me to a whole new world, and I really, really am glad I took that jump a few days ago, man!

Thank you everyone for reading my ramblings, and I’ll see you in the day after with the next review! Thank you for sticking with me! Buh-bye!

- Xue

Please Take Me

Please Take Me

 Request: Yes by anon. Embry Call x Reader: Hi! Could I please have a request where Embry saves the reader’s life, and in doing so imprints on them?

 A/n: It’s been a minute since I wrote something. So, thank you to whoever requested this! I hope it is what you wanted, and I hope you like it. This request helped me remember what I miss and enjoyed the most about writing. So, double thank you, my love!

Enjoy!

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You know how they say, always pay attention to your surroundings. Especially at night. And if you're a female (even though it does happen to males too). Yeah, well, guess who decided to not pay attention exiting the grocery store after my shift. My boss, Lenny, asked if he could walk me to my car and I refused. One, because he’s kind of creepy—he’s nice, but he just looks at you like he’s shocked at something. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him blink at least 3 times in a conversation I had with him. But secondly, I was exhausted.

I had 3 Karen’s and their husband Bob come into the store to complain about the quality of the meat, the long lines, or just because I had an “attitude.” And of course, I had to kick out at least an additional 4 people for not wearing a mask.

“It’s my right as an individual to not wear one.” Yeah, Dick and Barbra, it’s also my right to kick your ass.

“We have the right to not serve you, so go put on a mask or don’t come back. I simply don’t care.” I turn to the phone to make an announcement. “Security, please come to the front. We have a D.A.A.M.” D.A.A.M—Dumb Ass Anti-Maskers. But yeah, my day, like most days, was just peachy.

I always park my car on the side of the parking lot. Right next to the exit way and within eyesight of the security footage. I was halfway there where suddenly, I was pushed to the ground. I looked around and saw no one or thing around. So, I calmly got up, and I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I sprint to my car and unlock it. As I get in, I take a breather and turn on my car. I look in my rearview mirror, and I see dark red eyes looking back at me. Neither one of us moved. You know how you’re in so much shocked as something that if you look away, you’ll be afraid you’ll never see it again or you question if you ever saw it.

Yeah, that’s what is happening now. Neither of us blinked, moved, or exhaled. It wasn’t until a creepy smile formed on its face that I reacted. Before I could scream or move towards the door, they had their hand wrapped around my mouth.

“Drive, and don’t do anything stupid little one.” I nod my head and slowly drive off back towards my home near La Push but just beyond Forks' line. I slowly drive to buy myself some time to find an escape. But apparently, he already knew what I was thinking.

“Don’t even think about it, my little rabbit. Take a left up here.” I follow his orders, and he leads me to a wooded area. I park my car close to the street, and we get out and head towards the woods. I’m not sure how far we’ve gotten, but I know as I look around, all I see is darkness, tall trees, and I can’t hear the passing cars on the main road.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?” he says, squeezing my arm, whispering into my ear. I look up at him, and he smiles and chuckles.

“Don’t worry, my little rabbit, we’re just going to play a nice game of ‘Hound and the Heir.’ You know that child game. Do you know or remember how to play?” he says, circling me. I nod my head, yes, tears coming down my face, not excited for what’s going to happen next.

“Good! How about I be generous and let my little heir go first. Ready…” I know I’m not going to make it.

“Set…” I say a quick prayer.

“GO!” I take off. Not sure where I’m going, not sure what direction I’m heading. All I know is, it’s better than where I was before. In the meantime, I scream and cry for help.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” I scream into the night—to no one. I hear the demon’s laugh around me. I don’t know where but I try to push myself more to get out of here. It wasn’t until I felt a pair of hands push me into a tree as I was jumping over its root. I slam my right shoulder and scream in pain. The bastard grabs me, lifts me up effortlessly, and tosses me to the ground, landing on the same shoulder. This time, I heard a pop.

Like the Hound he is, he creeps up to me, and just as he is close, he lifts his head and looks behind me, and backs away. I look behind me and see giant wolves breaking through the trees, growling.

“Son of a bitch…” he says and takes off. They all go after him, except for the silver-white wolf. She stays behind and looks at me. She waits until a big black, dark brown and a dark silver wolf comes back. Three other figures come out as men. What the fuck is happening?

“Don’t worry, you’re okay. We’re going to take you back to our place and get you cleaned up.” Says the smaller one with the babyface. I just want to pinch his cheeks.

“Like hell you are! Who the fuck are you guys?! What the fuck just happened? I just got kidnapped, and all of a sudden, I’m supposed to be okay and just allow a set of random strangers to take me again?” What kind of backward hell is this?

“We promise, we’re not going to hurt you.” Says the leaner one, I turn to him to say a snarky remark, but it gets caught in my throat. Hot fucking damn… “Be cool bitch, be cool…wait…”

“There's 4 wolves and 3 shirtless guys. What combination of that says ‘safe’ to you?” I ask him. Instead of giving me an answer, he just stares at me. I look at the others as they're looking at him. The babyface one and another one that resembles a chipmunk starts laughing, and the wolves look irritated or unbothered. Regardless, I move to get up but end up falling.

“FUCK! SON OF A BITCH! My ankle!” I say, staying on the ground, trying to cradle my shoulder while trying to not put pressure on my right ankle. It seemed that’s when Mr. Fuck Me woke from his daydream and came over to me.

“Here, let’s get you to Emily’s house.” then proceeds to effortlessly lift me up as if I am a feather.

“Holy shit, you're strong…don’t fucking drop me.” He smiles down at me and laughs,

“I promise I won't.” He turns to everyone, “We’ll see you guys there. Yes, Leah, stay behind.” He says, talking to the white wolf.

“Great, I’m stuck with a psycho who talks to animals… What is this? The Wild Thornberry’s?” I look around. He smiles,

“Naw, let’s just say you’re life is about to get interesting, cutie.” He says, then smiles and winks at me. Um, sir…please fuck me.

~~~

“And that’s it,” Embry says nervously.

“That’s it?” I asked, questioning as if what he told me was enough to not have a billion questions.

“Yep.” I shake my head.

“How does it work? Does it hurt?” he smiled,

“Yeah, at first it did, but it gets better over time. You should see us when we first phase. You know how when a baby deer or giraffe is born, they can barely stand, and they wobble all over the place. That’s what happens to us. Only we’re over six feet with big heads.”

“Speak for yourself. Paul's head is the biggest.” Jared says, interrupting us. We were at Sam and Emily’s house, and it had been a month since the terrible day in the woods. Embry brought me back here with Leah to get cleaned up. Ever since, he never left my side…not that I was complaining. It was just weird; I never had or even actually wanted someone to be around like he is. Hell, I can barely stand to be around my own family.

“Anyways, you’re giving me a ride one of these days.”

“Not while you’re hurt…” Embry said in a monotonous stern voice…Zaddy. Let me stop…

“Fair enough. Now, is there anything else I should know before I ask questions? I would prefer to have all the information out now; that way, we can move forward.” Everyone—Jared, Sam, Emily, and Embry—becomes quiet.

“And, that’s my cue. I’m going to see how long it takes to annoy Kim before she kicks me out of her house. Good luck!” Jared says, grabbing 3 cookies and a biscuit before running out the door. Sam and Emily give words of encouragement to Embry and leave.

“Embry…what’s going on?” I said, looking at him. He clears his throat.

“Well, there is one other thing. Just to let you know, it’s completely voluntary. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You are 100% in control between us. Okay?” he says nervously. I look at him suspiciously. I nod my head for him to continue. “Well, there's this thing called imprinting. You know…you know how after a while, you couldn’t figure out why but you felt like you wanted to be around me—for us to be close to one another?”

“More like need, but sure, continue.” He shakes his head and smiles.

“Well, there's a reason behind that. You know what mating is, right?” I nod my head.

“Like eagles when they mate for life. Right?”

“Yeah! Exactly! Well, that’s what happened that night in the woods. When I looked at you like a deer looking at headlights. I, uh, I imprinted on you.” He says nervously. I start feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I'm glad like a mother fucker that I get to have Embry in my life, but on the other, would he have wanted me without imprinting?

“I know what you’re thinking, and honestly, I actually already did like you.” He smiles as I looked at him, confused. “Last year, at the beach. You were walking back to your car while I was walking with Quil and Jake towards the water. We kind of passed each other. I don’t think you noticed me, but I saw you and thought you were the most amazing person I’ve seen. After that, I may have tried to go to the beach as often as possible to see you, but I never did. It wasn’t until the day in the woods that I saw you again. so my initial reaction was both happy because I finally found you again and because I found you.” He says, holding my hand. I started to tear up and smile.

“That’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever said to me.” I laugh and reach in to hug him without hurting my shoulder and ankle.

“I’m glad. So, it’s up to you, Y/n. Whatever you want us to be, I’ll be that and there for you always.” I smile and place my left and on his cheek.

“I want you to always be in my life Embry call.” I smile back at him. He grabs my wrist and kisses it and rubs circles on the back of my hand. We eventually start closing the distance between us.

“May I kiss you?” he asked quietly. I nod my head, and he smiles. “I’m going to need verbal consent, love.” I laugh at him,

“Yes. Yes, you may kiss me, please.” And he does. It was gentle, and it felt like home. Then it really felt like home when we heard whistling, hooting, and other unnecessary noises coming outside of the sliding door. We turned to look, only to see Jared, Paul, Jake, and Quil being stupid. I hit my face in Embry’s shoulder as he gave them the finger.

Who would’ve thought that my life would go from boring to adventurous all because of a vampire? I could honestly say I would have it any other way…like for real, I would have instead met Embry at the beach, but at least I can say I have met the love of my life.

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter xv)

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word count: 1,762

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: plans change

warnings: laaaaanguage..

a/n: okay I desperately needed a happy MC and Harry in this one after the last chapter so excuse me while I go cry over how cute these two can be. okay that’s it. xx

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You'd never walked home so fast in your life. Basically running with Thea in your arms towards your apartment building. You didn't want to be paranoid but you had no idea that Ryan knew where you worked. You wouldn't put it past him to know where you lived too.

Luckily, Thea had no problem being carried home from school. She hung onto your hip, arms around your neck, telling you all about her day at school. She didn't notice anything wrong with you besides the marks on your arm. You hated lying to her but you didn't want to involve her in any adult problems. Telling her you had an accident and she left the subject alone.

"Momma, can we call Harry?" Thea asked when you finally got into your apartment. You felt like you were finally able to breathe again when you locked all 3 of your door locks. A weight of anxiety being lifted off you, knowing Ryan couldn't break through 3 locks and your front door to get in.

"We'll call him in a minute." You said, walking with Thea to the kitchen. She sat her backpack on the table, pulling out her picture for Harry as you rummaged through your bare fridge to see if there was anything for you two to have for dinner tonight.

"Pizza?" You asked, shutting the fridge door once you saw it was a losing battle for dinner that night. You were too frazzled to even eat but you had to do something for Thea.

"Yes! I want extra cheese." Thea sang out her agreement, pulling out her folder of homework and getting started on it. You smiled, happy she actually liked school and you didn't have to fight with her the whole time to do her work.

"Alright, let me go order then we'll call Harry." You grabbed your phone, plopping on your couch, surprised you hadn't had any more texts from Ryan but considering it a blessing as you placed the usual order to your favorite pizza place.

Once you got off the phone you scrolled to Harry's contact. The picture of Thea and him from a little over a month ago shining bright, making you smile. So much had changed since then. You felt like you'd open yourself up so much to being happy again and now your past was sneaking up on you.

You sighed before clicking the facetime button. You knew you needed to tell someone about what happened with Ryan but you couldn't go there yet. You just wanted to forget it, pushing it to the back of your mind when Harry's wide smiling face appeared on your screen.

"Hey, I've missed ya love." His smile was contagious, making the bad day melt away from your thoughts. He had such a great way of making your anxieties fade just by being around.

"Missed you too, so much." You sighed, just wanting him to give you a hug. Long-distance sucked and it wasn't even 12 hours apart. You tried your best to not think about all of your doubts about your newly formed relationship but the look on your face must have been enough to concern him.

"Wat's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a rough day. I need a hug." You sighed again, sitting back further on the couch when you heard Thea running from the kitchen.

"Harry!" She yelled jumping on the couch to be able to see him on your phone. Her face inches away from the screen so you couldn't see his face anymore but could hear him laughing.

"Hey, sunshine. How was school?" He asked, your phone taken from your hands as Thea held it herself to talk to him.

"Good. Van asked me to be his girlfriend again but I think I'm going to ask Will if he'll be my boyfriend cause he shared his crayons with me today." She blurted out, making you laugh from beside her. Knowing the response to this was going to be priceless.

"Yer not allowed to date til yer 35." He huffed out, not finding it funny at all but making you crack up.

"Yeah no dating Thea!" You heard Mitch call out from a distance.

"Thea, stop giving Uncle Mitch and Harry blood pressure spikes. Go work on your homework." You rolled your lips when you saw her confused look on her face but she eventually agreed and handed you back the phone.

"Y'still coming Friday right?" He asked the second your face came back into view.

"Might come out tomorrow if that's okay. I got some time off and Thea doesn't have any tests this week or anything so…" you trailed off, not wanting to tell him the reason you wanted to come out sooner was because you were scared to stay alone or walk around the city by yourself.

"Really?" That stupid heartwarming dimpled smile back on his face, wider than ever. You nodded, trying your best to contain your excitement. You needed this vacation, time away from all the shit going on.

"I'll see ya tomorrow then, love."

It was probably the longest flight of your whole entire life. The whole time Thea was bouncing in her seat asking how much longer. Every time you answered with the time left she'd then lean over the poor guy beside you and look out the window. Then she'd play on her iPad for 2 seconds before repeating it all again… for 6 hours.

The guy beside you ran like a fire was lit under his ass to get off the plane and honestly you couldn't blame him. As cute as your kid could be she definitely had her moments when she was a bit much.

You understood her excitement though. You were so ready to ignore all your problems for a week, to reset and get away from everything. It was much needed. The thought of relaxing away from the stress of Ryan, who still hadn't bothered you since he showed up to your job, and the thousands of people now practically stalking you online was great.

Your mind filled with all the things you and Thea could do in California as you made your way through the airport. You repeatedly had to remind Thea that she had to hold your hand and not run off to stores as you two pushed through people to get to where Harry said he'd be waiting for you two.

You only managed to get lost once on the way there but the swarm of people eventually signalled where you guys needed to go. You sighed, pulling Thea close, debating if getting back on the plane was an option instead of dealing with all these people looking at you and Harry.

Thea on the other hand had no fear as she caught sight of Harry. She let go of your hand and charged towards him. The bodyguards you'd never had to be around before in New York perking up the second she started yelling for him and waving her hands.

"Harry! Harry!" She yelled, running full force to him causing the protective people around him to turn towards the sound.

You thought you were about to have to go a thousand shades of psycho on some bald asshole, racing after her, trying to get to her before someone touched your fucking kid and you'd have to whoop ass in front of all these cameras.

Harry's head snapped around to you guys as you got closer. Thea not listening at all to your demands to stop as she got closer to him and your protective mother mode kicked. Not only was everyone now looking at you but the fear of someone taking her or some asshole bodyguard touching her to get her away from Harry made your stomach turn.

"Whoa." Harry grabbed the guy standing beside him shoulder before he even had a chance to step in front of him. "She's mine, it's fine."

The sentence made him stop in your tracks. Did you hear him right? Did he really just say that?

You slowly walked the rest of the way toward him as Thea flung herself into his arms and giving him a hug like she hadn't seen him in a year. You smiled softly but was very aware of everyone still standing around you when you finally approached him.

"Hey." He said all laughs and smiles like he didn't just call your child his own a second ago. How the fuck were you supposed to be okay after that? You weren't sure how to feel about it but as you stood watching them together you couldn't help the tugging feeling in your heart that this was right.

"Hey." You smiled back finally giving him the hug you've needed. Thea still hanging onto him as his one arm pulled you in tightly to him.

"Let's get out 'f 'ere." He smiled down to you, dimple popping out when you nodded your head.

The three of you made your way out of the airport together. His free arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder as his other one kept Thea on his hip.

You sighed the second you got in the car and away from all the people staring at you. California felt like a different planet compared to New York. You weren't used to all the attention.

"Jus' ignore it. No one'll bother y'guys. It dies down sum jus' not used to me havin' two cuties with me." He kissed your cheek, causing Thea to snap her attention to you two.

Harry's eyes widened the second he realized he'd been caught. Your laughter erupted from you but Thea looked more confused than ever.

"Why'd you kiss momma?" She asked sitting up straighter in your seat. "Does this mean you're her boyfriend?"

His eyes looked like they were going to actually pop out of his head. You thought you could see him actually start to sweat. You had to give yourself a moment to stop laughing as Harry sat like a deer in headlights.

"Is that okay?" You asked, finally turning to her.

She just smiled brightly nodding her head. Dropping the subject completely when the car started moving.

"Holy shit. She's goin' t'give me a heart attack one 'f these days."

"You have to pay the curse jar!" She piped up again, not taking her eyes off the window.

You laughed sitting back in your seat leaning your head on Harry's shoulder as he grumbled under his breath. The smile not leaving your face as things finally felt good in your life.

Okay, get this: a new lov member who’s really awkward and shy. Everyone thinks she’s just a normal gal but it turns out she’s absolutely out of her mind? /sigh/ I don’t even know anymore 😔 rip. I’m so bad at requesting it should be my new party trick. Anyways, I hope you have a good day and I love your writing!!

Ahh thank you! :) I’m not sure if you wanted this to be cute or disturbing so I went with the latter because nothing I’ve posted so far is dark themed (all my stuff is like, fluff haha)! :0 Let’s get some well rounded writing up in here! 

New LOV member who’s secretly insane

Warnings: DARK THEMES that include but are not limited to: Blood, dead animals, disturbing images, cannibalism, death, hearing voices, sadism/masochism, violence, mentions of self-harm etc. etc. You get the picture. 

^^^Don’t read if you’re sensitive to similar topics. I went ham on this, yall. 

Disclaimer: The reader depicted in this is chronically insane and is an extreme case. This is in no way a depiction of a person with a mental disorder. I don’t want to spread any misinformation, most people with mental disorders are lovely people and are not crazy/dangerous in anyway

Under the cut vvv

Tomura Shigaraki:

Look, he wasn’t a fan of the whole awkward-shy act, but hey, you were pretty hot and you had a quirk that the League definitely needed

So he let you in, figuring he’d just need to have that timid attitude of yours whipped out of you

But OH. It didn’t take long for him to realize you were completely bonkers. 

Dabi was giving you shit like he did everyone, and all it took was a poor comment on his part for your usually pleasant expression to contort into one of malice and...joy? The way your face darkened and your eyes swirled with an unhinged gleam… 

Maybe you’d be more interesting than he initially thought~ plus, seeing you threaten Dabi was definitely some brownie points in Tomura’s book

At times it gets frustrating because you can get out of hand, and he honestly couldn’t even handle the League WITHOUT another crazy added in the mix

But you were powerful and an important addition to the team, so you were stuck with this sorry lot whether you liked it or not

Kurogiri:

He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Tomura recruited you for the League. You were actually...rather normal compared to the rest of the bunch, but he was far from complaining!

You were also modest and well-mannered, and Kurogiri especially admired that. The rest of the League was full of squabbling hotheads, so you were a breath of fresh air!

At the bar, he’d talk a lot with you seeing as you were one of the calmer villains, but overtime he noticed that certain comments would raise a few red flags. 

One day you bring in the mangled body of a cat and...oh. 

The way you casually set it on the bar counter and grin at Kurogiri happily while you ask for a kiddy cocktail… all the while your hands were still soaked in its blood.

Tomura’s decision made a bit more sense now. You were completely off your rocker! He treats you pretty much the same as before, but is usually the one who has to reel you in when you start to show your crazy too much. 

Dabi:

When you first joined the League, he couldn’t believe it. Was Tomura fucking stupid? How could a shy, pretty thing like you possibly fit in with the baddest villain organization?

Needless to say, he was kind of an asshole to you. He’d make rude comments, blatantly say you didn’t belong here, condescendingly give you names like “princess” 

For the most part you would bear it all with a grin, and though he didn’t exactly understand you reaction, he would scoff and roll his eyes. “Weirdo”

One day he happens to strike a particularly strong chord with you, and suddenly you’ve shoved him against a wall, hands wrapped around his throat

You choking him wasn’t what off put him. It was the demented look in your eyes and the lopsided grin overwhelming your face. You were practically begging him to insult you again.

“It feels soooo good when you call me names!” you giggle, fingers squeezing into his neck. “Maybe you can choke me next?!” Your eyes were excited at the sadistic thought. 

He shoves you off rather easily after he gets over his initial surprise, rubbing his neck. “Crazy bitch…”

The fact that he didn’t ignite your crazy ass on the spot means you’d gained his respect, if in the slightest. Clearly you’re a better fit to be a villain than he thought. He still picks on you, but significantly less.

Himiko Toga:

She was excited to have another girl! She flocked straight to you and grabbed your sleeve right away!

“Aiiya! You’re so cute, look at you!” She poked your cheeks and you got a little flustered under the attention. She thinks you’re so shy and adorable!!!!

She makes it her mission to become your bestest best friend! But she can’t help but get a little excited from time to time.

“(Y/n), you’re too cute! Please, can I cut you up!? Just a few slices here and there! You’d look ten times cuter if I do!” And she’s grinning.

Her grin completely falters, however, when you agree. “W-What?” she didn’t expect it at all! She was used to getting brushed off.

But no...the crazed look in your eye at the mention of spilled blood… you were practically dripping with insanity. 

Kurogiri stopped the both of you before you both had the chance to completely slice each other up, but from that moment on your were pretty much conjoined at the hip.

Crazy cuties flock together

Spinner:

When a cute, shy thing like yourself joined the League, he was a total flustered mess! You were absolutely adorable!

Like Kurogiri, you were a breath of fresh air, a nice change of pace to the usually colorful bunch that he got to hang around with.

You were nice to him, and he always gets embarrassed when you compliment him! So naturally he assumes that you’re the sweetheart of the bunch! 

You’re talking, and finally Spinner outright asks you, “How’d you even get roped into villainy?” because it blows his mind such a normie like you are in the League

And, very casually and chipper, you describe how you murdered your family in cold blood. They hadn’t even done anything to upset you. You just wanted to. 

“O-Oh.” He honestly didn’t know what to say...but he didn’t really get a chance to speak as you suddenly pull a necklace out from under your shirt. It was a strange looking thing, a shriveled black lump on a string. 

“Look! I even carry a piece of them around with me!” His eyes widen, and you just giggle and tuck the petrified piece of corpse jewelry back into your shirt. 

Twice:

Needless to say, Twice had some mixed feelings about you when you first joined the League.

“What the hell is such a prude bitch doing in the League?” “Aww how cute! Finally a fresh face! Happy to meet you!” 

He’s honestly probably the first to realize you’re absolutely batshit because he’s always half doubting your sincerity

Let’s just say he isn’t surprised when you’re on a mission and you start gnawing and eating at a fresh corpse on the ground

“Wow, that’s fucking bad ass” “Ew!!! That’s disgusting, what the fuck!” 

And hearing his voices go back and forth, you just look up, blood smeared across your face, a strange gleam in your eye and you grin!

“Hahaha! Twice, you always say the funniest things!!!”

After the mission he tries to avoid you as much as he can. Though your quirk and tenacity was something the League definitely benefited from, that didn’t mean he wanted to be anywhere near you after the shit he saw that night

You were fucking wild

Mr. Compress

After Shigaraki let you into the League, he was pretty interested in you. You seemed pretty average and you acted like a timid civilian, so what kind of quirk did you have? Surely something must have caught Tomura’s eye that he wasn’t seeing.

So he, being the man of charisma and mystery that he was, made it his secret motive to find out what you were hiding. 

He took it upon himself to show you around the hideout as your own personal guide. Not that you were complaining! Compress is so flashy and entertaining that you were actually enjoying your time with him.

Not gonna lie, he was acting a little too charming and over-confident with you, trying to get you to slip up and spill a secret

And spill you did! Though not intentionally. It sort of all happened at once. Compress was moving ahead of you and all of a sudden he was thrown back against the wall.

He hits it with a grunt and slides down to the floor, looking up at you with a stunned expression. What the fuck did he do to merit that?!

But you weren’t even looking at him. No, you were whispering under your breath, staring at the ceiling and grinning like a madman. 

“You’re right! That was fun!” you spoke to the empty room, pausing a moment before letting out a loud, crazy laugh. “You always were good at jokes!” 

Slowly he rose and moved away from the room where you stood conversing with your imaginary voices. 

Telekinesis was a pretty powerful quirk! Though it seemed your perks also came with some hefty flaws… very interesting!

Magne: 

Magne was so excited to have another girl in the League! She loved Toga, of course, but at times Magne found her to be a bit...much 

So when you first arrived, seemingly normal, she was so ecstatic! She wanted to do all sorts of girl things with you that she couldn’t really do often in the boy-dominated League

You were so cute and timid, she couldn’t help but want to have a girl’s sleepover with you and Toga!

Your true colors started to show, however, during the middle of a truth or dare game. Magne had asked you what your favorite crime to commit was, expecting something calmer like robbery or identity theft 

Color her surprised when your face contorts into the craziest, most terrifying look as you narrate a violent murder and proceed to grab a pillow and rip it to shreds with your hands as a ‘demonstration’. 

Cute AND violently psycho. She can roll with that.

Adapted from Shiny Pink: Sissify Yourself BlogSpot

That’s Sasha and Kasumi. They ’re not your friends, it’s just that you work for Sasha’s father, Mr Wang. Sasha is a spoilt rich girl because of her father, while Kasumi is more of a trailer park Asian tramp. Sasha is best friends with her though and together they party like animals all the time. doing drugs and fucking like whoever, whenever. You’ve never liked either of them, you have even talked to Mr Wang about the need of his daughter to stay away of Kasumi and everything. He ignores you, you’re just a worker bee in his company, nothing to do with his precious Daughter. Both girls know about you, though they have never raised an issue, for them it has always been as if you don’t exist. A month ago you saw them at a bar close to work. You were with your friends, they were partying as always. One of your friends said a racist joke about them. Everybody laughed. and then another joke was made, and then another. Kasumi and Sasha heard you and your friends and they argued back. In fact, they wreaked havoc. Your friends became even more offensive. started calling them names like Asian sluts, cheap whores etc and you were caught in the middle of it. Sasha asked you to do something about your friends. Everybody stopped for a second waiting for your answer on this. You thought about it, but you couldn’t disappoint your friends. so instead of an answer you just made an offensive impression of the way they talk in China. It was an unforgettable moment for your friends. Sasha and Kasumi said nothing else. they just left. humiliated. you remember your friends keep telling them nasty stuff as they were leaving… Two weeks later something terrible happened. It was Friday night and you were at the same bar. This time you were alone, waiting for a friend. That’s when you saw Sasha and Kasumi, right next to you. It was sudden, you just smiled politely; they seemed pretty OK despite what had happened the last time. They even bought you a drink, said it was their way to make peace. You smiled again. That’s the last thing you remember from that day…

Two days later you woke up in a bed. You had no idea where. They heard you screaming so they came in. You were up looking at yourself in a mirror. There was no body hair on you whatsoever. but that wasn’t everything. Most parts of your body were covered in tattoo, and not just any tattoos. You had little fairies and stars and butterflies and rainbows painted right above your cock! You had pink fairy wings inked on your back and a tribal tramp stamp right above your ass, but that wasn’t the worst part either! You had weird symbols inked all over you; Asian symbols. You had 2 anime girls on your feet and all kinds of Chinese letters on the rest of your body. If anyone saw you now, they would say you’re some kind of a fucked up gay boi with a fetish for anything Asian or something, you even had a tiny Chinese flag on your heart! They both giggled so much at you. They started explaining the meaning of those letters. You found out you had “Sasha” typed on the one arm and “Kasumi” on the other. you had “ASIAN PRINCESS” on your waist and “ASIAN POWER” on your ribcage. Finally, you had “GAY” on the left butt cheek and “PRIDE” on the other. you even found out you now had a belly button ring with some Asian symbol charms. You wanted to kill those girls, you wanted this madness to end. You wanted it to be a fucked up dream and nothing more. but unfortunately it wasn’t. You were there, handcuffed by some Asian whores, tattooed like some sick gay slut. Sasha was smiling, asking if you had finished admiring their work.  Then she told you to sit down and shut up and listen how it’s gonna be from now on… “You think I’m stupid? You think i don’t know about you? You think you could go on telling those fuckin shit about me forever? hah?? Well, i got news for ya! Listen…” “In order to keep your pathetic little life, you have to pay the price, which means doing what we say. Firstly you will keep the tattoos and the piercing, never trying to go anywhere to get them removed, and not only this but whenever me or Kasumi think of adding something we like on you, you will have to go get it put it all by yourself. So, you can say whatever the fuck you want about to anyone about your tats, but if i want to put "Asian Fuckdoll” in your face, you’re gonna go to a tattoo parlour and ask for it! Understood? Anyway, we decided not to be so harsh on you, for now, so at the moment all your tattoos can be covered by your clothes. We want you to keep your life after all. but if you ever do anything to upset us, your first butterfly will be inked on your neck! OK? Next,  as from this Monday, you will officially be our friend. which means no more shit about us anymore. OK? i don’t care what the fuck you’re gonna say to your filthy friends about your change, but YOU will never show any kind of disrespect to us or any of our friends. OK? And if a fight or some shit emerges, you’ll know which side to pick now. right? And i don’t care if it’s between us or your fuckin family we’re talkin about!! You’ll be OUR BITCH!! Thirdly, you will go out with us once per week and watch out, fucker. Since most times it’s just gonna be us girls maybe a few of our bff’s, you will NEVER hit on any of us! So, don’t think even for a sec about fucking us or our friends or anything! OK? You ’ll be with us just because it’s “fun”!  And if any of us ever tries to hit on you, you will reject her immediately. in fact, you’ll have to make sure that none of us hits on you, because for every friend of ours that hits on you, we will add a gay thing to you to do. so, keep your distance and be sure that you be a good friend, because you don’t want to strut around like Beyonce! OK? Also, again as from Monday you’ll have an official girlfriend. Kasumi!! OK? i’m sure your friends wouldn’t see it coming, but you’ll make up some shit about her to say to them. And she’s not gonna be just any girlfriend. You’ll act like crazy about her. You’ll talk about her as if she’s the woman of your dreams. You’ll never get to touch her though, so you’ll have to be careful with the lies that you’ll say about my friend. she has to come up as the one who pulls the strings. OK? Two more things. First, for you to constantly remember your place and never even think about yourself as being better than us, once per week you will have to suck a guy and let him cum wherever he wants on you. and don’t worry, since you’re new to this and you don’t know all the gay spots and how to find a man, we will guide you on this. We don’t care if you want it to be quick or anything. It can be however you want. what matters here is that you have a different man cum on your face, every week. If everything goes OK, in a year from now you’ll have tasted 52 different guys, in 2 years 104, in 3 years 156, and then we’ll be in a place to talk about us being sluts or not. As for privacy, again it’s up to you. We can be nice and keep it a secret and Kasumi can always be your alibi. As i told you. we don’t want you to ruin your life. you just have to pay. After all, i’m sure that after the first few guys, you ’re gonna be OK with it. It’s gonna be more like a weekly thing that has to be done, you know? Kinda like paying a bill or something. no one has to know anything. I’m sure in time you’ll see how much it’s NOT a big deal! and then you’ll know how wrong you were about us… And secondly, as from this Monday, you will start learning Chinese… i know it’s hard, baby, but think of the bright side: you can talk more with us cuties! You know, Kasumi said, like, she wanted to see your friends’ faces as she goes to your office and you start talking to each other in her native language. I know it’s bad, honey, but as from this Monday and i guess for the rest of your life, you’re gonna start taking Chinese lessons. I’m sure it’s gonna help you get more in touch with our beautiful culture anyway and I’m telling you: you’re gonna love it! We’ll even talk chinese when we go out so that we help you! Don’t worry, we’ll tell everybody your great grandmother was Asian and you want to keep your roots alive! OK?

She gave you one more week to decide.  Now you have to choose… will you be keeping your social status intact  and lose any kind of self respect and dignity from your old friends, becoming a puppet in the hands of a bunch of Asian sluts? Or do you rebel and fight for your independence and pride against a couple of psycho girls who will try to ruin you? Do you take the deal?