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strawberrystepmom · 8 months

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nsfw - mdni. cw pregnancy mention but only as a joke (calls reader a MILF), marriage discussion. f!reader (has breasts, is refers to with feminine terms), gojo and reader are in a “semi established” relationship aka idiots in love. self ship coded. wc 1.1k

“Do you really think right now is the time for this discussion, Satoru?”

Your knees are pulled to your chest to make room for your almost comically oversized boyfriend in your apartments’ barely big enough for one bathtub. He’s all limbs and broad shoulders and big arms and the sight, while delectable, makes you feel annoyed as you try to soak away what remains of your own post-mission injuries.

There’s a laceration on your right elbow, a blooming bruise on the opposite bicep, a slash on your thigh. The worst of it was handled back at the school thanks to Shoko but you refused further treatment, knowing a nice soak and rest would fix you up. Gojo showed up unexpectedly as soon as he heard you’d been roughed up today, holding your hand reassuringly the entire time.

You should have known better that his offer to take you home and immediately leave was not as listed on the label. He entered your apartment, kicked off his shoes, and followed you straight to the bathroom without a single word. It’s how you ended up here.

“No time like the present if you ask me. Every other time I’ve asked you’ve said "let's talk about it later” and now it’s later.”

Sighing, you listen to the gentle slosh of the warm water over the lip of the tub as he slides in behind you. Two long legs frame your body and you lean back against him, back pressed to his chest while he reaches around and cups each of your goosebump prickled breasts and squeezes them playfully.

“You’re asking me to marry you while squeezing my tits and making honking noises? Am I getting that right?”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, yes.”

He chuckles and kisses your jaw, right beneath your ear. It’s his favorite spot, so unassuming yet so intimate. He knows you dab a little perfume there to give him something to look forward to and despite the stress and soil of the day, he sniffs hard and presses an additional kiss.

You reward him with a giggle and he leans over the top of your head, wrapping himself around you and gently running his fingers along the little reminders of how rough today was on you.

It motivates him to press his question even further.

“We don’t have to get married tomorrow, you know. We’ve been at this for long enough that we can wait but it’s time, babe.”

You want to understand his thinking but continually come up short, wondering why he wants something so permanent all of a sudden. Maybe it’s getting older, maybe it’s wanting to have someone to come home to that is more than his semi live-in girlfriend. So without thinking too deeply about it, you ask.

“This isn’t a no or anything so don’t immediately jump there,” you rush to clarify before speaking what’s on your mind lest he get the wrong idea. “But why? Why now?”

The answers are so clear to Satoru that he doesn’t have to think about them for a moment more, instead rubbing his thumb gently around the blue outline of the bruise on your arm.

“I could ask you the same. Why not? Why are you so convinced marrying me would be bad?”

Marriage used to be something he considered would be a burden. Love seemed like the least likely reason he’d marry, perhaps instead marrying reluctantly one day for the sake of his clan or to have kids or something. It never had romantic connotations until the day he realized he wanted to marry you.

Three years ago, a night not that dissimilar to the one the two of you are currently sharing, the realization hit him like a speeding train he couldn’t avoid. It was a culmination of nearly ten years worth of feelings, sure, but he knew as sure as he knew his own heart that you were it. The One, as they say.

Your injuries that night were worse than these ones and Shoko privately shared her concerns with him that your left arm would never fully recover from where it was snapped clean above the elbow. She did everything she could to heal it and you were confined to a sling for several weeks.

He was all too eager to come and take care of you, a little taste of what waking up and falling asleep next to you every day was enough to easily confirm you were it. You are it, still, years later and many long nights and early mornings since. Your grumpy mornings, your lazy afternoons, your evenings spent counting the stars twinkling lazily above your heads on the little adjoining balcony you spent most of your time on.

He was already in love with you, hanging on your every word and vying for every piece of attention you’d give him, but he knew that the rest of his life would be senseless if he couldn’t spend it by your side. Seeing you be so fallible, so painfully human and fragile, terrified him but it motivated him just as much.

Here he sits, still motivated to make you his forever, and he says he isn’t a romantic.

Scoffing, you turn your head to look up at him and gauge how he’s feeling. His face is impassive, brow raised, and suddenly you feel guilty for making him think the reason you’re apprehensive about marriage is him. It isn’t him, it never has been. It’s you.

“Marrying you would be the best thing to ever happen to me, Satoru but I don’t think it would be the best thing to ever happen to you.”

Now it’s his turn to scoff incredulously, pulling your head against his chest so he can rest his chin on top of it. The water sloshes even more and you shift, trying to avoid the friction from your half damp skin against his but there’s no use. He’ll take a little pain if it means he gets to have you this close.

“I know it would be the best thing to happen to me. Ever. In all my life.”

You laugh, shaking your head and wincing as you bend your elbow and the soreness catches up with you. He moves to cradle your arm gently in one of his palms, using the other to keep your cheek pressed to his chest.

“I’m afraid you’ve finally convinced me,” you whisper and he laughs. You wince again as he shifts and drags you with him, water splashing over the edge of the tub while he situates you in his lap facing him the best that he can. Your chest presses against his and you’re face to face, his eyes searching you for any trace of second thoughts.

“You mean it?”

You cup his cheeks in your palms and nod, a coy smile breaking into a grin to mirror his own as he pulls your left hand away from his face and pulls it to his mouth to kiss the back of your ring finger.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’d be honored to be your wife even if I think you’re setting yourself up for a lifetime of disappointment.”

Dropping your hand, he slides his arms around your torso and picks you up squealing and thrashing while water drips off of your bodies and back into the tub below. It’s a distraction tactic, of course, to keep you from delving any further into your own fears and doubts, but a man will do what a man must to make his fiancé smile.

“I think I’m setting myself up for a lifetime of laughing and great food and watching you turn into a MILF.”

Snorting, you swat his chest playfully with one hand and reach for the towels on the rack next to you with the other. You dry his hair first, giggling with each funny face he makes until you finish and wrap the towel around his shoulders.

“Are you threatening to turn me into a MILF, sir?”

The blood rushes from his head further downward as he pictures the insinuation you’re making and he smiles devilishly.

“If that’s what you want, consider it a promise.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoken #kendall writes #I have no excuse this is pure self indulgence #cw pregnancy mention #cw marriage

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dona-draws · 10 days

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🍀The Apothecary Diaries-Maomao🍀

🍀Hey guys, it’s been awhile. This is kind of random, but I have been obsessed with this anime/manga!! I love Maomao as a character, especially her cat persona, it felt relatable for me lol( also it seems I have a type *cough* cat ears *cough*😂😂😂)

🍀What I loved about the anime were the whole mysteries, plot twists and how realistic the mc acts according to when these events are taking place. She isn’t trying to change the discrimination and the misbalance in power and basic rights between the different classes, she tried to avoid grabbing attention in order to survive but her curious nature and her wish to help people makes her fall deeper into the politics of the imperial life. I recommend to either watch the anime or the manga, it is a fun experience.

🍀I do have other ideas and I want to draw more from this anime! For now tho, my main focus will be to get something done for Nova’s birthday on 29th of April (same as my birthday so I wouldn’t forget it lol).

🍀For those of you who are wondering if I will start posting the LL comic, unfortunately that will have to wait. I have been busy irl and experienced my first proper burnout from art. Just started drawing again at the start of this month. I was getting frustrated with my art and how stuck I felt, which caused my burnout and also working for the comic felt more like a chore. So I started doing some figure drawings and drawing other characters I like or left an impression on me. I hope to come back with posting the LL comic during late summer at least, but no promises this time. My main focus is to learn and have fun with art this year, instead of following the 2024 goals I had in mind(which I failed following immediately lol).

🍀Either way, I hope you guys will still support me. I missed you and appreciate whoever is still sticking around. Thank you💕

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zyonsay · 4 months

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hi z!!

could you please do a lando request??

the reader is afab and they’re pronouns are they/he and maybe he (the reader) is just having a bad day because, first of all they just woke up in a crappy mood because they’re feeling dysphoric (and i know i get cranky like hell when this happens) and then they see hate comments like purposely misgendering the reader in lando’s comment section!!

and then lando both kinda goes off on twitter about it, while comforting reader just talking about how he’s the best boyfriend/partner

(that’s all i have take it from here😭😭)

btw you’re one of the few writers that i know off that do male!readers

OH and i saw how it said to say if the afab/amab is a big thing, so YES him being a afab is a big deal to the story!!

LOVE YOU POOKIE💗💗

Love you, no matter what LN4

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Dysphoria sucks ass

Warnings: Queerphobia, Slurs: Tr@nny/f@g

Now playing: 'Blonde Chaya sped up' by Amaru & Gringo Bamba

AN: Hey there pookie! Thank you so much for this request!! I also get cranky asf when im dysphoric. ok well admittedly, im always cranky . But anyways! I made some teeny tiny changes and i hope that's alright! Love you!

Fun Fact of the day: My biology teacher is a skinwalker

(i'll rage if there isn't a brit shaped present under the tree by the 24th)

A loud, irritated groan left your figure as you fought with nothing in particular. That was a lie. You fought with yourself right now.

The t shirt clung to your figure because of the cold sweat you woke up in and your hair was an absolute mess. The spot next to you on the bed was empty, you knew that your most loved one was probably on a stream.

Scrambling from the bed you passed the long mirror on the bedroom wall; another irritated huff left you. That feeling of being trapped in the wrong body snaked up your leg and pierced you right in your heart. Maybe a cup of hot tea or coffee will cheer you up.

You passed the office, hearing a loud groan from withing, followed by your boyfriend’s voice, explaining how unfair it was for him to get shot ten seconds after joining the game.

The water boiler hummed loudly as you sat on the barstool by the kitchen island, slumped over like a sad little bag of potatoes. You also felt like one. Yet another groan erupted from the office, making you think of something. Quickly fetching your phone from the pockets of your shorts, you opened Whatsapp and sent Lando a quick text. It was almost comical how you could hear him talk to his audience about you.

“My lovely boyfriend just asked if I wanted some tea!”, he giggled like a giddy child. Brits and their tea. He sent you a text back, telling you he’ll be in the kitchen in a few minutes, he just wanted to wrap the stream up.

Then his eyes landed on a username consisting of various numbers and letters. ‘Ew bro, you still dating that f@g? Thought u moved on lolz’ The blood in his veins froze and he felt the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. Another one popped up, this time from a different viewer. ‘OMG WAIT is it that Tr@nny he once showed lmao, Lan you can do better smh’ And with that a stream of vile words erupted as the strangers on the other side of the screen began vomiting senseless hate. ‘No fucking way. I bet y’all a million bucks that I’d be a less embarrassing wag lol’

What he had missed in this mess of hate comments was that ‘y/n.02’ had joined the stream and saw the hateful words through teary eyes. You clutched your phone with a desperate grip as you sobbed.

“Y’all need to fucking grow up and accept it. I love my boyfriend.” was all he said before swiftly clicking ‘end stream’ and rushing out of the office. He found you with glistening tears streaming down your face and a red, sniffling nose. Immediately, Lando threw his arms around you, pulling you up from the barstool and into a tight hug. “Don’t listen to them darling”, his voice was sweet and almost as quiet as the breath you let out after that. His T shirt was soaked with your tears, but he couldn’t care less. “I love you so fucking much. And nothing can change that. You’re the best damn thing that happened to me.”, his big, gentle hands rubbed your back and traced patterns over your t shirt.

Lando pulled away and looked you intently in the eyes. He closed the distance between you two and embraced you in a sweet, loving kiss.

“Let’s drink some tea baby.”, Brits and their fucking tea.

#I hate men (romantically)#i need him biblically #gay #male reader #f1 x male reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #gn reader #reader insert #x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 fic #f1 imagine #afab reader #ZyonsRequests

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siren-serenity · 4 months

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hi siren!! can i request a reader that spoils deuce whenever he enters the cafe? like as soon as he comes yuu is giving him heavily discounted food or "complementary snacks"!! just a reader whos incredibly sweet and nice but just to deuce?

↳ *TITLE: PERSONAL BIAS FOR YOU!* ༉‧₊˚✧

↳ *READER X DEUCE SPACE!* ༉‧₊˚✧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ omg this is so cute alkjlkjdsjldfsa. i just love the idea of the first year gang staring/gasping at deuce as the reader gives him so much obvious bias LMAO

↳ *𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘚!* ༉‧₊˚✧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Taglist: @krenenbaker, @moonlitnyx, @azulashengrottospiano. @eynnwwyjth, @parad-ice-lostandfound, @officialdaydreamer00, @leonistic, @plutosring, @starsilluminateourgalaxy, @aceofsweets, @rav--en, @dowdos, @deathkat657, @escha-evenstar, @toffeeeez, @dearest-siblingtwst, @biromanticboba, @savanaclaw1996, @candlewitch-cryptic, @lowenergyallday

please reblog or dm if you wish to be tagged!!

"Come on, Deuce!" Ace whined, dragging his best friend to Cafe Amor. Deuce Spade rolled his eyes but trudged behind him for the nth time. Their other friends, including Jack, Ortho, Epel, and a slightly reluctant Sebek, followed behind.

Deuce let a small swear tear from his throat as he stumbled. "Shit!"

"No swearing!" Ortho's cute voice piped up. Epel snickered.

"Oh my Sevens- can you hurry up, Juice?" Ace laughed as Deuce flipped him a sneaky middle finger. "I wanna get free stuff from Cafe Amor! Or should I say...from Y/N?"

Deuce's cheeks flushed bright red as he attempted to form coherent sentences but failed. The 'First Year Gang' watched with amusement as splutters and half-formed excuses made their way out of his mouth only for him to choke on his words. The paleness of his skin made his blush stand out more obviously.

"W-What? Come on Ace, what are you talking about now?" Deuce scoffed but the stutter in his sentence gave way to his flustered feelings immediately.

Ortho spoke up and his blunt way of speaking was enough to rouse laughter.

"You have a blush! According to science, this indicates the person has feelings for the mentioned person! You have a crush on Y/N, Deuce."

The bell chimed over their heads as they walked into Cafe Amor. Deuce's loud stutters drew a couple of students' attention.

"Ortho, can you please say that softer so Y/N can't hear?!" He whisper-shouted, gesturing wildly. Ace slung an arm over his shoulder, practically cackling.

"Aww is Juicy-Deucey getting shy?" He teased, narrowly dodging a punch to his face. "Sevens- not the face!"

"Shut up!"

"Erm- hi?" You spoke, waving your hand awkwardly. Deuce and Ace froze comically; the spade-eyed boy had Ace's shirt bundled up in his fist while Ace's arm was frozen over Deuce's head. "Are you all ready to order?"

"I'll have the apple pie," Epel piped up. "Sebek and Jack wanna try the mango smoothie and Ortho..."

He trailed off, staring at Ortho with a questioning look in his eyes. "Uhh, Ortho, how do you eat?"

The robot boy shrugged. "I don't eat, I analyze the food to understand it's flavor! I'll just see what everyone eats."

Epel nodded. Deuce and Ace let go of one another, clearing their throats, although a bright blush remained on Deuce's face. Sevens- how could he let himself be all wild-like and feral in front of Y/N? Who knows what they might think of him after this...

"I'll have a cherry tart and Deuce wants the egg tart," Ace spoke before leaning in with a glint in his eyes. "But....can the tarts be free? You know, asking from one friend to another."

You laughed as your fingers typed in their orders. "Can't do that, and you know it, Ace."

"Come on! We all know that you always give Deuce an extra tart or two, even though he didn't order it!" Ace whined. "Please, Y/N? We're your best friends, right?"

Deuce smacked Ace's head. "No means no, Ace! Good Sevens..."

Melody took over the counter as Y/N left to go get ready their food. She chuckled at the sight of them, red and blue eyes twinkling.

"Flustering Deuce again?" She shook her head in mock disapproval although anybody could see the glee in her eyes. "For shame guys, for shame."

"And done!" Your cheery voice piped up as you set down their take-away bag. The scent was delicious and the first years were practically drooling. "Thank you for choosing to eat at Cafe Amor!"

"Thanks, Y/N," Deuce gave you a smile as he took the heavy bag from you. Your fingers brushed against each other and he could feel a spark down his spine from just milliseconds of contact. From the blush on your face, it seems that you felt it too. "F-For the food!"

You covered your face with one hand before using the other to shoo them away. "B-Bye guys! See you in class!"

Before Deuce could make a further fool of himself, Jack took pity and dragged him out of Cafe Amor.

"Goodbye Y/N!"

"See you in History, Y/N!"

"GOODBYE HUMAN! THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!!"

"Bye!"

"Damn Deuce!" Ace threw an arm over Deuce's shoulders, poking his blush with a Cheshire grin on his face. "You're down bad for them!"

Ortho's voice made his blush grow even darker.

"I sense there's more than one egg tart in the bag! It seems that Y/N has given us another free treat!"

Ace and Epel exchanged a grin. "Yeah I wonder why..."

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT! ACE, YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO RUN!"

"SHIT!"

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #battle of the restaurants #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #twst x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

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circle-with-me · 2 months

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‘tis the damn season - part 5

Pairing: Will Ramos x OFC (Gen/Viv/Vivvy)

Content Warning/Tags: 18+ MDNI!!! nightmares, psychological abuse, verbal abuse, implications of physical abuse, menacing/threatening behavior, toxic relationship with parent (father), mentions of death, mentions of car wrecks, mentions of alcoholism, panic attacks, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie.

First part of this may be rough for some but after that is pure FLUFF I swear! Tooth rotting. They’re adorable, I love them so much.

Word Count: 3k

tag list: @concretenoah @deathblacksmoke @sitkowski @bngurngheart @malice-ov-mercy @witchyweeb34 @lyschko666 @cookiesupplier @lilrubles @meekahy @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sammyjoeee @collective-heartbreak @agravemisstake @catharsis-in-darkness @0fth34byss

Authors note: PLEASE PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU READ THIS PART!

There is a nightmare scene that can be pretty rough for some and I want to make sure everyone is prepared. You do not have to read that part to know that is going on with the rest of the story so I have divided it up so you can scroll through it. The scene is in italics. Once you reach the snowflake divider you’ve made it to the rest of the story. Love you guys and thanks as always for reading my thing ♥️

thank you to @deathblacksmoke and @concretenoah for being the best beta readers/listening to me go on about this fic incessantly. They’re my biggest helpers and supporters and I wouldn’t know what to do without them 🤍

warning divider by @cafekitsune, snowflake divider by @saradika-graphics, t. swift lyrics dividers by yours truly

“Genevieve! Get down here NOW!”

She stiffens at her father’s booming voice calling for her downstairs. Even with her door closed it sounded as if he was right next to her. Gen sits at the edge of her bed, dreading what would happen next. He would become angrier the longer she made him wait but fear kept her frozen.

“GENEVIEVE!” The voice boomed again. “Don’t make me come up there!”

She whimpers at the threat, knowing if she doesn’t get up immediately he’ll make good on it. Wiping the tears from her cheeks she gets up and opens her door, padding down the hallway to the staircase.

Gen stands at the top of the stairs and peers over in an attempt to catch a glimpse of him. She hears noises from the kitchen, shuffling around followed by shattering glass and a string of curses. He’s drunk, but what else is new?

“God dammit Genevieve, you don’t fucking li-” She jumps as his large frame stampedes out of the kitchen and to the bottom of the stairs. He halts when he sees her, the fury in his eyes turning to annoyance. He grips the railing, taking a step up.

“Mija, why did I get a call from school today telling me you’ve been skipping class?”

Gen feels her heart start to race.

“Daddy, I-I..” She stammers, tears welling up in her eyes. “I only skipped class once so I could..”

He slams his fist against the railing and Gen freezes in place, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort.

“Don’t lie to me, bitch.” He spits.

“I’m not lying to you, daddy! I promise. It was just one time! I wanted..”

He takes another step up.

“What the fuck is so important that you had to skip class for, huh?”

Gen whimpers, she knew he’d be furious to find out the truth but if she lied it would be ten times worse. She doesn’t even look up when she speaks.

“Tomorrow is Will’s birthday and I wanted to get him something special. He likes manga and the only place that sells it around here closes early. So, I left before the last period started so I could get there on time.”

“You skipped school to buy that stupid boy a comic book?” Gabriel sneers, narrowing his eyes at his daughter.

“Daddy, he’s not..”

“And whose fucking money did you buy that with?”

“Mine.” She sniffles. “Mrs. Hart has been having some trouble getting around so she asked me to help her with some housework. I told her not to but she insisted on paying me.”

He barks a laugh but there’s no humor behind it. In fact, it’s so cold it makes Gen’s skin crawl.

“Always taking advantage of people. What would your mother think of you?” Gen winces. He loves to use her mother against her. “I bet you went over to the neighbors begging for money. Just like when you cry to Will about how terrible I treat you.”

Gabriel ascends the step once more, taking two steps this time.

“Maybe I wouldn’t drink all the time or be so ‘terrible’ if I had a better daughter. Did you think of that? I lost my wife and I get to look at her spitting image every single day. You will never be half the woman she was… It should have been you that died in that wreck.”

If he had said that a year ago, his statement would have devastated her. She reasons that in some way it probably still does, but her bitterness and hatred for the man she calls her father usurps that feeling.

Gen looks in his eyes— eyes that have been lifeless and cold for years. She knew the risks, the consequences, the days of recovery ahead of her but she didn’t care. If he was going to sink that low then so was she.

“No, daddy. You can blame your drinking on me if you want to but you had a problem long before mom died. If you weren't such a drunk that wreck never would have happened. It should have been you that died.”

Gabriel’s lips curl in anger, a snarl coming from his chest. “You little fucking bitch!” He bounds up the stairs towards her, reaching out to grab her and—

Gen’s eyes fly open and she pants looking around the room. Her vision is so blurry she can barely see anything and it doesn’t help her racing heart. She lays her head back against the pillow, trying to slow her breathing.

“It was just a bad dream. It’s over. Breathe.” She whispers to herself. After a few minutes, she opens her eyes, her vision much clearer. She feels something shift slightly next to her and she looks over.

Beside her, as far away from her as he possibly could be, was Will. His brown eyes stare at her like she’s a wounded puppy and he wants to rescue her. From day one, he was always her protector, but he had witnessed enough nightmares to know he needed to stay away until the coast was clear.

Gen smiles meekly at him, body still trembling and tears falling freely. She stretches her arm out towards him. He was so far away from her that her fingertips barely brush his chest.

A strangled “baby” is all she can get out but that’s good enough for Will. He envelops her in his arms, pulling her into his chest, softly kissing her face. She sobs into his arms while he rubs her back, soothing her with sweet words.

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispers.

Will doesn’t need her to tell him what happened. The whines and cries in her sleep were enough. He remembers all of the sleepless nights for both of them, navigating through the nightmares and trauma plaguing her. Will thinks about the years of nightmares she has had with no one to comfort her like he is now and his heart aches.

Gen clutches onto him, burying herself deeper into his chest, gasping sobs wracking her body. Will holds her tightly, knowing it always gets worse before it gets better. He gently strokes her hair, crooning a song he’s done his best to forget in her ear.

“I look back to the one and only summertime

When my girl was the envy of every friend of mine

She slept safely in my arms

We were so young and invincible”

Will feels her shuddered breaths calm a little. The grip she has on him relaxes, her hands still shaking but lightly rubbing at his sides. He takes that as a hint to keep going.

“Closed lips

She was never one to kiss and tell

Those trips in the summer never went so well

Young love was such dumb love

Call it what you want

It was still enough”

Gen’s body continues to calm as he sings. He stops singing and hums as he takes a peek at her. He notices she’s not crying anymore and wipes the remaining tears from her face. She cracks an eye open and sniffles, hugging him even closer and nuzzling into his neck whining for him to continue. He smiles softly. There’s my girl. He thinks.

“And it's still out of my reach

And you're still

All of the things that I want in my life

How could I ask you to leave me?”

And we were just kids in love

The summer was full of mistakes

We wouldn't learn from

The first kiss stole the breath from my lips

Why did the last one tear us apart?”

His singing becomes quieter as he processes the lyrics. They were fifteen when they first heard this song. It came out the summer they started dating and it seemed perfect at the time. Will heard it first and declared it “their song” immediately. Gen had complained at first that the song was too sad but Will told her to focus on the sweet parts. He reassured her the sad verses would never apply to them.

Fourteen years later the realization that they not only do apply to them but almost mirror their situation perfectly was almost too much for Will to bear.

“We're falling down

Can we pick up the pieces?

We're at an all-time low

How do we get it back?

We're falling down”

The last few words come out a cracked and broken mess as tears stream down his face. He attempts to hide his pain from Gen but she hears it and can feel his heart pounding. She looks up at him, tears of her own returning, but the look in her eyes is no longer panic. Instead, it’s heartbreak, empathy, and longing.

Gen smiles at him, adjusting herself so that she can wrap her arms around his neck. She kisses him gently. It’s so gentle that he can barely feel it and he wants more but doesn’t want to rush her.

They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, their lips meeting with little intention besides soothing the other person. Will’s hands roam her back and sides, staying in neutral areas until she’s ready.

When Gen deepens the kiss, he lets her have control. He can feel that she needs more by the way she pulls at his neck and rubs herself against him. He smiles into the kiss and plays with the frayed ends of her shirt.

“Is this okay?” He breathes, rubbing his fingers only barely under the hem.

She nods and he slides his hand under her shirt, his thumb brushing her ribcage just under her breasts. She lifts her leg over his hip and pulls him in closer, moaning as she feels how hard he is against her. Will cups her breast in his hand while he grinds into her slowly, swallowing every moan she gives him.

“Turn around for me.” Will requests and she obliges, rotating in the opposite direction and making a point to place her ass right up against his crotch as she settles down. Will chuckles and grabs her hips, grinding into her hard. Gen giggles back at him, gasping softly.

“Are you ready for me, baby? Need you.” He says slipping a hand in her panties and running a finger through her slit. He curses at how wet she is and quickly shoves his boxers down, hiking her leg over his. He pushes her panties to the side and slips inside of her.

Will slides his other arm underneath her and wraps it around her chest, pressing his body as close to hers as he can get. He presses kiss after kiss on her face and neck, slowly dragging his cock in and out of her.

Gen reaches back to card her fingers through his curls, bringing their lips together. She whimpers against his mouth, begging him to go faster. Will increases his movements, the sound of her stuttered moans already forming a knot in his stomach.

“Touch yourself for me, Vivvy… please” Will pants into her neck. “Need to.. fuck, want you to finish with me.”

Gen snakes her hand down her stomach, circling her clit with the pads of her fingers. Will watches her from over her shoulder, squeezing her hip so hard he’ll be shocked if he doesn’t leave a mark.

“Will.” Gen cries, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. With every new thrust inside of her he can feel her getting closer. The muscles in her belly are tensing and her legs are beginning to shake. Will watches as she practically bounces on his cock chasing her release.

“I’m here, baby. Let go for me. I’ve got you.” He coos, feeling his own climax coming on quickly.

Gen stills in front of him, crying out his name, shaking and moaning. Will pulls her so close he can barely breath and continues thrusting until he spills deep inside of her.

For some time, neither of them move or say a word. Will curls around her, still holding her tightly while Gen places featherlight kisses to his fingers. Both actions, while truly sincere, have hidden meanings.

One of them is trying to keep the other as close as possible in fear of them retreating. While the other is remembering for the first time in years what it’s like to experience a safe place in the form of a person.

Gen feels the bed dip beside her and a warm hand runs up her arm. She makes a contented sound but keeps her eyes shut. Will removes his hand and replaces it with his lips, kissing up to her shoulder.

“Time to get up, sleepy head.” He hums.

Gen pulls the covers over her head groaning and he laughs, fighting to get them off of her.

“Viv, It’s almost 2:30. We’ve been sleeping all day!”

The vice grip Gen has on the comforter stays as Will hears her grumbling something underneath them.

“What’s that?” He says, tilting his head and putting his ear to the blanket. “I can’t hear you, you’re gonna have to whine louder!”

A hand reaches out of the comforter and pinches Will’s side and he yelps. A satisfied snicker comes from below the fabric barrier as her hand retreats but he’s quick to grab it.

Gen squeals as he rips the comforter off of her and grabs her other hand, pinning them above her head. He watches her as she giggles uncontrollably; She’s trying, but not really to remove herself from his grasp. He kisses her face repeatedly and he lets her remove her hands so she can wrap her arms around him.

“We need to get up, Vivvy.” Will says between pecks.

“Whyyyy?” Gen drags out, giving him her best pout.

“Well, for one.. we haven’t eaten all day which is just not acceptable. Especially for a lazy day. And two…” He stands up and walks over to the window and peeks through the blinds. “It’s snowing.”

Gen sits up on her elbows, a baffled expression on her face.

“And…?”

Will rolls his eyes.

“And.. If I recall correctly someone used to love playing in the snow. At least before she turned into a big grump.” He teases.

Gen’s eyes light up and she scrambles to the window. She looks out as Will holds the blinds open for her, noticing how much it snowed overnight. Gen estimated there were probably five to six inches outside. It was perfect for a fun day in the snow.

“Can we go outside now?” She asks, buzzing with excitement.

“Food first. Snow after.” He replies.

After they eat, Gen practically runs to get dressed, stealing clean clothes from Will’s dresser to layer with. Seeing her in his clothes, the way his sweatpants cling to her hips and accentuate her curves makes him short of breath.

He considers the option of pulling them off of her and bending her over the dresser she was standing at but he knew not to mess with a woman and her snow plans. Even if sex was involved. Besides, there was always afterwards.

Will decides it’s best to distract himself so he walks into the living room to finish getting ready. Gen follows him shortly after, grabbing her boots and putting them on.

Will zips up his puffer jacket and turns around, watching as Gen puts on her pathetic excuse for a coat. He stands and watches her for a moment, an amused expression on his face. When she looks up, she sees him and grins.

“What?”

“You spend a few years in L.A. and forget how to dress for the weather here.” Will snickers as he gets up and assesses her outfit. He shakes his head and tuts at her. “Unacceptable.” Gen sticks her tongue out and Will laughs as he walks to his closet.

He brings her his extra puffer and beanie, placing the hat on her head and letting her put the jacket on herself.

“At least you brought a scarf, you monster.” He teases, fixing it around her neck. “Can’t have my girl freezing out there.”

Gen feels her cheeks flush, surprised at how quickly she accepts it. Was there a point in fighting it though? She was his girl. That had never changed, no matter how long she tried to combat it. In the back of her mind, she’s reminded this is temporary, but she stubbornly pushes it away. For once, she’s going to let herself have what she wants.

Will zips the jacket up for her, adjusting the scarf and making sure she was nice and snug. “That’s much better.” He says as he leans in and kisses her nose. He wraps his arms around her waist and rubs his nose against hers, grinning as she giggles uncontrollably.

“Ready to go, baby?”

Gen peers around the corner of the tree she’s hiding around. Will stands a few feet away, his back facing her. She sneaks around the tree, as quietly as the crunch of the snow would allow and runs toward him, throwing the snowball in her hand at him and hitting his back.

“There you are!” Will yells, running after her. He gathers up snow, throwing it back at her while he chases her. Shrieks of laughter permeate the cold winter air as they sprint around like little kids. Will finally catches up to her and grabs her, pulling her down on top of him.

Gen pulls down the scarf around his face, covering his face with kisses, focusing specifically on his cold red nose. She doesn’t miss the quiet giggles he lets out between each peck. His arms squeeze her tightly against him and despite the 20° temperature, she feels warmer than ever.

Will removes his arms from her suddenly and she sulks. He beams at her, spreading his arms and legs out in the snow, attempting to move them in a sweeping motion.

“It’s very hard to make a snow angel when you’re on top of me.”

Gen scoffs and rolls off of him, landing on her back next to him.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever complained about me being on top of you before.”

“First and only time, Vivvy.” He winks. “Now, are you gonna make one with me or is mine gonna sit here out in the snow all by itself?”

Gen and Will make their snow angels, and Will hops up to help her off the ground. They stand in front of them to assess their handiwork.

“Looks good to me. What do you think, babe?” He asks, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Perfect.” Gen responds, nuzzling into his chest. “Absolutely perfect.”

#will ramos #lorna shore #will ramos x ofc #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos fic #will ramos fanfic #will ramos smut #will ramos fluff #william ramos #willramos #ttds

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ccycloneblogging · 1 month

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I keep forgetting to ask my questions now is the present I guess-

Well 1, love your work! This AU is so cute and full of potential trauma it makes my mind flow with ideas... one of them being REALLY trauma heavy that has me in a vice grip rn...

So anyways- your post where you showed how in your AU catnap removed dogdays legs... were the murders of the hour in the same way? Because I just- Imagining Catnap dropping an anvil on some poor soul and them getting crushed slowly after the initial impact while catnap watches in apathy- has not left my mind. It's just Saw death traps at that point.

And about the whole "Going back to the cartoon" thing catnap wanted... would that not be suicide? A fully fledged, free thinking being going back to being with a world bound by a script and it's existence only continues if it's makers wish for it seem like killing yourself with extra steps. Again- this Au has so much Trauma potential I just HMMMMMMMMMMM-

And Oc's... well who do you want to hear about? I got a few lying around... well only 2 poppy playtime ones at the moment (and like one is kinda hard coded for another AU)... not to mention all the ones I have not drawn up yet that lie within my mind.

I would not mind another reason for William posting- but I'll let you choose!

Thanks, man! :D

You have no idea how much I've had to edit the scripts and drawings I make for the blog, because I go too dark too quickly for this toon AU.

I'm gonna go on a long ramble. Bear with me.

Like - there's this one script I still need to rewrite. But the premise is that Angel and DogDay are in Home Sweet Home, striking up a conversation - though Angel is injured.

Angel: ...Do you ever just... Stop? *[Angel eyes DD, as DD is in the process of sniffing like an actual dog, walking along the walls]* DD: What do you mean? *[He pauses to look at them, his tail wagging]* Angel: This. *[They gesture to his whole self, which causes him to finally fall on to the ground with a yip]* Angel: We're being hunted by a monster, close to death, and you're acting all... *Looney*. DD: That's what I do, Angel. I was brought here to make people feel happy. Safe. *[His tail begins to wag again as he makes his way to Angel]* Angel: Great. *[Unamused]* At least we'll die laughing. DD: You know, laughter is stronger than you'd think. *[A little "Uh-huh" from Angel.]* No matter how bad things get, you just have to laugh! Even if you feel like you've lost all hope, unsure about tomorrow... Not knowing what you did wrong, wondering how the world collapsed around you... *[DD grabs on to an ear, his smile turning more upsetting. The background getting darker. Maybe emphasize some of the in game model]* DD: Knowing that deep down, it's your fault for their deaths and already missing your chains because you deserve them --- *[He immediately switches back, sunshine and smiles]* DD: A laugh can chase away the gloom! Angel: *[Disturbed]* ...You want to talk about it, Pup?

So, they're all thoroughly traumatized, that's for sure!

I plan on drawing a comic that takes place during the Hour Of Joy, but yes. CatNap has killed some humans with falling anvils, endless pits, trapping them in repeating hallways until they go insane. Humans cannot survive the same punishment a toon takes, you know. >u>

But you know, he's not entirely heartless. Just angy. A poor lil meow meow

Oh, it's just CatNap being unable to cope, being ripped out of his comfort zone and never being able to adjust with the horrible things going on in Playcare. Though the Critters in this AU are not the same as the In-Game Bigger Bodies, there's still been human experiments. CatNap would much rather take scripts and limited freedom over what he was given... You are right though. That is one of the themes I wanted to try and hit with him. Especially if I follow through with an ending of Angel adopting the Critters. Then the aftermath of the trauma can really sink in.

My man, pal, friend.

I love OCs. The floor is yours. Send 'em in!

#thanks for stopping by the inbox!#CCyclone rambles #just thinking about some ideas I've had for this AU and I'm still debating on a lot of it.#Have some rough ideas as well. I actually have a good portion written out in story format

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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Girl! Hey! You beautiful sunshine! I have a idea and automatically you,yes you pop out in my mind cuz your writing is so *chef kiss* and i think you gonna like cuz its related to the first girlfriend headcanon.

Bear with me and hear me well.

Our precious Neon Leon,chilling with reader in a normal date but *dramatic music*

The ex

Reader's ex? No no no.

Leo's ex

Yeah i think you probably getting what i mean in here. I also headcanon that Leo has a bad tasty in men,so maybe this ex is kinda toxic? Making Leo feel uncomfortable remenbering what this ex have done but reader is not having it and break the shit out of him or sum cuz we must protect our blue boy 😌✊🏽💙

Hi Mitarashi! Thanks for waiting and I hope you feel like punching the lights out of his ex once you finish reading, because it means I did it right then. And remember guys, if someone tries to make you feel like you are less than you are, remove the asshole from your life immediately.

Hold my hand before I break his face

Pairing: Rise! Leo x Fem! reader

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Leo and you are getting ready for your date when his ex makes an appearance.

Can be read by itself but goes along with the headcanons of Leo with his first girlriend here.

Warnings: Toxic exes, insecurities, gaslighting, slight angst with a happy ending.

MASTERLIST

Friday was date night, Leo had decided a little after the beginning of your relationship, you'd dress up nicely, he'd meet you at your door, sometimes he'd bring flowers or candy and you both would fake a posh accent while at it before he portaled you to your destiny.

Wether the destiny was run of the mill pizza in the hidden city or the lair's couch to watch a movie, date nights were always special for the two of you.

The first of those dates that you had you worried that he was trying too hard to please you, always going above and beyond to do so.

You realized a while before you even started dating that Leo, as arrogant and confident as he seemed was secretly insecure and you didn't want him to feel that way in your relationship.

So you talked about it, and Leo seemed to relax with you, he was still romantic, it was natural to him, but he was perfectly fine with a date being just you and him cuddling while you did your own thing instead of trying hard to impress you, he was comfortable with you, he felt safe.

Today was mostly a lazy day, so you both were going to get pick up from run off the mill and then crash on his bed to read comics.

So you grabbed a long soft sweater that wouldn't itch when you cuddled and leggings, with fluffy socks under your sneakers.

Hearing his telltale knock at your door you smiled wide at seeing your boyfriend waiting there for you with a lazy smile and wearing a very familiar black hoodie.

You raised an eyebrow looking at him suspiciously "Is that my hoodie?" Leo scoffed feigning being offended.

"What? No greeting to your handsome boyfriend? No kiss? Just accusing me of stealing first thing." You snort, but he continues "This is just a generic hoodie I had in my closet, thanks."

You shook your head with a smile "Alright, alright, I'm sorry I doubted you my love, the mark of bleach on the left sleeve just looked a little familiar, of course you wouldn't just steal from me"

"But of course I wouldn't, but it's Okay, I forgive you" He sighs and you giggle before he sends a smile your way and pulls out one of his katanas.

"So, will this be the day you finally try the creepy supreme?" He asks while taking hold of your hand.

You squeeze the fingers in your grasp and grin at him "Not a chance."

His chuckle follows you both as he makes a portal and you step through it ending up at the front desk of the pizzeria.

Señor Hueso looks at both of you and rolls his eyes "Ah Pepino and his novia, given what you're wearing I'm hoping you'll be leaving soon?"

"Oh we'd love to stay Señor Hueso, I'm sure you'll miss us but alas! It's lazy night at the lair so two of your best pizzas señor! And another one for Donnie I guess" Leo ended dismissively before continuing with the order.

While he did so you looked around always fascinated by the different type of yokai around when you noticed a particular yokai walking your way.

The first thing you noticed was that he was tall and full of feathers, with red markings and a long beak, you remember reading about Tengu's, a japanese yokai that usually had a bird form, it seemed to fit his characteristics.

You were so busy trying to figure that out you didn't notice your boyfriend glancing up at the yokai and paling.

"Leo! I see you haven't changed a bit, still getting pizza every chance you get" The yokai grinned and Leo squeezed your hand.

"Yeah, well you haven't changed either Raku" The yokai rolled his eyes not losing the grin.

"So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" The yokai, Raku, you now knew, asked offering his hand to you "Sorry for his lack of manners, I'm Raku, Leo and I used to be very close"

You offered him your hand for a shake noticing how uncomfortable Leo seemed and disliking the way this guy spoke from the get go "He was probably surprised to see a familiar face" You told him your name and made sure to add "I'm Leo's girlfriend."

Raku seemed surprised looking between both of you with a funny grin "Girlfriend, really? I thought you were gay?" He directed at Leo who sported an uneasy smile up until that point, a frown starting to form on his face.

"I told you I was pan" He said and the tengu rolled his eyes.

"Just say you're bi Leo, I get it, you swing both ways" Leo's fake smile was disappearing and yours had already left quite a bit ago, you thought tengu were bird yokai, not rats.

You internally apologized to Splinter for that last thought, but got a little snarky "So, you are?"

"Leo never told you about me?" He asked "Ah well, we didn't end in the best terms but it's all passed, right Lee? I'm his ex-boyfriend."

You couldn't deny the bitter feeling as you heard that, not because you were jealous of this guy, but because just a couple minutes with him already gave you a glimpse of how he'd treated Leo during their relationship.

"Hm, really? No I hadn't heard of you at all" you answered with an innocent smile, reveling on how his faltered for a second.

"But enough of that, going back to the original topic" Raku changed the subject "You know, eating pizza all the time can't be good for a ninja Leo, and I'm sure I saw you get here via portal, 's not gonna help losing all those calories."

Leo winced but put on a mask of disinterest, before he could answer though Raku continued "Also, what's up with that ratty hoodie? You are going out like this? Gee, you really let yourself go once we ended our relationship."

You didn't care anymore, you were gonna snap "Actually that's my hoodie" You smiled "It was too big for me, but Leo fills it up just right with his muscles, it used to fit better but now I fear one day it's gonna snap from the biceps" You had never spoken like that, Leo gaped wide at you and Raku seemed to frown at your words.

A waiter arrived at that very moment with your three pizzas and Raku looked like they were proving a point "not gon' keep those muscles long like these, gee, are you both sharing them or...?"

"Oi, just back off Raku" Leo spoke placing an arm around your shoulders and Raku rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't be so dramatic Leo, I was just joking around."

You chuckled, your hand pulling your boyfriend closer by the waist as you leaned and looked up at the offending yokai in feigned amusement.

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out the kind of yokai you are, I think I finally did, with the way you spew out bullshit and how it reeks, you're an Akaname right?"

Raku blushed embarrassed and a couple chuckles could be heard from behind him, he glared at you and scoffed "Hope you enjoy sloppy seconds, ugh humans" with not much left to say he stormed off.

You still yelled "Did I mispronounce the name? Sorry Akaname-san!" a couple people turned to Raku with funny grins as he rushed his steps.

You sighed feeling Leo slouch slightly, relieved the interaction ended, taking the pizzas and paying you turned to prompt him into opening a portal.

He did and you both appeared on his room, it was quiet for a moment before Leo looked back at you.

He looked so vulnerable, so you left the pizza on his night stand and pulled him by the hand towards his bed, laying back on it with him on your side.

"Thank you" He spoke after a couple minutes, you traced shapes on his plastron with your fingers, looking up at him with an inquiring gaze, giving him the chance to search for the words he wanted "for standing up for me, for...making me feel safe" there was a second of hesitation before he continued "For making me feel like I'm enough."

"You are" you stated firmly "You're more than enough Leo, and nothing Raku said is true, those kind of assholes just want to make their partner insecure, want to steal their freedom from them, geez Leo, we were there for just a moment and he gaslighted you as soon as he could, you have terrible taste in men."

Leo leaned in and kissed your forehead softly, a small chuckle leaving his lips while his hand reached up to intertwine with yours over his plastron "I know, ever since we started dating you made that clear to me, with him I always felt like I had to try too hard, and you've been clear since the beginning that I just have to be me with you" he smiled.

You both stayed like that, sharing small kisses and reveling in the comfort of the other for a bit longer before he spoke again "But what was that thing you called him? Akaname?" He questioned curiously and you chuckled.

You grin was mischievous "It's a yokai that eats the filth and scum in bathrooms" Leo's laugh was really loud after that, holding his stomach as he did and making you laugh too.

"Gosh, I love you so much" He said with bright eyes and you kissed him, the words 'me too' unsaid but lingering in the air.

#rottmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rise! leo

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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Hi lovely! (I just realized I don't know your name or pronouns 😅) I hope you're having a great day.

So, I'm feeling a little messy and was wondering if you could write something a lil bit angsty with Joe and reader where one of them is jealous or gets a tiny bit possessive after someone flirted with the other at a party or any place you'd like.

Thank you for your stories, i love them ♥️

hiiiiiiii my pronouns are she/her and idk, call me bestie, or girl, or bitch if you're really excited (but only if you're excited, i wont allow it otherwise) thanks for your request! Wordcount: 2K

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Last Ones Standing

“Is everything all right?” your question was casual, hoping it wouldn’t sound as if you were scared there was something actually wrong. Logically there shouldn’t be, the party had been great fun, you’d seen and heard Joe laugh throughout most of it. But Joe was distant. Unusually so.

“Yea. Yea, ‘course it is,” his voice was so flat, it was almost comical to you. Your repressed smile didn’t help the situation at all.

“Okay... so it’s not. Talk to me.”

“Everything’s fine,” Joe had his eyebrows raised high, eyes on the set of keys his was swinging around by the keyring around his fingers.

You had felt it the moment you left the apartment of Joe’s friend and made your way to the lift. You pulled your hair out of your coat and straightened your scarf so it wouldn’t drag over the floor before jogging to Joe to fall into step with him, but when you reached for his hand, he was quick to use it to scratch at his chin, and then he’d slid it into his pocket.

You didn’t want to read into it. You’d both been drinking. It was late. Tired. But when the lift doors had closed, Joe had sighed deeply.

“Cool, okay. That’s perfect then. I love it when my boyfriend is fine.”

Joe was absolutely lying to you and you knew it, but you weren’t going to press it further if he didn’t want to spill what was on his mind. So you changed the subject.

“Ugh, my feet hurt a little... hey, did you hear what happened to-”

“I saw those eyes.” Joe interrupted you trying to recount the party. You looked at him, his jaw tense and eyes averting you.

“Eyes? Whose eyes?”

“Yours.” He nodded up at you, almost challenging you, but then stepped out of the lift immediately when the doors opened, leaving you to follow him like dog. If he was trying to piss you off, whatever he was doing was certainly doing the trick.

You sighed, groaned almost, annoyed at what Joe was doing.

“I’m sorry for bringing them, I’ll leave them on my bedside table the next time we go to a party together.”

The clicks of your heels echoed against the tall buildings, the two of you were the only people in the street. It was only a ten to fifteen minute walk to your apartment so you’d decided to just walk there, knowing it would sober you up a bit which should technically help your hangovers the next day. You regretted it now, not looking forward to keeping up with Joe’s quick pace in the shoes you were wearing, trying to talk him out of whatever mood he was in.

“Not necessary.” Joe said, turning his head to check it was safe to cross the street before doing so. Oh, Joe was mad mad. You couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t reached for your hand when he was about to cross a street with you, even if there weren’t any cars around.

“I won’t bring my girlfriend next time,” The comment felt like a stab in the chest.

“Can you please just tell me what the fuck I did wrong so I can apologize for it?” You couldn’t have said a thing more wrong, apparently.

“What do you expect of me?” Joe’s voice was far too loud for this part of London at this time of night. You made big eyes at him that were meant to communicate for him to shut up and lower his voice, but his reaction to your face turned your big eyes into eyes that asked him what the fuck was wrong with him more so in the general sense. Joe looked at you as if you were the one being unreasonable, and you weren’t having it.

“I expect of you to communicate with me like a normal person!” you hissed. “What do you expect of me?” you shot the question back at him, bent forward slightly at the hip in your arguing. Joe didn’t like it.

“I expect that when I take my girlfriend- my fucking girlfriend to a party of one of my friends that she acts like she’s there as, oh I don’t know, let me think about it- oh, as my girlfriend!”

Gross. That was way too possessive for your liking. You knew Joe’d been drinking too much, but he was shouting at you with his face way too close to yours. In public too – sure, it was late, but you were out in the streets and anyone walking or driving past could see and hear him shout at you. Absolutely unacceptable.

You shook your head at him, decided to step around him and kept walking. He was quick to follow.

“Were you aware that you were absolutely engrossed in conversation for two and a half hours? Two and a half hours?! Come on! I was asked by literally everyone there what was going on with the two of you,”

“Literally everyone? Okay, Joe.” Your eyes had already shot up at the sky in dismissal before you could stop yourself.

“Honestly, what the fuck was so important for you to-”

You stopped walking, turned, and held your hand out that placed itself on Joe’s chest as he walked into it.

“Did you have fun?” you asked him, brows furrowed at him. Joe thought of a second. “Yes, it was fine, but-”

“Great. So did I. We went to a party and we both had fun. What’s the issue here exactly?”

“You had fun without me!” Joe spat at you.

“Aww poor baby Joey needed my attention, did he?” you mocked him and it was snarky and mean but you felt he deserved it for shouting and spitting at you.

“Fuck off,” he scoffed, pushing your hand from his chest, and stepping around you to continue the trek home like you’d just done before.

“You’re an adult, Joe! Stop acting like a fucking teenager,” you called after him before following him at your own pace, not caring about catching up with him.

Joe was fast. He took maybe fifteen huge steps before turning around and just as quickly marching his way back to you. It made you stop in your tracks.

“You know what, no. Nope. I’m not going to do this.”

“Good. Me neither.”

But then he walked right past you and you watched him walk away in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” He’d not get there until at least an hour and a half later if he really was going to walk all the way to his own flat.

“Joey, stop. Stop!” you called, and to your surprise, he listened and stopped, but his legs didn’t stop moving. He paced around the same four pavement tiles for a few seconds, his arms held up high as he held onto his own wrists that rested on his head.

“He’s going to break up with her.” You revealed why you’d been so busy talking to one of Joe’s friends that night. You were the only other girl besides her in the friend group who’d been involved for years, so it felt completely natural for Joe’s friend to come to you for advice on his predicament.

“What?” Joe asked on an exhale, shellshocked by the news.

“You’ve all been making jokes about when he’s going to propose or knock her up… but he wants to break up.” You had promised him you wouldn’t tell anyone to at least give him time to figure things out for himself. They’d been together since secondary school – this was a huge decision. You knew Joe was too good of a friend to not say anything about it to him if you’d tell him, especially if the whole ordeal was going to take a few days, or even weeks. So, your plan really had been to keep it to yourself.

“He’s going to dump her?” Joe started taking smalls steps back over to you. He absolutely couldn’t believe what he was hearing. From this group of friends, she and you were the only girlfriends that had lasted as long as you had. If Joe’s friend was really going to break up with his girlfriend, it’d leave you as the last girlfriend from way back when and Joe hadn’t expected it. He always thought everyone would stay together, like he always intended to do with you. But, as Joe learned over time, including this revelation tonight, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Was I supposed to just pat him on the back and wish him luck?” you asked Joe, arms held out wide in a huge shrug.

“Of course not,” Joe seemed annoyed by the way you suggested that, because obviously that wasn't what you should’ve done.

Joe stopped in front of you, and you tried to make eye contact, but Joe rested his gaze on your shoulder. Then he brushed a piece of hair from it, but held onto it and let his fingers play with it, slowly twirling the lock in his hands. “Why does he… why is he going to-”

“There’s 2,5 hours’ worth of reasons,” you joked, making Joe wince at the way he’d held that over your head earlier. “But it comes down to the fact that he just doesn’t think he can spend the rest of his life with her, you know?”

Joe nodded a little, his anger for you already forgotten. It had completely been replaced with worry and empathy for his friend. And for his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, too.

“He’s honestly heartbroken,” you said, explaining why you had chosen to sit and listen to Joe’s friend all night. It made you feel good that you could be of service; be a listening ear, give a word of advice and just be kind to one of Joe’s friends that trusted you enough with information he didn’t feel like sharing with anyone else just yet.

“I should call him,” Joe went to reach for his phone, but you stopped him by grabbing hold of his wrist.

“That’s exactly what you shouldn’t do. I’ve been sworn to secrecy. He can’t know that you know.”

Joe looked at you, slightly bewildered. He realized that you could’ve easily told him straight away to completely avoid the fight you’d just had. It would’ve prevented Joe from screaming at you in the street. But you hadn’t told him because you’d promised his friend you wouldn’t. You were trustworthy like that. Joe plummeted into heavy guilt and his squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned at himself for being an awful boyfriend to an amazing girlfriend.

“I’m the worst,” he started, taking hold of both of your hands and brought them up to his mouth to press his lips against them. His apologetic puppy-dog eyes looked over them, and there was no way you could stay angry at him when he looked at you like that. As Joe softened, so did you, and you understood how Joe must’ve felt, eyeing his girlfriend from across the room engrossed in a deep, serious conversation with another man for most of the evening. Especially if people had really come up to him to ask him about what the deal was. You had checked in with Joe a couple times, looked over to see him laugh and banter with others, and you’d felt like he’d been fine without you. And he had been! But he would’ve liked it so much better if you had joined him for more of the evening.

“Me too,” you laughed. “I think it’s why we work so well.” You lent in and Joe met you halfway for a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry.” Joe said, kissing you again.

“I’m sorry too.” You replied, accepting every kiss you could get out of him.

“So… do we know anyone we can set him up with?” Joe joked; eyes narrowed, gaze aimed over the top of your head, as if he was thinking it over deeply.

“Oh my God, stop,” you laughed. “They’ve not broken up yet!”

Joe put his arm around your neck and turned you around, pulling you along with him, back on track to your apartment.

“Did you at least try to talk him out of it?” Joe asked, now falling into the chat you had wanted to have earlier, recounting the party with you.

“Why did you think it took me so fucking long?”

Joe curled you into him more and kissed your forehead. “Last ones standing, hey?”

“Last ones standing.”

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ijumpbridges · 6 months

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woah my first time requesting off anon

anywyaydbsbbdb if requests are open i’ll req Scp 035 x ghost!reader where whenever 035 is a little mean/“manipulative” towards reader, reader just scares the shit out of him for a week as a “haha i get the last laugh” kinda thing BRHDHHDSJH

thanks! and if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, your free to decline/delete it, no worries! ^^ (if any part of my request doesn’t make sense lmk!)

035 x Ghost!Reader

I love you… WHO SAID THAT

Anyways, request are open thank you for requesting, i also love Ms. Pauling.

It is unclear how you two meet, but it you two had stick together for a long time ago.

Every time Dyo wakes up you had be there in a corner greeting him or just around even before he takes over a host.

Overall your friendship with him is okey, but in all friendships there are always flaws.. very big ones.

He would literally try to annoy you on purpose to help him cuz he says that ‘we are friends right? Then help me with x or y” But then ignores you or invalidates your feelings.

This had happen for a while, but you decide to put a stop at it.

Since you are a ghost, ghost tend to have those weird days where reality turned towards you and being around has become ills to the point of feeling like you were about to have panic attack, but never had it.

Those times Dyo thought since more vulnerable, the better.

Oh he thought wrong..

___

“Hey… how are yo friend?” Dyo said coming closer to you, as you were on a corner trying not to loose your mind.

“Leave me alone Dyo, im not in the mood to be manipulated by you” You spitted out.

“Me? Manipulate you? Never!” He said with his fake tone, but you didn’t reply only looking away hoping he had left you alone.

“I need a tiny favor from you” he said and then started to yap his life away on wanting to escape, but stop when he realize you weren’t listening.

“Oh come on, you know friends help each other! I always been there for you when remember when… when..” He tried looking for an example but immediately brush it off “that doesn’t matter” He said coming closer to you “But what matters is that friends help each other and.. and we are friend-“

“LEAVE ME ALONE” you yelled. You grew big and scary, you grew even bigger tha touch the ceiling and had to stretch out, everything around started floating, the cristal box and holder of 035 mask.

035 felt back and hit the floor as soon as you scream at him to leave you alone. One of the cameras that was on too of you ended up hitting him, he then ran out and and shouted for help. Foundation personal were confused as to what happen.

~~~

After that incident you were pretty much mad at him, as to for many time that he wouldn’t leave you alone when you were down.

With or without a host you will show up, in a corner making sure he can see you.

He would try to use telepathy for her, but be immediately shut down by thousands of whispers that he couldn’t keep up on what they were saying, changing his expression to a frown.

Sometimes you would shake his container, one time you shake it so hard it almost felt down.

You would come really close to him and look at him with unsettling eyes and show a reflection knowing that you were right behind him watching him.

Sometimes you would follow him making him paranoid, at the same tike you would move things around to purposely make him trip or fall.

One time you threw a guards head at full force at him, it missed but he got blood splashed.

Sometimes you would chase him, not in a comical way. He got even hurt one time and almost got in danger to which you save him too.

Of course he will force himself to apologize to you and say he wont do it again. He will eventually but less persistently. He couldn’t take the abuse any longer.

This sourt of give you a sense of security next time he will think twice before he even tries to mess with you.

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That is all y’all i hope you all enjoyed it!

#scp x reader #scp 035 x reader #scp #scp foundation #scp fandom

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secondary-colorentimy · 7 months

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Hello!!! Just found your blog and I’m in love with your characters and art style! Are there previous posts with more info about your OCs?

my ocs!!? you want to know about MY ocs! :0c

tbh most if not all of their info/lore exists entirely in my head as i barely ever write lore down for ANYTHING (i will just remember it all!!) but sureeee

on the left is Decima the jackal: member of the jackal squad (entirely based in my own version of the squad) youngest sister of Zero/Infinite. shes pretty silly and energetic and she loves her family and she loves her friends. she kinda has two canons in my mind, one that does follow the canon story of sonic forces and one that follows my post forces au. :0

in the middle is Enzo the wolf: hes my sonic forces avatar!! (sonic forces is my favorite game!) his story is basically pretty copy paste of the avatar’s lore from forces, including the prequel comics reasoning on how the avatar joins the war. hes my nervous little guy (though he has of course done much growing since the events of sonic forces) another character loyal to his friends and hes best friends with sonic :3

to the right is Lillian the caracal: she was my first ever sonic oc from when i was a kid! (though she obviously has since been redesigned) originally she was a freedom fighter but when i decided to revamp her, i brought her into idw lore, she now works for the resistance, shes a longtime friend of the main cast, mainly team sonic (sonic, tails, knuckles and amy!) shes a bit like jewel at times often focusing on work more but she cares deeply for her friends!

and those are my good guys (decima is a bit more neutral leaning but shes not evil/dark) aligned, on the opposing side we have my bad guy >:3

Nico the hyena! >:3 (i am very very biased in him being my favorite!)

nico works for clutch the opossum, he originally met him at white park chateau and began working for him immediately following the events of chao races and badnik bases! and now working at clean sweep inc (following the new clutch lore were getting!!) nico is pretty work focused and has worked hard for everything hes got. nico is more of a villain out of happenstance. he was just in the right place and right time and jumped at the opportunity to work with clutch (despite him not necessarily knowing clutch’s dark/evil alignment) im a big fan of villains that don’t necessarily have a reason for being villains, they just kinda are!

i honestly talk about my ocs more on my instagram (mainly stories) and have a highlight with little bits and pieces of their lore :3

Oh and here are their main refs

#ask #my ocs #sonic #decima the jackal #enzo the wolf #lillian the caracal #nico the hyena #long post

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Loki Season 2 Episode 4 “Heart of the TVA” Thoughts and Theories

If you have not seen this episode of Loki then please look away because I am spoiling a lot for this week’s episode.

Normally, I would tell you guys each scene I liked about the episode but for this week I’m just kind of moving on to theories immediately and tell you guys some stuff I liked in between. By the way, I really liked this episode even though it ended in a cliff hanger. Also, I’m going to sound like a crazy person here today, so I’ll just warn you guys on that.

So, the biggest thing that happened this episode was Victor Timely’s death. I don’t think he’s really dead, I think he’s more so scattered around the Multiverse. My cooking theory right now is that: Victor Timely is kind of the seed for Kang/Kangs. Like when he stepped out of the TVA and got turned to spaghetti strands, each strand of his being got sucked up by the multiverse and each of those strands ends up creating the Kangs in each of those timelines. It would even create the He Who Remains of this sacred timeline we are following now. I also think that He Who Remains knew that when he is defeated and killed that the back up would always be Victor Timely, but he also knew that for him to come back Victor Timely would have to get to the TVA and get split up during this incident, which would then create the other versions of Kangs that he would have to fight. Also, Miss Minutes tells Victor “You’ll never be him”, which is kind of true in this theory because Victor just ends up being the steppingstone or the tree that births He Who Remains.

This theory would also suggest that the Multiversal War that He Who Remains talks about is a direct result of his ego and his want to be the one that controls the multiverse because if he didn’t send Renslayer and Miss Minutes to give the TVA Handbook to Victor then that War wouldn’t have happened. Also, during the last episode, after Renslayer and Miss Minutes drop the TVA Handbook into Victor Timely’s window it goes from them being on the Sacred Timeline to a branching timeline, so it’s not an event that was supposed to happen. However, He Who Remains knew that it was the only way to bring himself back. By the way, this also kind of puts a crack in my initial theory because in the end of last season, he seemed tired and doesn’t want to be the person in charge anymore, so why would he do this for ego. However, my retorts to that is that I don’t think we can trust He Who Remains’ intentions during that episode because we’ve seen that he lies a lot; and my second retort, is that the He Who Remains that would come from this event would be a new one. One that isn’t tired of ruling the multiverse and one that is refreshed and renewed. What do you guys think? I hope this theory made sense because I feel like a crazy person.

I also want to talk about Renslayer’s secret, where it was revealed that she was supposed to be ruling the TVA with He Who Remains. I don’t think that’s the whole picture. I feel like there’s something being left out of there and a reason as to why He Who Remains wiped her memory. Sure, you can say that it’s because he wants to be the sole ruler of the TVA but I feel like he wouldn’t say “I’m sorry” if it's just that. I know in the comics Renslayer was a woman Kang loved that was scattered through time, so maybe he has the same relationship here and there’s a reason he’s trying to protect her.

I don’t think Renslayer is dead by the way. She’s probably where Alioth is. I don’t think this is the last we will see of her. She’s probably going to come back stronger or with more knowledge of this whole situation.

By the way, fuck Brad. Like seriously. I get that the choices were death or go with Renslayer but I feel like the show has done such a good job showing that he doesn’t really care about anyone but himself. He doesn’t care about the TVA or any of the people that he sided with. He just wanted to be out of there, which is understandable because they were all taken from the timeline, but I still hate how he just kind of bends over to whoever has the most power at the time. Also, fuck Miss Minutes for turning that machine on and killing everyone as well. If you watch her face during that scene, she is smiling and she seemed so happy watching them die.

Also, the scene with Dox and her minutemen talking to Renslayer and Miss Minutes made me want more scenes with Dox in previous episodes because I feel like we never really got to understand her character. Sure, she wants to protect the TVA but why and what was the thinking behind her actions? She felt more of a plot device rather than somebody that we are supposed to care about. I feel like if this was a series with more episodes, they’ll have more time to flesh this character out, but it doesn’t really do that. If this was in Agents of Shield (which everyone should watch because it’s still my favorite Marvel Show), we would know a lot about her and why she was like this. Maybe I’m just being too harsh, but I still felt like we needed more of her this season to care about her and to understand her.

Also, who do we think Mobius is on the timeline? Is he important? I feel like the show keeps asking that question so it must be important; but honestly, I just hope he’s a regular guy living his life. I hope he’s not anybody important because I feel like it would be more impactful if Mobius wanted to return to a life where he’s just a normal guy. He doesn’t want this grandiose life; he just wants to be happy. He just wants to be able to live.

I really don’t know where Marvel is going with this season of Loki. We only have 2 episodes left and I just hope that they stick the landing on this (so far) great season of Loki. Marvel kind of has a Third Act Problem or an ending problem where they set up so many things but end up kind of just delivering an okay or lackluster ending. I really don’t want that to happen to this series. If I missed anything that you guys wanted me to talk about then we can talk in the comments of this episode, and I might even write out a small post about it. I kind of just wanted to type out my theory first before it left my brain, so I know I missed a lot that I wanted to talk about.

Once again, thank you for reading this post. I hope you guys have a good day/night!

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Sindria's Prophet #34

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*Sinbad feeling jealous and possessive (this is why I put the kinda yandere tag on AO3) (it will also become a thing for a while so expect to see it tagged here often) ~POV Generals~ What had they just witnessed? Mori waved at them as she left to return to the festival; all the while, the Womanizer of the Seven Seas stared after her instead of paying attention to the women on his lap. No one had expected Mori to flirt with Sinbad to tell him 'no,' but clearly it was affective. All of the Generals knew of the growing soft spot Sinbad was forming for his Prophet, but never had they expected their over confident King to look so lost.

The giant's laugh boomed across the whole platform, Sharrkan whistled, and Yam squealed.

Yam was barely able to contain herself. "The Rukh are going crazy! There's no way he could deny his feelings after that!!! Mori will definitely move into the Purple Leo Tower sooOOoon~!"

Pisti giggled and added. "Why stop there? She should just move straight into King Sinbad's bed."

Sharrkan gestured towards them with his cup. "Here's to you two making winning the bet better for my pockets."

On the first day the Generals met Mori they started placing bets. Would Sinbad realize his feelings before going to the Kou Empire? Would Mori be moved into the Purple Leo Tower as soon as Sinbad realizes? Both women immediately bet that Mori would move into the Purple Leo Tower before the trip to the Kou Empire -Yam because of what she saw in the Rukh, and Pisti because she thought she could push them into it with enough interventions and it was funny to her. Nearly all the Generals placed bets one by one. Sharrkan waited until after the meeting the other day, when he decided on Sinbad not being interested in Mori at all.

Yam yelled at her 'Arch Nemesis,' "What's that supposed to mean??"

"Have you seen our King? If he was actually interested in Mori this would be over already."

"Are you blind??"

Drakon commented at the other table. "He can be very stubborn, but it seems even Sinbad is finally notices the change in himself." The first household member had bet that his King would ultimately figure it out before his trip to the Kou Empire.

Hina mused. "He's like a little kid having a crush for the first time. At least he's mature enough to not pull their hair as he struggles to figure it out." The giant's bet was on Sin not realizing his feelings until after he leaves for the Kou Empire. Their separation would be the trigger.

"True," Drakon agreed, "but he doesn't have the best track record. Sinbad has no experience with a real relationship."

"Ain't that the truth. Still, I'm sure we'll be hearing good news soon."

Drakon smiled and nodded with his old friend.

Pisti yelled, "I have to know what she said!" before following after Mori.

For the record: Masrur had added to both Drakon and Hina's bets instead of making his own -he trusted the experience of 2 men that had actually gotten married over the words of a womanizer. Spartos refused to be a part of the bet on principle. Nearly all of the Generals agreed on 1 thing: as soon as/if Sinbad accepts he's in love, nothing could stop him. Ja'far was the outlier on that point. Sinbad was following Mori's pace whether he was conscious of it or not. If Mori wasn't ready he'd hold back which meant that even if Sin did realize his feelings, there was a high chance that nothing would change right away, so the only bet he placed was against Sharrkan.

--- ~POV Mori~ I held back giggling until I was out of sight. I don't know if Sin naturally gets more subby when he's drunk but it was in line with how he's shown getting clingy and sappy when drunk in the og and side comics. Regardless, doming him was thrilling. It was obvious that Sinbad preferred being the dom, but as a switch, I was happy to learn he could be a good sub for me under the right conditions~ (I may be asexual, but I'm the horny sex favorable type, and into BDSM.) I know I won't have an opportunity to actually be sexual with Sinbad since we'll never be in a relationship -I set those rules to protect myself- so I would just have to enjoy playing with him outside of a bedroom.

I meant what I told him too; he can be with whomever he wants when I'm not around because if someone is mine they will come back to me with their full attention -not that Sinbad was actually mine. 'That shocked expression on him was so cute!' This felt wonderful. For that moment I was the only thing he could think about. It was almost like he had feelings for me. It didn't stop me from being pissed though. 'He really asked me to join a bunch of call girls that were being paid to fawn over him??' At least he took his punishment well, so I was able to let off some steam.

It wasn't enough though. I had too much energy left. The mix of negative feelings barely hiding under the good ones were a strong reminder to my ex fiancé. Wish fulfillment would only trigger me. I needed a distraction asap. There was still one thing I hadn't gotten to do yet at this festival -and I love dancing and singing- so I chose that.

As if to answer my wish, the waves brought Pisti to me. After I answered her questions, she was more than happy to help me learn the dances here in Sindria. Most of the dancers were locals, but there was an area where tourists were learning some of the basics. Pisti stayed with me until one of her boyfriends showed up and whisked her away. By that point I had found my rhythm so I didn't have a problem with not knowing anyone. No one would bother me here. The more I embraced the moment and unmasked, the happier I was. Finally. This was what I needed. The waves helped me learn the patterns of the music and dances, so I could keep up better. --- ~POV Generals~ The women around Sinbad whined for his attention, and he returned it, but barely. It was obvious to everyone who had known him through the last decade that his heart wasn't in it. The Womanizer of the Seven Seas was unable to keep it up. He got up and walked to the edge of the platform alone. He was standing there before Pisti came back and remained staring out at the festival after she returned and explained that Mori wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Sahel, Drakon's wife, smiled. "I see why you thought it was different this time."

Her husband nodded, "I believe this might be the moment I was waiting for. Our King is finally thinking about it in earnest."

Sharrkan grumbled into his cup. "If he realized he likes her, then why isn't he doing anything?"

Sahel answered, "He's still processing his feelings." She looked between her husband and Hina. "Teasing him will only make him double down."

The giant rested an arm on the table and leaned on it. "Then how would you push him?"

She put down her cup and turned towards their King. "Your Majesty!" Sahel called out and Sinbad looked back at her. "You should go after her if you're that worried!"

The King pressed a hand against his closed eyes before combing it through his bangs.

"It will make you feel better!"

Sin turned back towards the festival.

Hinahoho snorted another laugh. "I thought you said not to tease him!"

"Give it time."

--- ~POV Mori~ When I finally stepped off the dance floor, the moon was high in the sky. I got carried away and turned wrong, so my left hip tried to pop out of the socket. I've had loose joints since I was little so I knew how to take care of it. After putting it back in place, I tried to find a place to sit down; my legs felt ready to give out on me. Most of the benches were taken up by the elderly, and families with young children just like earlier. I finally found a spot a bit out of the way. As soon as I sat down, I knew I was not going to be able to get up for a while; my feet, back and hips burned from over use even after fixing my bone alignment. My feet would be fine in an hour (I pace all the time), but I could tell I wouldn't be so lucky with the rest. I looked around at the view that was going to keep me company while I rested. Luckily, I could still see the King's platform from here, and the steps leading up to the Palace over the city- "Shit." 'I have to climb those steps, and the steps of the guest tower get to my room. Maybe I should stay at a hotel tonight. I'll send Sin the bill since this is his fault.' --- ~POV Sinbad~ Somehow, that was the hottest thing Sinbad had ever experienced and it was someone turning him down. None of what happened made any sense to him while it was happening. That feeling only Mori gave him had filled him to the point of stupidity. Mori said they fell for him while reading his Fate; even if it was said in jest, there had to be some truth in it, so how could they turn him down? Becoming sober let him remember Mori admitting to being a tease on purpose. 'Damnit.'

No matter how much the others made fun of their King, he wouldn't budge. Nothing was wrong with him. He wasn't sulking. Sure, not flirting with groups of women was the rarity for him, but the Prophet knew exactly how to get under his skin. He had been too drunk when Mori was messing with him, but not so drunk as to follow after them. Still, he couldn't deny that ever since they left he was abundantly aware of their absence. 'Maybe I should follow after them.' It is what he had wanted to do since morning.

Pisti had returned hours ago, but not the Prophet. Hina even took his children home to bed, and the other Generals started turning in, but Mori still hadn't returned. Ja'far let him know that the Sindrian knights that were guarding the Prophet were sending reports, but it wasn't enough. The King had to go make sure everything was fine with his own eyes.

The waves led him to where Mori was sitting on a bench farther away from the dance stages than he was expecting, and she wasn't alone. There was a group of men around her. The fact that Mori was smiling at them made something dark twist Sinbad's insides. She didn't like when he flirted with multiple people in front of her, and yet here she was doing the same thing to him -although, she didn't know he would see.

One of those men grabbed her hand and all of Sinbad's muscles tensed on reflexed. Mori's expression and tone hardened immediately. "What do you think you're doing?!" She wasn't interested in them at all. The only person she likes holding her hand is Sinbad.

He shouldn't feel this giddy that she rejected them. Maybe something was wrong with him after all. Sinbad called out to announce his presence. "So this is where my Beautiful Prophet has been." The men surrounding her froze in a satisfying way.

"King Sinbad!" Mori looked tired, and the glint in her eyes was relief that he came for her.

Sinbad shouldn't have held back from following after her. The waves rose the closer he got.

The man holding Mori's hand let go and took a step back after making eye contact with the King. Sinbad directed his words at his Beautiful Prophet, "It's getting awfully late," then scanned the faces of the group bothering her, "You were planning on coming back soon, weren't you?" And then looked back at her.

Mori's laugh was full the nerves. "I wanted to go back much earlier, but I uh..." she glanced at the recent problem before looking back at her King.

The group of men said some hurried good'byes before leaving around the corner. Too bad for them that the waves gave away that they were still there -just out of sight.

Sinbad offered Mori his hand. "Now that you're free, let me escort you back." He wanted to replace the memory of that man's hand with his own.

Mori took his hand with the one he wanted, but stayed sitting. "Thank you for coming to get me." They squeezed his hand.

His heart swelled; he squeeze her hand back. "The waves will always lead me to you whenever you need me."

Her face turned a little pink. "You never quit, do you?"

"Do you want me to?" Sin teased.

Mori's smile dropped as she seemed to think about his question honestly. She answered through a pout. "No... because then you wouldn't be you."

He laughed. "Good. Because I don't want to stop either." Mori's words always managed to warm his heart. "Shall we go back now?"

Her free hand gripped the fabric of her skirt. "People talking to me isn't the main reason I'm still here."

"Hmm?" he encouraged.

Her smile grew like a child being caught red-handed. "I danced so much that I hurt my hips..."

Sin wished he had seen it. "Ah- Pisti said you were dancing." The stage was too far away from where he sat. He'd have things rearranged for next time.

"Yeah. It was really fun but," she looked down at her legs, "I can tell my legs will give out if I try to walk back on my own right now." Her head whipped back up at him, and she flailed her free hand. "I was hoping I'd be better enough to walk back *before* someone came looking for me."

The feeling of being watched stole his attention for a moment. Those men were still watching from around the corner to see if Sinbad was going to leave Mori alone again. He hadn't been completely sure at first, but this was proof they were coveting his Beautiful Prophet. 'Now what should I do to make sure no one else-'

"HMM???" Mori's voice cracked and pulled his attention back to her. They made eye contact and she took her hand back from him to covered her face with both hands. "It's nothing! I'm tired so I just had a very dumb idea for how I could get back without walking."

"Oh?" This side of her always made him want to tease her. "I want to hear this 'dumb idea.'" Mori's knees tensed, and the way she moved one hand to pulled at the fabric there paired with her words and made a very interesting idea form in his own head. In fact, it was a good way make sure unnecessary people stayed away from Mori in the future. Sinbad didn't want to end up punishing his own citizens because his Prophet was too Beautiful to resist. The waves were on his side.

Mori released the remaining hand covering her face and started flailing it in front of herself as if she was trying to shoo something away. "Don't pay attention to it! I said it's stupid! It's not necessary!"

It took a second for Sinbad to realize what she was talking about. She was trying to shoo away the waves that were gathering around them. The waves were responding to his idea, but from Mori's reaction it was also the 'stupid idea' she was hiding. These waves were moving this way because they wanted the same thing! His heart felt like it was going to burst from that feeling only Mori gave him. He couldn't blame this on being drunk like he could earlier. He couldn't say if this feeling was what everyone thought it was yet -this was still too new to him to be sure- but he also couldn't deny that Mori was special to him. Sinbad had never felt particularly lonely, and yet meeting someone else that could undeniably feel the same waves as him gave him a sense of connection he didn't know he was missing.

He could respond properly, but that was less fun. "What shouldn't I pay attention to?" He smiled as he leaned over her.

Mori glared up at him, but he wouldn't respond until she said it directly. "My waves." Yes. She was the only other person that could feel the waves. She was able to understand an aspect of his lived experience that no one else would ever be able to truly understand. And what's more, she knew his greatest mistakes and still stayed by his side.

Sinbad laughed. "Yes. But what about them isn't necessary?" She was being too cute to correct right away.

Why wouldn't he want to make sure no one could take her from him? Surely, not wanting to keep her all to himself would be a true sign that there was something wrong with him. If this feeling was what everybody thought it was then he was starting to understand the hype.

"You-!" Her face was growing more red by the second. Mori clenched her eyes and turned her head down. "Their suggestion!" Her hands held her legs by her knees where the waves were focusing. When he didn't respond, Mori's eyes peeked up at him while her head continued to face down. "...It's not something a King should do, right? And... those rumors have already spread outside the Palace..."

She was right; only a few hours ago, he was intentionally trying to counter those rumors. And she rejected him because of that decision. King Sinbad let out a sigh he couldn't hold back and uncrossed his arms. Her expression was a challenge to deny it, and he obliged, "It's fine." He had let his Generals teasing bother him to the point that he missed something very important. Not anymore.

"But..." Mori's protest had no strength behind it.

Sinbad rested a hand on the back of the bench. She fell for him while reading his Fate, but she also couldn't see past everything she knew about him from those same visions -just like he had also been stuck in his own self perception. Yes, he was finally seeing things clearly. If Mori had never told him about those parts of her visions then he would have figured it out sooner. "Let me help you get back. I don't mind walking with you, but I have a feeling we've both thought of a faster method. These wave are responding to my will just as much as yours."

Mori broke eye contact. "But... I don't want to be the reason others pressure you about something you hate that much. In my visions you had a nightmare about being married." She's wasn't rejecting him because she's didn't want him. It was because she was afraid of being rejected by him if she crossed the line.

It was true that he had never he wanted to get married or have a partner before but, "I'm actually fanning those rumors on purpose right now." Mori's head whipped back to look at him; their expression asked the question they couldn't verbalize. He was fully willing and able to change to get whatever he wanted.

Mori's blush reached it's fullest extent. "Ah- um." They broke eye contact. "Gimme a minute."

"Take your time," was what he said but it wouldn't be long before they'd agree. The waves had only gotten stronger.

Not even 30 seconds later Mori furrowed their brow. "It is late. And I'm exhausted. And I shouldn't walk in this condition. And there's no way I'm going be better enough get there on my own tonight." Sin laughed at the excuses they were using to accept it. They looked up at him. "I don't know why you want to feed the rumors now, but don't ignore the new rule I placed when you want to get rid of them again."

There was no way in hell he'd flirt with anyone other than Mori when they were an option. "You'll never have to worry about me doing that ever again."

"Okay then." Their expression dared him to take it back, but he never would.

"Then, may I carry you, my Beautiful Prophet?" Sinbad learned earlier that night, that Mori prefers explicit over implicit consent, and using it on her made her pupils dilate in a very satisfying way.

Mori hid her face in her hands again. She took a few deep breaths as she regained the will to answer. A quiet, "Yes," snuck past her fingers, and was followed by a slightly louder, "I'll just be embarrassed."

"I can live with that." Sinbad reached down to follow through on the waves' direction. His right hand went under her knees, and his left around her shoulders. Mori continued to cover her face with her hands as he lifted her. She didn't hesitate to lean her head against his shoulder. The weight in his arms made that dark feeling from earlier dissipated completely. 'Mine.' Carrying her back would send the clearest message: Mori wasn't just Sindria's Prophet, she was Sinbad's Prophet.

((Time to remember to breathe. I was on a stay at home vacation this week so I was able to make time to finish this chapter. And because I had extra time I gave in and painted the last illustration :3

I'm going to try to have the last 2 chapters of the arc done very close to each other because of all the emotions involved))

#magi prophet fanfic #magi sinbad #sinbad x oc #sinbad magi #king sinbad #sinbadxoc #magi fanfiction #magi fanart #kinda yandere

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broken--stardust · 2 years

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benchwarmer - j.t.k.

a/n: thank you to my angel baby for editing this for me ❤️‍🩹👼 @jakekiszkaenthusiast

summary: what happens when you piss jake off and go behind his back doing the one thing you are not allowed to do? (basically, this is a porno)

pairing: jake x f. reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), little bit of fluff. there is really no plot to this at all, it's literally just porn. specific warnings after the cut.

explicit warnings: m. dom, punishment, degradation, name-calling, spit, m. & f. masturbation, edging (for days), facial, daddy kink, forced multiple orgasms, overstimulation, CNC if you squint very hard (she does consent, but she says things like "i can't" etc. she does not ever say stop or no)

It had been nine days.

N i n e days.

Since you’d had release. Satisfaction. Unadulterated, euphoric bliss.

One may say, “that’s not terribly long” or “I’ve gone longer”. It’s true, that’s not a terribly long time if you were simply going about the mundane activities of your everyday life with absolutely no stimuli.

But that was impossible, because you lived with Jake Kiszka. And he knew exactly what made you tick. More explicitly, he knew exactly what made your heart pound and your pussy clench. What made warm, sweet wetness drip down your thighs like honey.

And you were in trouble.

You were being punished, with seemingly no respite from your suffering on the horizon.

You had been doing just fine. It sucked, of course, especially when your boyfriend would wrap you in his arms from behind and whisper teasing phrases in your ear while you stirred vegetables on the stove, pulling away with your earlobe between his teeth. Or when he would emerge from the shower and drop his towel right in front of you as you read a book in bed, his back to you, stretching his arms above his head and ever so slightly flexing, deliciously putting the muscles in his back on display. Or when you were both in bed preparing for sleep and scrolling through your phones, while his free hand made its way under your shirt, palm cupping your bare breast, and took your nipple between two fingers, giving it a pinch and a twist, eyes never leaving his phone screen before sliding his hand back out and rolling over to turn off the lamp with a “love you, goodnight”. Among other things.

Yes, despite all of that, you had been doing just fine. You were surviving. You were fine until everything culminated last night.

[the night before]

You were brushing your teeth when you heard it. A couple of low, enticing grunts, followed by tempting moans at a slightly higher pitch. You spit out your toothpaste and rinsed, and gingerly stepped out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom.

The sight that met your eyes was enough to nearly make you release a moan of your own.

Jake was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, legs spread wide as if he was on display. He held eye contact with you immediately while he leisurely stroked his hardened cock up and down with his right hand, and tightly gripped one of the arms of his chair with his left. His eyes rolled back into his head for a split second as he let out an otherworldly cry when he swiped his thumb across the throbbing, pink tip in a few circles, only to meet your eyes again with a low moan.

“Hi baby,” he drawled with a smirk.

“Hello, Jacob. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Pleasure? Who said anything about pleasure?” he questioned as he tilted his head back, letting out a long groan to punctuate his sentence.

“Well-, you-,”

“Exactly. Me. Take off your panties and sit down on the floor in front of me, legs spread” he interrupted. “Oh, and sit on your hands.”

You quickly did as you were told, so quickly it was comical as you almost tripped over your underwear around your ankles. Jake must’ve thought it was funny too, because he let out a low chuckle.

“Absolutely pathetic. I love it when you’re this desperate” he taunted.

You glared at him as you took your seat at his feet. He only smirked at you while he continued to stroke his dick, running his thumb across the thick vein bulging out on the front, causing him to let out a little gasp as he held eye contact with you.

He tsked at you. “Forgetting something?”

You frowned when you remembered he commanded you to sit on your hands and moved to correct yourself.

“That’s better. Now don’t look away from me. I wanna watch your face turn red and your jaw clench as you watch me cum, unable to do anything about it.”

He proceeded to rub his cock, occasionally adjusting the pressure and speed to his liking, letting out the most delectable groans. You could feel your nipples harden under your shirt from how utterly turned on you were, and Jake must’ve noticed too as he let out a low moan with a gleam in his eye.

You started to bring your legs together, clenching your pussy as you attempted to obtain some small form of relief.

"No" Jake barked. "Legs spread. Eyes on me. Hands under your ass. The rules are simple."

You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Oh baby, you’re fucking dripping. You’re gonna make a mess of our carpet" he teased. He let out a particularly high moan as he twisted his thumb and index finger over his frenulum, squeezing his shaft with his palm and remaining fingers. "Fuuuuuuck" he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head.

He reached his hand in front of you, palm up, just beneath your mouth. "Spit" he commanded. You let a long string of spit fall from between your lips and into his hand, and he quickly wiped it over his dripping head, mixing your juices, and continued to stroke his cock with purpose. He grunted and groaned, expletives rolling off his tongue as he rubbed harder and faster.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come. Get on your knees" he ordered, and you quickly obliged, mouth open, knowing exactly what he would want.

Hot ropes of sticky cum began spilling out of him, all over your face and tongue. You and he moaned together as he watched his seed drip into your throat, you drinking up his sweet and salty release.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. Look at you. My perfect slut covered in my cum. Is that what you are? My good girl?"

You nodded vigorously, as he grabbed your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"But not good enough, huh? Nope, not at all. Go clean yourself up, whore" and with that he released your face. He ran his thumb across your cheek gently, raising his eyebrows slightly, making sure you actually were still okay with this game you both were playing.

You smirked. "Okay, daddy" you answered in reassurance.

His eyes filled with lust once more, and he thumbed over a drop of cum slowly dripping down your cheek, collecting it, and lifting it to his mouth to slurp it off with a sinful pop. "Good girl," he whispered.

[the present]

This is why you found yourself writhing under your bed sheets, wanton with need. Jake's side of the bed was cold, indicating he'd been gone for some time. God, you just wanted to touch yourself so. fucking. bad. You groaned audibly as you stretched across the bed, rubbing your face in distress.

This was your own fault, you knew that. 9 days before, during a particularly heated makeout session that had begun because you paraded around the house while he was on an important conference call with his management team, clad in only one of his muscles tees cut low down the sides and a bright red thong, you edged him beyond belief before stating you had to get ready for work. You left him throbbing and dripping on the couch, with a flirty wave of your hand goodbye.

You knew, and he knew, that you were sufficiently punished after only a couple days of this dry spell, but you both enjoyed the game far too much.

"Fuck this" you said aloud.

You yanked Jake's sweatshirt you were wearing over your head, and tugged your panties down your legs, kicking them off as you stepped onto the tiled floor of your bathroom.

You turned the shower on, watching the mirrors begin to steam almost instantaneously with the contrasting temperature. You gazed at yourself in the mirror, gently grazing your hands across your chest and taking your breasts under your palms. You watched yourself moan as you took your nipples between your fingertips, giving them a sharp pinch and then rolling them between your fingers.

You gave yourself a smirk in the mirror. Jake was at the studio, and wasn't going to be home for a few hours. Plenty of time.

You stepped into the shower with care, standing beneath the head and letting the warm water cascade down your body. You toyed with your breasts some more, the water adding delicious lubrication.

You took a deep breath. You knew you were directly disobeying Jake. But he's not home. And what he doesn’t know won't hurt him. Right?

You grabbed the shower handle from its holder and adjusted the pressure setting up just a notch. You spread your legs and squatted slightly, leaning against the stone shower wall, and directed the stream to your aching clit. You nearly screamed at the sensation, loud moans leaving your lips, your chest beginning to heave.

"Ahem" you heard a throat clear with a subtle cough and nearly dropped the shower head. You quickly hung it back up and took in the sight of Jake standing in the doorway of your bathroom, stroking his chin casually, and watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

You stared into each other's eyes in silence, his facial expression portraying disapproval, but his eyes burned with lust.

"By all means, continue" he broke the silence with a taunt. "Better yet, allow me." And with that he stripped completely in record speed, and opened the glass shower door. His feet splashed at the water pooling on the tile floor of the shower, taking two large strides to be right in front of you. "You’re in for it now, little girl" he said with a smirk.

He firmly gripped the top of your head and pushed down until you were sitting on the bench built into the side of the shower. He caressed your cheek gently, but his eyes were filled with fiery passion that betrayed his comforting actions.

He grabbed the shower head, aggressively tugging it from its place, causing the hose to snap wildly.

"Open up, angel."

You spread your legs for him as you watched him turn up the pressure two more settings, and kneel to the floor in front of you. With one hand, Jake lightly traced your clit- a jarring contrast from what you knew you were about to feel- and held the hood of your clit upwards, allowing for no protection. He met your eyes, seeking silent permission. You nodded once, and he flashed you a devilish smirk before blasting your tender clit with the shower stream.

"Jesus FUCK" you screamed at the pressure, his hand gripping at your thighs, forcing them apart after you immediately attempt to clench them together.

"Nuh uh, doll, keep your legs open."

After only about 30 seconds of pressure and vibration, you could feel your clitoris throbbing and your legs begin to shake of their own accord.

"Oh you poor, needy, baby. Already about to cum?" Jake teased.

You nodded as you let out a breathy groan.

"Let it go baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy."

His words sent you careening over the edge, your vision going white as you screamed from the intensity of your orgasm. With your chest heaving, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. He moved the shower head up and down in a very tight line as you came down from your orgasm. As your breathing began to slow, you watched the corners of his lips turn up into a Cheshire grin as he held his hand steady, the jet of water now providing almost too much pressure to your throbbing clit.

"B-baby-" you stuttered, the overstimulation beginning to wash over you.

"Hmm?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" you breathed shakily.

"Making you cum. Didn't you want to cum?" he questioned, feigning innocence.

"Yes, thank you, but I did."

"Oh, I know you did. And it was spectacular."

Your chest began to rise and fall with rapid speed, moans falling from your lips. "Jakey, please, I know what you’re doing, I can't" you pleaded.

"Oh, but you can. Dirty, naughty girl. You wanted to cum so bad. Didn't you?" Your moans began to turn into screams, and your thighs fought against his strong hands. "If you wanted it so bad, you’re going to as many times as I say."

Tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation as you moaned his same amongst a string of curses. With a strangled cry you felt your second orgasm wash over you, your body shaking from head to toe.

"That's a good girl, that's it" Jake praised, never removing the shower stream from your clit.

You frantically grabbed at his wrist. "Please Jake, I can't" you begged.

"Oh, but you can. One more. Show daddy you can be a good girl and give me one more." Your eyes widened as you watched him turn the pressure up to its highest setting, a second later it hitting you.

"Oh fuck, oh my God, Jake, fuck" you cried as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"That's it baby that's it, you’re taking it so well. One more, just one more."

Your body was practically convulsing at this point, your pelvis lifting off of the bench involuntarily as it tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation. Jake pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he held you in place.

You were moaning and crying his name as you felt the pressure begin to build inside you. "Oh fuck, Jake, oh fuck" you repeated like a mantra.

"You’re so close baby, you're doing amazing. Last one. Just let go, I've got you." He soothed, his words being what finally caused the bubble to burst and you came harder than you think you'd ever done before.

Jake immediately removed the shower head from your red, throbbing clit and placed it back in its holder. Your head lolled forward, beginning to take your body with it as he grabbed you and held you in his arms under the shower stream, now down to its regular pressure, the water beginning to turn cold.

He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks as he held you flush with his bare chest.

"You did so well, my love" he praised.

You smiled up at him. "Am I a good girl now?"

He giggled. "The goodest" he answered with a peck to your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, hmm?"

You nodded. "'M so tired."

"I bet you are, after your morning of deceit" he teased, picking you up bridal style. "You deserve a nap I suppose". He sat you on the bathroom counter as he grabbed a towel and began drying you off, gently wringing out your hair.

"Be right back" he said as he left the bathroom. He returned a moment later wearing boxers, and holding one of his t-shirts. He slipped it over your head gently, picking you up off the counter and carrying you to bed.

He climbed into bed with you and you both rolled to face each other.

You smiled at him, he smiled back. "I like this game" you said.

Jake laughed at you. "Of course you do. You're a brat." he said with a boop to your nose. -fin.

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nemo-draco · 8 months

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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

(No pressure if you don't want to though!)

This is the first thing that comes to mind. It's a comic page for the Vigilante AU, featuring @kkolg 's version of Bendy and my own characters for the AU, including a version of Dewey.

This one is a drawing set in a future chapter for my Ups and Downs fanfiction, which is an off-shoot AU from the Henry and the Ink Machine AU from @thelostmoongazer . Bendy having gotten out of the studio but unfortunately this comes with new hardships, but at least he's not alone and he has a bed to crash in this time as he heals.

This series was for a comic set in my FNF AU, Sing Together, which I'm still in the process of writing. The comic admittedly features characters that don't appear just yet, but when I saw the Psych Port for the Whitty Mod, the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

I woke up and he was screaming.

I’d left him dreaming.

I roll over and shake him tightly, and whisper “If they want you, then they’re gonna have to fight me,”

(Oh, fight me)

This one was for the Friendly Globetrotter AU, which also features characters from Cuphead given that its a crossover pile-up to end crossover pile-ups. Heard the song and immediately what came to mind was Bon Bon comforting Djimmi following a nightmare about what the majority of the Isle had been through with the Devil, Djimmi especially given that he has precognitive powers in this AU and probably got a few warnings about what was going to happen to him specifically. Either way, not a fun time.

And, well, this right here is what got me back into fandom after a long time away, and also sparked a lot of really great friendships, so couldn't not include it, y'know? This is the actual fanfiction referenced in the drawing of Bendy above, and pretty much details a year in the life of a group of toons and their animator dad. Still working on it, hoping to update soon.

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sebsgirl71479 · 2 years

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Shoot your Shot

Sebastian Stan x Curvy Actress Reader

A/N: My own mood board and watching the Emmys a few weeks ago gave me the inspiration to write this. Also, you're not a dramatic actress like Sebastian you are funny as hell but lack the confidence when it comes to your love life. Another inspiration for this is lizzos absolute bad assness and confidence. Its a tad rushed but I just had to get this out there before my brain malfunctions. After this one is posted I'm working on a Day of the Dead with Bucky.

Y/N POV

“I just want to thank everyone for this wonderful award. The fans of the show, the cast and crew. Oh my gosh this is crazy! And now I'm about to do something so out of my element. Sebastian Stan, you beautiful specimen of a man, oh my god……….”

You're probably wondering how I got here? Well let's see where I should start. How about 12 years ago. I was an up and coming actress and a huge marvel comics fan since childhood. When they released Capitan America: The First Avenger I fell completely in love with Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes. From then on I kept following his career before and after the first avenger. After struggling getting acting jobs I finally got a role in Ted Lasso. I proved myself as a comedic actress and here I am at the Emmy Awards with a nomination for best supporting actress in a comedy show.

The day of the show I'm a bit of a nervous wreck, not because I'm nominated but because of who I know will be there, Sebastian Stan. Man did he have one of the best years of his career. The 355, Fresh which was just a masterpiece for modern horror and Pam & Tommy. He immersed himself into Tommy and he got a well deserved nomination. The whole time I'm getting ready I'm trying to psych myself up for what I will do if I do get the award. My team is looking at me like I'm crazy but they don't have to know why I'm constantly talking to myself.

Once hair and makeup are out of my hotel room I take a look at myself in the full length mirror. Being a curvy girl there aren't many dresses that make me feel good about myself, but this dress i found really has set the bar. A beautiful deep blue dress with a see thru lace top and satin from the waist down with a high slit on my right leg. It was the most beautiful dress I have ever worn.

When I get the red carpet it is just a madhouse. Cameras everywhere, fans in the distance it's almost overwhelming. But I push my nerves to the back of my head and wait for my turn to head down the carpet…..Ok Y/N you can do this girl.

Sebastian’s POV

I have no idea what is going on, but the one woman I have had my eye on for the past year is getting her well deserved award and she just called me out. What is happening?????

When I got nominated for Pam & Tommy I was very humbled about it. Then I saw the other actors that were nominated for various other shows and that's when I saw it. Y/N- Y/L/N. I thought to myself, I hope I get to meet her and tell how wonderful she is. But I was too shy to really tell her how I really felt about her. How beautiful she was and how I wanted to ask her out. He loved everything about her, especially her curves.

The day of the awards show came and I was really excited, deciding to take my manager of almost 20 years as my date. They were on their way. When I got to the red carpet I could feel the energy around me, and immediately was looking for Y/N. I was hoping she was already there but no such luck yet. While I was walking down the line getting my picture taken I heard the cheering of the crowd and looked to my left and there she was.

“Oh my god. She looks absolutely gorgeous” he said under his breath. I was practically speechless, I couldn't hear the photographers shouting for me to take a picture. Finally my manager nudged me to start moving down the line. We got inside and were surprised to see tables like at the golden globes, with champagne and little appetizers. I sat with Lilly, and Seth from Pam & Tommy and as soon as I sat I decided to shoot down a glass of champagne to calm my nerves. My category was up first. I was a little disappointed I didn't get it but I was happy for michael keaton. During the show I kept looking around for Y/N and I finally spotted her just before her category was announced. I watched her the entire time, then they were announcing her award. “Holy shit she won” I stood up and clapped and cheered for her.

I was listening to her speech thanking the show and the fans then all of a sudden I heard my name. I have no idea what is happening but I'm looking right at her………….

Double POV

The crowd is going absolutely nuts, I mean Lizzo is giving the double thumbs up. That's all the courage I needed.

“Sebastian, will you go on a date with me?!”

I was almost in shock, I got a pat on the back from Oscar and then I got up from my chair and jumped on stage to get to her. I couldn't believe it, she was asking me out on national television. I had to make a bold statement as soon as I got to her. I walked up to her and she had the biggest smile on her face, just breathtaking. I got up to the microphone and just kept my eyes on her.

“YES! I will go on a date with you!”

The audience went berserk cheering and clapping. I tuned all of them out when I looked into her eyes, then down to her lips, and almost like she could read my mind she gave a little nod yes and I kissed her. It wasn't rushed, just soft and sweet. I didn't want to give her tongue on live tv. We parted and we just looked at each other, finally we were asked to exit the stage and I followed her backstage. Once we found a quiet area we just started laughing.

“What do we do now?” Sebastian had asked her. As if on cue both of your managers came around the corner, both of them handing you your phones with big smiles on their faces. You both gave each other your phones and put your numbers in them. Just as you were about to be taken away to do a small press conference Sebastian spoke up again. “I don't know which after party you're going to but would you like to join me at the one I'm invited to?” “I would love to, if it's ok with your manager, I know she came as your plus one?” I turn to her and she gives me a reassuring smile and nods her head yes.

“Ok then, would you like to share my car and driver to get to the party?” she adds. “You can meet me at the back right after the show ends.” Sebastian nods a yes and all of a sudden a PA comes over and whisks you away to speak to the press.

You and Sebastian head to the Disney after party and the press is having a field day when you show up hand in hand, It's almost blinding. You both head in and just dance the night away, and a few drinks as well. You end up being introduced to lilly james and seth rogen, Sebastians co stars on Pam & Tommy. Lilly is absolutely beautiful in person and very sweet. Seth is a riot to talk to.

During a slow song, Sebastian is holding you tight and swaying back and forth looking each other in the eyes. You two are like magnets that can't be torn apart. He leans in and meet him halfway, this time the kiss is more passionate like you’re committing this to memory. He kisses you like he wanted to the first time, you grant his tongue entrance and it’s all over for you. He squeezes your waist and you let out a tiny moan. Your arms snake up his shoulders to hold on to his hair and tug just a little bit. He gives a growl that could rival a lion. You finally part when your brain registers the need to breathe. You both lean on each other's foreheads with huge smiles on your faces.

“I still can't believe you asked me out on national television.”

“ I know, I told myself when I got nominated that if I win, this would be my only chance to get your attention.”

“Well you definitely got my attention. Can I tell you something? I've kind of had a little crush on you and was trying to figure out how to talk to you and ask you out.”

You giggle and hug him tighter. “ I guess we had the same idea tonight.”

You and Sebastian end up staying another hour at the party, but don't want to part. “Do you maybe want to come up to my hotel room? I don't want the night to end. We don't have to do anything, I just want to spend the rest of the night with you and talk and get to know each other.”

“ I would really like that. Would it be ok if we swing by my room so I can change into something more comfortable? As much as I love this dress, but it's not for staying in all night.”

“Yeah that would be ok.”

Sebastian leads you out of the party and to your car. You tell the driver to take you to your hotel first. “The Chateau Marmont please.”

“Hold on, that's where I'm staying as well.”

Smiling at each other, the driver takes off and heads to your hotel.

You both get back to his room after changing and just spend the rest of the night talking, ordering room service and just getting to know each other on a deeper level. Of course every once in a while you have a few heavy makeout sessions. Around 5:30am the night starts to turn to dawn and you are both lying on his bed just staring at each other, Sebastian wraps his arm over you to bring you closer to him and you nuzzle your face in his neck. It doesn't take long for both of you to fall asleep in each other's arms.

“This was probably one of the best nights of my life y/n, and it's all because of you.”

“I’ll have to agree with you on that seb.” After a chaste kiss on the lips you fall to sleep.

Remember, no matter how nervous you get, sometimes shooting your shot works out for both people. Even when you don't even know it.

Shoot your Shot the Sequel --- >

@buckyalpine @altagraye @christycurlswrites

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #tz

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