#the disrespect to cardigan
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can I request a dark!(any of cillian murphy’s characters) who’s basically this spoiled entitled rich guy and he meets a waitress who puts him in his place for disrespecting her? so he decides to teach her a lesson
THE WAY THIS IS PERFECT FOR DARK!ROBERT FISCHER??? OH MY GOD??
warnings: DARK NONCON SMUT!! 18+ only, misogyny and classism, pretty extreme degradation, semi-public sex, hair pulling
You weren't sure why that one interaction stuck in your head, it wasn't like you hadn't dealt with rude customers before: they're plentiful in a fancy place like this, only people wealthy enough to be used to getting whatever they wanted could afford to eat here.
Maybe it was just because you'd already noticed him from the first moment you came to the table, and not just because he looked a little out of place surrounded by the other businessmen... you thought he was gorgeous, obviously. Which made it even more disappointing when he was a huge tool, correcting your pronunciation of some of the menu items and then trying to summon you to the table with a few impatient snaps of his fingers. Not to mention calling you 'sweetheart' instead of your name-- classic sexist bullshit.
Or maybe you remembered him because of the rage when you stood up to him-- just for a second, you saw it in his eyes, before he let out a nervous and condescending laugh to try to break the tension. But even just that flash of anger in his stare made you regret speaking up. Normally, you didn't take shit from anyone and you didn't apologize for the feelings you hurt along the way... but that, his look right then, was everything people had been warning you about. It's one thing to stand up to someone, it's another to antagonize them.
It was enough to make you feel a little nervous when your shift ended that night. You'd watched the flock of stuffy suits leave after their meal, obviously not giving you a tip because of course they wouldn't, and yet you had this lingering feeling like you were being watched-- like you hadn't seen the last of that infuriated glare.
But, feeling like you were definitely overreacting, you resisted the urge to ask your manager to walk you to your car. It was late, of course, and you shivered a bit as the chilly night air made your thin cardigan feel pretty much useless.
Just as you unlocked your car, opening the backseat door to toss in your bag, you felt a hand cover your mouth as someone grabbed you. Your instinctive scream was muffled as you heard a harsh 'shh' by your ear, a heavy form pressing into yours.
You were pushed into the car, tossed roughly down over the backseats as the man's weight kept you pinned down, and you tried to struggle but found yourself quickly incapacitated by his strength.
"How fucking dare you," he spat right against your ear; and you recognized the voice, of course you did, it was burned into your mind already. "You rude little bitch..."
"Get off me," you growled, "you fucking asshole!"
"No, no," he purred, pinning your arms down when you tried to push him back, "not until you've learned your lesson. The way you spoke to me at dinner, I just can't let you get away with that."
"I-I'm sorry, okay?" you breathed, distressed by how easily he held your arms in place by his tight grip on your wrists; you felt him smile against your ear, a dark little chuckle making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. "I'm sorry-- I wasn't trying to be rude."
"Yes, you were, sweetheart," he disagreed, throwing the condescending name right at you again. "You were trying to, what, emasculate me? How's that working out for you?"
Honestly, you had been-- you always figured customers like that had it coming, and you'd relished in the chance to make him look like an idiot in front of presumably some very important people. "I'm sorry," you said again. "I was wrong. Please... please just get out and we can forget this ever happened."
You shuddered when his hand moved down to your skirt, rubbing your leg with a hum and slowly pushing up the fabric. "You were hoping for a big tip tonight, weren't you?" he chuckled. "I think I can still give you one."
"P-please," you choked out again, "Mr. Fischer, right? I'm sorry... just please don't--"
He covered your mouth again, grinning at you as he pulled the skirt up roughly and yanked your panties down, giving your ass a hard smack as you yelped behind the strong grip of his fingers. "Don't worry," he offered as he started to hastily open his fly with one hand, "I'm just going to remind you of your place. A whore like you will probably like it."
You shut your eyes tight, hearing him grunt as he adjusted himself to be right at your opening, teasing your hole with his head for just a moment before suddenly and forcefully shoving in. You screamed behind his hand, dropping your head defeatedly, and he groaned happily as he started to fuck you.
"That's it," he praised darkly, "just take it, honey."
Shuddering, you went limp under him, out of other options; you winced as his cock forced its way deep inside you, so deep that your back tried to arch up to avoid some of the intense pressure.
"Shh," he soothed, putting a hand on your back to keep it down, "that's better-- fuck, you little slut..."
He was speeding up already, and you still hadn't adjusted to his size. Clearly his shitty attitude wasn't compensating for anything, like you'd implied before-- and you choked on your moans of discomfort as he finally let go of your mouth. Only broken sighs came out, unfortunately, and in the corner of your eye you could see him staring down at you with a sneer.
"This is exactly what you deserve," he panted, "getting fucked like a cheap whore in this filthy car. I don't think I've ever been inside one of these things-- my god, is that a cassette player?! How old is this piece of shit?"
You groaned, amazed that he had the energy or focus to insult your car in a time like this-- you were just panting and holding tightly onto the beige fabric seats under you, hoping that someone, anyone, would see what was happening and stop him. God, if someone saw, they'd probably think this was a consensual thing, a kinky little public hookup-- but you couldn't just scream for help or something, you felt very confident that he would find a way to keep you silent.
He sighed as he buried his face in your neck, his hips moving faster-- needier, really. He was even moaning, squeezing your wrists again, acting oddly passionate as if this was something very different than what it was. "You could be pretty, you know," he mumbled to you, "if you smiled more-- and if you didn't do your makeup like a cheap whore. Well... I guess you can't help the cheap part."
"You could be pretty if you weren't a psychopath," you snapped back, making him chuckle proudly.
"Still got that fucking attitude," he noticed, "guess I haven't fucked it out of you yet. How about when you're dripping with my come? Then will you understand how you need to speak to your superiors?"
"Don't," you begged in a gasp, "please-- please don't--"
But he just growled and fucked you harder, making the whole car move with the force of his thrusts. "You fucking wanted me," he accused through his teeth, "didn't you? You wanted this. I could see it on your face, the second you looked at me-- you were imagining how well I'd wreck this little cunt."
You tried to shake your head, but he grabbed you by your hair and yanked your head back until you yelped out a sob.
"I'm close," he breathed, "gonna fucking fill you-- 'cause it's all your good for, sweetheart. Being a waitress isn't that fucking complicated, and you're still shit at that-- so how about you just embrace your natural talents, huh? How about you just take my fucking cock and say 'thank you'?"
"F-fuck you," you barely managed to rasp out, and he made sure to punish you for that by absolutely pounding into you for the last of it.
"Stupid fucking whore," he snarled between deep grunts, "f-fuck, you bitch--"
He moaned suddenly as he came, letting go of your hair and dropping you down onto the backseat again as he gave a few shallow, shaky thrusts; his grip was on your hips instead, keeping you still so he could go as deep as possible.
"Fuck," he sighed, panting to catch his breath; you blinked a haziness out of your eyes, hissing as he pulled out of you-- you were going to feel that sting tomorrow, if not longer.
He put his cock back in his trousers and zipped them up, getting out of the car and taking out his wallet.
"Here's a tip," he offered as he tossed a few bills at you, laughing as you widened your eyes at the realization that they were hundreds. "Start saving up for a new car. Or at least get this one cleaned... you're leaking my come all over the seats."
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Workplace Hot
spencer reid/gn!reader
look i don’t know what this is or where it came from, all i know is one day i woke up normal and then by the end of it i had started CM from the beginning and fallen in love w this man
word count: 1.2k//warnings: literally zero, just vibes
Things never go smoothly, do they?
Never quite to plan, there’s always something missing from the final draft, or something unexpected lurking in the background of the big picture.
This surprise comes gift wrapped just for you, in stupidly attractive, nerdy, beanpole patterned paper.
The first time you lamented about your unfortunate crush on Dr Spencer Reid had been over mojitos at your favourite little hole-in-the-wall bar. Sitting at the raised table with the remainder of your girl group from college, staring dismally at the bottom of your glass, they’d tried to convince you he was just Workplace Hot. Proximity Hot. Work crushes are commonplace as anything, they come just as quickly as they go. God, you wish they’d been right.
You’d tried to convince yourself of it, anyway, and that worked for a little while. You were happy enough to sit at your desk, the man in question mirroring your position somewhere on your right, five days a week. You could do your paperwork in his general vicinity and not feel like you were about to catch fire every time he leaned over the aisle to pinch a file from your stack. And then, there was The Incident.
The Incident - named for the absolute havoc wrought on your nerves until the early hours of a Sunday morning in May. Uncoordinated nights out though they had been, with your own friends out celebrating a birthday and his little group with their own agenda for the evening, it would have been rude not to wave across the bar at him. The rest of them had been too far gone already but one of your friends noticed your shy grin, arguably your best - friendship forged in the fire of back to back forensic psychology classes would be hard pressed to die. She noticed, because of course she did. So you’d told her, because of course she’d have worked it out. And then, to your horror, she’d walked right over to him. Because of course she would. She’d wandered back over to your group only a few minutes later, a solemn look on her face under the dulled bar lights.
“Do you get what I mean?”
“Oh, I get it, my condolences.”
You had been doomed from the start - cursed, bewitched. Lulled into a false sense of security via cardigans and wide eyes and odd socks until you find yourself here. Six months into your new job, and six months into an embarrassingly cumbersome crush on the good doctor.
Which probably would have been fine if either one of you stayed behind at Quantico regularly, but you don’t. Instead, you’re burdened by six months worth of knowledge of all his little quirks thanks to case after case after case.
You know he’ll commandeer the couch on the jet when he can, because he likes to stretch out when he naps. You know exactly how much sugar he takes in his coffee, too much - you feel mildly nauseous every time you make him a cup, but you still make it. You know that he chews on the inside of his lip when he’s thinking particularly hard about something, just as well as you know he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. And sure, it’s not just him, you’ve learned these silly little things about every member of the BAU team. But Reid’s just seem clearer to you. More significant. You’re a little more self conscious when you find yourself looking at him. Even in conversation, even if he’s looking to you for an observation about the Unsub. You can’t hold his eye for very long.
He knows, you’re sure of it.
There’s a rule - don’t profile the team. The golden rule. The golden rule that gets broken about fifty times a day.
Spencer likes the rule, even if he doesn’t always respect it. Sometimes it needs a little disrespecting, he thinks so anyway. Sometimes his colleagues, his teammates, his friends - they need somebody to prod them a little, letting people in goes against every fibre of a behavioural analyst’s being. But trust has to be built somehow.
He’s about this close to cracking you.
Which hasn’t been easy by any stretch of the word. You’d held him at arm’s length for much longer than the others, and at first he’d thought he annoyed you. It made sense enough, he’s been called annoying enough times in his life to know he definitely can be, and the way you’ve never really been able to look him in the eye would suggest you don’t want to get into the situation where he could be. He tries his best not to ramble at you, even now, just in case. Though that initial ice has long since melted.
You’re a lot more open with him now, even if there’s still parts he has to chip away at thick stone walls to get to. Silly things, that not everyone would care to know about their co-workers, but Spencer absolutely needs to know about you.
Which is where the stakeout game comes in.
It’s silly, really. Twenty questions - who plays twenty questions as a grown adult? FBI agents who desperately want to get to know other FBI agents whilst they’re stuck in the confines of an SUV’s backseat for hours on end. That’s who.
Derek and Emily sit up front, watching the quiet street, the way they’re supposed to be - as Spencer desperately tries to guess your favourite movie. He’s narrowed it down to two in his mind, in only three questions. The traditional rules of the game had gotten boring after the first few cases, you’d laughed and told him that he’s too good at guessing. He’d told you that you’re just not asking the right questions on your turns. You’re watching him carefully in the dark now, the way you’re meant to be watching the Unsub’s house. You don’t make eye contact but you’re studying his face all the same, he wishes you would. He’s become a little too dependent on the way his heart seizes when you allow him that kind of vulnerability.
He doesn’t have time to pick a film or ask another question anyway, because the Unsub is flying out the back door of the house, he’s jumping out of the SUV with everybody else, and the Unsub is surrounded. Thanks to your work, your observation being the final piece of the puzzle that had clicked everything else into place.
You’re chatting to a local officer when Spencer calls out the title of your favourite movie across the street. His guess, twenty questions completed in just three. How very Spencer Reid of him.
He’s right - obviously. He doesn’t need to watch the way your head drops and your shoulders shake with a giggle, interrupting your conversation to turn to him. But he watches all the same, he always does.
Your eyes sparkle in the dark when you look back over your shoulder, finally catching his under the orange haze of the streetlights, and sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies surging in the pit of his stomach. Paper thin wings clog up his throat, spindly legs tickle his lungs.
Work crushes are commonplace - but this one might just be the death of him.
#i am so desperately trying to be cool about this#being new in established fandoms gives me sm anxiety but pls accept this humble offering#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fic
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Intro Post: PARIS ♡ the femboy! yandere
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tw: dark themes, somno mention
Written Content: (coming soon)
Intensity: 4/10. MILD. As a yandere at all, he is of course enamored with you. He gets easily riled about you, but unlikely to injure, heavily drug, or be violent with you. He would get violent with others if needed, but prefers to publicly humiliate his rivals. His obsession mainly presents through excessive quality time, manipulation and mildly assaulting you in your sleep.
Age: mid or late 20s. He's a Libra.
Gender: Cisgender male. Pronouns are he/him, though he will answer to she/her (and later correct that individual). He enjoys when you call him princess, though. And only you.
Sexuality: There's a lot of speculation on the internet, but he seems to prefer women.
Occupation: Paris is an American Olympic-level figure skater, and will likely retire after the next Olympic Games. He's not quite an internet personality, but his online popularity gets him a lot of brand deals.
General appearance: Paris is of Russian descent. He is relatively pale, with straight, mousy brown hair that reaches just above the waist. His eyes are brown. His lips are small, heart shaped and usually glossed. He is lean, but due to his sport, he does have a level of muscle tone greater than the average person. Paris is 180 centimeters tall (~5’10) with model-like proportions. His ears are pierced.
Fashion sense: See board. Fond of hyper-feminine clothing, Paris’s wardrobe is an eclectic blend of coquette, gyaru, and figure skater fashion. Often wears pink, white, pastel blue or black. His clothes aren’t very revealing – he is quite fond of layering shirts and cardigans. He actually doesn’t wear skirts that often, opting more often for leggings. Paris wears false lashes often, and wears light, feminine makeup. Paris does wear masculine clothing, though only when he isn’t expecting to be photographed or seen in public.
As a male figure skater, on the rink, he is expected to ‘tone it down’ with the makeup and keep his hair tied back. During competitions and photoshoots, he presents more masculine, though still quite androgynous. His skating outfits possess a feminine flair.
Personality: Paris is fun-loving, boisterous, and goes through life like nothing phases him. (A facade, to be sure.) Paris strikes others as easy-going and snarky, but is pretty observant and manipulative. He definitely plays into his 'feminine wiles' schtick to get what he wants. However friendly he appears, Paris doesn't tolerate disrespect, and enjoys fighting fire with fire. He definitely enjoys humiliating people who cross him, and especially when they cross you. Paris is no stranger to off-color and lewd jokes, but would stop if you disapproved. Paris is notably much sweeter when talking to you.
Romantically, Paris had a bit of a rotating door until you caught his eye. Within celebrity circles, he's kind of regarded as a player. He wasn't unkind to women... he just moved on fast, often bored. Which is something that does not seem to be happening with you. ♡
Bonus: Paris is really popular online! He's witty and pretty tuned into current social media trends. He's streamed on Twitch multiple times just for fun, and is always bombarded with gifts. None of his fans' love matters as much as you do, though. He appeals to younger, queer people especially.
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere fic#femboy yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#mine#pariscore#intro post#theres actually so much more to say but lets keep it short here#his past. his need for found family. dear god#please look at the pinterest board i tried very hard
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Pitiful, You're Pitiful
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ch. ii
group : ateez
pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader
genre : angst, mature
word count : 3 k
warning : adultery, cheating, medical condition (?), mentions of loss/miscarriage, negative depiction of wooyoung
a/n : happy valentine's <3
It had been two months since the night you were intimate with Wooyoung and it was still suffocating to think about.
It hurts a lot actually. But you can't let your sadness take over you, especially when Wooyoung hasn't shown any concrete signs that you should be worried other than your feelings. So you kept it to yourself, you kept your anxiety in and with every trip and team dinner or client meeting, you convinced yourself that he was doing what he said he was doing no matter how nauseated it made you feel. The stress must've gotten to you badly because the nausea was starting to become unbearable and even made you vomit almost every day. You figured it was psychosomatic but since it had affected your housework (aka Wooyoung complaining that you were up late several times, Dayoung grumbling under her breath about you not even caring to make her breakfast, and Woohyun refusing to go to kindergarten because he was worried over you).
Today started quite roughly.
"MOM!"
You barely held onto the countertop of your sink when you heard your daughter huffing from the other side of the door. The pain in your head and the discomfort from your stomach made your body sway slightly and the second round of angry knocks felt like a hammer to your head.
"Mom, seriously, I'm gonna be late!" Dayoung sighed sharply. You could just imagine the look on her face and while you love your children to bits, the way your body was practically shutting down on you, it felt like you wanted to scream back at her to give you a break. But you kept reminding yourself that you're the parent, she's an angsty teenager and you can't create a hostile environment for your youngest.
By whatever force that was working in your favour, you managed to walk yourself to the door and though your hands were cold, clammy, and trembling, you were able to open the door to see your daughter glaring at you. "S-sorry sweetie, mommy's not feeling well right now," you sighed, wiping the cold sweat off your forehead with your palm.
Dayoung hated the way you referred to yourself as if she was still a child or something and she let you know her disdain with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. "If you were so against me taking the bus in the morning, you could've at least made an effort to be punctual. I had to dress Woohyun, you know that? He and his milk-drenched chin almost ruined my cardigan and uniform. How is it that I'm doing things you're supposed to? Couldn't you have gotten drunk during the weekends or something?" she sneered, oblivious that it had been a while since you touched alcohol because when you tried to have a glass the week before, you ended up throwing up for some reason. The throbbing was coming back along with annoyance and you couldn't help the sharp exhale that you let out, "Can you not be like this right now? You being disrespectful won't make me move any faster." At least Dayoung had the decency to shut her mouth but from the corner of your eyes, you could see her fists clenching. "Where's your dad anyways? He knew I was not feeling well, he could've taken you and Woohyun to school." Although you were sighing and struggling to move without keeling over, you still forced your body to cooperate, determined to prioritize your motherly duties above letting sickness take over you completely. Dayoung only leaned on the wall while texting her friend, completely aware that you had almost fallen over a couple of times as you changed into your jeans, "I don't know, Daddy seemed to be in a rush this morning. He went out like an hour earlier than usual, humming and mumbling something about meeting someone for coffee before going to the academy."
The lighthearted tone Dayoung used didn't hide the heaviness of those words. You had been rather preoccupied as a mom to really follow up on your instinct so when you heard that, you felt a chill down your spine. For a moment, you couldn't help but wonder what or why you felt like that. As quick as that doubt came, you brushed the thought away as you grabbed your bag, rushed your children out the door, and loaded them into your car.
Being a parent was truly a wonder because for a moment, while focusing on your children, you felt like your body was mending itself. The headache was gone, your joints were not achy, and the bloated feeling in your stomach was relieved. Maybe it was stress, a psychosomatic symptom because you had a feeling that something was wrong with Wooyoung and because nothing did, your body directed the feeling towards your health. It's possible, the body is mysterious and things that make almost 0 sense can happen in a blink of an eye.
But once you found yourself all alone after taking Woohyun to his class, you slumped against the side of your car, clutching your head as the pain suddenly returned all at once. It was then and there that you realized that something was going on with you and you needed to get it checked out immediately.
On the way to the hospital, your mind was at war. It was plagued with scary scenarios like cancer one moment before the logical side of your brain reasoned that it could be something as simple as indigestion, acid reflux or even stomach flu. The anxiety didn't die down and you thought that at moments like this, you needed your partner, you needed your husband. Your husband who in the past had gone above and beyond to nurse you back to health even when it was just your allergy acting up. It was ironic that as you smiled and reminisced about the things your husband did for you in the past, your phone let out a long dial tone that let you know that you couldn't reach your husband for the 5th time. The anxiety bubbled up at the pit of your stomach as your fear went on automation, immediately associating Wooyoung not accepting your calls as a bad omen. One by one, your brain started ticking off possibilities such as stomach cancer, bowel obstruction, and kidney problems. Then your daughter's jabs started popping in your head, her jabs about how you drink a lot. It wasn't like you get drunk on wine twice a week like a ritual but it was never like that. You do enjoy the occasional glass but even then, it was slightly less than the amount people usually pour and it never surpassed you feeling tingly. But maybe you had accidentally subconsciously increased your intake and what you were experiencing was liver failure.
Out of all the diagnoses you were fearing, you honestly weren't expecting the doctor to tell you that you were pregnant.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, the moment the doctor revealed the diagnosis, it was like a punch to the gut and you vomited all over the ER floor. On the plus side, you no longer feel bloated.
"I can't be pregnant, there's no way. I haven't been intimate with my husband in a long while," you said after gulping down the water one of the nurses brought for you. "Blood tests are rarely wrong, ma'am," the doctor pulled her stool closer to you and sat down to look at you straight in the eyes, "When was the last time you were intimate with your husband?" It was both easy and hard for you to remember the last time you had sex with Wooyoung. You couldn't even call it making love because it wasn't. He fucked you to shut you up and left you alone like a washed-up carcass. The urge to scream and go crazy was high as it seemed like such a joke to get pregnant from that one time.
You wanted to laugh, scream, cry at how ironic the situation was. How when you tried so hard to grow your family with your husband, you were met with heartbreak. But now that things were verging on collapsing, you were suddenly blessed with a person you didn't even know you'd been waiting for. But your brain hadn't caught up to that point, still in disbelief and maybe even shock.
The doctor's voice was merely a murmur at that point. You couldn't focus, you couldn't really comprehend what she was saying because you were so deep in your thoughts, your bitter thoughts of the situation. You were worried because after what happened to your last pregnancy, it took you a long while to be okay again. There was even a period of time when Wooyoung was the only functioning parent, taking care of the role of both mom and dad while you recuperate. Of course, you weren't expecting to lose this pregnancy too. Who would do that? But the fear existed, the fear remained a part of you and as much as you want to shed it, it was so hard.
Nevertheless, you couldn't help but let your mind wander and suddenly flicker into hope. Hope that this baby will bring your husband back, bring him back to the way he was before the loss you both experienced. Hoping that his distance was because he was also waiting for this same little stranger.
"Hey, (y/n)!"
You turned around and saw Yunho jogging towards you, huffing.
When did you get out of the ER? You felt a buzz in your hand from your phone and frowned when you saw the message. When did you make an OB appointment?
Whatever the answer was, you immediately tried to shove your worries away and put on a smile, trying to appear normal or somewhat okay in front of your husband's friend.
Before you could greet him back, however, he cut you off, "I came as soon as I heard," he panted. "What?" you chuckled awkwardly, not understanding what he meant but slightly worried because you had thought someone saw you in the ER and heard what you and the doctor were talking about and informed other people. "How's Wooyoung? Was it really a heart attack? I heard he hit his head or something. Which room is he in?" It felt like you were the one who hit their head because you had no idea what Yunho was saying. You waved your hands in front of Yunho's face to stop his rants, "Whoah, Yunho, what are you talking about?" Now it was Yunho's turn to be confused. "I-I was informed by the academy's front desk that Wooyoung got hurt. They said they called Wooyoung in because he missed his special trainee class and they got information that he was hurt and that he was admitted here so I thought that he was with you."
In a flash, you turned and dashed to the information desk, Yunho hot on your tail. the both of you stayed close as you go up to the room Wooyoung was admitted in, worry evident in the way you both looked but it was definitely more prominent on you.
Once on the floor, you ran out first to the nurse's station before Yunho could even register that the elevator door had opened. Your hands accidentally slammed loudly on the hard surface of the counter, making Yunho and the nurses in the station to jump slightly in shock, "Hi, I-I'm looking for Jung Wooyoung, he was just admitted not too long ago," you were on the verge of crying because you were so worried and you felt and that you didn't even know your husband got hurt. The nurse checked her computer for a second before looking back at you, "He is on this floor but I'm afraid I can't let you visit him just yet. His wife is in there with him and considering the situation, we were instructed to let him get his rest first. Visitors are permitted once Mr Jung's doctor clears him and you will be notified by his wife." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and so did Yunho at the revelation, "That... That can't be right, I'm his wife," you said, surprising the nurse. She produced a guest sign-in form on a clipboard and muttered to herself, "I- well, there was this lady who came in with him and she told the doctor that they were in their bedroom when Mr Jung had the accident. She mentioned- I- I think she mentioned that she was his partner, s-so I just assumed she was his wife because of the ring on his finger," she meekly showed you the signature on the clipboard but it looked unfamiliar.
"Yeon Harin? That's our backup dancer," Yunho scoffed from behind you, "What's she doing here with Wooyoung?"
Dread washed over you like the water from a river in winter. The look on your face was enough to let not only the nurse who talked to you but the other nurses around know what was going on. Guilt gnawed at them when they saw your face paled and eyes glazed over as if they were the ones who committed such betrayal towards you. However, it took Yunho a moment to realize. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lingered on the name as his brain replayed the information he received. Dots connecting one by one, Yunho felt like he was being punched in the gut. "Oh fuck," he cussed under his breath, realizing what just happened. Realizing what his revelation of the identity did, "(y/n), a-"
Before he could ask if you were alright, you had pushed yourself away from the station, eye unfocused as if searching for a way to escape. "I... T-thank you... C-can, uh... Can I come back later with my hus- Wooyoung's things? W-what time is the cutoff time for visitors?" You did not notice it but your voice trembled, breaking slightly even as you tried communicating with the nurses in a voice so small, that they had to not breathe to hear you clearly. It was obvious that you were trying to hold yourself together, but it was also probably because you were processing the information. The head nurse pushed past from the back of the station and addressed you directly with a gentle, motherly smile, it was a shame you didn't see it. "Cut-off time is in 2 hours which will be at 12 pm and it will reopen at 6-8 pm. But for family members, there isn't really a cut-off time, I'll make sure Mr Jung's visitor is out of his room soon," at least someone had the decency to do what's right.
You didn't even remember if you told the nurses thank you because when your senses returned, you found yourself already walking back towards the elevator. "(y/n)? Hey, are you okay?" Yunho called out, making his presence and proximity obvious to you. You wanted to tell him that you were fine, but how could you? Your assumption was just confirmed in such a public place in a situation the same hour you found out you were pregnant in the same place you found out that your husband was hurt and you weren't there for him. Although his side piece was there and considering that he was with her when he was supposed to be at a very important class due to the account and his own ownership of account management, he must've prioritized her presence more. Yunho didn't press you for a reply though, he just wanted to make sure you were okay, he wanted to make sure he could give you what you needed which was tricky since he had no idea what to do. He too, was still processing the information and trying to make sense of things. Was his assumption even correct? Was his friend really that much of a monster? So when you hopped in the elevator, Yunho didn't know if he was supposed to let you go by yourself or jump in and drive you home. Were you even going home? Why were you even there if you didn't even know that Wooyoung was admitted?
When you finally spared Yunho a glance, the door was starting to close and with a smile that haunted him for weeks, you spoke, "Don't tell Wooyoung about this, okay?" and the door closed, leaving Yunho worried and conflicted because all he wanted to do was go into Wooyoung's room and demand an explanation but with what you said, he couldn't. Could he?
When you heard the door closed, your body slumped to the wall and you felt your legs turn to jelly. Your intuition was right, he was being unfaithful and his timing, as always, was just perfect because the day you found out the truth just had to be the same day you found out that you were pregnant with the baby he fucked into you so coldly. A wave of nausea bubbled up in your stomach and your chest burned. The moment the door of the elevator opened, you ran out and your legs took you to the parking lot where you vomited out the bile that was probably the physical form of your feeling. Though the pressure was relieved, you could still feel the sting and burn in your throat, the bitterness in your tongue, and the dread washing over you.
Hunched over the bushes, you found it hard to straighten up and walk. At that moment, you want everything to stop because it was too much, it was too much for you to bear to bear alone.
Mere realization was not enough because you were in denial, you wanted to believe that it was just a dream, that you were hallucinating, that your husband was not the asshole but you were for wanting him to be a monster so much that your brain had somehow warped reality and created this scenario for you to hold onto.
Honestly, you didn't know what to process first.
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Matt with a GIRLY ASS GF, I’m talking feminine energy coquette, bows, pink, I want it ALL😫😫 I can’t the thought of Matt having masculine energy being protective over his gf, I know it’s not a request request more like an idea, you can go about however you’d like, but plssss
Dally
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: A short little imagine about Matt with a girly girl for a girlfriend🎀💞
Warning⚠️: None, honestly I’m not 100% what tf coquette is LOLL, or like being a girly girl, so I tried my best. It’s also super short because it was more of like a blur idea I had, but I hope you enjoy🥹
Song for the imagine: Primadonna- MARINA
Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can’t help that I need it all
Pink, bows, teddy bears, sparkles, more pink, more bows. I mean that was my whole lifestyle. I loved everything girly ever since I was a little girl.
Most of the time boys ran away when they would see my room. Scared at how girly and dainty it was. However when I showed Matt my room his eyes lit up.
To see this tattooed, rugid, dark person in my bright pink filled room made my heart flutter. I mean totally not his aesthetic, but somehow we worked together?
My room was full of pink and white, teddy bears, there were bows on everything, sparkles, dainty white curtains, light pink carpets. I mean it was like Paris Hilton threw up everywhere. To see Matt look at everything with a smile on his face. To watch him sit on my bed, his black outfit clashing against my bright room.
Matt was so adorable. I mean he’d let me do whatever I wanted with him, but would also turn around and snap someone’s neck for me. He was so overprotective of me, often giving men looks and comments if they ever tried to say anything to me.
But then that same night we’d be laying in my bed as I mindlessly tied bows in his hair to make us laugh. Laughing at how silly he looked as I laid a kiss on his lips while we giggled. And snapping pictures for instagram.
Matt loved buying me gifts, and making sure I sat at home looking pretty for him. I’d wake up to a new package almost everyday. Pink boots, a white shirt with bows, more bows for my hair, a new teddy bear for my collection, cardigans, makeup….I mean everything I ever wanted Matt got for me.
I sat at home primping myself for him as he was out there working to bring home money. I always felt bad, but it was something Matt insisted I do. He wanted me to sit still and look pretty for him.
He used to take me shopping, but the last time we went to the mall he almost got into a fight with some guy hitting on me. Honestly I was ignoring the guy, so I didn’t even know he was saying things to me.
Up until Matt moved me out the way and got in the guys face. I mean security had to step in. That was the last time we went out. Matt said “I can’t have my precious baby getting disrespected by random creeps”. I mean agree, but also I missed shopping
Because of this Matt gave me his card information, so anything I wanted I could just buy. I bought one thing, and I just didn’t like to buy stuff without asking.
However recently I’ve been very into coquette style, and Matt has no idea what that means, so he just tells me to swipe his cards and do as I please. I haven’t because I like to ask permission first.
I’ve been eyeing these shoes for a few weeks now, and they’re $250. Something Matt would say is nothing, but to me that’s so expensive. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them though. I had a tab open on them and stared at them for hours on end.
Finally one day I decided to text Matt
Matt🧸
-Hi babyyyyy :)
-Hi my precious baby!
-I have a question….
-what’s up?
-sooo there’s these coquette shoes I want, and I’ve been eyeing them for sooo long
-what is it with this coquette shit??
-IDKKK, but I love them. They’re the perfect coquette aesthetic
-Coquette this….coquette that…how about you coquette a job😀
-Matt…. That’s not funny😐
-I’m kidding, baby! Charge the Amex. How many times do I have to tell you? Get whatever you want!!
-Nooo I hate doing that. I like to ask permission before buying anything with your money😔
-baby I earn this money for you! I love seeing you in your outfits with your shoes. I love seeing you happy. So please get whatever you want!❤️
-okay baby. Thank you 🥹
-Of course my love💞🎀
Matt was the best thing to ever happen to me. I was able to be me because he loved me for me. And I’m sure he loved me for my pink lingerie sets I always had on deck for him….
The End
Y’all…..IDFK WHAT THIS IS OK😭😭 idk anything about a girly girl aesthetic or coquette, so I did what I could😔. However I hope you enjoyed🥹🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets imagines#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo x reader
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Queening the Pawn Act 3 Part 9
Two layers of sepia flashback now? When will it end??
Acts 1-2
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Series of flashbacks in sepia tone. Nandor stretching his arms out toward Guillermo, hissing in an attempt to be intimidating, while Guillermo shrugs in response, unaffected. Nandor and Guillermo sitting on either side of a chess board, Guillermo grinning happily as he moves a black knight and Nandor dropping his jaw in affront. Close up of Guillermo in a robe, glaring and dripping wet, as he drags a towel off his head. Guillermo standing in his vest and trenchcoat, stake in one hand and flashlight in another as he issues commands to someone behind him. Guillermo snorting and attempting to stifle a laugh as he stands at attention behind a sitting Nandor, Nandor glaring at him over his shoulder, embarrassed. Present Nandor's dialogue continues over the top: "He is always disrespecting me! He never lets me win at chess and is always undermining and disagreeing with me. We do not like all the same things and some of the things he likes are very stupid, but I do not tell him that. He is obstinate and petty and...and...and this new uppity attitude of his is very annoying."
2a. Flashbacks continue: Waist up of Guillermo in a cardigan, smiling mischievously as he gestures with two pointer fingers. Waist up of Guillermo in his vest and trenchcoat flaring behind him, eyes focused and serious on the viewer. Close up of Guillermo sleeping in his wedding outfit, head lolled forward on his chest and jacket pulled over him like a blanket, a crude penis drawn on his forehead. Waist up of Guillermo in his versace shirt grinning shyly at the viewer as he adjusts the gold watch on his wrist. Multiple faded shots of Nandor and Guillermo from the previous act, Guillermo practically sitting in his lap as they lean closer and closer. Present Nandor's dialogue continues: "Like, 'oh, I killed a few vampires and lived without you for a year and I didn't even miss you'. And now acting like he is so strong...and clever...and handsome...and selfless... And the thought of him leaving me is like a stake through my chest - stakes that he is always sharpening, by the way! And it is not as sexy as he thinks it is! Love is supposed to feel good! It is supposed to be easy; it is not supposed to hurt like this! And I... I..." 2b. Bursting into focus and out of the sepia is one last memory of Guillermo from Nandor's POV, hair disheveled, eyes red and tired but pulled wide and shining as he stares at the viewer in shock and awe, whispering, "You love me."
3a. Close up of Nandor back in the present on a mottled brown background, a bloom of white forming a halo behind his head. His hands pause on a lock of hair he had been anxiously tugging at - the same lock he had gripped in the final part of act 2. He stares into the distance as his eyes widen and shine with wonder, cheeks flushing purple. He says aloud, "I am...in love with Guillermo?" 3b. Repeat, smaller, as Nandor looks up and glares, flustered, at the crew offscreen, spluttering "Why are you exchanging currency? I'm having a big revelation over here!" /end ID
#wwdits#queening the pawn#nandermo#mlm#what we do in the shadows fx#what we do in the shadows#my art#fanart#fan comic#image described
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Disrespect- Wizarding world.
Summary: You’re tired and overwhelmed and in a serious bad mood, bu that doesnt mean you can take it out on Remus without punishment.
Warnings: Pet names, disrespectful behaviour, nudity, Sub & Dom dynamics, subspace, punishment, crying, spanking, little angsty.
Pairing: Wolfstar x GN!Reader.
Word count: 2,300.
"I'm just trying to help you, Bunny, it'll make it easier for you," Remus muttered mindlessly as he skimmed the pages of his book. I rolled my eyes and huffed out a breath before throwing my own potions book on the bed away from me, sour-faced.
"Y/N, watch your attitude." Sirius piped up, raising his eyebrow at me. I ignored him and buried my face in the blankets of Moony's bed. I knew the use of my name instead of a nickname was a serious warning rather than a passing comment but I wasn't in the mood for him to complain about my behaviour. I was stressed, overtired, overworked, overwhelmed and in need of an escape into my subspace but hadn't had the chance for a while.
"I'm just saying, if you don't get some work done now then you'll end up stressing and cramming all your work in at the last minute. You know I'm right Bun." I scoffed, lifting my head as I sat up and staring at the lycanthrope who looked rather surprised at me.
"I'm not a child Remus, I know how to manage myself." I shot back, glaring slightly as I hopped off the bed in a huff.
"Last warning Y/N, you won't be told again." I met Sirius' gaze, challenging him slightly with a scowl.
"Whatever," I knew I was being unreasonable but my bad mood had taken over completely. "Stop acting like you know everything Remus." That was my last word before I grabbed my bag and stormed out of their dorm and down to the black lake for some alone time.
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Two days had passed since I had spoken to Remus like crap and on the first day I didn't speak to either of them, knowing they were too pissed off, the second-day things seemed to have settled a little, speaking to me but not being as close and open as they usually were. The guilt of the situation had hit me hard and I scolded myself in my head every hour as I watched how Remmy had shut down a little, distancing himself. I had nested myself into bed at night in the girl's dorm, feeling unusually cold because my boys weren't cuddling me to sleep but I was also too stubborn and hated apologising.
Knowing if I didn't apologise it wouldn't be resolved, I had stashed myself way in their dorm room after my lessons so that when they got back from their lessons I would be there and I could bite back my stubbornness and say I was sorry to my boyfriends. I had planted myself in the middle of Remus' bed with my books around me, completing homework, so that I would be the first thing he saw when he walked in which meant he couldn't avoid me. I had changed out of my uniform shirt and gown into one of his shirts and the bottom half of my uniform to be more comfortable and mostly so I could smell him around me.
Just as I had predicted, Moony walked in first, laughing alongside Sirius, until his gaze fell upon mine and then the laughing stopped much to my disappointment; I loved the sound of his laugh. He walked over to his bed, placing his things on the bedside table before I caught his attention by holding my arms out for a hug. I knew he wouldn't deny me a hug even though he was mad. I wrapped my arms around him and cuddled into his neck, guilt setting in again when he kissed my cheek.
"How was your day Poppet?" I peeked over Remmy's shoulder at Siri, giving him a small, unsure smile.
"Boring and tiring, my head feels frazzled," I muttered, pouting slightly. Remus released me from the hug and continued to put all his things away, changing into sweatpants and a cardigan as he went. I watched with sad eyes as they flickered between the two marauders. I was staring at my hands in my lap as Remus came and sat on his bed, book in hand, and rested on the headboard. I crawled over to him, biting my lip unsurely before sitting beside him and waiting for him to look up.
"What do you need?" He raised an eyebrow but didn't look up, his voice was flat and void of emotion. I had really upset him this time. "You just gonna sit there watching hmm?" I shook my head and lifted up his chin so he would look at me.
"I wanted to say sorry Moony, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that and I know it was wrong." His eyes observed me the whole time as I fought the tremble of my lip. "I didn't mean what I said and I won't do it again. I know you're jus' trying to look after me." I played with his fingers as I spoke, a nervous feeling running through me at the thought of him not accepting the apology and hating me.
"Thank you for apologising Bun, I'm glad that you recognised your mistake and were able to be brave about it. I just care about you is all and I don't want you making yourself ill over work. Next time just listen if I advise you on something okay?" He soothed, his hand squeezing mine as I nodded at him. "Good." I smiled slightly, looking up at him. I knew this wouldn't be all, after all, I was due a punishment and was happy to take it, I had behaved badly after all.
"Y/N come on Poppet, the sooner this is over the sooner you can cuddle and rest." Sirius beckoned me over but not before Remus gave me a quick kiss on the lips, making me smile against him. I stood in front of Sirius as he made himself comfortable on the big armchair, my hands crossed in front of my lap. "Strip to your underwear Poppet." I did as I was told, not wanting to get in any more trouble but left my socks on to keep my toes warm. He nodded as I did and folded my uniform onto the chest at the end of his bed. Within seconds I was back in front of him and he had his hands on my hips. "Now, you know you have to be punished for your behaviour s'be a good Puppy and take what you're given, okay?" I let my eyes glance to Remmy on his bed who sat reading his book, letting Sirius get on with the task at hand. Siri began to pull me closer to him, so he could lay me across his lap but before he could I planted my feet firmly on the ground. The look of annoyance on his face unnerved me, making Remus look up at my defiance but I pouted at him sadly.
"Remmy, I'm sorry," I whispered, "Siri kisses?" My eyebrows furrowed as I bit my lip and tangled my fingers together.
"Of course Poppet." A grin spread on his face as he pulled me in for a kiss, being gentle and comforting as he brushed my hair behind my ear. He knew how on-edge punishments got me and was typically gentle unless he was in a terrorising kind of mood. "Now do as you're told and lay across m'lap, don't want more punishment than is needed do we?" The question was rhetorical and a warning at the same time so I wrapped my arms around his leg whilst I laid myself on his legs, face down.
I braced myself for the first swat as he rubbed my butt, running his fingers over my pale skin which we both knew wouldn't last long. My body tensed as his hand was removed and came down on my flesh with a crack. It wasn't the worst I'd had off him but I knew it would feel worse once my skin started to welt and become more sensitive. The second one came quickly after and I winced at the feeling, shifting uncomfortably until his free hand came to rest on my back, both comforting me and holding me still. I became more sensitive every time his hand came into contact with my ass, after trying to keep my eyes open the tears began to sting them and I squeezed them shut as I whimpered and winced at the pain, my body jolting with each hit.
It felt like I had laid there for hours as each swat followed on from the next, alternating between each side and different areas so it didn't do too much damage. My whimpers soon turned into little cries and then into full-grown sobs which I huffed out, gripping the material of Sirius' trousers as tears spilt over my cheeks and onto the fabric. I had given up wriggling around and trying to stay quiet, knowing it was pointless as my skin seared. Broken sobs filled the room as the spanking came to an end, leaving me with a welted ass, tear streaks everywhere and laboured breathing. Once he had finished, Sirius leaned down and pressed a small kiss to my sore skin, rubbing his thumb over my back in comfort.
"Okay, Poppet, all done now." He sat me up gently so my legs were on either side of his body, smiling at me as I whined when my skin pressed against his trouser material. There was the terrorising side of him, amused by my discomfort.
"All done?" I whimpered, rubbing my eyes as I hiccuped out more sobs.
"Yes Poppet, all done. You took it so well, like a good puppy." I nodded and fell forward onto his chest with a small huff in exhaustion as he soothed me. My hands shook as they curled into his hair, playing with the strands whilst Remmy wandered around the room to find something. I struggled to keep my eyes open as tiredness and headspace set in making me feel fuzzy and soft.
"Bunny, you have to let us put some cream on before you sleep, where do you want to lie." Remus appeared in front of me with a concerned look on his face. I opened my eyes as wide as I could, pouting at his statement but sitting up slowly. I tried to ignore the soreness of my skin as I did but the way the material rubbed against it made the tears appear once more. With an accompanying cry, I held my arms up at the lycanthrope, making grabby hands as he cooed at me. "Okay Bunny, I've got you little one." He recognised the signs of subspace and picked me up, holding me to his chest as I wrapped my legs around him. The two walked over to Remus' bed and sat down with me lying on Moony's chest so my backside was accessible. "Y'gonna let Pads put some aloe on Bunny, it'll help with the pain." I nodded, remembering the reason I had gotten myself into this mess and scooting up Remmy's chest to rest my head in the crook of his neck for my own comfort.
I hissed as the cold cream came into contact with my hot skin, soothing the red, hand-print-shaped welts as I tightened my grip on my Dom. Once in a while, a whimper escaped my throat and a kiss was pressed to my head or the small of my back as they both soothed me. The cream had been applied generously before they manoeuvred me into a loose pair of their boxers and left on Remmy's shirt. I clambered back onto Moony's lap and nuzzled into his chest, drawing patterns on his cardigan as he petted my head sweetly.
"You did so good for Pads today Bun, I'm so proud of you." His coos filled me with happiness and I sighed in relief.
"I thought y'both wouldn't want me anymore 'cause of the way I spoke to you Remmy," I muttered into his chest, fingers tightening in the material of his cardigan. "You do still want me right?"
"Hey little one, of course, we do, we'll always want you Y/N, a bit of bad behaviour because you've got a lot going on isn't going to change that." He lifted my head so I could look into his eyes as he spoke and I nodded, biting my lip. Sirius came to join us on the bed and sat beside Remmy leaning against the headboard.
"Don't ever think we don't want you Poppet," He chipped in, "We know it's difficult for you and sometimes you need something to help you relax or put you back in your place. There are times when you're gonna lash out but that doesn't mean we'll ever not want you." I giggled as he tickled my ribs gently, rolling his eyes playfully at Remus' warning look as if to tell him not to get me wound up when I needed to rest.
"Come on now Bunny, settle down and get some rest." Remmy laid me between the both when he noticed me rubbing my eyes with balled-up fists, yawning as my body started to shut down. I cuddled into Remus' side as I burrowed between them both, too tired to care about my skin rubbing against the material of the boxers lightly.
Night Remmy, Night Siri," I mumbled with closed eyes, smiling as a blanket was pulled over me and Sirius cuddled me from behind, careful of my butt. "Love you both so much."
"Goodnight Bunny." Remus soothed, kissing my head.
"We love you too, Poppet," Sirius added, kissing my shoulder.
And with that, I fell into the best sleep I'd had in the past week, glad I'd made up with the two most important people in my life.
#wizarding world x reader#wizarding world imagines#wizarding world#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#brat!reader#sub!reader#dom!remus lupin#sirius black#sirius black x reader#dom!sirius black
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Joel Miller masterlist
✰ : contains smut
☾ : contains dark themes
☁ : contains fluff
ϟ : contains angst
dividers by @saradika
Mini Multi-chapter fics (completed)
*for multi-chapter fics, read warnings on each chapter's page
My boyfriend's parents (Tess x Joel x reader): After Chad cheated on you, his father shows you what a real man is like. His wife joins in.
My boyfriend’s dad
My ex boyfriend’s parents
The neighbor’s daughter: (dad’s neighbor! joel x reader, no outbreak AU)
Home, sweet home
Pool party
Hello again
She knows
Trust
Lucky for me, I run on spite and sweet revenge (Joel x ennemy ! reader)
Lucky for me, I run on spite and sweet revenge
I can sabotage me by myself
Everyone is a bad guy
The handyman (Jackson ! Joel and reader) : You break your bed and you ask Joel to fix it.
The handyman
The handyman part 2
Birthday: (dbf!joel x reader) : You meet your dad's best friend at the bar where you're celebrating your birthday.
Mr Miller’s birthday gift
Happy birthday, Mr Miller
Long Multi-chapter fics (completed)
Dressed for revenge (Joel x nb!oc): A cult. A lost human wandering like a ghost. A world infested by cordyceps. A care taker. A little girl who’s immune. A newly formed trio on a quest to vengeance, but also on a quest to find themselves.
Masterlist for dressed for revenge
Long Multi-chapter fics (in progress)
Something in the shadows When a girl is found by Ellie just outside of Jackson, covered in what seems to be scratches from a beast, the community realizes that the infected might not be the only monsters out there.
Masterlist for Something in the shadows
Oneshots and requests
Big man, little dignity ✰ ϟ: Joel saves your hopeless ass and he gets stuck with you for a while, but it doesn't seem to bother him.
Rooting for the antihero ✰ ϟ: You and your “business” partner, Joel, go out of the QZ for a deal. Everything goes to shit and feelings are revealed.
I’m starvin’, darling ✰ : dbf!joel insists that you sit on his face.
Famous last words ☾ ✰: you're Joel's ennemy and he has you trapped to perform sweet torture on your body.
Save your cowboy ϟ ✰: You learn that Joel is from Texas and you take pleasure in calling him cowboy.
Looking for love ☁ : You're a divorced mother who takes wood working classes in hopes to find the right man.
The first time you met a clicker ϟ ☁ : You and Joel get attacked by a clicker.
Horseback flirting ✰: You get excited and flirtatious during a horse ride with Joel.
Bella ☁: Taking a bath with Joel.
No bullies : Professor!Joel defends plus size!reader who gets bullied.
Surprise party ϟ ✰: Sarah is your best friend and you've been in love with her dad since forever.
Warming you up ✰ : Joel warms you up at night.
Only angel ✰: You ask Joel to take your virginity before a date with another man from Jackson.
5+1 ☁: 5 times Joel Miller did something for you and 1 time he did something for himself.
Cardigan ϟ ✰: You fall in love with your dad's boss and it's a beautiful disaster.
Epiphany ϟ ✰: Your new neighbor is a war veteran with a lot of scars
Attraction spell ✰☾ : Vampire!joel stalks you and takes you for himself.
Devour ✰: You make Joel dress up as a werewolf on Halloween and you pay for it.
Sleep ✰: Joel fucks you in your sleep.
Evening softness✰☁ : You and Joel talk about your respective days at work.
Doing the work ✰: Joel's back hurts and he wishes he could please you. So you offer to ride him.
Tis the damn season ✰☁: You finally hope to get Joel Miller's attention at your annual family Christmas party (dbf!joel)
Playing Santa ✰☁: Joel dresses up as Santa for the kids of Jackson. It shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.
A bad deal ☾✰: Joel disrespects you and you make him pay for it. (non con, dark fic)
Take it✰: Your ex-girlfriend's father punishes you.
#masterlist#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you
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Getting there. Aziraphale remains bad at texting.
Crowley's phone blooped again. “Oop…there’s a meeting at the church.”
“Well, you’re not going.”
“I am,” said Crowley. “And miss out on all the fun?”
“But you can’t go inside.”
“No, but you can. And you can text me everything that’s going on. Pop your phone under the edge of the pew and tap away.”
“That seems disrespectful,” said Aziraphale.
“So is luring Nazis into a church, but you did that anyway. Deep down you love all that cloak and dagger business.”
“So do you,” said Aziraphale, snatching up her old yellow cardigan from the back of a chair. “You just want to be James Bond.”
“Yes,” said Crowley, waving her phone. “And now the humans have invented full-on Bond gadgets – and everybody has them. Come on. It would be rude not to use them, and you could do with the texting practice, anyway.”
“Why? What’s the matter with my texting? I thought I’d improved, actually.”
“Yeah, you’re getting there,” said Crowley, on her way out of the front door. Never had a demon seemed more eager to go church. “You’ve gone from Victorian epistolary novels to early twentieth century telegrams. You don’t have to put STOP at the end of every line, you know. And you still don’t get the acronyms.”
“They’re not acronyms. They’re abbreviations. Unless you can explain to me how LMAO is a thing that your average human says out loud.”
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Hi do you still write for disney's descendants? if so can you do headcanons of being siblings with the VKs? and if possible the siblings came with them to the school. sorry for my bad english
Being siblings with each VK + going to Auradon with them would include :
IM BAAAAACK!! It has been a while since I have posted so I am currently working through requests :)
Mal :
Homie would be overprotective af
This lady ain’t having any Auradon dweebs getting you on her watch
Always encouraging you to be the best version of yourself
Or in Maleficent’s case the worst
Y’all are not that big on boys, girls etc before Mal meets Ben
Mix and matching leather jackets
Being the biggest chaos causes wherever you guys go
Finding it hard to be positive about school when Mal wants you to be miserable about it all
Her helping you to control your powers which are cool im gonna be honest
Sharing differences and similarities with Mal
She just wants to keep you safe from bad people in the world
Ironic for a VK right?
Especially from rats in Auradon
Feeling pressured by your mom when she wants you to steal the magic wand
Liking Ben and not finding it difficult to adjust to being good
Evie :
Now this one encourages you to interact with others
She wants to get you as far out of your shell as possible
Cause poor girl ain’t got a clue what will happen if you all get caught stealing the wand
Wanting you to get a partner
But asking them lots of intimidating kind questions if you do
Doing group sewing + art!
Always trying on each other’s clothing
Having matching magic mirrors
Creating a Chad hate club
Evie being the favourite child but always defending you
Going on shopping sprees when you arrive at Auradon
Trying hard to empress everyone
But then realising that it is really impossible
Evie wanting to dye your hair
Her chasing you around with the hair dye
Actually secretly wanting to be good from the beginning
Carlos :
Always being super close to each other
Thing 1 = you / Thing 2 = Carlos
Actually quite liking dogs
Lol your brother did not like that one
Until you got Dude obviously (you was his fav)
Always having super fluffy jumpers or cardigans
Enjoying sweet treats with him at midnight
Literally menaces to the cooking club
Softest member of the VK’s
Collecting stuffed animals to annoy Carlos
Then proceeding to throw them at each other
Fairy Godmother actually really liking you
You going into Remedial Goodness 101 early so you both can have a chat
Honestly loving the Auradon vibe
Cheering Carlos on when he plays Tourney
+ shipping him with Jane!!
Literally acting like kids the whole time
Wanting to open an animal club in Auradon
Tbh you was already sliding to the side of good as soon as you arrived
Jay :
My mans is on a whole other level of protective
Like you thought Mal was bad
Whether your on the isle or in Auradon this boy has your back
Him always glaring at the boys whenever they look at you for too long
Even at poor Carlos, who has no clue what is going on
Teaching you how to steal
Reminding your father of Jasmine
You + Evie + Mal are the perfect trio
Doing laps around the museum to try and find any lamps
Not your proudest moment ngl
You plus Lonnie equals BESTIES!!
Jay making you always watch him play sports
Stealing his beanies all the time
Hiding in spots around Auradon so he has to try and find you
You best hope that none of them princes disrespect you
Cause they gon get an ass whoopin
Honestly not caring about whether you’re good or not
As long as you have your brother and your friends
#x reader#y/n#reader insert#x fem!reader#x female reader#x fem reader#x female!reader#fluff#would include#descendants x reader#descendants#evie grimhilde#mal descendants#jay descendants#carlos devil
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Lost Together II
Sequel to Forbidden Lessons
Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.
Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.
Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.
As promised, you have a bed to lay your head. A room to call your own. For now. You're not yet convinced this will be forever. Loki needed to hide you and do it quick. You would hate to overstay your welcome. Especially once there's a squalling baby attached to you.
You don't have much. Thor found some clothes for you, freshly washed along with the bedding. Some loose cardigans, a few oversized dresses and some wool stockings. He apologised profusely that it was all he could get for you. You assured him it was fine but he was less than content with your affirmation. You're flattered by his concern.
You settle in, exhausted but without reason. You didn't do much aside from read an old book about a woman on an ocean liner, travelling to a new life. Every time you tried to help, Thor firmly but gently ordered you to stop. You'd hate to disrespect his home so you obeyed.
Little by little, the displacement fades away and you doze off. You sink into a deep sleep, on your back, snoring loud enough to hear in your dreams. For once, you make it through the night without waking up, but when you do, you hear a sonorous rumbling from the hall.
It takes a moment to remember where you are. You stare at the blank ceiling and let your eyes travel down the wallpaper. You roll onto your side and sit up with a groan, folding back the flannel sheet and thick quilt. You rub your shoulders and stretch out your neck as you stand. Ugh, you feel gross.
You rub your stomach as it boils. It isn't going to settle. You put a cardigan over your borrow nightgown and twist back the creaky oval handle of the door. You step out into the hall, the floorboards cold against your soles.
You turn towards the bathroom and as you make your way down, the low deep mutter comes clearer. You slow down even as the constricting in your stomach gets more urgent.
The door is slightly ajar. You can see Thor's shadow moving on the other side. There's another bathroom on the first floor, you might-- nope, you can't make it.
You knock on the door, more frantic than you mean to as you clap a hand over your mouth.
"Huh!" Thor grunts and the door swings open. He holds a wide brush with a furrow in his forehead as he faces you. You wave your free hand as you desperately clamp your other palm against your lips.
He moves and ushers you in with his arm. You don't think of how cramped it is as you race past him and flip up the toilet lid. You drop to your knees and hug the bowl, wrenching without restraint as your insides spasm.
"Oh, mouse," Thor grumbles over you. You wince as his large hand touches your back and he bend over you, "get it all out."
You have no choice. You heave until you're empty then hang heavily over the contents of your stomach. You reach up shakily and flush. Breathless, you accept a washcloth from Thor and wipe your mouth.
"I should've warned you. Any blood of my brother will cause trouble," Thor jokes as he gently squeezes your shoulder, "here."
He offers his hand and helps you to your feet. He cranks the four-pronged faucet and lets the water flow. You rinse your face then your mouth, before reaching for your tooth brush. He hovers behind you, his hands clutched over his large stomach as he watches you in the mirror. You spit out the toothpaste and look at him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," you saw as you wash the bristles.
"Not at all, I was only..." he raises a hand to rub his neck, "I... was trying to deal with this... rat's nest."
He lowers his eyes and you see how his cheeks turn rosy. You look at the counter and see the broken comb and the brush he held before. You glance at him again and notice a few shakes smoothed out.
"Oh, uh, did you... did you have any conditioner? Or coconut oil?" You ask as you face him. "It will help with the tangles."
He pets his beard meekly and stares at the floor, "I didn't think of it..."
"Can I... Can I help? It might be easier than doing it yourself."
He blinks and peeks up at you, head still tilted down, "you would do that?"
"Sure. Why not? I'm kind of an expert. My barbie's used to get all matted," you shrug.
"Hm, I suppose I wouldn't be able to get the back... my next option was the razor," he says grimly.
"Oh, no, we can handle this," you grab the brush, "so... let me see if I can find anything to make this easier..."
"I shall find a chair," he suggests."
You look around the bathroom but only find shampoo and soap. Not of much help. You hear Thor approach from down the hall and he enters with a wooden chair and a jar. Hr presents the latter to you as he plants the former on the tile.
"Oil," he announces proudly, "might be a bit old..."
"That'll do," you smile and twist off the cap.
He lowers himself onto the chair, his shoulders straight and set. You near as scoop out a little oil with your fingertips. You take a lock of hair and grease it up, putting the brush to the tails of it as you start to work out the knots.
"It's easier if you start at the end," you explain, "then you don't make new knots."
"Oh," he utters. "You know, you don't have to..."
"Please, it keeps my mind off of how crummy I feel," you say, "and really I don't mind."
"Mmm, I shouldn't have let it get so bad."
"Nothing that can't be fixed," you use your fingers to loosen some matting, working closer to the scalp.
"I suppose..." he murmurs and you notice his shoulders relax just a little.
"You have beautiful hair," you say, "it's a nice colour. Thick. Not like Loki's."
He snorts. You let yourself laugh as you continue on your task. He shifts but doesn't pull away.
"He's adopted, you know?" Thor says, "if you can't guess."
"Ah, well, that's... interesting," you comment; that might explain a few things. "I don't have any siblings."
"They are both good company and the worst," he chuckles, "how's it looking, mouse?"
"Not so bad," you move on to a new section, "but you might smell like coconut for a while."
#thor#dark thor#dark!thor#thor x reader#drabble#au#series#forbidden lessons#lost together#sequel#marvel#mcu#avengers
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✨ An Analysis of Shiki Misaki ✨
Neku, Beat, & Josh were all bitter towards the world because they felt like they couldn't be understood. Shiki stood out from them in that she outright wanted people to perceive her in a different way than she actually was.
It's interestingly ironic since she's the most accepting & empathetic out of the whole group. She's more than willing to encourage others to open up so she may understand them, & yet, she's very unwilling to show her "true self" out of fear that she's not good enough to be cared about in return. It shows how unworthy she feels in comparison to those around her. She even puts herself down at several points, subtly or not.
She was patient with Neku, gentle with Beat, & she'd likely be kind with Joshua. But she believes she's not like them. She shouldn't be herself. If she were, it'd expose just how unimpressive she truly is. Nobody would like her & her friendships would fall apart.
However, as good as her intuition is, she's very incorrect about that. Eri, who's apparently a large source of her self-hatred, adores Shiki. Claims to be nothing without her. Neku, a guy who hated humanity & pushed everyone away, warmed up to Shiki in a matter of days because of the cracks in her façade revealing someone he could have better respect for. He outright says he likes her as she is & to discard the notion that she has to be like Eri.
Shiki - insecure lil Shiki - caused a domino effect that led to the city she dreamed of basing her future in being preserved. It was Neku who proved Joshua wrong in the end, but it was Shiki's influence that inspired Neku to become better to begin with. She's simply that amazing.
Sadly, being able to change & befriend the previously uncaring Neku didn't fully clear her doubts. This led to the telling question, "Once you see the real me, will we still be friends?"
"Count on it. You'll always be Shiki," wasn't something she expected to hear in return.
I theorize that during the ending, she was only mostly shown & not completely because her arc wasn't finished. It symbolizes that her journey towards self-love has not yet reached its conclusion. We can't see Shiki at her (literal) fullest until she's ready to accept herself.
NEO is where that changes. She's living out her dream, being herself down to a fashion sense that might seem tacky to others, but feels cozy to her. It's what she feels about herself that matters, after all, & she's finally acknowledging it. This is why I like her new design.
Shiki used to base too many of her feelings on how others may or may not feel about her, but now that she knows she's good enough, she can be confident in whatever she does. Wear sneakers with a dress & oversized cardigan, then top it off with large, nerdy glasses? Sure, why not! She even succeeded in starting her fashion brand with flying colors. Now she can simultaneously make herself & others happy! Sad as it is that Eri didn't show up alongside Shiki, it goes to show that the seamstress can be iconic even if her bestie('s appearance) isn't involved.
Also, contrary to popular belief, Shiki's not shy. She was awkward when it came to herself & her needs, but was loudly eager to befriend & aid others. She was mostly super capable of putting her foot down when she felt disrespected. That strength can't be faked. It's no persona.
Shiki Misaki's bountiful optimism & compassion already helped her stand out. She never needed to be someone else to shine bright.
When we finally get to see her eyes, we note that they're big, beautiful, & brown like Eri's, but with a different hue. Shiki's hue. 💚
#i love this girl so much you don't understand#she's done so much for others and she's finally learning to love herself#i relate to her on such a deep level#does that make me conceited? adoring a character i feel so similar to?#i dunno but i don't care since i gotta love myself as well#twewy#the world ends with you#ntwewy#neo the world ends with you#shiki misaki#kiki's analyses#twewy spoilers#ntwewy spoilers
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Peter
Forgive me Peter
My lost fearless leader
In closets like cedar
Preserved from when we were just kids
Is it something I did?
The goddess of timing
Something Great-“one day I’ll come into your world and get it right”
Lay Down (HS unreleased)”We were never meant to make it, This time”
I Love You- “maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn’t end up alone”
Once found us beguiling
She said she was trying
Peter, was she lying?
My ribs get the feeling she did
And I didn’t wanna come down
I thought it was just goodbye for now
Suburban Legends-“when you told me we’d get back together”
Sigh of the Time-“we can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here”
Your said you were gonna grow up
Then you were gonna come find me
Said you were gonna grow up
Then you were gonna come find me
Said you were gonna grow up
Then you were gonna come find me
MMITH-“I gotta get better, I gotta get better”
Words from the mouths of babes
Promises oceans deep
Don’t Let Me Go (HS unreleased)-“I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star”
But never to keep
Oh, never to keep
I Love You-“I didn’t come back and I wasn’t there”
To Be So Lonely-“don’t blame me for falling, I was just a little boy” “Wasn’t ready for it all”
Little Freak-“I disrespected you Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard, A broken ankle, karma rules”
Are you still a mind reader?
A natural scene stealer?
I’ve heard great things, Peter
But life was always easier on you
Than it was on me
Slut!-“I’ll pay the price, you won’t”
NTWDT-“You went to a party, I heard from everybody, You part the crowd like the Red Sea”
Willow-“life was a willow and it bent right to your wind”
And sometimes it gets me
When crossing your jet stream
We both did the best we could do
Underneath the same moon
In different galaxies
Lay Down (HS unreleased)”Two Hearts are divided, Now that we’re worlds apart
And I didn’t wanna hang around
We said it was just goodbye for now
And I won’t confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn
This Love-“lantern burning, flickered in my mind for only you”
DBATC-“chandelier’s still flickering here”
Golden-“I’m hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky”
As the men masqueraded, I hoped you’d return
With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’d learned
‘Cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned
And you said you’s come and get me, but you were twenty-five
Sunflower Vol. 6-“but I’ve been trying hard no to act a fool” “let me inside, I wanna get to know you”
And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired
Lost to the “Lost Boys” chapter of your life
Forgive me, Peter, please know that I tried
To hold on to the days
When you were mine
But the woman who sits by the window
Has turned out the light
Taylor also references Peter in cardigan
“Peter losing Wendy”
The cardigan mv has many parallels to Harry’s Falling mv
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On the Spotify canvas for Peter it has the typewriter set at 20. 20 is a Haylor number.
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Hi! 😄
I wanted to know if you could be a top male reader. Where he and Cillian met in a bar, they spoke little so he couldn't ask for his number but the reader fell in love with him and his blue eyes, and one day when looking at photos of his friends he realizes that Cillian is a friend. from one of his friends, and is surprised because they never told him about him, so the reader asks his friend where he could meet Cillian again, and when they meet again, the reader flirts with him by saying things like:How about I kiss you, how about I buy you coffee tomorrow? What if you are the man of my life?
hello and thank you so so much for your request!!😁 it is my first request so it gave me endless joy😂
I so liked your prompt I had to make it into a two part story.
Hope you enjoy it!
What If Part 1
Cillian Murphy x Male reader
Words: 2457
Warnings: none (smut in part 2)
Of course, no disrespect to Cillian Murphy or his family intended! It's just a fictional story folks.
The bar was quiet, yet annoyingly full of people. Most of them danced slowly near the corners, but the queue for the drinks was large. You shoved your change in your pocket and grabbed your drink to get out of there, when a sharp voice caught your attention. It was one of the bartenders.
“And what do you want me to do lad, pour it back into the bottle?!”, he shouted angrily at the customer.
“I’m sorry, but I really can’t pay for it-
“What’s the matter”? you asked pleasantly, approaching the pair. You glanced at the bartender, then the money laid in front of a Guiness. The customer had closed his eyes, pushing his head towards his chest. So much drama for such a little inconvenience, you thought.
“There, I'll pay it off”, you said to the bartender and gave him the missing coins. “No need to worry mate, come on”, you added, and with both drinks at hand, you found a quieter spot in a corner. You looked behind you to find the man you’d just helped come after you flustered and embarrassed.
“God you’re not from around here, are you”?, you asked with a smile and handed him his beer.
“I just left the house in a haste. Though I had more money with me, you know”? He took a large sip. “Thank you so much by the way, I wasn’t in the mood for trouble. I’m Cillian”.
A small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, you reached to shake his hand. Your heart was dancing in your chest. His touch was smooth, warm, his hand large and yet frail, just like the rest of him.
“What’s your name”? Cillian asked as you continued to just stare at him.
You cursed yourself mentally looking at the ceiling for a brief moment in frustration. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Um. Y/N. Y/N Y/LN. Lovely outfit, may I add”.
Cillian chuckled and looked down at himself as if to actually remember what he was wearing. White and red striped shirt, blue navy cardigan, ripped cuffed blue jeans. A small silver earring added even more spark to his face, as if those eyes weren’t dazzling enough already.
Cillian rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s just my casual fit you know? Something to keep me going through the day”.
“Rough day, I presume”.
“Yeah…Sometimes I just…I don’t know…Lose my faith in humanity, I guess. With everything that’s happening around here…I’ve always been trying to be one of those ‘look at the bright side’ kind of people, but now…”.
“You’re talking about the person who stole those charity funds hm”?, you asked sympathetically. The news had caused great shock in all the country. “I suppose that’s always been man’s nature though, hasn’t it? We can’t deny it”.
“But we can fight it-and we have to fight it, otherwise what’s the point”?, Cillian asked in a haste and gulped down his beer.
Absent-mindedly you reached to swipe some of the foam gathered on the corner of his eyes. You only then noticed that he’d finished his drink, while you were only one sip down with your. Cause you were drinking him with your eyes…
“Thank you for the beer again, I have work to do”, Cillian murmured, and with a soft “Good night”, he slipped between the crowd and…left. He had just…left. You kicked the wall next to you for letting him go like that. You could’ve asked for his number or something!
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, leaning on the wall. He is gone now. And, nobody said that there was much to happen anyway. What if he’d left so quickly because of your gesture? What if he’d cringed?
“Oh what a stupid reason to stay awake at night…”, you whispered to yourself and finished your drink. You had paperwork to do-loads of paperwork, actually, but all you would think about would be that ethereal man. Chiseled jawline, sharp cheekbones, soft nose. Not even Michaelangelo had carved beauty like his.
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Three days had passed and all you could do was think about Cillian-which was why you had agreed to go see the game at your friends’ house. Many of his pals would be there, since tomorrow one of them had his birthday, Will was throwing a party for him.
“Hello Y/N, so glad to see you mate! I didn't think you’d come”.
“Yeah, me neither, but I needed a break from work”.
“Oh come on”, his friend complained. “All you do is work and sleep, when are you going to have some fun? Find a girl, have a good time”!
“Oh I’m sorry sir William but not all of us have rich parents”, you joked and stepped inside. 5 other men were sitting on the couch and on the floor, waiting excitedly for the game to start. You smiled at them and then walked to the kitchen. You poured yourself a cup of water from the fridge. You had recently moved into the city, so you didn’t have many friends, and all your old ones were now scattered across the globe. William and his pals were good, fun-but they were made only to party and talk big. You hadn’t bothered to confess that you weren’t interested in girls, you just gave lame excuses about having too much work.
“Did you print the photographs''? William said conspicuously, making you flinch in surprise. He had asked you to print some cursed photos of the birthday boy and the group. Whether he wanted to blackmail him or give them to him, you didn’t know, but it was unimportant.
“Yes, I did”, you answered and handed them over to Will. “Scott looks like he’s pissed drunk in that one”, you laughed and pointed at the picture that interested you.
“Eh, you know Scott, always the quiet one”, Will smiled. You liked Scott. “But the most ridiculous one is Cillian”.
You drew in a sharp breath at the sound of his name-so it was him after all. When you’d seen the face in the picture you thought it was just wishful thinking on your part, a trick of your mind.
You furrowed your brow, pretending not to know. “Cillian? New addition to the gang”? you joked.
“Nah, we just hang out once or twice. He was the leading man on the play Scott participated in, so we became acquainted. Nice lad. Scott loves him ‘because he introduced him to a writer and now he thinks he’ll be able to work full-time at the theater like Cill. Let’s hope he finds out you need talent to do that because he quits his job, huh”? William laughed and went to the living room to find the others.
A sweet sense of anticipation lingered over you. He worked full time at the theater…You knew where to find him.
The next day, the sun rose vibrant and promising, the weather was crisp but not cold. You were walking faster than usual, anxious to find Cillian in the cafe Scott said he was going to in between theater breaks. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you felt confident. You had finished all your work, for the days to come, so you had no responsibilities, and with the weekend right on the next corner…who knew what would happen? You took a swift glance at yourself at a shop’s window to make sure everything looked in place, and then entered the cafe.
It was a small, cozy place with lots of cushions, orange lamps and vintage wooden tables. It’s calm, romantic ambience enveloped you, easing your nerves completely. You inhaled the intricate smell of brewed coffee, and then you saw him. He was sitting alone in the small attic of the place, where no tables but rather large pillows were places for those who searched for a break from the chit chat and noise. He was wearing a fluffy blue turtle-neck, which brought out those incredible eyes of his.
You ordered your favorite coffee and with the cup in hand you climbed up the stairs to meet him.
“Mind if I join”?, you asked with a smile.
Cillian put down the book he was reading, his features illuminated by joy for seeing you.
“Y/N! Of course, you needn’t have asked. Good to see you again”, he added softly.
You sat next to him on the soft material, placing your coffee on a little hanging shelf.
“You too. I was thinking about you actually…”, you said in a low voice. “What you told me '', you added to make it a bit more subtle. “Are you better now”?
“Hey, I didn’t mean to sound so depressive, '' he explained. “It’s just that I had worked in a play for the guy that collected and then stole the money. I thought he had integrity and honesty-but anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. How come you found this place”?
You held your breath, contemplating whether you should give him the real reason or just make up an excuse.
“I was out for a casual walk, and it looked cozy and cute, so I thought I’d come in for a cup of coffee. What are you reading? "you asked and picked up his book. “Call me by your name, my my! I thought you’d be more of a Dostoyefsky and Kafka type of guy”, you laughed, while your heart clenched in hope.
“Oh I am”, Cillian answered. “Or Bukowski, or Oscar Wilde, or Max Porter. But this particular book, I’d read some twelve years ago, and I still go back to it when I need a boost. Their relationship is so pure”, he said, his voice trailing off into nothing.
You tentatively brushed your fingertips against his own, held your hand there when he didn’t shy away from your touch. But he didn’t dare look you in the eyes.
“I always found it very sad…how long it takes them before they understand the depth of their feelings…And when they do, there is no time to enjoy their love”, you said softly admiring the softness of his skin, the delicacy of his features.
“I’d rather have one true kiss with someone than a relationship based on lies”, he mumbled almost inaudibly and that was when you placed your hand on his chin.
“What if I kissed you right now”? you whispered, turning his face towards yours. Cillian looked at you with surprise, but then, he closed his eyes, giving you the smallest of nods.
You leaned in, pressing your lips against his soft ones, savoring his smell. You kissed his bottom lip, sucking on it gently before you parted his lips with your tongue. You felt him melt into your touch as you licked into his mouth gently. You broke the kiss, both gasping for air. His cheeks were flushed, chest rising rapidly.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re all ”, you whispered in his ear, pulling him towards you for a more passionate kiss. You brushed your hands through his silky hair, sucking at his full lips. Cillian needily wrapped his arms around your torso, and a small whine left him when you lapped on his mouth.
When you pulled back you were both disheveled.
A mean, low laugh came from downstairs, and when you looked, two blokes were pointing fingers at you, rolling their eyes and judging stupidly. Cillian picked up his book quickly, pulling away from you. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you apologized for your boldness.
“It’s not your fault, I just…worry about work. I don’t want word to spread and stuff”, Cillian answered hoarsely, and you understood that completely. It wasn’t necessary that people know about your affairs, no matter the sexuality or gender.
“How about I buy you a coffee tomorrow, or a beer at that bar and we talk about it?, you asked hesitantly.
Cillian thought about it while his thumb brushed nervously against your hand.
“I really like you Y/N”, he confessed.
“I’ve been thinking about you, Cill. For over three days now. We could go to my place-for something casual, I mean. To talk…I really want to get to know you better. Because I like you too. Very much”.
You admired the ethereal color of his eyes a little longer while Cillian prepared mentally for what awaited him. After a rather eventful break up, he wasn’t in the right headspace to connect intimately with someone again-especially a person of the same sex- but the attraction he felt, the warmth in his stomach and at the same time, the trust he had in you eased his uncertainty off.
Having already paid for your drinks, you left the picturesque cafe and walked to your place. It was a short walk under the warm sun and you were happier than you’d been in a long, long time. Cillian was introverted and shy, laughing nervously at your jokes and fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. It would scare you, how hard you were falling for him, if he weren’t honest and pure-hearted as he was.
You poured drinks for both of you and he sat on the living room carpet-another quirky habit of his along with the fact that he was always fidgeting-and you continued your conversation. He told you all about the play he was rehearsing at the moment, Grief Is A Thing With Feathers, opening his heart about the toll the role had taken on him. He had a beautiful way of speaking, soft and calm, and yet you understood almost right off how passionate he was about his work.
You could also sense that while eager, he also felt out of his depth a little bit, being alone with a man that regarded him as something more than a friend.
And then, you brought up your love for music, and the conversation went on for hours. In his nerdy way, he could speak insightfully about the songs he loved, how he connected with them.
The sun was beginning to set when you stood up, putting some jazz music playing on the radio. You turned on the warm, low lights on the side of the wall to create a romantic atmosphere, looking at Cillian.
“Up for a dance”?
“I’m not a great dancer”, he murmured, breath caught in his throat.
“How badly can you mess up some simple steps”?, you bit back, pulling him up by the forearm. You led him away from the furniture so you had a bit more free space, wrapping your arms around his waist. He let his hands drop lightly at your shoulder blades, shying away from your eyes. You began to move in small steps, following the rhythm of the music.
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RATING MY OLD PERSONA/OC
1. Vocaloid inspired persona
Looks alright
The colors are REALLY BRIGHT
But the palette is easy to understand
Black and yellow huh
Outfit is cute but what the fuck are those yellow saggy things
7/10
2. Japanese school girl fit
Actually the nicest one
The colors are a little better and easy on the eyes
I don't know what the fuck is going on with her left arm though
Really cute outfit though
9/10
3. Really Blue
This one is kinda...
Fucking boring
It's drawn better so there's bonus points
5/10
4. Button
Horrible palette.
The cardigan is ugly never do that shit again
The button thing is cute
Gross
4/10
5. Badly Japanese fit
Explanation: I was really young and I thought people messing up the Japanese Kimono was cool but now I realize how disrespectful it is
YES THE CLOTHES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A REALLY BAD KIMONO 😭😭😭
IM SO SORRY JAPANESE PEOPLE
The hair and the accessory is cute though
4/10
6. Vanilla
This is actually one of my favorite designs
It so simple 😭😭
The cat thing on her head was actually a mask I JUST SUCK AT DRAWING
The cat mask could also show what emotion she's feeling if she puts it on
The hoodie is actually a real hoodie that I wanted but I didn't have the courage to ask
10/10
7. Lazy blue
This one is also very simple. This is one of my first art pieces on Ibis Paint actually 😭
YES I USED THE SYMMETRY TOOL
Nothing much to say about it.
It looks boring though
5/10
8. Warrior Cat
Colors are cute
The artstyle is cuter too
Clothes are a meh
Not much to say
8/10
9. Strawberry Cat
The motifs and concept was cute
Chocolate dipped Strawberry cat was pretty good
Palette is really simple
7/10
10. Pale white emo child
Cute???
Why was I tryna go for the mysterious girl type LMAOOOO
It's simple and cute
But it's kinda boring too
4/10
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Hi, I saw that you have HC requests open. I was wondering if you could please do some for Yamaguchi or Raoh?
Magoroku Yamaguchi | General Dating Hcs
a/n: Hi, i really love Yamaguchi too but cant find much for him :( So i hope you like it 💕🌸
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: not much just usual hnl things
* A little different and mysterious character
* He is referred to as a lone wolf
* And we know he is pretty strong
* We know that he has challenged Raoh in past and followed him when he was defeated. Also, Kansuke is following him.
* That's why he gives me a pretty loyal vibe
* Also, as far as we can see in the first scenes, no matter how calm and cold-blooded he may seem, he also is someone who likes to fight like Binzo
* But he enjoys fighting only when necessary
* okay dating…
* Magoroku doesn't give me a very flirty or womanizer vibe
* And I don't think he could be with someone who is cocky, smug and childish.
* I believe he will be attracted to someone who is calm but funny, can be silly but not childish, strong and intelligent.
* I don't think he's afraid to take the first step, but he certainly wouldn't mind you taking the first step.
* He definitely keeps his private life secret. No one in Suzuran will know about you until they see you together or until he says so.
* I'm sure he will tell the Raoh faction but maybe after a while…
* Their friendship with Binzo is like "I hate this guy but if you touch him i'll break your all bones"
* That's why I think they have a sweet friendship
* So even though he always tells you that he hates him, you will see many times that he worries about him.
* Even if he is not very flirty, he will care about his girlfriend and will not hesitate to compliment her.
* A change in your new dress, hair, bag or make-up…
* He will definitely notice and make you smile
* He likes it when you wear something for him but he thinks you're always beautiful
* Even though he used his hair in a ponytail and tons of jelly at school, I'm sure he uses his hair untied when you were there or he'd let you do his hair.
* His whole world is Raoh faction and you.
* I don't think he will be interested in other girls.
* No one can disrespect you, he's pretty certain about it.
* You are the most beautiful girl in the world for him and he is not afraid to give you all his attention.
* He has quite a lot enemies. Even inside Suzuran
* That's why he doesn't want you to walk home alone. He wants Kamui or Kansuke to walk with you even if he can't come.
* Exactly the "I'll kill you if you touch her" vibe
* You don't need to be physically strong but he wants to teach you self defense if you want to learn
* He loves to exercise. Did you see his muscles? If you want to do it with him, I think he will be quite happy.
* Even if you have weak fists, I think he’ll find it pretty cute
* Push ups while you're on his back...
* I can't say he is great with words but he’s not too bad at expressing his feelings
* He seems like a quick-tempered person but quite patient with you.
* He’s trying not to show it to you even if he’s so angry in Suzuran
* He doesn't get hurt easily, but he's definitely hiding it from you when he gets hurt.
* He doesn't want you to worry
* He finds you when he needs to get away from all that chaos and violence. Because you are the best thing for him.
* I guess he’s good at cooking. He is also a healthy eater. So happy to cook for you too
* Gums…
* He always carries a pack of gum in his pocket.He carries your favorite ones in his other pocket and won't let anyone take them
* He absolutely loves to being the big spoon and you lying on his chest
* I don't think he likes PDA but it's okay
* He likes physical contact. But I think his love language is Acts of service
* He likes shirts and cardigans, he'll always want to make sure you're warm even if he gets cold
* I think he’s oddly good at caring for the sick people
* He looks pretty cold, but he's actually a cute teddy bear.
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