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loreoftheforgotten · 8 months

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How i think the batfamily acts after getting their wisdom teeth removed

written by someone who’s had to have both their top and bottom wisdom teeth removed at two different times because the world hates me and wanted me to go through it twice i guess

okay so first of all bruce, this man has an insane tolerance for pain and tbh i think the only person able to get him to listen to this doctors instructions is alfred. and it’s not like he’s ignoring the instructions on purpose, he just isn’t really aware of how much pain he’s in because of his pain tolerance so he pretty much assumes he’s just healed faster than normal (also he doesn’t swell much for some reason so again, he just kinda assumes he’s fine)

next up, dick! tbh i feel like he’d legitimately have a bad time with it. idk why but i just think he would. he’d get super swollen and sore, and probably wouldn’t be able to talk for a few days without some kind of pain. although he absolutely would take advantage of everyone doting on him to get whatever he wants. it helps that he looks like a chipmunk for like a week after getting his wisdom teeth removed and the pictures make great blackmail material

and cass! cass and barbara come home one day with cass looking super swollen. everyone’s super worried bc wtf!!?? turns out she asked barbara to take her to get her wisdom teeth removed bc they were causing her some pain. that’s basically it, she’s a bit swollen for a bit and in some pain, but otherwise she heals fine. she does sorta take advantage of everyone looking after her, but honestly she just kinda chills in her room to recuperate while she reads and catches up on some shows she’s been wanting to watch.

now jason. okay listen, hear me out. he originally gets both his top and bottom wisdom teeth removed after being taken in by bruce. his experience is sorta average tbh, maybe a bit slow on the healing part of it bc of his already recovering health from being a street kid. but after he comes back from the dead and gets chucked into the lazarus pit he starts getting some pain in his mouth. turns out the lazarus pit regenerated his wisdom teeth. so basically jason has to get them taken out twice and no one will let him live it down

next on the list is tim. tim probably gets his taken out after he looses his spleen so someone sticks with him 24/7 just to make sure he’s healing properly and shit. it probably takes him a bit longer to heal and i feel like he would have a bit more pain than average but otherwise he heals perfectly fine. he probably tries to stay at drake manor at first, but dick convinces him to stay at wayne manor so that they can keep an eye on him.

okay now steph! she’s the only person in the batfamily that doesn’t need to get both her top and bottom removed. she just needs to get her top wisdom teeth removed and everyone hates her for it because they all had to do all four. like dick, she totally takes advantage of everyone doting on her while she heals. she spends most of her time at wayne manor just sprawled out on one of the couches and makes bruce buy her the best ice cream money can buy.

okay now for damian. he straight up doesn’t need to get his wisdom teeth removed. like they aren’t a problem at all and he brags about it constantly. although, jason ends up punching damian in the face when jason got his removed for the second time and damian made fun of him for it. he spends the next few days moping on the couch with an ice pack pressed up against his swollen cheek while jason sends him shit eating grins.

and finally duke. my younger sister had to get her wisdom teeth removed before getting her braces on bc she had to do another surgery on some other teeth and they figured they’d just do it all at once to get it over with and i feel like duke would be the same. so like he’d get his wisdom teeth removed at like 13/14 and just have an average time healing. when the other batfamily members ask him about his wisdom teeth he just shrugs and goes “i got them removed years ago” which makes the rest of them upset because they like having blackmail material of how swollen people get after getting their wisdom teeth removed and they can’t do that with duke now

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amaranthineghost · 1 month

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HE’S SO PRETTY WHEN HE GOES DOWN ON ME ( charles leclerc. )

charles leclerc x reader

charles goes down on her and she can't help but admire his pretty eyes staring back at her.

warnings: smut, mostly google translate french (highschool does NOT teach us how to talk dirty okay, bare with me)

author note: as much as I would've wanted to write this for lando, it HAS to be charles, and I feel like this is so different from my usual thought and emotion heavy writing! incoming charles obsession??? like if people requested imagines for him, I'D WRITE IT...

HIS GREEN EYES MIMICKED THE SHIMMER OF PALE EMERALD. sunlight peeked through the curtains, though in a few hours time, it would fall from its peak in the sky and the room would eventually begin to darken.

his biceps filled out the sleeves of his freshly-washed blue shirt, straight from the load of laundry she had done hours ago. veins like lightning under his tanned flesh to suggest his touch was rough, yet his callused hands were so gentle against her skin.

goosebumps crept across her body with every graze of his body on hers, every small breath against her ear as he mumbled something dirty to her in french. though she didn't know exactly what, she could pick up on the cognates between languages.

he tasted faintly of chapstick, her chapstick, that transferred from her lips to his as he couldn't keep off of her. with lips as swollen and pink as hers, he graced nearly every part of her body with his kiss. she was his oxygen and he was deprived.

but it was hard for him to ever be deprived, considering how even when they weren't in such a position, he was glued to her, hands grasping or resting at her sides and his breath down her neck.

when he'd reluctantly part from her sweet-tasting lips, his veined hand would snake down from the long strands of her hair in his palm, coming to rest on her jaw. prominent veins in his arms would indicate force was used to push her head up to expose the smooth skin of her neck and collarbone, yet his touch was tender.

still, he felt her gulp under his palm.

light trails of saliva from his kisses down her jaw to her collarbone and neck, leaving red marks of irritated skin that would later bruise.

he knew she wouldn't be able to cover it up. he nipped at her skin with the purpose of showing it off, and she could get him to stop if she really wanted. but she didn't want that.

the hand on her neck reminding her of the easy power he had over her, and how she loved the gentle dominance he displayed.

because it hadn't taken much convincing earlier to get her into their bedroom. despite it being midday, he wanted to take care of her, in more ways than one.

she didn't object, she wouldn't when he looked at her with those damn eyes. his strength and her weakness.

now laid on her back with his body looming over her, his knee between her legs to put pressure just enough, but still not satisfying the desperate need to have him. and yet they had both managed to stay clothed all up untill this moment.

kissing up the staircase, his hands grasped at her waist, hoisting her into his arms, and gotten them to where they were now.

the tension had been building with every step he took, his pretty eyes watching her squirm, though he was the one to be so eager to please her. he couldn't give a shit about himself.

disheveled hair and tired, green eyes while his greedy hands roamed down her clothes, grasping at the skin of her thighs. still, he took his time as he usually did with his hands over her body, memorizing every dip in her skin.

fingers teasing under the edge of her white laced tank, bumps rising on her stomach as the material rode up her torso. he watched her nipples harden through her top, feeling his sweatpants getting tighter as he watched her subtle reactions. subtle reactions that gave him more than a little confidence in his attempts to please her.

because if he didn't then what was his purpose of living if not to please her?

his eyes remained on her the entire time, even if hers didn't meet his. she felt the burning sensation of his gaze over her heated skin. desperation for him between her thighs became increasingly unbearable, she wanted him. she needed him.

but he always took his time. it was agonizing, but she always came hard because of it.

from teasing her barely exposed skin to massaging into her ribs, he watched her expression every step of the way. it was slow, as per usual, agonizing.

his hands finally found her breasts, gently squeezing the flesh in his palms while he circled her sensitive nipples with his thumbs, exerting small noises from her.

removing one hand momentarily, he pulled down the lace of her tank, leaving messy kisses down from her collarbone to her other breast. but he didn't give her that little satisfaction, not yet.

“shhhh, patience, mon amour,” he spoke with a rasp in his voice, muffled slightly as she felt the vibrations of his voice against the flesh of her breast.

fixing her top with his other hand still teasing her chest, his hand caressed her waist under her small shorts.

trailing down the joint of her hip, his fingers traveled slowly down to and along her inner thigh before dipping under the fabric of her shorts. he played with her panties, pulling the hem away from her slick cunt. she whined at the contact of air to her core.

he bit his lip at the sight of her, fuck she was gorgeous lying before him and so desperate for a simple touch of his hand.

his knuckles brushed over the wet patch - that he caused- on her underwear and she inhaled a sharp gasp. he tsk’d at her reaction, shaking his head with a smirk on his face.

“tu es une petite chose désespérée,” (you are a desperate little thing). he chuckled breathlessly, eyeing her body squirm at such simple actions from him, “très sensible…” (very sensitive).

he teased her with words she could only guess the meaning of, pulling the hem of her panties back only to release it from between his fingers to slap back onto her skin. the sound filled the silence of the room and she flinched slightly at the feeling.

though she didn't have much time to react in any other way when his two fingers ran up her wet cunt, her folds rubbing against the soft cotton of her soaked panties. he teased her clit, rubbing circles with his thumb in an agonizing pace.

biting her lip and grasping at the pillows above her head, she clenched her thighs around his hand, trapping his fingers out of desperacy to feel more.

he only chuckled at her need, her attempt for a sliver of control. because he knew she had none.

he still managed to slip his hands away from her core despite her desperacy to keep him close and use him, which he didn't mind, but he preferred to have control. the warm hand from her chest emerging from the bottom of her lace tank to pry her legs apart, which didn't take much force from him. though she whined at the lack of contact.

hands placed on her knees, sliding his callused hands down the front of her thighs to rest at the point on her waist the top of her shorts rested. firmly grasping handfuls of the flesh of her hips, he tugged her body sharply against his.

unfortunately for her, his hands left her side - which she objected to - for merely five seconds to slip his blue shirt from his torso.

“calme,” (quiet) his tone was firm, yet a smirk etched its way onto his face as he saw the way her face changed as his toned torso was now in full view for her to marble at.

he let her as her fingertips barely reached his skin. she returned the smirk as she saw the rising goosebumps from the sensation of her nails down his abs before reaching where his v-line was interrupted by the tops of his sweatpants.

he shook his head at her actions, catching her wrists with both his hands and pushing them into the pillows above her head. “it's your turn now, belle,” his voice was raspy as he whispered in her ear. fingers fidgeting with the hem of her tank as he waited for her permission.

instead of giving it to him, she’d rather try to turn the teasing back on him, but unlike her, he loved the show she gave as she peeled her top from her body slowly.

on contact with the cold air, her nipples hardened again and charles could swear he salivated at the sight of her bare chest, as if he hadn't seen it plenty of times in the past.

“tu es trop jolie pour moi, ma chérie,” (you are too pretty for me, my dear) he muttered under his breath, hands full of her breasts as he couldn't resist himself.

okay, maybe her slow strip-tease did work on him a little bit. a little too well because now he wanted to see all of her.

shuffling his way till he stood at the foot of the bed, hastily slipping off his sweatpants without breaking his gaze on her body. the rise and fall of her bare chest, her hands returned to their spot on the pillows, her legs now crossed and hips moving to find friction against the cotton of her clothes to give her something to go off of. biting her lip as she tried, all while he watched.

the sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor as he disregarded them across the room, his attention on her never faltering as she watched him crawl across the bed back to her.

his toned shoulders and biceps, veiny forearms and hands, eyes locked on hers, disheveled hair and half-lidded eyes. the heat of his gaze made her squirm as he crawled back up to her, bodies pressed together as his head once again dipped into the crevice of her neck.

kissing down her body, he went further, and further, and further till he stopped at her stomach, hands on her hips to her thighs to unknot them just enough. hands back to her hips to lift her just slightly and with his fingers around the hem of her shorts and panties, slowly slid them down.

he's so pretty when he goes down on her, green eyes watching as he dipped lower, and lower, and lower. gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry now across the room.

his warm breath against her stomach as he watched her carefully, analyzing every little movement and subtle reaction. every brow crease, mouth twitched, nose flare, every swallow and gulp that traveled down her throat, small fly-aways from her hair starting to matte down to her skin.

biting her lip as he lowered down her body, dangerously close to the spot between her thighs. close enough to feel his breath against her thighs, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

anticipation building in her stomach, hips rolling to close the gap from his face to her cunt, but his hands holding her down firmly stopped her. a whine in desperation slipping past her lips, pushing her head further back into the pillow in anguish.

“regarde-moi, chérie.” (look at me, darling) he spoke so sweetly, yet so tauntingly, like he'd never give in to what she wanted if she didn't do what he needed her to.

“charles, please…” she begged because she wasn't entirely paying attention to what he was asking of her, especially when he spoke another language. she didn't have time for translation.

he shook his head, pressing his face into her inner thigh as he chuckled at her tone, so needy and only for him.

“look at me, amour,” he repeated in english after kissing her thigh.

now propped up on her forearms, watching her beloved monégasque boyfriend looking back at her with a smug smirk on his face.

she scowled back at his expression, opening to make a snarky comment about it. her jaw hung open after he finally closed the gap after waiting too long, his tongue licking a single stripe up her cunt.

she rolled her eyes in annoyance, falling back down into her pillows as she groaned in annoyance, “fuck you, charles.”

“i’m sure you'd love to, darling,” he teased before tasting her again, humming into her cunt which incited a hand through his hair, pushing him closer and a whine to slip past her lips.

when he'd done enough teasing for his own enjoyment, he indulged further into her core. his hands snaking around to the crevice where her thigh met her hip to pull her further into him.

squeaked moans barely making it out of her mouth as he worked away at her clit, her hand in his dark hair to push him closer in fear he would stop.

nips at her folds and whines whenever he would do so, tugging a little harder on his hair causing groans from him. vibrations of his groans through her clit, stimulating her more and more.

legs trembling as her thighs clamped tightly around him, and he didn't dare stop her. he was in heaven. she was sweet, perfect in contrast to her bitter attitude only seconds ago. he nearly broke eye contact when he was first reminded of how she tasted.

caressing her hips, he refused to part with her cunt, his lips coated with her slick as he heard the pattern of her moans falter.

she was so easy to tie in knots, and so easy to untangle too, shuddering harshly as she barely let out a moan. tugging tighter at his hair, pulling him closer as if he would leave her unsatisfied as she came undone on his tongue.

he didn't stop after the first, or the second. it wasn't until she was close to her third that he even considered a break. after the second, his pace slowed to small movements from his tongue, lightly teasing her now sensitive clit.

soft tears ran down her cheeks at the overstimulation between her legs, but she didn't stop him. it felt too damn good.

the third came the slowest, but hardest as he managed to coax it out of her patiently.

by the time he had pulled away, his hair was even more messy than before, her slick covered his lips and chin, his tongue licking away the remnants of her on his face. his shoulder slightly red at her barely clawing away at his skin.

by the time he had pulled away, tears streamed down her cheeks, hair matted to her forehead, her arched back dropping down the sheets, and her hands that were previously in his hair now gripped tightly at the pillows by her head. her eyes, hazy and tired, her chest rising and falling with hastened breaths as he crawled up to her, running a hand through her equally-matched messy hair and wiping stray tears that he caused, even though he knew it wasn't a bad thing.

without a word, he got up, leaving to slip into their bathroom. she heard the faucet run from her position on the bed and she rolled to the edge, peeking at his actions.

she knew he would take tender care of her, no different to how he did so every time.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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You know what i would like to see a goldfish reader cause i mean goldfish can be really tiny and can get fairly big, maybe reader is from a pet store and gets bought for a young rich yandere and gets absolutely pampered and gets huge, clifford the big red dog style

"Sorry, I can't make it this year."

"Mom won't drive me out that far....."

"Maybe next time?"

"Next year."

Next year... Next year.. They'll be forty by the time that rolls around. It's always the same. People stick around for the lavish parties and taste of the high life, but the second they want to downgrade for something small with close friends and family everyone's suddenly too busy to come see them. The presents have always been shit too. Flashy jewelry or clothing from brands they couldn't care less about. Whatever happened to giving kids toy trains and dolls? They're sick of it. Sick of everything. Why can't anything turn out right-

Auryn hurls their phone at the door, anger fleeting as it smashes into a million pieces. Mommy and daddy will just buy them a new one, and while it won't do a scratch they love the idea of burning a hole in their pockets. Wasting all the money they gave them instead of time. The door creaks open once the coast is clear and in peaks a frightened maid. Her eyes fall to her arms, soothing whatever she held with a soft hush. They return to her master, waiting for their answer.

"Come in."

The maid opens the door completely and steps inside. In her hands was a glass bowl. "From your parents."

Auryn drums their leg against the frame of their bed, wondering why their arms were still empty. "Well?"

The maid shoves the bowl into their chest as passive she could, prioritizing the creature within over her annoyance. They look into the glass. Floating at the bottom; staring right back at them, was a little goldfish. Poor thing had been startled awake by the loud thud and trying to squeeze its tail into the castle it had already outgrown. It still couldn't have been any bigger than their hand. Beyond its human features, there was nothing special about it. A fish.

A fucking fish. Out of all the things they could've sent. The maid could sense their rage flaring. "Please give it a chance. Your brother couldn't keep it, and he knew you'd be the next best owner."

Their nails scrap the glass. That only makes it worse. Their family dumping their trash on them was a new low. What were they going to do with this thing? They should put it out of its misery. Abandoned, weak, unable to feign for itself.... just like them.

Auryn looks at the goldfish again. They stick a finger in its tank, swishing it around as the guppy takes interest. It swims up to them and puts its mouth around the digit, nibbling at the skin. They smile a bit, pulling their finger away which in turn causes the fish to dart away. Their brows furrow in worry.

"... I'm..sorry for scaring you. You're just like me aren't you? Alone. Afraid. I'll take care of you. I promise. Why don't we start off by getting you a new tank?"

"Noooooo"

You shake in their arms as the divers attempt to fit their measuring tools around your tail, successfully knocking two of them away and sending the third packing. Auryn strokes your tears into your scaly flesh, fighting a laugh as the hired help resurfaces.

"I don't want to get measured!"

"Shhhh. It's okay. If even one scale is missing off that gorgeous tail I'll cut their oxygen and add a few bricks to their suits."

You still aren't convinced. Auryn melts at the way you curl against their chest. The first time they held you like this you were about the size of a puppy. Now, your tail alone was bigger as their entire torso and your arms were tree trunks compared to theirs. They had done exactly as they said. After you came into their life no one else mattered. They got you a nice large tank to start off with, fed you a healthy diet with plenty of treats since your speak lessons were going so well, and spoke with you for hours. You were already half their size by the end of the year. They used to take you on walks in your little bowl, then they had to buy a wagon to carry you around, and now you lived in a glorified swimming pool no one else had access to besides care beyond their capabilities. Having you turned them into a more compassionate, but closed off person, and got them through the worse in life. They were successful in nearly every endeavor and it was all for you.

Auryn gets close to your ear as their voice rises in pitch. "But if you reaaaally don't want to - I'll have to find some other guppy to give all the brine shrimp I have in the house to."

Your tail cracks against the pool's wall, ripping the water's surface with tidal category waves and pushing the workers back down under. "I'll be good! I will- please!"

"Haha - ok, ok." They give a thumbs up to the divers as they climb in the pool. You work with them this time, channeling your fright as their tools stretch and stick around you into the grip you hold on Auryn's arm - careful not to apply too much. They grit through the pain and as one of the divers comes up again they take the measuring tape still held by the rest and lines it up to your head.

"4 meters!"

Auryn exclaims in glee and grabs you by the cheeks, cooing and kissing your nose as they laugh. "Look at you! A whole nother meter in just one year. Keep this up and we'll have to buy an island."

A servant knocks on the sliding glass door. Auryn excuse themselves with one final kiss to your wet lips as they hop out of your tank. They hand them a phone.

"It's your parents. They are in town with your brother and would like to take you out for your birthday this evening."

Auryn gets real close to the receiver as they speak. "Eat shit and die. Stay the hell away from us."

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eggtartz · 2 years

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a/n : one of my things that i always wanted to do heheh

summary : making out with shin with a hint of smoking bcs why not

wc : 661

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it was a lazy Sunday, you were lounging on the porch watching shin fixing his motorcycle while a cigarette hang from his lips. you wished you could move to him to swipe the grease from his face but you hated the smell of his cigarette. you always formed a distance if he whips out his smoke, sometimes at worse days you can't stop sneezing at the smell.

growing irritated with the smell, you and shin decided that he would just occasionally would smoke and he would do it far away from you.

you stood up from the chair you were leaning onto when he discarded the cigarettes. you offered his a glass of lemonade and he chugged the cold water, some of the water dripping down his throat.

"go on and sit inside love. it's hot outside here. i'll be there in a sec" he assured and you simply nodded while still looking at him. it's days like these that felt so nice. you planned to bake some cake later so you both can head to the sano dojo and visit his siblings, alongside their friends too.

after placing the cake in the oven, you headed to the couch to see shin sitting there so you sit with him and hugged him. he kissed the top of your head and you kissed his chin back. he then kissed you eye while you kissed your cheek. the kissing session went on until both of your hands were on each other. his hands were on your neck while yours was on his neck.

slowly, he kissed your luscious lips that tasted like strawberries and you kissed him quite instantly. you titled your head to deepen the kiss and he tighten his grip on your neck. the hint of tobacco was still on his tongue when he slid it againts yours. strangely enough, it wasn't too bad at all. you were getting needier and started to push him back on the sofa until he parted to take some oxygen.

"damn baby, did you missed me so bad?"

"mmh i don't know shin if you come back home a little bit earlier everyday you might just know" you teased him, making him smirk. as much as you try to shrug it, you can't push the thought of having that slight tobacco on your tongue again. it made you feel giddy, like it's a forbidden substance that should never reach your taste buds.

"shin could you light up the cigarette? and inhale it once?" you wondered while he gave you a confused look. "why? thought you didn't liked it?" you opened your mouth but shut it again. sure you were embarrassed to admit it.

"well just do it please?" you gave him puppy yes so being the softie shin is, he inhaled the smoke and almost instantly you took his lips and kissed him again. this time a little rougher, a little quicker to catch that toxicated taste again. shinichiro was surprised indeed, he thought you would be disgusted by the taste but here you are practically begging for more.

so he had an idea.

parting your lips he said raspily "baby open your mouth wide" you were still panting when he said that but you did it anyways. he inhaled another smoke and held it in then grabbing your face he exhaled the smoke in your mouth. "inhale it" he said.

you did and it doesn't taste too bad so you looked at shin with pleading eyes and shin wasted no more time to inhale into your mouth again.

he did it so many times that he finished two cigarettes just for you to inhale. clumsily you two kissed each other between the smokes while you giggling and sat on his lap. he looked down at you and kissed you again, making both of you dropping on the floor. you both giggle again until you smelled something burning?

"SHIT SHIN MOVE THE CAKE IS BURNING"

a/n : based on true story btw i sneeze a lot when someone smoke near me 😭

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folkwhorerain · 1 year

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Safe and sound.

tess servopoulos x gn!reader

gif is mine<3 I want her to look at me the way she looks at Joel.

Summary: you get home after being beaten up by a stranger and, as you feared, your girlfriend isn't pleased by your conditions.

A/N: as I said in my previous fanfiction, writing is not my thing unless it's little poems or stuff like that, so I'm sorry if my writing skills aren't the best, lol. English is not my first language either, so I apologize for eventual mistakes! I promise I tried my best <3

Warnings: Tess (yep, she's a warning), violence, inappropriate language, angst and a tiny bit of sexual activity (not really tho. That's an exaggeration).

"Where have you been?"

When you heard the voice you usually loved you couldn't help but squeez your eyes in pain for the headache it gave you in that moment. You mentally cursed yourself as the action caused you a sharp pain near your left eye, right where you've been beaten just a few hours before.

You shut the door of the apartment you and Tess shared right behind you, not having the courage to look at her, knowing that if you did, she would lose her mind at the sight before her. Fortunately she acted like she didn't even acknowledge your presence, too busy counting the ration cards she was able to get that day.

"Nowhere." was your only response, not caring about sharing any more information due to the blood leaving a shitty taste on your mouth and your lungs failing to give you enough oxygen.

Tess just shrugged her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the new loot, which was greatly appreciated by you, so you didn't have to give her any kind of explanation to why your face looked like shit.

When you were able to squeeze your eyes enough to focus your sight on her, you saw the plenty of ration cards she had. Due to the work FEDRA forced her to do or some contraband, you didn't know and right now you didn't get yourself to care enough.

Your body crushed on the sofa with a loud thud, and you cringed at how stupid you were for not being gentle with the fresh bruises you had all over your body.

Tess heard you groan in pain and immediately snapped her eyes at you, tilting her head to take a better look at your figure. Consequently, you turned your head to the opposite side, not allowing the brunette to see the pain written all over your face. You weren't in the mood to deal with what happened, yet.

"What's the matter?" She got up from the kitchen chair and walked towards the couch you were lying on. When she noticed you weren't giving her an explanation and you were struggling to breathe, she forced you to look at her, taking you by the chin with too much force.

The action made you gasp in pain. "Shit."

"What the fuck happened?" You closed your eyes at the sudden raise of her voice, every sound making your ears ring, and now you were wondering if the hit you took didn't ruin your hearing. "Who fucking did this to you?"

Another groan left your mouth as you tried to sit properly on the couch, Tess tried to help as she sit right beside you, a hand on your lower back.

You licked your lip, sensing the blood coming out of it. "Some motherfucker cornered me in a desolated alley. That's all". Tears tried to escape your eyes as you felt your breathing becoming unsteady. The pain on your chest made you feel like some sort of water pressure was trying to drown you. "He was desperate for some ration cards and someone told him I had plenty."

"Who?"

"I don't know, Tess." You raised your voice in frustration. "I tried to be reasonable with him but he hit me in the stomach and threw a fucking bottle at my fucking face."

"Son of a bitch." Her voice was above a whisper. Nothing good. Too calm.

Suddenly she got up, urging herself to search for a cloth and alcohol.

As she did so, you tried to distract yourself with the city beyond the window. The sky was still a light blue with the sun shining high, illuminating the apartment you learnt to call home. Your eyes landed to where Tess was and you noticed she was already looking at you. She stopped her research for a moment, placing both her hands on the kitchen counter, furious eyes never leaving your body. By the way she was clenching her jaw and by the way her knuckles turned white when she closed her hand in a fist, you could tell she was beyond furious.

People usually feared you, not daring to even look your way whenever you'd walk down the streets. Everytime Tess was with you (which was 99% of the time due to her overprotective nature) they feared for their lives. And when Joel was on your other side, they even changed direction immediately.

Guess the guy who attacked you didn't know who you were. Maybe he was a new, poor soul that just got into the prison you called the QZ, trying to survive the strict rules FEDRA had.

"Tess, can you fucking relax for a moment?He was probably just a teenager. 19 years old, tops. You know these guys born after the outbreak never learned how to fucking argue." You scoffed, a breathy laugh escaped your mouth as you tried to ease the air that was getting heavier, of course you were not helping your girlfriend calm down.

She was dangerously quiet, probably thinking of all the ways she could kill that fucker. Then, after a few deep breaths, she joined you back to the sofa and kneeled in front of you, soaking the cloth with the Scotch you two drank when you allowed yourself to take a break from reality.

"I could think of other reasons you could be kneeling in front of me." Your flirtatious ways came out easily, making you recall the events of the night before, adorning your cheeks with a light shade of pink at the thought.

Tess couldn't help but smirk and you relaxed your shoulders knowing you could at least make her feel better. You knew she felt guilty about what happened. Tess never allowed you to got out alone for this very reason. The thought of you getting hurt worried her more than she liked to admit. She wasn't ready to lose another person.

"Shut up, okay?" She drank a bit of the Scotch to ease her nerves then passed the bottle to you. The alcohol stinging the cut on your lower lip, making you cringe. "Take a deep breath."

You did as she told you, shutting your eyes for what was to come.

"Fucking hell," You shouted as the cloth came in contact with your fucked up face, your hand now gripping tight her arm to ease some of the pain you were feeling.

She whispered an apology, her left hand never leaving your hip, stroking it a little. You placed your hand on hers, squeezing it in gratitude. The cuts on your knuckles from when you tried to defend yourself opened up as you did so, but you didn't get yourself to care. Her eyes met yours and she couldn't help but smile when she saw the adoration in your eyes. The smile didn't last long as she recalled some motherfucker risked to take that away from her. So she hardened her features again before licking her lips, thinking of her next move. "I'm gonna make him pay."

Your stomach dropped as you heard those words, not really surprised they came out of her mouth. Of course she would make him pay, just like she made a random man pay because he wistled at you while you were doing your daily errands. The blood you saw that day was so much you couldn't believe one single person could have that amount in their body. You were surprised he got out of it alive.

"Tess—"

"I fucking will, Y/N." Her words weren't the thing that scared you, no. It wasn't the first time she said them. What was scary was the calmness her tone held. Like she was talking about what to eat for dinner and not killing a fucking person.

You watched carefully as she got up, leading to where her gun was placed. You followed her as quick as your aching body allowed you to and placed both of your hands on her hips, firmly kissing her neck. Her back was now against your front and her head was tilted to the side. You smirked, knowing that you were about to have her where you wanted her.

"Bold move, Y/N," she breathed out when you moved her hair to the side to kiss the pulsing point on her neck. "I know what you're trying to do. I'm not changing my mind."

"I'm not doing anything," you muttered moving your hands under her shirt. Your fingers brushing her stomach every so often.

Tess wasn't the submissive one of the relationship, quite the opposite. She never allowed you to touch her without her permission unless she was feeling stressed or angry, just like she was feeling now.

You were now kissing her shoulder, causing her to shiver against your touch.

The smirk on your face was so big that you feared you could cause your wound to cut open again, but you didn't mind. If there was any chance you could keep her from getting in trouble, you would've taken it.

"So fucking pretty." You whispered as you cupped her breast. The action making her slightly turn her head to look at you, immediately attacking your lips with her own.

Bingo.

"Stop." She demanded with a shaky voice. If you thought she would've given up her new mission just for a few kisses, you were wrong. So, with all the strength she had to not jump on you, she detached herself from your body. "Maybe we could continue this after I'm done with that asshole."

You watched her as she adjusted the gun in her jeans, not giving you the opportunity to argue. She then looked for something in her drawer. What she was searching for you didn't know but you were sure whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Wait here." she demanded before kissing your forehead. The simple gesture made you momentarily forget why she was leaving in the first place.

It was a complete waste of time convincing Tess to do something she didn't want to. She was persistent, a real pain in the ass from time to time, but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for her. You well aware of all the shit she did and the bad things she would've keep doing even after you'd tell her you didn't agree with her actions. She was like that, it was impossible to change her mind. And you were still learning how to deal with it.

"I'll be back soon." She gave you one last look and with that, she left.

You huffed heading to the bed you two shared, convincing yourself a good sleep would help you ease the nervousness you felt knowing your girlfriend was risking her life just for something she could've easily shrug off. Giving the fact that you worked all day and that you took a few punches, tiredness overcomed your body immediately so you didn't even try to fight it when your eyes shut and your body relaxed.

•••

"Scoot." Tess said, startling you. Then she scoffed as she took off her jacket. "You always take all the bed when you sleep."

You briefly looked around and noticed the sun has since long set. Tess' silhouette was illuminated only by the moonlight.

You moved to your side and turned around, staring at the wall in front of you, your back now facing her.

Suddenly you felt a pair of strong hands around you and her hot breath on your neck, then a kiss was placed right on the crown of your head.

"Everything alright?" Despite the tiredness in your voice, the hint of concerne was evident in your tone. "You're not hurt, are you?"

She made you turn around to face her, silently giving you permission to check her yourself, which was highly appreciated by you. When you made sure there wasn't any sign of injury, you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You turned around again and she pressed her front to your back, caressing your side slowly.

"One thing's sure, dear," she whispered, gripping your thigh. "He's not gonna hurt you again."

If you read the whole thing I'm sorry for wasting your time thank you so so much! I hope this little piece of crap fanfiction satisfied your expectations.<3

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Pregnancy Cravings

Joseph Quinn x F!Reader

Pregnancy comes with weird cravings, Joseph isn’t complaining

{Thank you @lovejosephquinn for being my proofreader. ILY}

Smut 18+ Minors DNI!

Real Person Fanfiction {If you don't like, don't read}

Y/N needed her husband.

She used to talk with her friends about pregnancy and the weird cravings women would have. She never put much thought into it until Joseph got her pregnant. Cravings hit her like a freight train. Pickles and peanut butter were the first. Then it was Pickles and Ice Cream.

Bless poor Joseph’s heart. Midnight trips to pick up jar after jar of pickles. He never complained. He just gave her forehead a kiss and grabbed his keys.

This new craving was one she didn’t expect and she needed her husband to fulfill it.

Y/N bounced her leg as she sat on the couch. Joseph was returning home from a trip away. Wesley offered to pick him up from the airport so that she could make their home perfect for his arrival.

She jumped up when she heard the lock click open.

“Love, I’m h-mmph!”

He took a step back to stay upright when she jumped him. He caught her with a laugh.

“I missed you too.”

She clung to him like a koala and took a deep breath to inhale his scent which made her want for him that much stronger.

“Joey…”

“Yeah.”

“I need you.”

He smiled and kissed her temple. “I’m here.”

“No, I need you.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. “Oh. Now?”

“Yes.”

“Can I atleast take a shower?”

“Not without me.”

“Okay.”

Once in the shower, Y/N didn’t hesitate to fall to her knees in front of him. He shivered when she took his growing cock into her hand.

Joseph tossed his head back with a groan when she licked his tip. He placed one of his hands against the wall to steady himself as she took him into her mouth. He took a handful of Y/N’s hair as her head began to move up and down his cock. She fisted the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the first taste of his precum on her tongue. She let out a desperate moan.

“Shit,” he cursed as the delicious vibration around his cock. “Love, you’re gonna make me cum.”

She sped up her pace at the thought and blinked up at him with pleading eyes.

Joseph stared down at her. “Oh? Is that what you want? You want me to cum down your throat.”

Y/N whimpered.

She gagged when he thrusted his hips too hard. Joseph looked down at her with wide eyes. Despite how good it felt, there was still a little bit of concern that he went too far. “Shit, Baby. Are you okay?”

Y/N gave his thigh a squeeze, their unspoken signal to keep going. He blinked when she yanked on his leg.

“You want me to do it again?”

She batted her eyes up at him.

Joseph’s head fell back with a drawn out groan. “Fuck. You’re so good to me, Love.”

She clenched around nothing as he used her throat like his personal fleshlight. A mewl escaped her when he tugged on her hair. Her lungs burned with the lack of oxygen and made her eyes tear up.

He panted like a cat in heat. “Shit, Love. I’m going to cum.”

The tension in his gut was released once she swallowed around him. He let out a grunt and held her still as he spilled into her. The taste of his cum washed over her tongue and satisfied her craving.

She rested her forehead against his thigh when he pulled his limp dick out of her warm mouth with a hiss. Joseph untangled his fingers and combed them through her hair as he caught his breath.

“Are you alright, Love?”

She sluggishly nodded her head. “I’m good,” she answered, softly.

Joseph grabbed her arms like she was made of porcelain and helped her stand up. Y/N leaned against his chest. He cupped her cheek and titled her face up to kiss her.

“I’ve never seen you so wanton before. What’s gotten into you?” he asked when it ended.

Flustered, she ducked her head. “I crave you,”she whispered.

“You…crave me? You mean more than usual,” he joked with a wiry grin.

She nodded with a small smile.

“If I knew getting you pregnant would make you do something like that, I would’ve bred you a lot sooner.”

His words sent a tingle between her legs and she clenched her thighs.

“Joseph…”

She squeaked when he cupped her, his finger dipped between her wet folds.

“Your turn.”

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here's an idea: the tentacle monsters have started attacking, so everywhere builds shelters to keep them out. When the dimensional barriers get thin, the air raid sirens go off, and everyone retreats to the bunkers. There's a sort of airlock system where they can visually verify who is trying to get in, after a tentacle monster tried fitting into a suit and walking upright as a sort of parody of humans, like three raccoons in a trench coat.

everyone retreats to the safety of the bunkers. at first it was just the women, but a bunch of men learned the hard way that tentacle monsters don't know or care about what gender is, they just like holes. so everyone gets let into the bunkers. They quickly built more bunkers, so there's the new men's bunkers and the older women's bunkers.

The bunkers stay locked the whole time, once the first hour is over, they stay locked the rest of the 24 hours. you can't even unlock them from the inside, not after a foolish person panicked and tried to flee the main seattle bunker, letting in three tentacle monsters.

I walk up to the women's bunker for my city, wearing a kn95 mask. just because we're under attack from alien sex-pests from another dimension doesn't mean covid has gone away. The guards at the airlock pause for a moment: it's 12:57 am, nearly time to close the gates for the night. And one of them, a stocky woman who looks like she lives in a gym, had given me some shit last time for being trans, trying to send me to the men's bunker. I threatened to report her, the law is quite clear, so she let me in, but gave me the side-eye every time.

She discusses something with the other guard, then waves me in. The inner door opens, and I step into the room. It's a big rectangle with a linoleum floor, full of folding chairs and a few desks and beds by the corner. You can tell this place was built in a hurry, and designing something comfortable was last in their mind... just about everything is more comfortable than having all your holes violated by a octopus-xenomorph from beyond space, even if some of the victims report feeling high and blissed-out by the experience. Drug tests found some strange substances in their system: something like MDMA, THC, and weirder chemicals that we're not sure what they do. Apparently the monsters enjoy it more if their victims are enjoying it too, and they're entirely willing to hack our endocrine system to try to make sure we enjoy it.

I look around, and a coworker comes running over. She sees the look in my eyes, and asks what's wrong. I try to scream in reply, and the muffled mumble that comes out only worries her further.

My hands reach up to remove my mask, against all my efforts, and she notices the thin tendril looped around my arms, peeking out of the wrist of my longsleeve shirt. My mask comes off, and like vomit pours out a tentacle.

My white cotton underpants hit the floor as two more tentacles burst out from their hiding places, tendrils that had been sneaking down my legs withdrawing as the puppet's strings are cut. I collapse to the floor as the tentacle monsters burst out, worn out from having an entire set of monsters stuffed into my colon and neouterus and halfway down my throat.

I'm lying on the floor in a haze, tasting bile and alien ooze, as I start to faint. The last thing I see before everything goes black is my coworker being penetrated by the monster that had been down my throat, feeding me oxygen through some kind of internal air-sac. There's screams as the other women futilely try to escape the other two monsters they're trapped in the bunker with.

only 23 hours before the doors open again.

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 9 months

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Scars(20)

Chapter 20: And She liked it

Warning: fluff, cursing,

As much as Alice wanted to continue kissing Loki, never letting go, oxygen was essential. Beginning to feel light-headed and dizzy, Alice pushed Loki away, letting up for air.

"Sorry, Darling. Got a little carried away," Loki said as he saw her panting. She took a moment to lay down on her bed.

"It's okay...I liked it" She reached forward and touched his cheek Loki smiled as he leaned down to give her a much softer and less heated kiss.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you play. " Tony said as he scooped up his winnings in the table, The Avenger regularly played poker but never with money. "Alright, I say we call it a night you guys have nothing left, and I'm tired of taking from- Hey Baby," Tony immediately changed his tone as Pepper walked into the room.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Pepper leaned on Tony's shoulder.

"Poker," Steve said

"more like an auction," Sam corrected.

"Oh, who's winning "

Everyone looked at Tony, Pepper looked at Tony Suspiciously he just smiled. She looks down, notices a shiny silver bracelet on Tony's wrist, and hits him on the back of the head " He's cheating," she states, snatching the bracelet off.

"I knew it," Natasha said, glaring at him.

"Lilly is helping him."

"Lilly? Who's Lilly"

"I'm Lilly" Clint jumps as a woman appears behind him she waves " And your hand was terrible the whole game. I didn't have to help there" She pointed to Bruce

"What the fuck?" Bucky stared the woman up and down. Looking her up and down one would think she just appeared But Steve and Bucky could see that she held no heartbeat and she did not breathe.

"This is Lilly. Alice's mother," Tony said, squeezing Pepper's hand.

"AI Hologram," Bruce said as he put his glasses back on, getting a good look at her.

"Again, what the fuck?" Bucky said Thor passed him a bottle of Asgardian booze.

Tony mumbled something before he stood up and left the room Pepper gave them and strained smile before following. Lilly appears in his seat and folded her hands in her lap. " I'm Lilly. Tony made me from his memories. He plugged me in recently."

The room was silent as everyone let the information settle in. Lilly sat awkwardly, more to them than her, as everyone looked off in the distance slowly accepting some weird shit Tony once again provided. Everyone looked as Lilly spoke again.

"I'm like J.A.R.V.I.S. with control of most of the tower when I'm plugged up. with the exception of a few floors."

"What floors are you restricted from," Natasha asked curiously she and Clint were wondering which floor and why if she was an AI like Jarvis.

"Alice's floor. But I can look at her room from security cameras".

At the mention of security cameras, Bruce tensed up as Lilly looked directly at him for a moment and smiled. She knew she knew more than he knew. Hell, she knew what was happening right now, at this very moment, with Alice and Loki. But just like Bruce, she was keeping a secret.

Alice asked for another kiss and another and another. And Loki obliged. Alice asked for more kisses, and Loki gave them to her. Alice was very inexperienced, and Loki was her teacher. And he was going to give her a life's worth of kissing lessons.

"Lightly bite and pull," Loki instructed as demonstrated on her lips she whimpered as he nibbled on her bottom lip. She did as she was told and repeated his actions. She leaned forward to do it again.

"Open," Loki demanded, she opened her mouth. She closed her eyes and gasped as she felt his tongue dip into her mouth. Alice pulled him closer and held on tight as he explored her mouth. Oh, she wanted so much more she wanted to taste and feel him more. She wanted so much more. But she was mortal, and he was not. Oxygen was more important and essential to her than him. She pulled back "I'm sorry"

"No, ...no I'm sorry I forgot you had to breath" Loki chuckled as gently stroked her cheek.

"It's okay. I liked it"

Loki stayed with Alice until she fell asleep then he slipped away giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead and then he was gone.

Bruce nearly jumped out of his skin when he came out of the bathroom to find Loki sitting at his desk.

"Do you want him to kill you?!"

"I thought we were on my friendly terms"

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose " What do you want? "

"Alice"

"Is she alright? What happened" Bruce asked, worry in his voice..

"she's fine for now. She's asleep. There was an incident that happened that I wanted to talk to you about."

Bruce picked at his sweater nervously. He wished he had never found out about their relationship he wouldn't be in this position if he hadn't. If only Bruce just stayed in his room that day.

"what is it? what happened?"

"Earlier, Thor barged into my room without knocking, I had to quickly teleport from her room to mine."

"Yeah, he was inviting you to game night," Bruce remembered

"I left without saying anything to her. When I came back a few minutes later she was in tears hysterical beside herself. Just in a panic, She was upset because I left her without a word. She thought I had abandoned her.

I can see why my sudden leaving would upset her, but to that extent, I-I don't understand. "

"Okay," Bruce said as he ran his hands over his face and sat down " Alice grew up and was raised in isolation with only her dad, a dad who wasn't really around and disappeared frequently with no explanation.

I think she's grown attached to you as the only one who comes to her so frequently, almost every day, she comes to depend on you and was scared and thought she lost you for a second."

Or at least this is what gathered from what he knew about (Y/n) as a person, her relationship with her father, and then her relationship with Loki. Alice had very few people in her life it wasn't a shock to see her clinging to people that gave her the most attention. Loki, in this case. And panicked when said person took away such attention with no sudden warning.

"Will she be like this every time I leave?" Loki didn't like the idea of Alice being hurt in any way.

"I think as long as you give her a heads up and give her some time to adjust would help. I don't know what else to do"

"Thank you, Dr. Banner" And in a flash, Loki was gone. And Bruce collapsed onto his bed.

"Why does everyone think I'm that kind of doctor"

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Saved by a Kiss

this has been stuck in my head since @winterboxx mentioned it and well i hope y’all enjoy this!

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Irene leaned back against the wall of the crowded frat house. Why the hell did they even come here? The music sucked, the booze was disgusting and everyone was either making out with someone or grinding onto someone else in the middle of the living room.

They brought the nasty concoction of cheap beer to their lips and sipped. Better than studying and way less depressing than being stuck in their dorm on a Friday night.

They could hear Bosco laughing with her friends. At least someone was enjoying this. They dipped again from their cup which was now empty. Finally, perfect reason to get away from the mind numbing music.

Irene left and walked into the kitchen, finding the giant bowl of whatever shit concoction they were drinking. Some guy served them another red solo cups worth of the mix. They nodded and took the cup, leaning against the counter as they watched the party from their spot.

A very giggly and smiley girl walked in, more like she stumbled in but Irene wouldn't say that. She was blonde and dressed for the party, skin showing and accentuating her body. She went up and poured herself a cup, gulping down the alcohol. She looked over to Irene and they could see the wheels turning.

“You look familiar. Do we have any classes together?” The blonde asked, her headed tilted only emphasizing her child like energy.

Irene looked over at her, eyes scanning over her scantily clad body. A blush pink baby tee and booty shorts that exposed all of her fishnet covered legs. They looked at her and nodded briefly. “Yeah. We both take creative comp. You’re Sugar right?”

“Oh yeah! You’re Irene right?”

“The one and only.” They flashed a small grin, raising their cup. Sugar laughed at that.

“You always have those like really cool earrings but I’m always scared to talk you since like, you look ready to murder everyone.”

“It’s an 8 am writing class on Fridays.” Irene said bluntly. “That’s the literal 9th circle of hell.”

Sugar laughed loudly which caught them off guard, nearly spilling their drink. “Not wrong about that. You’re pretty funny.”

“Thanks. It’s a coping skill since everyone hates me.”

“I don’t.”

“You just said you’re afraid to talk with me.”

“But I don’t hate you. You’re like cool. Or you seen that way.” She smiled at them. Irene smiled back half heartedly at her before she watched the bubbly girl pale.

“Fuck.”

“What?” They turned to the direction she was looking.

“It’s my stupid ex. Shit, he’s coming over here.” Sugar stood up straighter and walked over to where Irene was, her hand clutching her cup.

“Is he like bad or just annoying?” Irene asked, arching a brow at the blonde.

“Annoying and doesn’t get the hint that I don’t want to talk to him ever again.” She but her lower lip as they seemed to approach the kitchen. She looked up at Irene.

Irene met her gaze and smirked just a bit as a thought came into her head. “Don’t freak out.”

“What’re you-“

In an instant, their lips were on Sugars and kissing hard. It took the blonde a moment to adjust but soon her lips moved back against theirs in a steamy and delightful kiss. They could taste her lip gloss and it drew Irene in. Their hands found the girls waist and Sugars wrapped around their neck, holding onto each other with a newfound desperation for more.

Eventually the need for oxygen came forward and Sugar pulled back, little pants coming from her plump lips. Her arms were still around their neck as she stared up at them in shock. Irene glanced around briefly, containing their grin.

“You think that got the message across, sweetheart?” They gave a gentle squeeze to her hips, sending a shiver through Sugar. She looked up at them again and waited a moment before smiling shyly.

“Well you can never be to sure. What if he walks back here? Maybe you need to… do it again. Just to be safe.” Sugar said with a subtle blush, getting Irene to chuckle.

“Gladly, sweetheart.” They whispered as they leaned down for another kiss.

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Hey guys, I wrote on Wattpad and decided to start uploading imagines on here. My English isn’t 100% so I hope you still understand and enjoy it!!

*SEASON 4 SPOILERS, kind off?*

We knew the makeshift sheild wouldn't hold. "Shit" Dustin muttered. Eddie looked at Dustin, to me and then the dangling rope that was our only escape back to the real world. "Go, go go go" He pushed Dustin and I towards it. Dustin climbed up and fell through. "Y/N, I'll push you up come on" I looked at the doorway and then back at Eddie. *He's going to die* A voice in my head whispered giving me a small headache at the back of my head, I scrunched my eyebrows together and then said "Eds if you go up first you can pull me up quickly" He thought about it for a second but then agreed. He climbed up and fell through, his big eyes searching mine, waiting for me to jump up.

"Y/N come on, it's your turn" I grabbed onto the rope but didn't pull myself up. I looked to my left, to Eddie's Spear and then back at him. He shook his head already knowing what I was going to do. He jumped up trying to climb through to me, but I grabbed the spear and sliced the rope, watching Eddie fall back to his feet. "Y/N don't do this" I looked at Dustins face and gave him a reassuring smile. "Y/N" Eddie screamed, and as he did, the bats came through. I grabbed the spear and sheild and ran outside. "Come here you stupid shits" I ran. I could hear the thumping of my heart in my ears.

*They need more time* The voice I previousley heard had come back. They needed more time. I stopped running and pulled my shield off my shoulders, holding it up in front of my chest. I held the spear up, ready for the bats. I watched as they created a circle around me. For a moment everything was still and quiet, I took a deep breath and then screamed, making them angry. "Fuck you" I charged at them, swinging my spear and pushing my sheild onto the ones I missed. As I swung forward to stab one, another came knocking my sheild out of my hand. Shit. I swung my spear, rotating it in my palms, trying to hit as many as I could.

That's when it hit me. A searing pain washed through my abdoman, the pain felt like I had just be stabbed and had the knife drag through my skin. I looked down seeing a bat latching itself onto my flesh. I tried to pull it off, but as I did, another one came onto my other side, biting my skin, ripping it into pieces. I tried to fight off the rest, my energy slowly dying. I tried to hold on, I knew they were close. Come on y/n. My knee gave way, I fell into a lunge position, still with my spear up high. "Come on, I know you're hungry" It was almost over. Then, another strike. One sunk its teeth into my bank, dragging its razor sharp teeth downwards, ripping my flesh. I fell to my knees. I screamed, I screamed so loud, tasting the blood in my dry throat. Before I fell completely, I saw the remaining bats fall around me. They did it, they really did it. A small tear fell from my eye, as I closed them to rest.

"Y/N" A sigh left my body, hearing his voice. I felt my head get lifted and placed on a soft surface. "Hey, open your eyes for me angel" His rough fingers grazed my cheek, his touch giving me the bit of energy I needed to open my eyes. "Hey" I strained out, as blood began to fall from my lips. He shook his head at me, his own tears now falling onto my forehead. "It's okay" He shook his head harder and leaned down, placing a soft kiss to my head. The blood from my wounds were gushing, I didn't have much time left, he knew it too. "I'm going to get you to a hospital okay?" A small laugh fell from my lips, it sounded more like a breath of air because of the lack of oxygen my lungs were getting. "They'll love you, you know. Just be y... Just be you okay" I struggled, using the last bit of air my body had left. I smiled at him as he held me close. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my head one more time. "I love you" He whispered against my head. " And I.. I L-love you"

#eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #xreader #imagine #eddie my beloved #hellfire club #dustin henderson #dustin x reader

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beatles-bum · 11 months

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Got a niche movie you like, that you wish more people talked about?

Hoooo boy I have been Ruminating on this for hours and realizing just how mainstream my taste in movies is, lmao. One movie I watched this year that I really enjoyed, though, was Oxygen. It's about a French scientist who wakes up in a malfunctioning cryogenic chamber with no memory of who she is or how she was put under, and only an hour and a half of oxygen left. The actual movie itself is decent, but what really made it stand out to me was Mélanie Laurent's acting. It takes massive skill to carry a movie almost entirely on your own like she does in this, and she gave such a compelling performance that completely blew me away. There were also some really well-written plot twists in the story to keep you on your toes just when you think you get what's going on. The score also fit the movie PERFECTLY and added so much depth to the emotional scenes and tension to the more intense scenes. A really great French language sci-fi movie. There's also Tick, Tick... BOOM!, which definitely got a bit of attention when it first came out thanks to Andrew Garfield being in it, but I haven't heard jack-shit about it since then. Furthermore, I feel like most of the attention it did get was all about Andrew Garfield's looks, and less about his or any of the actors' performances themselves, which, in my opinion, is a crying shame, because the songs are so well done and every single actor in it absolutely killed it. And finally, I havent seen many people talk about My Cousin Vinny, but maybe I just live under a rock, lmao. Either way, it's an absolutely hilarious movie, but it also has some more heartfelt moments in there that make it feel more grounded in reality, and Joe Pesci and Marissa Tomei are SO good in it. It has a good balance of everything I like to see in movies, and it's been one of my favorites since I was a kid.

#sorry this went on wayyyy longer than i meant it to lmaoooo #me: “idk I'm not that into movies :/” also me: this

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simiansmoke · 11 months

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@koopzilla

His heart craved an early burial. Yet another relic of power has been stolen from his clutches at the very last second. The taste is bitter. The purpose of their journey sullied tense toes as dust-- at least to him. Rage is a thick blanket of ignorance: he had not even begun to consider what produced their enchanted umbrella.

Bowser diligently shook every molecule of oxygen out of the kong's lungs! The ape's survival is assured only because energy is low all around. Wasting every reserve, the king is eventually reduced to a huffing puffing shell of himself, choked of air and vigor alike. The weight of the great ape becomes too burdensome to bear. One last shake frees the monkey from his grip. Exhausted, the king crashed to his rump just as their shield unveils the night sky. It is a glittering carpet: each star cheers for their survival! The stagnant air of the temple is replenished by the life of the forest. A cooling wind whipped through his mane. Though they sit in the center of a landfill, beyond the loving embrace of the forest waits to greet them...! Alas, Bowser vows to set this whole island aflame for betraying him. As he stared upward into the heavens, its burning image is all he can think about... The innocent shine of the banana peel between them goes unnoticed... The silence beckoned the question: what now? The castle uber waited for the pair at the beach... but the desire to return lay crushed beneath the rumble. Despite his rage a moment prior, Bowser proved equally able to thrive in silence. A smooth exhale jet steam to his thighs. His flame is extinguished, and fatigue sits in its place. It eventually drags the beast to his flank. He laid out on his side, claw flat against his cheek. Bowser retreated behind his eyelids. He might have slept right there if not for one annoying fuzzy variable across from him. Bowser issues one last complaint behind a tired sigh. "Rrrrrghhh... Your kingdom... is a JOKE..."

He hits the broken floor with a 'hup!' still squeezing the banana from earlier with a little shake in his shoulders after having come so close - yet again - to dying a horrible death no one would know about or speak of again. When he shot a glare over to the Koopa king, DK prepared for an onslaught, tired and beaten as he was. "What the fuck was THAT?" He demands, though the sight of the sullen king keeps him from pressing further. Great...don't get him wrong, it was 'great' that Bowser didn't have the power of a whole ass wish to himself, but the sight of him slumped over so pathetically, well... let's just say it gave mega second hand embarrassment. Teeth no longer clenched in anger, but rather - hesitance to say more for fear of some extra cringe fodder, he sighed and stood up.

Padding over to the Koopa's side, he pressed his bruised knuckles into the other's knee - a gentle signal to rise. It was time to go. While he headed toward the trail head and waited for the other to collect his shit and join him, DK began peeling the banana, surprised to find it still glowing on the inside of the peel. Hopefully it wasn't radioactive. He rammed it down his throat. D-delicious... so warm and buttery. It tasted like air and light trapped inside a crystal so all could admire its sheen. It was a definite pick-me-up despite everything.

Still waiting a few yards away, DK glanced over his shoulder as the complaint met him mid-chew. A brow quirks up while the other squinted ahead, annoyed but understanding. "Then why rn't you laughing?" He swallows hard and pads back over to the ground-bound Koopa, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he waited for him to collect himself. "C'mon. Stop being so melodramatic."

"My arm's sore and I need a drink."

#//im not carrying ur fatass to the ship #koopzilla

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"But how do you KNOW you're allergic to [etc]?"

You fat, bloated, denialist piece of shit.

A few years ago I was having some severe breathing problems. Just, could not catch my breath, was in severe distress. However, breathing normally gave me a bit of hyperventilation systems. So it felt like it was both hyper and hypo ventilation, in different parts of my body.

It caused my heart to race and become excruciatingly painful, as it didn't feel like I was getting enough oxygen. For fucking hours I struggled in my bed fighting the urge to go to the ER, because I hoped I'd pull through for free. It was weeks before COVID formally became a thing, and I had some mysterious problems that felt like lung and heart issues. Stuff that I was normally food sensitive to was causing problems in other parts of my body. Stuff that later I'd learn sounded like cytokine storms.

I've always had excruciatingly bad bowel problems. Like, inflammatory bowel issues. In the years since, I've cut cottonseed oil and eggs and anything with peanuts or made in facilities that also do peanuts, out of my diet. And enjoyed massive improvement in my ability to shit and also not feel pain. Whereas before for whole years since graduating highschool I had 4-6 day stints of not shitting and severe cramps and pain.

However, since I live with a narcissistic piece of shit mother, whom insists that because she lacks these problems, there's no reason I should have them, keeps "accidentally" trying to reintroduce them into my diet, and just making the most stupid arguments as to why "what you experienced was probably just a panic attack/not real."

Fucking excuse you, but I came in from shoveling snow a few years ago and absolutely could not catch my breath. My diaphragm felt like it was filled with wax and clogged and wasn't functioning properly. Th only 'panic attack' I felt was from what felt like death of being strangulated, and that came only from my breathing issue.

And the only correlation was that I'd eaten half of fish that was cooked in cottonseed oil between when I had a flareup the first time vs. the second time. Where I hadn't been out shoveling, I just ate the fish and started feeling short of breath.

And the time before that, I'd had a little peanut butter and experienced what truly felt like a heart attack and anaphlectic shock. My heart just randomly started beating crazily, painfully, so I lay down on the floor to prevent myself from passing out and falling. From that day onwards, I've avoided peanuts, peanut oil, or anything else with peanuts in it, or was make in a facility that processed peanuts.

Similarly, with chicken eggs. I was already strangely sensitive to chicken. I like the taste; what I don't like is my bowels swelling up into nonfunctional hypersensitive pain flumes and causing me so much agony I want to fucking die from constipation.

And that rancid fucking cunt keeps on trying to sneak these things back into my diet to "try" and prove that I don't have any problems. Keeps "forgetting." I argue these things make me excruciatingly hurt, and I do not want them. She argues, "Well you ate them before and survived, didn't you? I think you just suffered a big panic attack."

Fuck you. Panic attacks don't feel like your bowels are paralyzed but actively trying to bend themselves like suspension bridges collapsing during an earthquake.

Then she went on to list all her allergies and how allergies cause other things like rashes and eyes watering and how it's impossible to just have an isolated reaction just in your GI tract, lungs or heart. "I'm a NURSE, I know! If you were having an allergic reaction, it'd be over your entire body!"

You're full of shit. What I experienced, I rightfully should've gone to the emergency room. And if I had enough fucking money to go and not be out tens of thousands of dollars in medical debt, I'd have fucking went. You selfish, conniving, exploitative bitch.

Too fucking lazy to just NOT put all the foods that I can't eat in the god damned meals. Keeps trying to "sneak (teehee)" that shit into my food, just to "prove all your problems are in your head."

I've recovered THIS MUCH because I stopped eating that shit and feeling like death warmed over every day. You lazy, disgusting tub of fuck. I don't feel like I'm one bad day away from needing to visit the emergency room anymore. And she thinks that means green light go to put that shit back in my body.

I know she's doing it on purpose, because I keep telling her, shit with cottonseed oil, shit with egg in it (yolks OR whites), shit with peanuts or peanut oil, all that shit causes bowel and breathing issues for me, which is very much not a fun time. She keeps trying to catch me with my guard down and "accidentally" add it, it go missed, so she can then go "SEE!? IT DIDN'T HURT YOU, DID IT!?" and live out that fantasy I have no problems but mental ones. Because those are cheaper to quiet.

Doesn't give a shit that I felt like I was going to die from what the food did to me, just cares that I didn't die, therefore, "there was no problem." And once again insisted, it was purely a panic attack.

Declaring something a panic attack is her way of saying there was no problem, it was all just imagined, the fault lays in you. AKA, "you're just delusional, there is no problem."

Because the alternative, that there is a biological and chemical reason why my bowels and lungs behave this way, would just be too god damned expensive. So, she reasons it must be imaginary.

It doesn't help that she's one of those narcsissitic psychotic goons that believes "positive vibes" change the universe, and that stupid "The Secret" thing that was so popular among middle aged/elderly housewives for so fucking long. A belief system that rewarded you for thinking if you obstinately just ignore reality and insist it works another way with denial, you could retroactively change reality just by sheer stubborrnness.

As a result, I will not tolerate any woman with similar beliefs. You're a liability, on top of being a pain in the ass. Dangerous levels of denying reality so you can try and play chicken with causality and physics. And the fact so many of you bitches are insulated from the consequences of your own beliefs directly, using other people as proxies when your big "belief something is true" fails, you never have any skin in the game to fucking learn from failure. You never have any reason to fucking doubt. You never have to take any accountability for the hubris.

So she decides I don't have an egg issue and just buys me a snack with egg in it, I eat it and feel like shit, and low and behold it turns out she ignored I said, "don't buy me shit with egg in it."

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awrldalone · 2 years

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12th July 2022, 11.04pm

It is hard to let myself be loved.

Objectively, I spent a good week. I stayed at my boyfriend’s place, a one bedroom apartment he’s moving out of soon, and I met his parents, and some of his friends. We held hands in public, we kissed, we went on dates.

But I find it hard to let myself be loved. I do not mean it physically, I do not mean that it is hard to let him touch me, to whimper under his weight, to feel his lips on mine on my skin on my hands on my fingers. What I mean is, it is tough to accept I am not hated. Nobody is, to be frank, but sometimes generalizing things too much, stating the absolute, makes it easier to find the exception.

“Everyone is loved” are three words that are instantly, instinctively followed by “except me”. “Everyone is pretty”, “everyone is enough”. They simply trigger a reaction similar to moving your hand too close to fire. Everyone but me.

So when he holds me tight, when I lay on his chest, when he shows me his secret places in his hometown – my first instinct is to doubt.

It is not that I have trust issues. I am not scared of being cheated on. I am not scared of being left alone. (I am, in reality, but not in that sense.) It just feels like everything could crumble. Am I not giving enough love? Do I deserve to receive the love he hands me, like a gift?

He has tole me he loves me directly once. I was lying next to him in the dark, the fan was on and the air was running over our naked bodies, cooling us down. His breath was all that I heard, slightly panting, catching up oxygen. He moved towards me and he said: “I think I love you.” and my heart stopped. i wanted to rip it out of my chest to give it to him. I said: “I think I do too.” We think a lot.

We visited la Fondation Vasarely. The whole museum was practically empty. The art was impressive. Color laid out with precision on the canvas, smooth and brushstrokes-less. To think that such paintings were created before computers could help is humbling, jaw dropping.

One night we went to a party. It was to make me meet his friends, except none of them showed up. A few had covid, another few were close contacts of positive people. Part of me screamed not to go. The rise in cases could have been the best excuse. “Can we not go? I would not want to be positive before my flight.” Was on the tip of my tongue. I bit it. We went to the bus stop and I met the only girl he liked who was going to the party. All the others who were invited, they both either disliked or did not know.

Somehow, my ability to speak French disappeared.

When I was a child, just going to elementary school, I was shy. It took me years to unlearn not letting myself talk. It felt like I regressed to that age, finding it hard to string together sentences. I looked at him for confirmation that what I said made sense and he nodded every time, even when I made mistakes.

To be honest, at times I did not talk not because of lack of language, but rather because of lack of words. How can i insert myself in a conversation about someone I do not know?

We got to the birthday boy’s villa, the only three who came by bus, and a few people were already there. We gave him his present, which I had wrapped in a green ribbon, and we sat with the other guests, sipping tequila-flavored beer (apparently it costs a lot, and people love it there – it was awful).

I was surprised by how much they talked shit about people. Dirty mouths. Again, I had nothing to say, nothing to become a part of the conversation, until the sun set and the light slowly started fading into black.

I like drunk people. They’re more sociable, more easily impressed. I talked with some, about nothing and everything. I got drunk, but not so much that I would forget the night. I had a shot of tequila, and a girl was surprised by how I cut the lemon. I tried some bad French liquors, a weird iteration of vodka redbull sans-redbull, and at one point a girl made a drink with milk. It tasted like berries.

I also do not like drunk people. M. got a bit too drunk; or should I say: he endures alcohol less than I do, because I drank just as much if not more than him. The point is– he got angry at me.

We had our first fight, and the morning after he did not even remember it. It started because he said there was another gay boy at the party, and I made some offhand remark on how he should not cheat on me. It was a joke. It clearly was. But he got upset, mad at the idea that I doubted him for even a second.

Then, his anger was redirected to something else. He said I should never wear dresses, or paint my nails, because they will stab me. He was referencing something we had talked about earlier that day. He said I do not get it, that I did not grow up like him. I tried to comfort him, calm him, but he started crying until some people came over to chat with us.

I left for a few minutes to clear up my mind, and when I got back to him he was okay. He had already forgotten.

His internalized homophobia hurts me a lot. The fact he would say such things, the fact he would say that he’d leave me if I painted my nails, scares me. Maybe it’s also the fact he seemed so controlling about it.

I am telling myself that we will get through it. It is normal to face hardship in life. He’s aware that his internalized homophobia is bad, and he is trying to get better, which is why I like him so much. Like me, he believes in growing, improving, making mistakes and fixing things.

We danced. French people do not dance. They jump and rap the song. He called an uber. We said goodbye under the blue lights.

-c.

#diary

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expelumos · 6 years

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that moment when a teacher grades you lower than you know you deserve because they don’t like you :)))))))))))))

#i gave her literally the biggest amount of projects in the entire class and she still have me a bad grade #i even fucking put these projects in proper folders and this fucking bitch oh my god #i get that you might now fucking like me or my projects but i gave you them so just because i design things differently than you #doesnt mean you can lower my grades because we have different tastes #and she's been doing that this entire year #istg one day im just gonna lose it and walk up to her and fucking ask her about it #im not gonna be treated like im less because i design shit my way #that fucking bitch asskdjkjdakajds #everytime i see her or hear her i wanna fucking tell her to shut up or leave #like my school at least #or this planet because she's just wasting oxygen #i fucking hate her so much i dont even feel sorry about this rant #amy says

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

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