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hunnylagoon · 8 months ago

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Take Me to War

PT2 Metaphor

Streamer! Ellie Williams x reader

Where do I pour my love if you take away my pen and paper?

Premise: You are starting to like your annoyingly loud neighbour more than you want to admit.

PT1 Here!

Warnings: Raunchy humour

The gym was busy on this particular day, I absentmindedly judged others for being at the gym at noon on a Saturday like they should have been doing something more interesting with their time until I realized I was at the gym at noon on a Saturday with no other plans for the rest of the day "And she's hot?" Abby asks me while she effortlessly benches something around 170 and I do nothing more than lean on the wall behind her.

"She's hot," I answer, scrolling through her feed on Instagram like the weird little stalker I was. I hadn't gone full FBI, just looked her up and possibly watched some of her videos "It's kind of cool that I have an internet celebrity living next to me."

"Define cool," Abby props the bar back onto the saddles of the machine and sits up, taking a chug from her water bottle.

"She is cool," I defend "It's not that weird Minecraft roleplay that your grimy cousins watch, it's just like video games and vlogs, that kind of stuff."

Abby looks back at me, sweat drips from her blonde hairline and rests above her brow "How is that even a career?"

I shrug in response "Sponsorships and donations and shit."

"Why do people throw so much money at streamers?"

"Parasocial relationships, I wrote an article about it last year which you said you read."

She sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "You were writing a lot of articles, hard to keep up with."

"Define a lot," I mock Abby's words. I glance at a guy in between the rows of gleaming machines, their metallic frames reflecting the obnoxious glow overhead. He had been using the leg press upside down, his neck hunched over into an almost horrifying posture, his shoulders pressing against the top plate. It might've been the most normal thing I've seen in New York.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

I wrinkle my nose, thinking about it "I met her last week, I just don't think I know her that well." Within the past week that I've met her, I've been crawling out to the fire escape every morning just so her drowsy eyes could peer into my vacant skull and in recent months I had given up on dating, like a spider, I devoured my own heart.

"That's kind of the point of dating," She lays back down on the bench press "Getting to know each other."

"I think I'm too busy to date," I tuck my phone into my pocket, crossing my arms while I watch Abby. I wasn't entirely sure that I was too busy to date but I tended to consume myself entirely and make everything far more complicated than it needed to be. I still perform autopsies on conversations I've had years ago, clinging to every word like I need them to survive.

"Why don't you wanna be happy?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows "You're always getting in your own way, is it a tortured poet type of thing?"

My breath hitches in my throat. How I hate when she's right. The last serious relationship I had was in college and even then I had sabotaged myself, I didn't know where it came from other than a nagging feeling that I wasn't deserving of the love that had been offered up to me on a shining silver platter. "I do I'm-

"Just not ready?" Abby cuts me off, finishing my sentence so perfectly as if it had been words on a script for some boring play about a woman who hates her life and won't do anything about it.

"Yeah," I say, my voice is quiet, she's got me in a box here.

"If you're not ready to date, you might as well be friends with her," She puts the bar back onto the saddles but this time, stands up after completing her reps. "You need to get out and it seems like you get along well."

"I guess," I say and Abby raises an eyebrow "No, you're right, I need to dig myself out of the grave I've dug for myself." What added to my overly apathetic mood was the season, I was so sick of February. It felt like winter had forced mold to grow on my bones to way me down onto the dirty city pavement where careless New Yorkers would gladly stomp over my body.

"How's it going with the family?" Abby is writing something down in her notes which I assume is her number of sets and reps.

"Nothing new," I answer.

She peers at me over her phone, digging for a more solid answer "Are you still sending your parents money?"

"Yes-

"Why?" Her arms dropped to her side, her phone still in one hand "You shouldn't have to play caretaker for two people who don't care about you," As true as it was, it didn't hurt any less to hear it out of my best friend's mouth.

"It's easier said than done, those are my parents," I'm almost overtaken by a delicate drowsiness from the thoughts of leaving behind the one connection I had to my small-town life. My parents were so careless that I would run around barefoot on the road with the neighbour's kids for hours, narrowly dodging cars that flew past us like it had been a game; everything was a game back then, when I came home to my father's drunkenness, I could hide away in the treehouse and read Harry Potter until the screaming came to a stop.

I was bonded to them like I was to the stray cats who raised me. There was no getting rid of them, we ricocheted between hatred and love like the game of catch I never got to play.

"I'm sorry," She says though I know it is ingenuine "I shouldn't get in between your family."

Abby didn't know them the same way I did. All she knew was the bloodiness of the relationship that I had cried into her arms, she didn't know how kind the wolves were after they tore me apart. The way my father would cheer for me the loudest at my soccer games and how my mother baked for me after a fight, wasn't the apology that I yearned for but the one that was shoved down my throat.

I dug through my brain to search for a way to change the topic "I saw Owen at the market yesterday and he said he wanted you to call him."

"You're fucking kidding."

My deadline had passed with no issue and I was finally blessing myself with a day where I wasn't chained to my desk. I could finally let my poor bloodshot eyes rest and for once I didn't have to drown them in eyedrops.

I was freshly out of the shower when I heard a knock at my door, Margot yelling at me to answer it. I slipped into a matching pyjama set that Abby gave me on my birthday, hurrying as fast as I could to the door. Margot's consistent screaming did nothing to aid this.

Ellie was the last person I expected to see on the other side of the door but there she was. I couldn't help the smile that cracked onto my face "Am I the one being loud now?"

She grins at me "No-it's just that my chat has been begging for you to come back all week and I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do a stream with me?"

I looked down at what I was wearing and suddenly felt like the scrouge, all I was missing was a nightcap and a taper candle. "Can I change first?"

"Go ahead but I think this is one of your best looks."

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow "You have poor judgement since you've never seen me in anything other than pyjamas."

"We should probably fix that then."

"I guess we should." I smile. I decided against changing, it wasn't like I was going out, just heading to my friend's apartment that was three feet away.

"Say as much or as little as you want," She opens the door to let me in "I owe you big time," Ellie says this like I don't want excuses to spend time for her. Like I haven't been freezing my ass off every day just to talk to her when she watches the city wake up as she prepares to rest her head.

Ellie's apartment is more lively than the last time I visited, she's adapted some plants that are already beginning to wilt "Have these been getting any sunlight?"

She furrows her eyebrows "No? They're fake."

"Ellie," I stifle a laugh "I'm like ninety percent sure that fake plants don't wilt."

"Nuh-uh," She walks toward one just rubs its wilting leaf between her thumb and index, it begins to crumble in her hand and she sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "I guess they are real," Ellie pokes a finger into the bone dry soil and wipes the dirt onto her pants "How much do you know about plants?"

"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess more than you."

She nods "Sounds about right," Ellie walks over to her sink to fill a Game of Thrones mug with water before circling back to water her plants "Drink up little buddies."

"looks like you need some sunlight too," I watch her attempt to revive the dying plants and

"Yeah," She keeps hyper-focused on the plants but she cracks a small grin, I could've sworn her smile burnt down the library of Alexandria "I think I'm turning into a vampire."

"The sparkly kind?"

Ellie shakes her head as she stands back up to put the mug on the kitchen island "Like the guy from Sesame Street."

I wrinkle my nose "Yeah, you're looking kind of purple."

"Damn, I was worried you would notice," She smiles again as she opens the door to her office, the purple LED lights are still running but the overhead light is turned on and washes away the colour.

The second I step into the room, Ellie rushes ahead of me and almost jumps to grab the folding chair. She sits herself down and pats her fancy gaming chair for me to sit in it. "Guys, she came!"

I stare at her, eyes wide, jaw slack. "Ellie."

"What?"

"Do you hear yourself?"

She takes a minute to think about it before nodding her head, I could see the exact moment it clicked "No, I hear it," She addresses the camera "Not like that guys but I don't know what she did with her day, not our business though."

Ellie looks at me like she's waiting for approval of her chosen words. After a moment's reflection, I answer dryly "Thanks."

"Sorry for taking so long, I had to water some plants," She watches the chat bar scroll by, squinting before she leans back in her chair, hand running through her hair "No, that's not code for sex."

"Could be," I shrug.

"They wanna know what your name is."

"Top secret."

"Okay," She reads some more comments from the chat "Can you tell them what you do for work?"

"I'm a ghostwriter," I say, giving a little thumbs up. I saw myself in the monitor and wanted to throw my hands at myself for being so awkward.

"Spooky," Ellie smiles "She writes about people instead of interacting with them, that's why she's socially inept." She reaches for her soundboard and presses a button, sounding a prerecorded effect of a crowd cheering and laughing.

"She's never had a girl in her apartment, that's why she can't flirt." I counter as she throws her hands up, I can tell she's about to retort with something before I cut her off "So what were you doing before you kidnapped me?"

"Guys, I didn't kidnap her, she willingly walked in here without the use of excessive force and I have had many a girl in this apartment," Ellie tells the chat before clicking something on her screen "So, they send in videos and we have to not laugh, which isn't hard because they aren't very funny."

"You're not funny either but they watch you," I tease, Ellie fights a smile trying to uphold our image of back and-forth pocking and prodding at one another.

"Laugh three times and you're out."

"Of the apartment?"

"No, you just laugh three times and you lose."

"What do I get if I don't lose?"

"Fuck, I dunno," She furrows her eyebrows, searching the room for something. Her eyes land on a small silver tin, she snatches it up into the palm of her pale hand and sits back down "You get my dill dough."

"I'm sorry!?" My head snaps to look at her "Are you sure you aren't a cam girl?"

"No," She pauses "No, I mean no it's not what you think, yes," Ellie backtracks again "I mean I am sure I'm not a cam girl, not that that I'm not sure I'm not a cam girl, because I'm not," She looks like she's sure of what she said like it made perfect sense "Not a cam girl."

"You're not-not a cam girl?" I ask, pointing out the double negative "So you are a cam girl?"

"No," Ellie runs a hand down her face "Can you guys please tell her that I'm not a cam girl?"

Dcknb4llz:She's a cam girl

Nataliadepressed:I just subbed to her only fans!

Mclovin_fury26:She just wants to show you her dill dough 😕

Yayayalorde:I wish she was a cam girl

The3nd_isn3ar:Ellie pls stop joking about it and become a cam girl already 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Ewmarryme:hahaha Ellie ur so funny now get serious and make an onlyfans

"Anyways," Ellie ignores the chat as they clearly aren't helping her case "This is my dill dough," She shows me the small tin she picked up, there's a picture of a pickle on the front. Over the translucent lid, it surely enough says 'Dill Dough! pickle scented'. It was just green silly putty with an oddly incredulous name.

"I weirdly want that," I answer.

"If you win, it's yours." She tucks it away into the pocket of her sweatpants "Mods, let's get this moving."

We sit through about fifteen minutes of videos; mainly people getting hurt, occasionally one of some type of animal. Nothing funny enough to make either of us laugh except for one of a man falling through a glass table which gets a little chuckle out of Ellie who denies it.

Another video began playing, it was Ellie in this exact spot, screaming during a game of Fortnite. It looks like it's from the first time she showed me her odd job choice. In the distance, you can hear a knock on the door and this is when I'm sure it's from the day I had been thinking of. Ellie pulls her headphones off and looks at her camera "Shit, I think that's my hot neighbour again."

I slap a hand over my mouth and turn to see Ellie who's looking disappointed at her chat, shaking her head at the camera. "Whoever sent that is fake as fuck."

"So you think I'm hot?"

"Pfft, no, dude, you're ugly as fuck," Ellie makes an overexaggerated confused face like she has no idea what I'm talking about "I was talking about my other neighbour."

Kaylnncourting:Ellie y r u fumbling so bad???????

Overdam00n:You guys were right for saying she doesn't get 🐱🐱🐱🐱

Sestwouth:bruh she's ruining it for herself

Connerstollit:WHY DID SHE SAY THAT

Cruel_summer:What is wrong with Ellie? Genuinely

F0gg4t:If El doesn't want her, I do

Aliinnnnnaaaaa:First girl she's ever met and she's ruining it

Randelwthehandle:Ugly as fuck??????? who says that 😭😭

Dcknb4llz:wow nice cover up Ellie

Marie_739:Bro Im gonna start calling the girls I like ugly as fuck

"Mr. Quigley?" I ask to which Ellie nods immediately "You think the eighty-seven-year-old veteran who is missing a foot and has swallowed four of his teeth is hot?"

"Yeah," She says, immediately regretting the hole she was digging herself into "I have a thing for older men."

"I don't think you have a thing for men at all, actually."

Her eyes go wide, Ellie opens her mouth to say something and she leans forward in her chair so fast that she falls out and smacks her head on the desk, folding over and onto the ground. I have the biggest smile on my face as I reach for her soundboard and press the cheering crowd effect. I'm laughing too hard to offer her help, clutching my stomach and keeling over so my head is out of frame. Ellie gets up, and puts herself back in the folding chair pointing at the camera "Do not clip that."

Almost seconds after she says that a video gets sent in of her smacking her head on the desk in slow motion while I burst out laughing and now I'm cackling even harder. You can even hear her yelp in slow motion and she sounds like the dinosaurs from Jurassic Park "You guys are way funnier than Ellie," I say, addressing whoever was watching the stream.

Another video pops on the screen right after the last one ends, it's Ellie again. She screams at something on her computer and you can hear me bang on the wall on the other side. Ellie goes quiet immediately going back to her game and muttering "She's so hot guys."

"I think my mods hate me," Ellie shakes her head.

"Thank you mods!" I smile at the camera.

A little clip of Ellie back at her desk pops up, she's wearing a Garfield shirt. This time she isn't playing anything, she just sits in front of the camera with that familiar lopsided smile "Guys, how do I trick my neighbour into going out with me?"

There's another video, it's a longer one with the caption 'Ellie Williams calling her neighbour hot compilation' Ellie's eyes go wide and she clicks off the video immediately, the camera goes to us full screen. "That's enough of that."

I pull my phone out and type in the caption of the unfinished video into YouTube, it comes up right away and I click on it. Ellie clicks around on her computer, unaware of my viewing until she hears her voice, echoing in low quality from my phone. She reaches for my phone but I pull it closer to myself.

I'm dead set on finishing the video until something on the other side of the door, catches my eye. It rushes past the small crack in the slightly ajar door and instinctively, I drop my phone with a slight jolt "What the fuck is that?"

Ellie takes this opportunity to snatch my phone and place it face down on the desk, out of my reach. "That's just Kitty." She pushes herself out of the folding chair and steps out of the room. She walks back in carrying what looks to be a mound of cotton balls, looking a little closer, I realize it's a rabbit. He looks more fluff than flesh.

"What the fuck," My mouth falls open in awe "Can I hold it?" She places him in my lap "He just walks around your apartment?"

She nods "He's litter trained so he just kinda hangs out."

I pet him, he's soft as a million feathers, and he looks like a mascot for a paper towel company "You are the only person I know that would name their bunny Kitty."

Ellie tries to wipe off the mass amounts of rabbit fur on her, it seems the more she tries to get it off, the more firmly it refuses to budge. "This is a good time to show you guys this new shirt that Dina ordered for me," Ellie stands up walking off camera. She has a couple of Amazon boxes stacked on her couch, she reaches into one of them and pulls out a T-shirt. Ellie turns towards the wall so her back is facing me, she pulls her hoodie off over her head.

All I can see is the back of her sports bra but I force my eyes to go wide "Guys, Ellie Williams has a tramp stamp that says cum dumpster," I lie and the chat goes wild and I grab my phone off her desk as she turns around in her Five Nights at Freddie's tee with a 'Seriously?' face. I take a picture of her with the flash on "I'll sell this rare image of Ellie for six hundred dollars on eBay."

Ellie walks back over to the desk with a stack of Amazon boxes "Every donation goes toward my tattoo removal," She jokes, digging around in the boxes. "I'm a little over your videos, you bunch of snitches so I think it's about time I finally open these up."

I look in the boxes too, leaning over slightly, being very careful of Kitty where he sits in my lap. I see something and pull it out to hand to Ellie "You should try this one."

"World's hottest gummy bear," She reads the package "Why is there only one? What if I want another?" Ellie yanks the gummy bear, squishing it between her fingers. It looks like Red-40 personified.

Melanie_felony:She's setting her up lmao

Dcknb4llz:Nobody say anything pls I rlly wanna see this

Elliewsidechick:YALL SHES TOO WHITE FOR THIS STOP

She eats the gummy bear in one bite. As she begins to chew it, she seems absolutely unfazed and partially confused about why it was labelled 'World's Hottest Gummy Bear' A moment later she begins to cough, balling her hand up into a fist and pounding on her chest. Ellie's little cough quickly turns into a deep wheeze.

Ellie lets out a scream, her face going red as she slams her hand onto her desk with watering eyes. I could see visible sweat on her face as she dry heaved, it only took thirty seconds until she sprinted out of the room.

"Oh my god," I watch her run out of the room while I give Kitty a little pet between his ears, he's so still I almost think he's taxidermy. "Guys, I think we killed her." You can hear her vaguely screaming and gagging from the kitchen "So what did everyone do today?"

Thelastgreatamericandynasty:wrote a fanfic about you and Ellie

Dcknb4llz:I got jumped at waffle house

"Yikes, sorry to hear that." I suck a breath through my teeth "Tell me what I should know about Ellie." Her name feels so right on my tongue.

Jesse_chang:She's a virgin

D4aughter_:OMG HI JESSE

A_birthday_card:The only s3x she's ever had was in Minecraft

Whathasshegot:She has a crush on you

Touching_theyouth:She's lactose intolerant

Dcknb4llz:She sold me ketamine in an ally

Gusty_queefqueen:She homophonic

Torxhmydreams2:Pretty sure that’s two words that have the same pronunciation but different meaning

Gusty_queefqueen:Bruh it means she doesn’t like gay people

Heytheredelilah7:She has a boyfriend

When Ellie comes back she's filled her Game of Thrones mug with milk and has a bag of shredded mozzarella cheese. She reads the chat "Can you guys be cool for once?"

"They're cooler than you."

"Very funny," Ellie eats a handful of mozzarella before she digs back in the boxes "What's next?" There's one box huge envelope that looks like it has a slip of cardboard in it. Ellie tears the corner open with her teeth and rips the rest of the top off with her hands. She pulls the content out of it, throwing the envelope over the computer for it to land on the ground. Just as suspected there was cardboard in it, not just a slip but it unfolded into a cardboard cut out of Ellie, she looked to be a younger teenager in it, giving an awkward little peace sign and showing her green braces off with a huge smile.

"Aww, you actually look cute in that."

She disregards me "Chat, interrogate Dina about this and report back."

"Dina?" I ask "Is that your girlfriend?"

"Nah," Ellie props up the cardboard cut-out and places it behind us, right in the middle to watch over us "She's my enemy as of right now."

"What did she do?"

"Send this shit," She eats some more mozzarella, holding the bag out to offer me some, to which I decline. Ellie shrugs it off and eats another handful, washing it down with a long chug of milk and putting it on the desk. She grabs a t-shirt, he eyes go wide and she pushes it against her chest so I can't see. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, ma'am," I watch a smile spread across her face as she turns the shirt around to show me a graphic of her on it. In the picture, her face is close up to the camera covered in a white powder (presumably flour). "Oh, wow!" I feign shock.

"I know!" She holds it out toward me "It's yours, you deserve it."

"Wow," I draw the word out, taking the shirt from Ellie "This is really great, I was always hoping I would get a shirt of you covered in flour." Sarcasm drips from tone but I accept the gift regardless.

"I know!" Ellie grins brightly "You should put it on now."

"That's fine, I think I'll save it for our date," I tease.

She perks up just the slightest "Ooo, when's that?"

"The second this stream ends."

"On that note," Ellie looks at the camera "Thank you guys for hopping on tonight and thank you to my neighbour who came here without putting up a fuss," Ellie clicks around on the screen a little bit before addressing them again "Alright, go bug Dina now."

With that the stream comes to a close, the blinking light on the camera turns off, and Ellie and I are left alone with ourselves and Kitty.

“So,” Ellie thumps her foot up and down repeatedly like those anxious kids in high school. “Do you maybe wanna get coffee tomorrow?”

“I don’t drink coffee but I’ll pretend to so I have an excuse to hangout with you.”

A smile splits onto Ellie’s face “Phew, I hate coffee I just thought it was an adult way to ask you out.”

A/N: This is super short but I’ll make up for it in the next part, thanks for reading! We got some angst on the way 👀

Perm tag-list: @veeveeisgay @whenlostinthedarkness @gold-dustwomxn @ellslvr

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shun-nie · 6 months ago

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SatoSugu x gn!reader

-> you're usually calm and have a stern personality, it's not often people see you laugh or act playful. Satoru and Suguru may be an exception though.

Warnings(not really😔)!!! Just fluff, no use of Y/N

After dealing with curses all week and getting soaked because the sky decided to pour its tears on you while you were on your last mission of the week, a mere human can't help but need their 17 hours of sleep. Now, you were usually a light sleeper, always opening your eyes at the slightest sounds to see Gojo Satoru(and unfortunately your boyfriend.) stealing your hoodies in the middle of the night or Geto Suguru(unfortunately you boyfriend too.) getting on your bed beside you beacuse he couldn't sleep.

You were now sleeping silently like some kind of decomposing corpse, probably in your 47th dream where curses doesn't exist. A very peaceful dream. Of course, this peace disappeared after a heavy thing that could compare to a fat bear suddenly fell on you.

You cursed under your breath and opened your eyes, then closing them again beacuse of the blinding sunlight shining on your face. You could hear a familiar annoying voice laughing quietly against your skin, well, you would groan and push Satoru off of you like you normally would but didn't had the energy right now.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" Satoru said loudly enough for your ears to bleed, you sighed out and looked at Suguru who was across the room, examining some books on your shelf. He hummed and turned his pretty face towards you, smiling before walking over to your bed and sitting down on the edge.

"You slept a lot, are you sick? You didn't even wake up when 'toru opened the door." Suguru asked, his concerned gaze on your tired looking face. You were staring at him silently, which concerned the sorcerers before you. Well, it was kind of weird watching their normally stoic lover watching them with an unreadable gaze. As Suguru opened his mouth to ask if you were okay again, they were surprised when they saw you smirk in Suguru's direction.

"Hey, were you always this pretty? Or do I have some kind of weird filter in my eyes?"

Suguru was shocked, flustered, confused. Who was this person in front of him? Satoru was no better, he was shocked too but also why were you complimenting Suguru before him when he has the most beautiful eyes in the whole world? Damn, this world is not fair. There was silence for the next minute before you turned to Satoru, the sunlight poured on him, and he looked like a rare diamond under the light. Well he still looks the same to you, guess you don't have any filter in your eyes that could compare with Snapchat.

"Damn, go away. I feel like shit next to you two, lookin' all pretty in the damn morning huh?" Okay. Serious question. Who the fuck?

"Alright. Who are you and what have you done to my baby?" Satoru said, placing both of his cold hands on your cheeks. You could say he was flustered, maybe beacuse you know him much more than anyone or maybe beacuse he is a dumbass when it comes to you and Suguru. Speaking of Suguru, he was still speechless. Well, he knew you could act like a dork in the mornings or when you were tired but never had he heard you compliment him with such lovestruck gaze. He came to his senses again, looking at Satoru who was slapping your cheeks softly while you were smiling like a dork, he chuckled at the sight and kissed your cheek.

"I'm being serious, you need more sleep." Suguru said softly, it was nice to see you being open and letting yourself enjoy the moment. Your lives were difficult, and all three of you would probably prefer a normal life. You took your job seriously and you turned into a tough person because of your experiences in your life of being a sorcerer, it was hard to get to you through the walls you put around yourself. Suguru felt happy. He felt happy that you finally let them in. He felt happy that you trusted them enough to show them your bright colors.

He felt happy, in love.

"No. I don't know you and I'm taken." He heard Satoru say before he started to whine as you pinched his cheeks.

"By who?" You had a playful grin on your face, Suguru chuckled at the sight of you teasing Satoru.

It was going to be a great day.

(I forgot I had a blog ngl)

#stsg x reader #geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader #gojou satoru x reader #geto x reader #satosugu #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #character x reader

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dynamightimagines · 10 months ago

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May we have some hc's for Bakugo with a flirty s/o?

I rise from the dead to post this and probably disappear for like another two years LOL but it's ok I'm rly into Bakugo rn :)

Bakugo with a flirty! S/O!

When he first encountered you, he thought you were utterly annoying

Especially since this 'encounter' was just him overhearing you flirting with damn near everyone in class

"You always make my heart float, Uraraka!" "Kaminari, you are electrifying"

"Anyone tell you that you are smokin'?" now they were directed at him, and if they were gonna be, atleast pull a good one out

But unfortunately like every other dimwit in class, you stuck to him like glue

and the flirts kept coming

"You really blow me away" "C'mon, just one date, I can feel a real spark between us!"

Your advances were frequent and terrible, but he learned to tune it out like he did with every other idiot he hung out with

Until he overheard Kaminari and Kirishima complaining one day at lunch while you were discussing an assignment with Aizawa

"Man it's not fair! She used to love me, now she's only all over Bakugo!"

This made him perk up, you only now did it to him?

He started paying more attention to your flirts, and realized they had become solely for him, and much more serious

"You have the most intense motivation, can I motivate you too?" "Eyes like those should be allowed to rest once in a while, don't push yourself too hard~"

The sudden attention and seriousness of it all slowly broke his walls, until you finally woo'd him into a date that he swore was out of pity

but that was seven months ago, and your relationship AND flirts are still going strong

"Babe, let's go out! I promise to keep my hands off of you~" "You look so amazing in your hero costume, I wonder what it would look like on the floor-"

Those ones get you a hand over your mouth as he drags you away from everyone else, his entire face steaming with embarrassment

But he won't admit he secretly craves your jabs, the confidence and pride he gets in knowing that you really think all of those things

And that you only say those things to him

He knows you will never stop saying them, he just hopes your wedding vows are somewhat appropriate

He loves all the flirtatious comments you make, the winks you send across the room

Until everyone makes fun of him for it, and he has to blow them up.

Gah I feel like this one is SHIT but in my defense I haven't written anything in like two years-

I realize I write in a weird mix of HC style and story style, my bad it's weird :3 Goodnight!

#mha #mha x y/n #mha fic #myheroacademia #my hero acedamia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou #bakugo katsuki #dynamight #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou

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eeeeuuughggg · 4 months ago

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the whole confession thing

anon: “ LET ME BE UR FIRST ANON😜 ill be 🎸 but anyways i loved ur larry general headcanons, i would love to see some headcanons of how you think he would confess his feelings, im a sucker for confessions🤭 ”

notes: THANK YEWWW omg i needed something to get me back into writing ur a saviour (i forgot to make it headcanons OOPS)

w/c: 478

warnings: none

You and Larry were sitting outside 7-Eleven, slurpees in hand and your backs uncomfortably pressed against the brick wall. He's listening to you a lot more than he normally seems to be, because it feels like you're the only one that's really talking— and that's unusual. You wanna know why? Larry never shuts up when he's with you.

You turn to look at him, and that makes things a bit weird because he was already looking at you. He turns his head away and you sigh, brows furrowed in confusion. “Are you alright, dude?” There's silence for a second, and then he looks back over at you.

“Yeah, man, 'm good. Jus' chillin.” He hums in reply, trying to play it cool, and failing fucking miserably, which he usually does.

“..Alright, I'm just checking.” You murmur, staring at him for a second longer. Pausing, you add, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Larry swallows. “Yeah,”

“I've just been thinking, lately. Like, a lot.” Trying to lighten the awkward situation you've gotten yourself into, you smile and poke fun at him. “You don't think a lot, do ya?”

“Shut up, man. I'm serious.” He groans, looking away yet again and down at his drink, focusing on anything but you.

“Do you really mean it, dude? Like, do you mean it when you say I can tell you anything? 'Cause, like, I don't want you to hate me, man. I couldn't handle that shit.”

“I mean it, Larry. Promise.” You're anxious, wondering about what he's going to say. Usually you can guess what's going to happen with him; you practically know him like the back of your hand, he's your best friend, right?

Nothing more, nothing less.. right? Right? Right. You reassure yourself that you're just setting yourself up to be hurt and zone back in just in time to listen to him.

“Look, man,” He turns to you, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don't wanna ruin our friendship, 'kay? 'Cause you're like, fucking sick, y'know? It's just, like, lately, I feel like I don't want you to be just my friend. Do you know what I mean?”

Before you can answer, he cuts you off. “And if you don't like me like that, then that's totally cool, man, I understand. I just need to tell you how I feel in case you feel the same. I don't want it to be like, 'what could have been?', do you feel me?”

Beginning to start another mini-monologue, you cut him off. “I feel the same way.” Simple and short, and enough to shut Larry up. “You do?” He asks, looking at you almost dumbfounded. “Do you want to, like, do anything with that? It'd be awesome if we could, I dunno, maybe go out sometime. If you're cool with that.”

“I'm cool with that.” You smile.

“Sweet.”

#sallyface #sally face #larry sally face #larry sallyface #larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson x you #larry johnson x y/n #larry johnson headcanons #larry johnson hcs #sallyface headcanons #sallyface hcs #🎸 anon #asks

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

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jbird-the-manwich · 5 months ago

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I was talkin to a friend about covid yesterday and like... I haven't seen a lot about it lately but talking about it got me thinking about how absolutely fucked up and freaky, in hindsight, my last bout of covid was, like... if you've not had it/been asymptomatic, I love that for you, but like... seriously. do still be doing the masking if you can, avoid crowded places with poor ventilation as you're able, try to keep a handle on not letting strangers breathe directly on you, etc. I got the shit last year, before thanksgiving, KEPT it till this spring, (long covid) and it fucking sucks.

Like. It SUCKS. it SCARY sucks. I had nausea, chest pain, tachycardia, extreme weakness and fatigue... like... I had OG-covid, back in 2020, and another couple bouts in the years since then, but that last one? that particular Covid was not fucking playing with me.

That shit tried to kill me. I had a fever so high I was having delirium. I didn't experience any weird horniness, like in the meme, personally, but I did have weird SCARY neurological symptoms, I was so nauseated I wanted to die, the fever (which was recurrent, and intermittent, at 104f, for *months* off an on) had me acting fucking weird, I'd get nauseus, then super aggressive and fighty, had episodes of extreme confusion, not being able to remember simple words and phrases, (I don't mean standard adhd either I mean I could barely talk coherently at times, when I wasnt fucking losing my shit rambling about nonsense) random crying spells, tremors, inability to stay awake, It affected my memory, my ability to walk, and still affects my basic levels of strength and ability to do shit.

for real the shit is serious. I went to the hospital and my tachycardia was so bad the nurse pulled my sister aside (who is not authorized to receive any information, btw) and told her not to let me leave the hospital because they thought I was going to have a heart attack. Cuz my heart rate was so fucked from the fever. I was fucking holding on to walls and shit, could barely walk, I was taking phenergan so consistently it straight up stopped working, and I'm negative, now, but like... I lost 20 lbs by the end of it. No shit. from 151 to 129. and I'm still not entirely better.

I'm still having memory issues, I barely remember the last year aside from bits and pieces, and the fatigue is fucking unreal. like. I was *stout*, pre-covid, and had a pretty solid vocabulary, and now I feel like half my brain is missing. my energy levels are on the upswing, but that's taken months, and I'm still not half as strong as I was before I got that last round last year, so like... I know not a lot of people are masking, and very few people are still talking about it, out and about, but like... seriously. it is real. It is fucking debilitating. it can affect your goddamn brain.

Do try to avoid getting that shit. I would not recommend it. As diseases go? It's a total bitch. wear a mask if you can. I was a *very* fit, quite strong 30-something, built like a brick shit house, and I lost almost *all* of my muscle mass, and it feels like I got *extremely fucking dumber*. I had projects I was working on, and I don't remember how they were supposed to go together. in the span of less than a year, cuz fuckin covid set up in my (vaccinated) body and was like "oh, I think I'll stay". So yeah. not a hot news topic, right now, anymore, but... for real. It is still there, and it will fuuuuuuuuuck your whole shit up. I am *still* having to have blood panels run, pretty much every doctor I see is just like. "huh. Well that's... pretty shitty..." And I mean im very lucky. I'm alive and mostly undamaged, barring a couple things, but yeah. It is for real still a thing and will totally wreck a whole ass year, if it takes a mind to, so... try to avoid it, where you can. Get vaccinated, if you're not, wear a mask, if able, and don't listen to the people that aren't taking your safety into consideration in their rationale for not taking it seriously as a potentially debilitating disease, particularly if you have any kind of pre-existing risk factors, including previous covid infections. I don't wanna scare anybody but like... the shit is real and it will lay you low, is, I guess, is the point I'm trying to make.

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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Why Twilight is better when we make it gay

a overly detailed, totally unecessary, post that wants to prove that Twilight is better when we make it 🏳️‍🌈 GAY 🏳️‍🌈

So, follow along 👇🏻

Esme with This Bella

Kinda of set up the vibes of Carine or something, so I'm all on board with this. You know, this Bella has some serious aspirations in life. She's getting her master's degree, maybe a doctorate even, in Philosophy, Greek Mythology, ancient history, literatute or something oddly specific that takes a full minute to even say it. You know, she's a nerd. Esme loves her for it.

Bella also loves to spend a ridiculous amount of time listening to Esme talk about anything, she also sits in the garden with a book when Esme is arms deep in the dirt, and they for sure spend their days off making food for homeless people or volunteering in shelters or knitting clothes and blankets for donation. Well, Esme does most of the knitting, but Bella has no problem holding the wool for her.

Rosalie with This Bella

Okay, so this Bella is still pretty shy and clumsy, but she has a backbone and knows what she wants. She’s also a flirt, even if a bit awkward because of her shyness. She also has a stack of dad jokes ready to be used and she’s not afraid of doing so. You can’t blame her, she’s just socially weird and she makes jokes when she’s uncomfortable. Which Rosalie gets. She doesn’t hate Bella for no reason at all, as we see in most Rosella’s fics, she’s just determined to keep a safe distance. It all goes to shit, obviously, when Bella starts showing up at her house to work on a school project with Edward.

Bella is a mess around Rosalie. A gay mess. She stumbles over her words and her face is constantly red, but she keeps smiling and she finds Rosalie’s sneers particularly funny. She breaks Rosalie’s walls by not doing anything else, really. She’s just there, and she talks with Rosalie, and she has no problem backing away when Rosalie needs a break.

When they get together, Bella’s favorite activity is to ride in Rosalie’s fancy cars. She’s still scared, but she loves it when Rosalie goes so fast that everything outside is a blur. Sometimes they will ride in complete silence, sometimes there’s song playing, sometimes they start telling stories to each other, sometimes Bella has a whole new stack of dad jokes to tell.

Bella also develops a taste for motorcycles, a passion she’s eager to engage with Jasper. So, every once in a while, Rosalie will be working in the garage under a car and she will hear Bella’s bike pulling outside. She just knows she’s supposed to go there, so she goes and finds Bella waiting for her with a helmet and a bright smile. Rosalie is smitten.

Bella also has a way to make Rosalie feel like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. She is aware of her beauty, always has and always will be, but she can’t help but feel special when Bella looks at her with those green eyes that kind of makes her forget that the world is fucked up. At least for a while.

They would go off to college together. Rosalie would be getting another engineering degree and Bella would get a bachelor's in Chemistry or Biology, maybe Psychology. She would whine and complain every day, though Rosalie is sure she’s only doing that to piss her off.

And Bella would have to learn to enjoy baseball because Rosalie just loves it.

Alice with This Bella

These two are the only ones I see working with Bella’s personality being the closest to canon. You know, happy little Alice with a slightly depressed Bella, who also has some low self-esteem problems. Bella is aware of her intelligence, though, and she also would impose some clear boundaries, like not sneaking into her room while she was sleeping and making her a part of discussions to make decisions and not just dropping shit at her for her to deal with. Alice has zero problems with her immortality, so she would have no problem turning Bella when the girl felt ready, although she asks Bella to be sure she had experienced everything she wanted as a human beforehand.

In this scenario, Alice doesn’t force Bella to be her personal human Barbie doll. Actually, she steals Bella’s hoodies very often, to the point where the girl has to have a search party in Alice’s gigantic closet one day. One of their favorite thing to do together would be to watch the stars and Alice finds it amusing to come up with fake information about space or fake names for constellations. It took Bella a very long time to notice this and, by the time she did, she had already spread some of it to her friends. They also go to the movies a lot and there’s a lot of dancing in the rain, even if Bella can’t barely keep herself standing.

Alice would be Charlie’s absolute favorite, of course. They would be pals, you know. Charlie would take her fishing one day - when Alice manages to convince him to go somewhere other than La Push - and he would teach her very patiently all he knew.

Tanya with This Bella

This Bella is grumpy. She has a lot of self-derogatory jokes to make, she’s sarcastic and she likes using it as a weapon. Tanya finds it not so amusing, quite concerning actually, but then Bella will flash her with one of her side smiles that makes her knees go ridiculously weak and Tanya will forget what she should be worried about.

Bella moves slowly, very slowly, and her shoulders are a bit drooped as if she can’t hold herself straight. For Tanya, it takes a lot of patience because, even with how much time she had to adjust to humans, she’s not used to spending so much time around one. Especially one that takes so long to get down the stairs for no reason. Tanya is also the most romantic person alive, so Bella needs to be prepared to basically everything.

Tanya is sugar mommy. Bella tries to fight it, but there’s no point. Tanya is always giving her presents, booking tickets, taking her to weekend getaways, and making every single desire come to life. It takes Bella out of balance in the beginning. She doesn’t know how to deal with it, to the point where she asks Irina to help her talk with Tanya to slow down a bit. It helps… until Bella shows a slight interest in something new and things skyrocket again.

They met in college. Tanya is a teacher - not her teacher because that would be too much - and Bella is getting her degree in History or Sociology. Bella can skate, so it’s not uncommon for Tanya’s students to leave her classroom and find Bella leaning against the wall holding her skate under her arm while waiting for her to go get lunch.

Once she turns, Bella goes around feeling very proud of her coven leader wife, but she wants nothing to do with it. She would hate the responsibility of it.

Kate with This Bella

Have you ever heard of a chaotic duo? They’re it.

Bella is all about adventures and trying new things, and Kate is… well, she has zero respect for humans’ mortality, which almost becomes a problem once or twice. Tanya, Carmen and Eleazar had to remind her more than once that humans couldn’t jump from a plane with no parachute, even if Kate was supposed to grab her before hitting the ground. It’s not like she doesn’t care if Bella gets hurt, because she does! Her eyes fill with tears that will never drop every time she sees even a scratch on Bella’s skin - which happens quite a lot - but she hasn’t been human for a long time and it’s easy to forget a few things when she gets excited about something.

They would do everything together and Kate would teach her to do anything she knew, like surf or change a house’s electric system. Eventually, after Bella is turned and good to go, they would totally have one of those handyman services where they would go around town helping people with the most mundane of things like installing a shower, changing the plumbing, changing tires, all of that. They would have fun doing those things and then running as fast as they could to jump off a cliff at the end of the day.

#Twilight #gay twilight #bella swan #esme cullen #rosalie hale #alice cullen #tanya denali #kate denali #bella x rosalie #bella x alice #bella x esme #bella x tanya #bella x kate #kristen stewart

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redwolfxx · 9 months ago

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get him back!

jonggun x reader

inspired by "get him back!" - Olivia Rodrigo

tw: none

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"I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring"

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I guess I never really did know him. Sure, we dated for a little over three years, but it wasn't like we were going to stay together in the long run.

Sure, I loved him, but it was just a fling.

It wasn't anything serious.

---- "He argued with me about everything He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye"

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Shit, I mean it was an open relationship.

He could date whoever he wanted, fuck whoever he wanted, you know, free souls.

Sure, I wasn't allowed to even be in the same room as another guy, but that's just how it is. It was a healthy relationship.

I mean yes, we did fight often but doesn't everyone?

'how often did often mean?'

it was just small things.

'and what's this call on...on july 17th, the transcript says an individual, you, called crying, scared?

a vase was accidentally knocked over.

'sure...and the hole in the wall?'

what are you getting at?

'did he ever hurt you?'

can we move on?

---- "But he was so much fun and he had such weird friends And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end Another song, another club, another bar, another dance"

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But we had fun.

We partied all night long. Sure, I had school the next day, but it was fun.

'did he go to the same school?'

i think he dropped out. like i said, we barely knew each other.

'you dated for over three years.'

We were young.

Back when we could drink all night and still function the next day. He had interesting friends sure.

I remember one guy, he was a blonde. He always had this smile on his face, he was always looking for the next high. He was a good friend.

He would always argue with my boyfriend on occasion. But it was always good fun.

'it says here that they were often seen physically fighting.'

they were teenage boys. of course, they'd fight.

I wonder what happened to him. It's been years.

'prison.'

what for?

'i'm not at liberty to disclose.'

hm.

---- "And when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France"

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He was definitely rich.

'was it his money that-'

no. i loved him.

He wore brands that I would never dream of owning.

'but you eventually would.'

sure.

He bought me gifts ever y now and then. But, I wasn't with him for the money.

I did truly love him.

'it says here you missed school for a week, due to...mono...?'

'was it really mono?'

nah, we just needed a reason to fly to paris fashion week.

'he paid?

yeah. i told him i couldn't afford it, but he said not to worry about anything. so i didn't ask. and like that, we were in paris.

I think we were good together.

---- "So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed"

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We lasted a while. But, life goes on you know?

We had a good run.

'do you still talk?'

ha.

'so no? if you did love him as much as you say, why'd you end things?'

---- "Til I remember every time he made a pass on my friend Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down"

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I loved him more than words could express.

But I guess he just didn't feel the same way.

He was always watching my friends.

I actually don't know if I have any memories of him looking only at me when we went out to party.

'so he cheated?'

did i say that?

'it sure sounds like-'

assumptions kill.

---- "I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends Because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do"

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We were on and off.

Sure, he forgot anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, important events, graduation, etc.

But at the end of the day it didn't matter. It was me who he came back to.

'it says here you filed a missing persons report.'

yeah, i guess.

'it says he was gone for a few weeks.'

he forgot to tell me about his work trip overseas.

'he had a job that sent him overseas at the age of eighteen?'

he had to pay the bills somehow.

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"I wanna get him back I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad

I wanna break his heart Then be the one to stitch it up"

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But sometimes, sometimes? I hated him.

God I just wanted to make him feel like I did.

How could he think it was okay to dance with those girls wearing almost nothing. I mean it's crazy right?

It hurt.

I cried, and I cried, I got angry, and we fought.

But him?

He was always sooo calm. He never thought he did anything wrong. He was trash.

I kept breaking up with him, telling him I was done with him. Done with his games. Done with the pain.

'but you got back together?'

yeah.

'why?'

I wanted him to come crawling back to me. Begging me to be his one and only. I wanted him to feel what I felt when I saw him with other girls.

So I partied at places I knew he would be. I would wear the most revealing outfits I could.

I felt so powerful.

I would attend school, get straight A's. I was an academic star.

'why did you get back together then?'

He always showed up at my door a week or so later. He looked paler than usual. He would come disheveled, smelling like alcohol. He looked tired.

He would ask to talk, and we would.

The next day we would be back together like nothing ever happened.

'how many times did you go through this cycle?'

only a few times.

'how many?'

does it really matter?

---- "Wanna kiss his face With an uppercut"

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I used to be a world-class fighter too.

He always did have this attraction to fighters.

I used to be a part of the underground fighting ring. I was probably one of the best, if not the best fighter there.

He wasn't too bad himself.

So every now and then we would spar, we would get each other good.

But at the end of the day, we would help each other. Stitch each other back up, clean the cuts, and wipe the blood. Kiss it better.

Sure, we had our lows, but we also had our highs. And our highs used to be pretty damn good.

But we were teenagers then. And we broke up not long after I left for college.

'and you haven't seen or talked to him since?'

no. it's been ten years. he was an ex. sure, i miss him every now and then. but that's probably the nostalgia talking. who doesn't miss their youth every now and then

'and you don't know where he is either?'

like i said. it was like ten years ago. he was an ex boyfriend. i moved on and he probably did too. now, can i go? my ass is starting to hurt and this cold ass interrogation room isn't doing my skin any favors.

'this investigation isn't over.'

sure sure, you know where to find me. if you miss me that much, just call next time. the whole military wasn't necessary.

'fine. but you can't leave this country, and -'

yeah, i get it. i'm leaving now.

'before you go, can i ask one last thing.'

quickly.

'why did you change your name when you were yonger?'

i was young. my car's outside, can i go now?

'alright, ms. park, you can go, thanks for your time. and if you do see him, or hear from him at all-'

i'll be sure to call.

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unknown number: out front.

me: be there in a sec ♡

unknown number: did they buy the story?

me: do you doubt my acting skills? how dare you even doubt me.

unknown number: sorry mrs. park i didn't mean to offend you. now come out to the car, we have a plane to catch.

me: thanks mr. darcy ♡

#lookism x reader #lookism gun x reader #x reader #lookism #gun x reader #park jonggun #jonggun x reader

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years ago

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I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

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“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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goddesspharo · 8 days ago

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people I'd like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag, @annasvinyl!

Last song: Terrible Love (Live in Rome) by The National. This entire Rome album is SO good!

Last book: I finally read Curtis Sittenfeld's Rodham last week and I still need to know HOW Sittenfeld convinced Random House to publish her shitty RPF! It was largely terrible (the smutty stuff with Bill was SO AWKWARDLY WRITTEN...who asked for this?) except for the middle third where it starts to become an AU and borderline okay, only for the novel to end on such a weird Pollyanna note of you can be a girlboss and gatekeep and gaslight yourself into thinking it's all good but in an extremely disingenuous way. Currently in the middle of reading a couple of other things (Ed Ashton's Mickey 7, suffering through the email chapters in Sally Rooney's Beautiful World, Where Are You, etc).

Last movie: I literally just finished watching Martha, R.J. Cutler's new Netflix documentary on Martha Stewart, because Joan Didion and I have both always known that Martha will always be the moment. She was unapologetic as always but also HILARIOUS. (The stuff about making out with a rando on her extended honeymoon when she went to the Duomo on Easter Eve and her husband stayed in the hotel! Her telling the audience that if your husband is a piece of shit who is cheating on you, you should leave and then the filmmaker being like, "But wait, didn't you have an affair when you were working on Wall Street?" and Martha being like, "Oh, but that didn't count because it was not serious and very short and wouldn't have ruined a marriage." LOL. I wanted more of that and her prison friendships and less about the trial that we all saw play out as it was happening.)

Last tv show: God, do I even watch TV anymore? The latest episode of The Penguin, probably.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Depends on what I'm craving, but I'm more inclined to choose savory most of the time.

Relationship status: Single and not mad about it.

Last thing googled: "Mini yacht" - I was working on the Positano chapter of that on and off again (and on again), not looking to buy a yacht. Prior to that, I think I looked up Todd Phillips' filmography after suffering through Joker: Folie à Deux and deciding that we should stop letting that man make movies. (Joaquin Phoenix bailed on the wrong movie helmed by a Todd!!!!)

Current obsession: The World Series, obviously.

Looking forward to: See above - losing my mind over Game 5 in half an hour! Making these pumpkin spice latte bars sometime this week!

No pressure tags: @dlea203, @halestrom, @earnmysong, @pearly--rose, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#ask me things

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ohhxdile · 5 months ago

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can you write something with Patrick bateman pls!! it doesnt have to be serious i want the reader to be like totally stupid, it can be satire if u want!

no nsfw please i just want him to brutally murder me

thank you ily🫶🫶🫶

Double-face ♯ OS

Pairing; Patrick Bateman x Reader

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WC: 703 Summary: Your friend Patrick came to visit your house, clueless you invite him in. Warnings: Mention of murder, manipulation, creep, dumb reader, Patrick being cocky and weird A/N: i'm sorry bestie that i'm so late for your request but here it is finally! ! !

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You walked around your room, couldn’t think of anything else than Patrick. His way of talking, thinking and his looks hypnotized me. People didn’t get along with this man easily, but off the bat you had liked his weird way of approaching you. Never denied him or judged him.

You bite onto your lower lip waiting for the sound of the car tires and loud motor noise of it. A knock on your door could be heard, and you left the spot where you were and ran to the door, swinging it open. You were met with his smiling and enthusiastic face. Your hands held tightly to the door knob, palms sweating and not knowing what to say nor to do. He let himself in without any problem and walked around.

“I must say, the house is pretty clean” He looked at the shelf of books and plants. You smiled behind him, loving his compliment and presence in your home. You were met with his face again, arms behind his back. “You know why I’m here, right?” Confusion was written all over your face, the question didn’t seem to lead anywhere, so you sat on your couch. He walked fast behind, following you onto the couch. He pulled something from his trousers pockets and pulled a key. “See this key?” You nodded and followed it with your eyes, “It’s a key to many secrets and depth, just like my heart” He held the key to his heart, enhancing the dramatic act upon this small object. “It must be very important to you” He nodded, putting it away and sighing. “You’re the only one that understands my words, my analogy. I like you”

You had turned on the TV, so the atmosphere would be embarrassing with you two not talking and just staring at each other, Patrick hasn’t said anything for a while, just looking straight ahead. He wasn’t much of a talker, he sometimes had many amazing tales to tell, but today wasn’t it. You never blamed him for that nothing quite extraordinary happened your way, too. The TV was a great alternative so we could both watch something together and find a subject to start a conversation.

The channel that we were on was casting a woman who was explaining her paranormal house, that she might think was haunted. Patrick chuckled, amused by her stupidity and worries. “Who fucking believes that shit, huh?” You knew that he was smart and knew everything, you would never try to oppose to his opinions. “Women like her would get killed eventually from saying such insanity on Television” His words felt average, as if it was normal to say that, they did in fact sound cocky, but It came from him. You couldn’t believe that Patrick had something more sinister in mind to what he said earlier, even though during his speech he looked straight at your face and not the woman.

“It’s getting pretty dark outside darling” You looked through your curtains, you haven’t noticed the time passing with his presence by your side. You got up and offered him his coat. He took it, slowly wearing it. “It was nice having you” You spoke, cheeks heating up from timidness, and he chuckled. “I really enjoyed it. I did” His hands were raised in front of me to amplify his gratitude, eyes looking around your home. “Add a tint of red, blood-red to your walls, they would look hypnotizing” You looked around the room and noticed just now the emptiness of color, you mentally noted that and went to get your keys to open the door. “A great pleasure to see my favorite person today”

You didn’t know that day Patrick had murdered someone that worked with you earlier before meeting you, you haven’t noticed his stained shoes and his bloody fingernails. Befriending him made you dumb, unaware of your surroundings, and clearly he took that onto account, and played with it. He wouldn’t murder you, couldn’t dare. He would keep you as his priced rare jewel, killing his fun would be disappointing. Coming to your home unexpected was a right move, memorizing the house by heart and knowing what his next motive would be.

#ohhxdile #🎱⋆°｡⋆♡#patrick bateman #american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #reader #oneshot #reader insert

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vexwerewolf · 9 months ago

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Hi! I'm working on a TTRPG by the name of Starburn: Asclepias (I'd be honored if you checked out my post about it, but no pressure, this isnt a self promo thing). What I was wondering is, once I finish the damn thing, what next? Should I go find a publisher, or just drop it on itchio? Should I run a kickstarter? How do I get people to hear about it??? I'm sending this ask to a couple people, so it may not be 100% your field, but I'd love to hear any thoughts/suggestions!

So the problem about giving advice is that the things that worked for me were quite specific to me. I had a very strong presence on Twitter and Tumblr prior to launching my Kickstarter, was well known in the Lancer community as the Lancer Ransom Note Meme Guy, and was well known in the furry fandom. I was well-connected and that meant that my Kickstarter got a lot of exposure and support.

My advice based on that would be:

Work out a succinct description by which your product can be easily explained: IGF is Borderlands But In Space With Mechs. Of course there's way more to it than that, but this makes it easy to explain to people. With that description, most people who hear it will understand right away whether or not it's for them.

Do NOT be generic. Establish a very distinct and specific brand for your product and take that shit as far as it will go. For me, IGF has consistently performed better the weirder I make it. It is, as I have described it, "a serious story told in a fundamentally unserious world" and the more goofy off-the-wall shit I add to it, the more people seem to enjoy it. In these times, the indie RPG scene is consistently churning out totally bizarre power fantasies like INFINITE REVOLUTION where you are a superhero with a nuclear turbine for a heart and you can love humanity so much you explode. That game knows precisely what it wants to be. Do NOT need to water down your creative vision for the sake of mass-market appeal because You Will Never Outsell D&D But You Also Don't Have To. Make the game you want to make. Make it as weird and specific and idiosyncratic as you want. I guarantee you someone out there is going to be into it and they will be more attracted to a game that is bizarre but unashamedly authentic than a compromise version of the idea that looks a bit like everything else.

Build an online presence.

Promote your game as part of a complete social media presence. It shouldn't be the only thing you talk about, but you should talk about it, consistently and frequently. Project confidence - assume that people will want to hear about your ideas. If you seem confident that your ideas are worth hearing, it's more likely that others will as well!

When drawing up a Kickstarter budget, work out how much everything that needs to be in the final release will cost, and then add about 20%, because Kickstarter is going to take about that much off of what you make.

Ideally, your Kickstarter should start on a Tuesday at between 12 noon - 5PM Eastern Standard Time, run for 30 days and neither its first or last 72 hours should overlap any major holidays. Promote it consistently and respectfully, especially during its first and last 24 hours, which are the times in which you will make the most money.

If you're going to distribute on itch.io, get your itch.io mass mailer authorization WAY in advance, WAY WAY WAY in advance, like at least a week to two weeks off your release date. It takes a while.

There are probably more things I could give advice on but I have COVID right now so I hope this suffices.

#ttrpg #advice

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🎻you keep asking if your practicing is bothering me but honestly I'm so swept away. play something for me. haha I mean freebird not a like, romantic song, that would be, wild

They smack into each other, literally, like some kind of Hallmark movie. Taako’s got his enormous fluffy cat with the face like a broken human man on a harness leash, and Kravitz was looking at his phone and not the stairs, and luckily they fall off the bottom two and not the top two, because the sun has boiled the pavement and it’s hot enough to fry whatever viscera could’ve erupted from such an impact like sausage and hash at a greasy diner with a stupid name. Waffle Lot of Love. Achin for Bacon. Maybe Kravitz should be worried about how to extricate himself from this situation unscathed, socially or physically, and not thinking of bad diner names.

Passion for Hashin. No one give him a predatory fried egg loan.

“Taako!” He manages, after the shit- fuck- sorry he couldn’t hold onto.

“Kravitz!” Taako gives him a big grimace. There’s a gap between his front teeth, and Kravitz notices it anew every time they run into each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty, and he’s got a cat on a leash, and he’s wearing a purple paisley blouse with billowing wizard sleeves, and booty shorts that Kravitz can assume from experience say something obnoxious on the ass. And flip flops. Okay, maybe one flip flop. The other is on the ground, and his weird cat is sniffing it. “Shit, are you okay, man?”

“Never better,” Kravitz says, struggling deeply. He wasn’t ready for a conversation, let alone one with his hot neighbor with the gap in his teeth and the freckles like a starfield and the long messy hair and the dangly, flashy earrings and the glitter in his dark eyes. “You?”

Taako laughs.

“I’m here,” Taako says, like it’s kind of a private joke. “Garyl, knock it off.” And he steps down, past Kravitz, to get the other flop. And he leans on the bottom of the stairwell to put it back on. Garyl levels his laser eyes at Kravitz instead, and doesn’t blink for a very, very long moment. Kravitz is sweating, and not just because it is Satan’s Asscrack degrees.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“What, runnin’ into you and shit?” Taako snorts. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my bad. And Garyl, I mean, look at him. Little man needs his walkies.”

Garyl sniffs, and curls his tail around himself.

“I wish I had some cat treats,” Kravitz admits, and not just because he wants Taako to fall in love with him. “It’s not every day you see a cat on a leash.”

“Guess you should open your blinds more often, dude.” Taako snickers. “Or your balcony, even. Taste the sizzling grill of modern day life.”

”Oh, I don’t want to bother people with my practicing!” Kravitz laughs awkwardly. This interaction has gone on much, much longer than he expected, but also now he’s not sure how to leave, and also he’s not sure how to talk to Taako again. He’s run out of excuses a long, long time ago. “I hope it doesn’t annoy you. I got those sound proofing panels, but they’re not cheap, and I think the vents-”

“It’s fine, Krav,” Taako says, leaning on the stairwell again. Garyl yawns so widely Kravitz has to wonder if that many teeth belong in a cat, even a big one. “I like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Taako nods, slow, chill, easy,. Kravitz imagines ever having any of that kind of energy, and has to come to terms right then and there with the theory that he would not know how to handle it. “You should play something for me. Not like, romantic, like uh, Freebird.”

“Romantic?” Kravitz says, instead of fucking Freebird, are you serious? Maybe he shouldn’t have. He’s stupid though.

“Not romantic, I said!” Taako looks hot, all flushed in the sun.

“Oh,” he says, instead of, but why did you bring up romance anyway?

“Cause that would be wild,” Taako adds, looking harried. “Playing me- romance songs through the walls.”

“Yeah, wild,” Kravitz laughs, so, so incredibly sweaty. “I mean I know a lot of romantic songs, for weddings and stuff, but, I don’t think they’re your style.”

“Yeah?” Taako bends down and picks Garyl up. Garyl seems completely fine with this injustice, and only makes a gentle mrrrp about it. “What is? My style, I mean?”

“Uh,” Kravitz, who will not admit to having a motherfucking Romance My Hot Neighbor Playlist, scrambles. “Yankee Doodle.”

“Fucking Yankee Doodle, dog??” Taako is startled into raucous laughter. “For why?”

“You’d rock a feathered cap,” Kravitz says, dying on the goddamn spot.

“Fair,” Taako snickers. “Maybe I’ll have to come over and hear you play that shit on your cello sometime. Not have to experience it through the vents.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Taako winks. “If you like.”

“I can play better things-” Kravitz starts, desperately undigging this hole.

“Nah,” Taako says. “I wanna hear it.”

“Yankee Doodle and Freebird?” Kravitz isn’t here. He’s gotten heat stroke and passed out and died or something.

“That’s the mix,” Taako says, voice pitched up trying to hold more giggles in. “Add in that Lazy Town song about baking a cake, and you’ve got a hit on your hands.”

“Only the remix version,” Kravitz says gravely, resigning himself to this fate.

“Obviously.”

Both of them nod. Garyl yowls.

“Gotta take my mans potty,” Taako says, as an exit strategy.

“For sure,” Kravitz says. “I gotta go, find sheet music for Freebird. And make a blood sacrifice to my printer.”

“I’ll let you go then.” Taako grins at him. Kravitz is melting, just knowing Taako’s looking at him. “Until our concert?”

“It’s a date?” Kravitz!! No! What have you done!

“Yeah,” Taako decides. “It’s a date.”

#taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #taakitz fic #taakitz #fan5fics #maybe i will clean out my inbox

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darkeraurora · 10 days ago

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Admissions - Chapter 1

This chapter is SFW. Fluff and filler, lots of laying the necessary groundwork, and introducing our sweet boy to original FMC from another story of mine. Also in this story Soap was shot in the head but through the magic of fanfiction he's alive and Simon didn't lose him.

Word count: 4533

Before you read: This story is written a little out of order. I'm working to fill in the holes and catch up to the chapters I've already published. Between working fulltime, running a nonprofit, and CPTSD making my life a little extra entertaining from time to time, writing and editing can be a little slow. So I beg your patience.

“Laswell’s sending new coordinates. Hope you packed something warm,” Price’s voice crackled over the radio.

“For the fucking desert?!” Ghost snapped while tossing aside blood-soaked gauze, pressing more to the side of Soap’s head.

Gaz coughed from where he sat on Ghost’s other side, keeping pressure on his own injury – a round he’d taken to the back of his shoulder. “S-sure did Cap… along with my wool knickers and Santa suit.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. Might have smacked him upside the head as well if Gaz wasn’t injured. He looked the sergeant over. Garrick seemed to be hanging in there, but his complexion was a bit off and his breaths labored. What really worried the lieutenant was the lack of an exit wound. That meant the bullet was still lodged inside, who knew where or what it had hit. A shot to the back of the shoulder could be serious, particularly when it hadn’t gone clean through.

They’d slowed the bleeding, but it wouldn’t stop.

His attention returned to Soap lying on the floor of the plane. The gauze was soaked through again.

They needed to hurry.

He couldn’t lose them.

“Get yourselves sorted. I’ll be there in a few days.”

At that, Ghost’s headset went silent.

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Holy fucking shit it was windy.

The plane finally touched down, the force jolting all three men on board.

Medics came rushing on board almost immediately. Good. Simon could relax a little.

Or so he would’ve thought.

But despite the skull’s burning death stare, continuously telling them to fuck off because he was fine goddammit, these people would not fucking stop pestering him. Yelling at him, asking the same questions over and over, and trying to pull him up from his seat… Simon was a hair’s breadth from losing his shit and reducing everyone around him to nothing but a greasy smear beneath his boots.

“I know you all are not over here annoying the ever-loving shit outta hurt people.”

A disapproving female voice standing out among all the male ones cut through the chatter. While not a male soldier's loud, barking voice, it carried a confident authority nonetheless. The wall of people surrounding the angry Brit opened revealing a short, and very obviously annoyed, female.

“Are you hurt bad enough that you’re about to die on me?” she asked, gesturing at him without touching him, for which he was absurdly appreciative. Not that he’d show it.

“No,” Ghost loudly snapped.

If his rudeness offended her, she didn’t seem to care. “You heard him,” she waved off the people crowding around the skull. “Get moving, the hell is everyone standing around for?”

With Soap and Gaz already on their way and the annoying gaggle of people leaving him alone, thanks to her, Simon began making his way out of the plane. Ice-cold winds stole the breath from his lungs and stung the inside of his nose.

No they definitely hadn’t packed for this.

Gripping onto the side, he swung down from the plane, barely stifling a groan at the sharp pain shooting up his leg. He’d been able to balance most of his weight on his good foot as he made his way to the door, but once outside there wasn’t anything to hold onto for support, and he came up with several new swears at the impact. Somehow over the wind and plane's engines, the woman heard and turned back.

Ghost couldn’t hide his limp quickly enough. “Come on Lieutenant.” She came up to his side and slid under his arm. Simon could hardly put weight on his leg by that point and was forced to grab onto her shoulder to maintain balance. “I’m gonna grab your belt, okay? So I have a better grip.”

He couldn’t bring himself to argue, though he wanted to. An arm wrapped around his lower back and took hold of his belt, the position keeping her pressed firmly against him and his arm across the back of her shoulders.

Simon just knew he was the color of a goddamn tomato under his mask, fucking hell. Thankfully he’d chosen his full skull mask this time and his face was completely hidden.

With slow, hobbling steps the massive lieutenant and the tiny female headed into the med bay. He tensed the moment the doors shut behind him. The woman must have felt it because she brought them to a stop at the closest corner. Ghost’s arm rested on the fire extinguisher to keep himself up and as much of his weight off his foot as he possibly could.

The medic disappeared behind a curtain a moment before returning with a chair helping him over to it and making sure he could sit down without crashing to the floor. “You’re out of the way over here so no one should bother you. Not for a while at least. I’m gonna take care of your guys then I’ll be back, okay?”

He grunted indifferently in response and looked away. Her bright amber eyes and sweet voice made him feel… different.

That irritated him.

And he was already extremely fucking irritated as it was.

Eventually the organized chaos around Soap and Gaz dissipated, leaving the two resting on gurneys for whatever came next. The Brit had begun pondering making his way over, but someone with a short white lab coat came waltzing his direction. Pale, baby-faced, and with an annoyingly snooty expression the Brit instantly disliked. Ghost could swear he could still see the silver spoon in his mouth.

“Strip,” he demanded.

What in the absolute fuck. Not even so much as an offer for dinner first.

“Piss off,” Ghost replied.

The little prick puffed up like a balloon. “Shirt off Soldier!”

The black-eyed skull glared back at him. After a mission gone sideways and his team injured, the lieutenant was not in the mood for this. Plus it was a stupid request anyway; he had a hurt foot for christ’s sake.

“That was an order! Shirt off! Before I call the MPs and have you reprimanded for refusal to obey!”

The Brit growled, beyond done with this petulant, overgrown child. “Piss off!”

Reclined on a stretcher in a bay across the room, Soap was awake. Groggy as he was, he’d still recognize that grouchy, growly voice anywhere. The voice Ghost used when he was about to slaughter someone, and knowing full well LT would be extra pissy after a failed mission, he called for the attention of someone behind his curtain.

Simon’s periphery caught Soap’s movement; Johnny gesturing and talking to someone he couldn't see. He couldn’t even begin to process his relief when the female medic’s head popped around the curtain and she began walking over, looking exasperated and rolling her eyes.

The obnoxious asshole in front of Ghost snapped his fingers at two MPs near the door. “Get him out, drag him out if you have to!” his voice cracked.

“Actually boys,” the woman interrupted, “if you could remove him that’d be great.”

The MPs nodded, barely concealing gleeful grins, and began herding the little prick through the door. “Thanks guys!” she smiled as her attention returned to the seated lieutenant. “I’m really sorry about him. Now that he has an MD after his name he thinks he’s the shit.”

She hooked the toe of her shoe around the leg of a rolling stool and dragged it over, sitting in front of the angry skull. “My name’s Sereza, what’s yours?”

Sereza, hm?

The Brit stared a moment. “Ghost,” he replied curtly.

“Your team is all good. They’re stable and comfortable, now it’s your turn, cool?”

The skull nodded. Knowing his sergeants weren’t about to die on him, Simon was okay (ish) with his injury getting looked at. His heart accelerated as she kneeled down in front of him. Then he remembered – he had a hurt foot.

The apples of his cheeks begin to burn and the front of his pants felt a bit snug as she settled in front of his legs. Something he really didn’t want to happen. Simon clenched his jaw, feeling utterly disgusted with himself. The poor girl was just doing her job; she didn’t deserve that.

Control yourself! Fucking hell...

Seemingly oblivious - or at least he hoped to God she was - Sereza gingerly lifted his leg and rested the heel of his boot on her thigh.

The Brit mentally chuckled at seeing that his boot was as wide as her leg. Bloody hell she’s a tiny little thing. The brief lift in his spirits dulled when the sole of his boot left muddy streaks on her pants though, leaving him feeling guilty and wondering if he should offer to buy her new ones.

Sereza picked apart the knot and pulled the lace out of his boot before gently easing it off. There was some mild discomfort as she carefully pulled off his sock but it was by far the gentlest touch Ghost had experienced in a very long time. Possibly ever, now that he thought about it. Her tender but sure grip supported his ankle in the perfect position as she leaned over and inspected him. Light touches and cool, soft skin relaxed the lieutenant beyond measure. Even with the occasional slightly uncomfortable manipulation of his foot, Simon found he was at serious risk of becoming a puddle right there in her chair.

Not very becoming of a lieutenant.

If either of the sergeants was around he knew they’d make some stupid wisecrack about him having a foot fetish. Fuck’s sake…

His trouser leg being pushed up his calf slightly brought Ghost’s gaze back down to the woman. He briefly worried she’d push it up too far, exposing the point where his scars began, but she moved the material just enough and continued examining him with a neutral expression.

“Congrats Lieutenant, you fractured your foot,” she finally said. Ghost grunted. “It’s just a tiny break; right about here,” she gestured without touching his skin. “How’d that happen?”

“Fucker drove over my foot.”

“That wasn’t nice. Hope you got him back for it.”

The skull quirked an eyebrow. If the hole between his eyes and the mess of gray matter splattering the front seats were any indication, then yes, Ghost did indeed get him back. But he decided to spare her the specific details and only hummed an affirmative.

She called to someone around the corner and gave them a verbal list of things she wanted. The person quickly returned with an armful of things and piled them onto her stool. He moved to hold Ghost’s leg-

“No,” the lieutenant irritably snapped before speaking more calmly to the female, “… Just you.”

The other medic looked ready to argue but the woman intervened yet again, giving him a task that sounded suspiciously like busy work to the lieutenant, and sending him on his way. “Help me out a little,” she said to Ghost as she handed him some packages. “Open this please, but don’t let it fall on the floor.”

Having been put to work, Simon dutifully opened seal after seal, handing things to her as she needed them. If he was responsible for her help having been sent away then he supposed it was the least he could do. Plus she had to touch his feet, and he was sure they smelled by this point. And she had helped his sergeants, sent off that shithead that tried having him thrown out … His stomach felt uncomfortably heavy with the weight of his debts to her.

Unwrapping things was the absolute fucking least he could do.

She wrapped his foot in multiple layers before the medic came back again to set a walking boot down beside the stool. “Used one of these before?” she asked the skull, dragging the boot over.

Ghost hummed in response. He had indeed, several times.

The first being his father’s doing… Simon had been just seven years old.

The woman straightened out his pant leg and lowered his foot comfortably into the boot before closing it snuggly around him. The Brit already missed her touch. Medics were always so bloody rough with him, but her though…

Shoving the thought to the back of his mind, he reached down and adjusted the boot until it was where he knew from experience he wanted it to be.

Sereza stood and held out an arm, helping to heave the huge lieutenant out of the slightly-too-small chair. Simon barely suppressed an amused chuckle when out of the corner of his eye he noticed her grabbing onto the nearby doorframe to keep from being toppled by him.

Little peanut, he laughed to himself.

“Six weeks in this thing, okay? Be extra nice to it, especially in the gym, don't get it wet, and strictly no running. Keep it elevated as much as you can, lots of ice… all the usual stuff. Come back here to have it rewrapped weekly, if not sooner. I know how you guys usually are about pain meds but if you decide you want something just say the word,” she instructed with a sweet smile, standing ready to steady him as he took a few careful steps, testing the boot.

Satisfied that he could put weight on it without much pain or collapsing, his gloved hand let go of her shoulder, though he kind of wanted to keep it there.

What the hell was going on with him? Maybe he was just tired. It had been a shit day after all. And a long one.

Someone called her away so Ghost walked – very slowly at first – over to the bay where Soap and Gaz were resting. He didn’t care for the sight of them connected to IVs and beeping monitors and whatever else all this stuff was, but they were both alive and would live to face another fight.

“Johnny,” his gravelly baritone whispered, having noticed Gaz fast asleep. Or heavily sedated, he wasn’t sure which.

The Scot cracked his eyes open. “She’s something, ey LT?” he drowsily grinned.

Simon groaned quietly as he sat in the chair beside Soap’s bed. “Unusual name.”

“That’s what I s-said… Lass told me she’s from… froooomm Ar… Arrrgentina,” Soap words slurred, obviously a little medicated himself. “Pretty lil… liiiiittle bird.”

Ghost didn’t say anything more and let Soap ramble before he dozed off. Most of it incoherent nonsense but Simon didn’t mind, it reinforced that he hadn’t lost Johnny. Not this time.

Blackened eyes wandered around discreetly from behind the skull plate, trying to distract his mind. Tracking everyone’s movements around him and not at all trying to find a certain female. He hated the med bay. Anything to do with hospitals and clinics and such. Too much time spent in them as a child when his shitty excuse of a sperm donor went overboard. The now familiar caramel waves caught his eye and diverted his mind from unpleasant memories.

This med bay though… maybe this one wasn’t so bad.

Leaning back in the chair and stretching out his legs, the physical and mental exhaustion of a mission gone sideways caught up with him and the lieutenant began to drift off.

The hours ticked by.

They took Gaz off somewhere. Multiple medics stopped by to check vitals and switch out IVs and units of blood for Soap while the sergeant continued to lightly snore. Each of them roused the lieutenant a bit just by their presence alone, though he paid them no mind and didn’t let on that he was awake. If they weren’t the woman then he really couldn’t be bothered. Hours continued to pass, Soap left, came back, then left again, and Simon’s back ached from this fucking metal chair.

A warm glow shining on his eyelids interrupted his nap. Annoyed, he squinted at the doors to the runway where they'd landed, eyebrows furrowing in thought. It had been late in the day when they got here, why was it still light out?

Was it just him or was this the longest day ever?

Fuck it. Whatever.

Too tired to care at this point. And fuck this uncomfortable chair too.

Cracking his neck, Simon nodded off once again.

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A touch on his forearm caused Ghost’s hand to clamp down hard on someone.

Murderous blackened eyes met with bright amber ones. He quickly let go of her hand. “Sorry,” he muttered, feeling horrendously guilty when he saw the red print of his hand marring her olive skin. (“YOU LITTLE FUCKER, ALWAYS FUCKING SHIT UP!”) The Brit blinked hard behind the skull plate, trying to force his father’s voice out of his head.

“No worries Lieutenant,” she smiled sweetly with a reassuring squeeze on his arm. “We’re moving your guys to a room, do you wanna go along? See everyone? We can find you an actual bed to sleep in after. Something a little better than this shitty chair.”

The Brit staggered along, following Sereza out of the triage area and into the winding system of corridors that formed the guts of all hospitals.

“MacTavish should be done soon,” she informed. “Ah. Speaking of-”

A gurney banged open a set of double doors a few feet ahead of them, one of the attendants handing papers off to her as the bed moved on ahead. A few silent moments and an insane number of turns later, Soap’s gurney finally veered through a final set of doors. The words Intensive Care above them made Simon’s chest feel tight.

“We were able to get them in the same room,” the woman’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Garrick left post-op about twenty minutes ago so he should be set up already.”

The woman… what was her name?

It was unusual... fuck, he couldn’t remember exactly. And he didn’t want to insult her by getting it wrong. He’d have to wait and hope he’d be able to pick it up somewhere.

Simon hung back in the hall, out of the way, as people swarmed in and out of the room. Finally everything settled and the Brit felt that he could enter without getting in the way. Deep down he wasn’t sure he was ready to and his mind was imagining the state his team might be in, but as a lieutenant he was responsible for them and that was not a duty Ghost took lightly.

After a silent deep breath, he walked into the dim room. Soap was settled in across the room from a quietly sleeping Garrick and aside from the expected bandages, tubes, and monitors, Simon was immensely relieved to find nothing horribly worrying. Next to Soap, the little one stood off to the side, signing papers, reading over other papers, and conversing with the last few staff members before they too left, skittering almost fearfully past the skull-masked Brit.

“How is he?” Ghost quietly asked, looking down at Johnny.

“He’s really good actually. And lucky. His scan shows no serious damage that time won’t fix. He has a drain right now because we don’t want any swelling making things worse and giving us a new set of problems, but that can come out in about a few days. That’s the only thing keeping him in ICU; just needs to be watched closely.”

How the hell was she so soothing to listen to? Ghost couldn’t understand it.

The way she talked made him feel like there was nothing to worry about.

“Shall we go find you a bed? They’re gonna sleep the rest of the day and you look ready to drop.”

The pair walked side by side down the hall, turning more corners than the Brit cared to count, while she filled him in on more details. He was trying to keep up with where they were going and what she was saying, but he was so fucking tired.

“…then for Garrick, we operated on him last night. Removed two fragments, patched a few holes. Very smooth, no complications, but he does have a chest tube in for right now. I expect he’ll be up and about in four, maybe five days. He’s in ICU only so MacTavish has a friend to keep him company. Didn’t want him waking up in a strange place without someone he knows there.”

“Last night?”

Hazel eyes looked up at him quizzically. “…Yeah… When you guys got here...”

She spoke slowly and with concern, like she was beginning to suspect he had a concussion or something. “It’s-” the skull looked toward the bright windows up ahead. Wait a damn minute…

“Ghost, do you know where you are?”

Actually no. Not exactly. It wasn’t a concern at the time.

His concern was not losing anyone on his team. They were all he had.

He grumpily shook his head, “Watcher had to divert us here quickly because of injuries, no time for details.”

“Ah. Well since no one took the time to tell you, you’re in the Arctic,” she explained when the Brit continued looking perplexed.

Things began to make a little more sense. “Is this,” fuck, what was it called, “when the sun doesn’t go down?”

A mellifluous little laugh almost made his cold heart melt, which was slightly aggravating. That left him feeling like he wasn’t in full control.

“Yeah, midnight sun. It’s just a little after 0300 right now. Welcome to Camp Westforge, Lieutenant,” she gestured at a pair of large windows that offered the Brit a view of the expansive snow-covered wilderness beyond the base’s high walls. Despite it being around three in the morning, the bright sun hung low above the frozen horizon. “Throws you off, doesn’t it? That explains why you were confused. I was beginning to worry I missed a head injury.”

The Brit muttered something under his breath about being perfectly fine.

“Oh quit fussing,” she lightly teased.

Ghost was taken aback. No one had ever dared speak to him like that.

And he didn't fuss. Ever.

He pinned a half-hearted scowl on the small female walking by his shoulder but she was completely unbothered, goddammit.

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Price arrived two days later and over the next month the 141 slowly started getting back on their feet.

Injuries would keep them out of action for the short term, but there was still a fight to win, and to bring that fight to Makarov the team needed to be close by. Ergo, Laswell had informed them, Westforge was to be their temporary base of operations. 'Little home away from home,' she'd called it.

Johnny was initially crushed by the damage done to his mohawk but his sunny disposition kicked in and he was back to seeing the bright side of things again - at least he was alive and had narrowly avoided a career-ending, life-altering injury. If that cost him his mohawk then so be it. Hair would grow back.

Garrick had practically jumped out of bed the day after his chest tube was removed and declared himself ready for action again. The base was swarming with planes and helos lately and each time a new one came in Gaz or Johnny would say something about their ride being here. Simon had to talk some sense into them, insisting that Johnny wouldn’t be useful in the field with staples still in his head, which Soap disagreed with. Afterward, Johnny sulked in his bed, continuing his arguments in Gaelic, Simon was sure. Gaz on the other hand spent most of his time rehabbing his shoulder.

Through all of it, he saw almost none of the woman.

That was frustrating, which made no sense to him. What did he care if she was busy or whatever? Well he didn't. Or, shouldn't. He wasn’t responsible for her. But without fail, every fucking time he and this stupid fucking boot limped into a room the skull found himself looking around for a head of long dark honey-colored curls, yet found none. It was putting him in a very sour mood.

Which also annoyed him.

Which made his mood worse.

But that little one made him feel… weird. A warm feeling would settle in his chest and stomach.

But what in the bloody hell? And fucking why?

It was always with him, night and day, fluttering around in his chest. At least it was a pleasant feeling for a goddamn change.

The skull asked himself yet again at what fucking point exactly had his professionalism gone out the window? Distractions were dangerous in the field. He was here to do a job: find target, eliminate target, maybe get some intel in the process.

That’s all.

Simple.

Right?

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Simon hated having a hurt foot.

It was maddening how much it slowed him down. Plus watching how much others had to slow down to match his pace bothered him immensely. He never liked when he felt he was inconveniencing others. Even in a small way like this.

He had his father to thank for that too, he guessed.

But more importantly… where the bloody hell did the woman disappear to?!

It had been fucking days!

Maybe she was gone.

Sent back to wherever she lived. Which hurt to think about.

Noises behind him grated severely on his fragile nerves. The entire damn room started asking questions all at the same fucking time.

How you holding up? Did you get enough sleep? When’d you eat last? And so forth.

The Brit glared angrily at the tea in his hand. Fucking hell. Busybodies.

A soft feminine laugh followed their rapid line of questioning. “Fine, not really, and I don’t remember.”

Frayed nerves relaxed. In all of Westforge, there was only one female and a sensation he’d never experienced, definitely not around others, washed over him once he heard her voice. The lieutenant was both inexplicably relieved and highly perplexed. He was happy because the little one was there again, but still didn’t understand why this seemed to only ever happen around her.

Also others talking to her so familiarly and affectionately was getting under his skin.

“That rush kept you fucking busy! Goddamn!” some random corporal chimed in. Simon pulled his hood farther forward, hiding how he glowered at the back of his head.

She quietly laughed as she stirred creamer into her coffee. “No shit. I sewed enough guys together to make a rug.”

Could he order these people to quit talking to her? Because they were still doing it and it bothered him. Just say hello and get the fuck out.

Simon watched, thoroughly irked, as soldier after soldier after soldier passed by the little one and greeted her. Why couldn’t they just tell her good morning? He’d have felt fine about that. Kind of.

But no, every goddamn one of them had to hug her, pat her on the head, and talk to her all nice-like. What in the fresh fucking hell? Why the affection? Why did everyone have to touch her?

… Why couldn’t he?

Ghost immediately flushed hard under his balaclava upon realizing why he hated everything about this so much.

He wanted that to be him.

To stand close to her again. To be on the receiving end of that smile.

Gloved fingers tugged at his jumper as he retreated even further into the hood and adjusted the balaclava under his eyes to be sure it covered the tops of his cheeks. Thoughts like this had no business being in his head during deployments.

A tall black-haired guy in his gym clothes casually walked in and began to make his own coffee beside her. Then they smiled at one another as he embraced her in a side hug, her head resting against his shoulder as he kissed the top of her head.

And a cold, crushing weight slammed into the Brit’s chest. Clearing a burning lump from his throat, the lieutenant stood and left the room.

He couldn’t take watching anymore.

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