#THOSE R DUDES I SWEAR!!!!!!!!!!

[gmaxgrimmsnarl]

NOT SOMEONE REBLOGGING MY ANCIENT-ASS HETALIA ART AND TAGGING IT AS NYOTALIA

[beeduoo]

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

[mingsolo]

before you go

san x reader (afab) / genre: smut, pwp, established relationship / warnings: unprotected sex, cursing, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), spanking, slightly possessive san but its for the fun of it, jealous san, creampie, pet names (baby), wc: 1.1k / r: 21+

unedited but delicious, also done for the jealousteez collab club project @pirateeznet — have fun hornies!

“Why do you have to go so early?” 

San’s pouty voice resonated from the living room all the way to the bathroom, where you were finishing with your makeup, ready for tonight´s concert. 

“We talked about this Sanie, you can’t convince me to stay, you know how much I spent on the tickets?!”

He was about to reply with another plea, but he shut completely when he saw you got out of your bedroom, doing a spin and showing your finished concert assemble. San stood up, looking at you with wide eyes in admiration. “What do you think?” you said, spinning again, making your pleated skirt dance against your thighs, making the chains around your waist dingle. 

“Fuck! You look so hot, no! you can’t go like this, baby” he got closer, grabbing your waist and admiring your form. His eyes turned sparkly and his pout became almost cartoonish. “You've been talking too much about that Jake guy, and now he’s going to look at you like this, bounce like this, for him…” he added, sounding rather sad.

“Don’t be silly San, he won’t even notice me!”

“He would be an idiot if he doesn’t” He said, pulling you back against his chest.

You giggled, finding him amusing but knowing he is actually being serious. Truth was San couldn't handle you going to concerts, even less, guy concerts where a dude you won’t shut up about would be performing. 

“That’s sweet Sanie, but I doubt it,” you said, kissing him and throwing your arms around his neck. “Let’s make a deal, go home and after the concert, I’ll crash a your apartment and make it up for you, I promise”

San looked at the ceiling, considering your offer, but after a moment of deliberation, he thought of something. “I would be less mad about those guys seeing you dance in this outfit, If I get to fill you up good before you go, that’s my condition.” 

“Huh?!” you knew he was joking, he wouldn´t put conditions on you for going out or not, but this was cruel from him. He knew how fucking hot he was when he talked tried dirty talk on you, and what it provoked.

“Choi San, you wouldn’t” you glared at him.

“I won’t ruin your pretty outfit, I promise.”

Moments later, you were on your knees, soft pillow under them not to hurt you or ruin your fishnet tights. You look up to San, your eyes search for him and he looks down with drowsy eyes. “You look so pretty, baby,” he groans, and curses when you increase your pace, dick hot and heavy in your mouth. You gag and his teeth press onto his bottom lip, if you didn’t knew him better, you would say, in agony, 

He grabs his base and urges you to go one more time with all you got. The sounds you make as you suck him up are driving him insane and you can feel it on how his dick throbs against your throat. He is so loud you swear all your neighbors know what you are doing, but you don’t care. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, hearing you gag on him, “Shhh, baby, look at me” San lifts your head gently and your lashes flutter, “Fuck, are you crying?” He gasps but you don’t stop, taking him all in until he hits the back of your throat again. 

“You want me to load onto you in all places huh?” You nod and he curses again, “Crying because you want my cum on you so bad? thought you were in a hurry to leave, baby” You shake your head slightly and he giggles unable to resist how your lips and tongue work on him. 

Just as you are about to need to grasp some air, San thrust three times into you rather harshly. San sees that you need air and pulls out, “I love fucking your mouth, but I don’t want to ruin the makeup you spend so much working on” He then takes your arm and pull you up, immediately turning you over and bending you over the arm of the sofa, lifting your skirt, realizing is not tights what you are wearing, but stockings. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?,” He grunts and presses against you, dragging his cock against your folds, hearing you whine and whimper, until he’s satisfied. “Where are your shorts?”

“Sanie, I haven't finished dressing up!” you cry. 

“Sure thing,” He chuckles darkly, pushing himself into you with ease, “Such. A. Slut” he said, pushing into you harshly with every word. You moan, feeling how San turns your face towards him and kisses you sloppily. It’s so messy and the angle is awkward but the both of you need to be connected in every way. 

when San breaks the kiss, and grabs you by the hair, it’s harsh but at the same time he doesn’t want to mess up your recently done hair, and despite spit dripping out your mouth thanks to the kiss and San slamming into you like a fucking starved man, you feel so enamoured by him that you start to tear up again. 

One hand on your hair and the other on your stomach, keeping you close to him as he slams in and out, while sucking on your neck, making sure to leave some kind of mark for you to display later tonight. “Baby, you like that you're gonna be jumping and dancing with my cum inside you all night, right?,” you nod frantically, and San feels like exploding at any second. “Want to be sure you don’t forget about me baby, gonna fill you up so good” 

You moan and he takes the chance to leave your hair and stick two fingers into your mouth. Wasting no time you start sucking them, at the same pace of San’s thrusts inside you. San hits your sweet spot and you sob into his fingers, accidentally taking them out.

“San please, please!” 

“What baby, you wanna come already?” 

“Please baby, I want to come”

San increases his pace and it's becoming rather sloppy, so you know he’s close too. “Fuck then come with me, let’s come together bab— yyy!” San lets out a whiny moan that you sure resonated in the entire building. He pressed himself against you and you rode your release at the same time that you felt San’s hot cum filling you up. “Just like that,” he breathes out, moving a little to see if his cum is leaking out of you as he wished. “Mine, mine only.” He says, spanking you loudly.

You moan and San chuckles, helping you stand up. He smiles, kissing your temple before he goes to pick up some tissues to help you clean up before you need to change stockings. 

“Now go for those shorts, or else I’ll fuck you again until the concert is over.” 

“Sanie!” 

He huffs, dimples showing as he smiles again, and then he squints. “I mean it.” 

@mingsolo please do not re-upload/translate to other sites

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2024

July 3rd Prompt: Mutual Pining

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

@steddie-week

“Robin,” Steve hisses, swatting at her arm with wide eyes.

She flails. “What?” She hisses back, slapping at his hand.

“Him,” he says, jerking his head towards the front door of Family Video. Robin frowns when she sees Eddie.

“What- oh, for fuck’s sake, Steve, will you quit with the high school shit? I thought you were past that.”

He looks hurt. “What high school- oh!” His expression clears and he shakes his head. “No, not- not that, you know I’m past that. Robbie.” He puts his hands on her shoulders. She tries not to squirm. “Robbie, his hair is up.”

Robin looks at him again: hair up in a bun, cut-off jean shorts, those weird tank tops with the stretched armpits that Robin didn’t understand unless she could see hints of a bra underneath. She turns back to Steve, still frowning, then suddenly her expression clears. Oh. “You like him!” She crows.

“Robbie,” he pleads. “I- I don’t- I don’t know how to do this anymore, you know how badly Nancy broke me-”

“I know,” Robin quickly says. “I know, your heart’s on your sleeve only until you brush up against someone else and they steal it, I know, Steve, but if there’s one person who falls harder, faster?” She points out the window. “It’s that fucker.”

“Okay,” Steve says, “but that doesn’t mean I can talk to him.”

“You might not have a choice,” she says, watching as he grabs the door handle. She nods at him, and Steve whips around as the bell above the door rings.

He whips around just as quickly, and Robin’s suddenly faced with two choices. She could either take over, let him hide in the back, or- “I’m taking my break,” she says brightly. “I’ll grab us some drinks from the corner store.”

“Robin,” he hisses, futilely grabbing at her as she dodges out of his grasp.

“Hey, Eddie,” she greets as she approaches the front door. “You’re just in time, I’m taking my break to grab Steve and I some drinks from the corner store.”

Eddie grins at her, then glances at Steve and his smile falls. “Yeah,” he says, “is he feeling okay? He looks red.”

Robin looks at him and turns to Eddie with a concerned look. “He does. Would you be able to stay here, just in case, while I run and grab those drinks?” He gapes, so she brightly says, “thanks!” As she runs out.

She’s a genius.

“See ya, Birdie,” Eddie says on his way out. 

Steve doesn’t speak to her for half an hour, which is a record for them. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I thought I’d give you a chance to talk.”

He buries his head in her shoulder. “I think he hates me.”

Eddie calls Gareth once he gets home. “Gareth.”

“Edward.”

“Not my name and you know it.” He sighs. “I think he hates me.”

Gareth sighs. “Are you talking about Steve again? Dude, he doesn’t hate you. I think that’s actually physically impossible.”

“Trust me,” Eddie says darkly, “it’s not.”

“Okay, well I swear on my mother’s life he doesn’t hate you, does that make you feel better?”

“Have you actually spoken to him in the last month?”

“Well, no.”

“Ha!”

“But I’ve spoken to Robin.”

Eddie groans. “Okay, but recently?”

“Uh, does Sunday count as recently?”

“Okay, in the last twenty minutes.”

“No, but I can. I’ve got a video to return anyways.”

“Huh,” Eddie says, “I always thought you got them from Robin.”

“Yeah, but I’ve gotta give them back, too. I don’t always catch her before work.”

Eddie’s head spins. “Okay, could you talk to her, actually? Just… confirm that he either does or doesn’t hate me, man, I feel like I’m going crazy-”

“If it helps,” Gareth says, “last time we spoke, she said he was being a dingus about you.”

“That’s no help,” Eddie retorts, “I don’t think she even knows what that means, you realize that’s one of her nicknames for him?”

Gareth sighs. “Okay. I’ll go talk to Robin and try to get an answer for you.”

“I owe you my life.”

“Shut up.”

“I’ll marry you.”

Gareth hangs up on him.

“Hey,” Robin says when she sees Gareth coming. “Wanna take the rest of the day off? My treat for royally screwing up?”

Steve blinks at her, then smiles. “Only if you come over later.”

“With all the ice cream I can carry,” she promises, laughing. “Go, get out of here, I’ll clock you out with me.”

“Thanks, Robbie,” he murmurs into her hair, leaning in for a hug. “You’re sure it’s okay?”

“This is my fault,” she reminds him. “Now go, already, you’d better enjoy this one-time offer.” She grins at him, and he grins back as he walks out, greeting Gareth on his way to his car.

“Emerson,” Robin says.

“Buckley,” Gareth replies.

“Did I royally fuck up?”

“Ah,” Gareth laughs, “I should’ve known this was your fault.”

“I didn’t think anything would happen! I thought, y’know, they’d talk!” She balls up her hands in her hair.

“Well, Eddie thinks Steve hates him.”

“Oh,” Robin says, “that’s okay, then, because Steve thinks Eddie hates him.”

“They’re idiots.”

“They’re our best friends.”

“So what does that make us?”

They both laugh, and Robin takes the tape to scan it back in. “How’s Aunt Betty?”

“Same as always,” Gareth shrugs. “How about Aunt Melissa?”

Robin sighs. “As hippie as ever, I think. She’s talking to me about marriage.” They both shudder. Robin looks at the screen. “You’re late,” she tells him.

He rolls his eyes. “By, like, a day, Binnie, can’t you just…” he wiggles his fingers at the computer, “write it off?”

She glares at him. “The things I do for family.”

Gareth snorts. “Speaking of doing things… what are we gonna do about them?”

Robin sighs. “Your idea of locking them into a closet is sounding more appealing by the minute.”

Gareth snaps. “I’ve got it! Blind date.”

“With each other?” Robin makes a considering noise. “It could work. It would have to be in Indy.”

“Talk to Eddie about places to go,” Gareth entreats. “Where you can be yourself.”

Robin snorts. “You can say gay bar, Nicholas, it’s not a bad word.”

Gareth screws his face up. “You know I hate my middle name.”

“I know, and I don’t know why, and anyways you started it with fucking Binnie.”

He flips her off, then stares expectantly. “So you’ll talk to Eddie?”

“Mhm. I’ll tell you what he says. Then you’ll tell Eddie and I’ll tell Steve?”

“Deal.” He holds his hand out to shake. “Oh, and make sure Steve wears the yellow sweater.”

Robin cackles. “You’re an evil genius. Will do, but only if Eddie wears his battle vest.”

They shake on it.

She speaks to Eddie later, about places to go, things to do, and comes to a decision. She speaks to Gareth that same day, who talks to Eddie the next day, the same day she talks to Steve. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Am I gonna hate it?”

“No!” She pauses. “I don’t think so? I’m setting you up on a blind date.”

“No.”

“Then you’re gonna stand them up, and do you really want that?”

Steve huffs out a breath, pinches his nose. “Fine. What is it this time?”

Robin claps and jumps. “Yes! Okay, it’s called Jake’s BBQ. Super accepting place. He’ll be in a denim vest.”

Steve cocks his brow at her. “He?”

“I thought it might help,” she said. “Oh, and I told him you’d be in a yellow sweater.”

Steve throws his hands in the air. “I guess all my choices have been made for me.”

“Please, there’s plenty of time to dazzle him with all your polos after the first date.”

Steve snorts. “When is it?”

“Friday, seven o’clock. I’m taking your shift.”

Steve raises both his brows. “You really want me to go.” She shrugs. “Alright, Robbie. No promises it goes well.”

“It’ll go great,” she assures him.

Three days later finds Steve on I-40E, getting closer and closer to Indy.

He finds the restaurant without too much trouble, grimacing when he realizes he’s going to have to be very careful not to spill on his sweater. He walks in, head on a swivel, doing a double-take when he sees Eddie sitting alone at a table. “Eddie?”

He looks over. “Steve?” His face hardens. “Look, if this is your idea of a joke, you can just-”

Steve shakes his head. “Joke? Robin sent me on a blind date.”

Eddie shuts his eyes on a sigh. “Did she happen to tell you anything about your date?”

“Uh, he’d be wearing a denim vest.” Steve’s eyes flicker down to Eddie’s chest, where his battle vest is on display. He grimaces. “Want to help me murder Robin?”

“Only if you help me murder Gareth after,” Eddie snickers, leading Steve back to his table. “C’mon, you drove all this way, you might as well get something to eat.”

Steve sighs, picking at his napkin. “What were you told?”

“Ah.” Eddie blushes. “That he’d be wearing a yellow sweater.”

Steve frowns. “I don’t understand that, actually, why this old thing?”

Eddie smiles. “Why the vest?”

Steve blushes. “With a shirt? I don’t know.”

Eddie’s eyes spark. “And without a shirt?”

Steve stares for a minute, then forces his eyes away with a quick shake of his head. “Why are we here, man?”

Eddie sighs. “I think Gareth just wants to humiliate me, honestly.” He stirs his straw in his drink, listens to the ice cubes clink. Takes a breath that shakes a little in the middle. “I, uh. Kinda have a really unfortunate crush on you.”

Steve’s jaw drops. “I thought you hated me!”

Eddie’s eyes widen. “No, I- I could never-”

“Well don’t say that, you did hate me in high school.” He shakes his head. “Why? Why me?”

Eddie laughs, loud and fake. “Listen, Harrington, I’ve had enough humiliation for today, thank you very much.”

“No, that’s not- Eddie, I like you too!”

Eddie blinks at him. “You- what?”

Steve nods. “That’s why Robin set me up with you.” He blushes. “And why I’ve been acting so weird,” he admits. “The last day you came in to Family Video, with the tank top? And your hair up?” He shakes his head, palms flat on the table, leaning over the edge of it. “I thought I was gonna die, dude.”

Eddie grins, pulling his hair back. “So, let’s say if I were to do this…” he pulls a hair tie off his collection of black bracelets, pulls his hair into a messy approximation of a bun.

Steve’s face is on fire. “Yuh- yep,” he says. “Y-yeah, that, that’s, uh.” He covers his face with his hands. “I need you to take your hair down before I do something that lands us both in jail for indecent exposure.”

Eddie chokes. “Rain check?” He jokes, taking his hair down. “And, uh. I brought the van. If you need to get it out of your system.”

Steve stares at him. “Get the check. We’ll get fast food on our way back.”

Eddie cackles, waves his hand for the waitress, and soon they’re in the van, Eddie’s hair back up.

Some time later, Steve calls Robin. “Hello?”

“Buckley, I’m going to murder you.” A pause, “Eddie’s helping. You want twin plots with Gareth?”

Robin shrieks. “I told you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Still gonna murder you.”

“As long as you and Eddie are done pining.”

“We done something!” Eddie crows, cackling, jumping back when Steve swats at him. 

“Ew,” Robin says, “please kill me so I don’t have to witness that, actually.”

“Robbie,” Steve says, then sighs, suddenly serious. “Thank you.” He smiles at Eddie, who smiles back and moves in to wrap an arm around Steve’s waist.

“Are you happy?”

He looks at Eddie, smiling at him, tapping his finger on Steve’s hip to the sound of the music coming from the speakers. “Yeah,” he says. “I am. Really happy.”

[sexydoffyman]

IT IS I…..

I have RETURNED TO THY WITH ANOTHER REQUEST!!!!!!!! I ALSO LOVED THAT YANDERE KONIG HC I ATE THAT SHIT UPPP HOLY LIKE YALL R SO GOOD WTF

🔥

anyways ignoring my crazy ramblings,,,,,,,,

this time I have dropped on by to request some DRAMA AND TEA, maybe headcanons on ghost, soap, and konig fighting over the m!reader’s love

YOU HAVE CREATIVE LIBERTY, GIVE US MORE HCS PLEASEEEEE and take ur time!!! U CAN MAKE IT SPICY OR NAW BUT I NEED TO SEE THIS

MAYBE SUBTLY FIGHTING OR NOT… I MEAN,,, I MEAN,,,,, YOU CAN ADD MORE PPL IF U WANT…….. I DONT MIND BECAUSE I NEED TO SEE THE TEA UNFOLD

FIGHTING OVER YOU

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genre: romance?

characters: Ghost, Soap, König

A/N: You may have just become my favorite requester.🦑

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Soap and Ghost definitely mock each other. Ghost saying, Soap is a Leprechaun. Soap just says, "Go brush your teeth." in the most British accent.

They are rivals. Both have the same goal.

The mockery is just a "play fight" since they know each other.

With König tho. When he joins the fight over your attention, all hell breaks loose.

He's tall and intimidating, and they don't know him.

Those two stop arguing so fast.

Now, they have a common enemy.

To be honest, any two of them would gladly team up to ruin the third ones attempt to get your attention.

Ghost and Soap would threaten König when they see him eyeing you.

It's not the "Don't touch him, he's mine!" kind of threat. It's the "I will haunt you and everyone you ever cared about down." kind of threat.

It progressed from mocking each other, embarrassing each other, pulling each other away from you to blood on their fists and faces.

They fought like damn animals.

Soap had his face obviously bruised.

Ghost had his balaclava slightly torn.

König broke some of his gear.

They were trying to rip each other to shreds.

All just to get your attention.

Not even Price could've stopped the fight.

They just tired each other out so much they passed out.

Their way of fighting lacked any morals.

Trying to poke each other's eyes out.

Breaking a couple of ribs along the way.

Price was not in the room when they passed out. There were just a couple of new recruits.

All of them didn't dare to get close to them when they saw how brutal they were.

When they got up, they were at each other's throats once again.

Not caring about the injuries they had.

The room cleared, with no one wanting to get caught up in the fight.

Soap was about to throw a punch at König but stopped.

Ghost took that chance, punching him to the ground.

He soon realized why Soap hesitated.

You ran up to the hurdle of tired soldiers.

They all loosened up, releasing anyone from their grip.

"Holy shit, ya'll fucked each other up!" You exclaimed.

Ghost's eyes filled with embarrassment. You could swear he was blushing under that mask.

Soap smiled at you awkwardly, hoping that you didn't lose interest in him because of his brutality.

Königs eyes softened. He felt so relaxed when you talked to them.

You bent down next to them, examining their wounds.

Soap and Ghost were just waiting for you to look at them with disgust. Meanwhile, König was admiring you.

"BUHAHAHA" You laughed at them. "What kind of disagreement made you fight like this?" You wondered giggling.

If only you knew.

The three of them looked behind you, seeing another dude look at you with a smirk.

There, it was decided.

They were gonna work together to make this dude piss his pants.

Now, you have scary dog privileges.

A/N: I can see myself writing p2 of this so feel free to request for this again.

[ssparksflyy]

ours ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader summary: finally going home to see leo after a long day at work ♡ warning(s): tiny swears but like youll be fine word count: 938 a/n: ive had this idea for soso long nd im glad to finally write it :)) also requests r open so send em in ! this is set after the war :D GO LISTEN TO OURS BY TAY

you sighed as you leaned back into your cheap office chair, looking over at the clock on your desk. 4:55. a whine escaped your lips as you realized you had to sit at this godforsaken desk for another five minutes.

"damn, love-struck fool can't even wait another five minutes to see their loverboy?" your coworker asked, turning around in her chair.

"whatever, melody" you said, turning your head in her direction.

she chuckled and paused, "you know, you could do so much better than him."

you turned around in your chair to face her, glaring.

"im just saying, are you really sure he's the one? i mean, he's scrawny, roughed up, and really not that cute." she said, staring at a picture of you and leo you had on your desk, one you'd taken together at a county fair.

'oh but if he were white you'd be fawning all over him' you thought.

"and those tattoos, i mean, he does realize those are permanent, right? like come on, doodle bob on your wrist? i swear, there's childish and then there's your boyfriend."

you were seriously biting your tongue now. you were so tired of people judging leo and your relationship, as if they would even try to get to know him. and you loved his doodle bob tattoo!!

"you sound like my dad, dude" you said, no emotion in your voice.

"well maybe he has i point, i mean personally, i wouldn't really approve if my kid was dating someone-"

you left before she could finish her sentence. your time was no longer hers, it was five p.m. your time belonged to leo now.

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you dropped your bag onto the floor, placed your keys on their hook and slipped off your shoes the second you walked into your apartment.

"leo? where are you?" you called out, dragging your feet.

"in the kitchen!" he shouted, and you headed over.

you walked into the kitchen to see leo making dinner, a smile spreading onto your face as you realized he was making (favorite food).

"hey! how was work today?" he asked, looking up at you with his classic leo valdez smile.

"absolutely horrible, i hated every second" you said, walking over to him and slinging your arms around his waist as you nuzzled your head into his neck, "i missed you."

he chuckled, stopping what he was doing and turning around, pulling you into his chest and giving you a hug.

"really? well what made it so horrible?" he asked, placing a kiss on top of your head.

you groaned and removed your head from his neck to look at him, "well the awkward elevator ride is always a horrible start to the day, you'd think people would learn about something called deodorant by now. then once i got to my desk, my boss called me into her office and asked me to go through some files that needed to be sorted, i didn't mind but you know, boorriinnggg. uh, and then i went back to my desk for the rest of the day and then like just as i was about to leave, melody started bitching again."

he furrowed his eyebrows, "again? gods what was she criticizing this time?"

you looked down, "you."

"me?? what have i ever done to this woman? i don't even know her!" he said, "please tell me you punched her."

"leo, you know if i didn't need this job she would've been in the hospital on life support by now" you said, raising your head and placing a kiss on his cheek.

he laughed, "well don't worry to much about her, she's just jealous. you know people just love throwing rocks at things that shine."

"oh my god when did you become a poet?" you said, pretending to be shocked.

"i heard it in a taylor swift song, okay?" he said, blushing and looking down.

you laughed as you pulled him in close once again.

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that night, you ate real good. you had loved (favorite food) before leo had made it for you, but ever since the time he made some for one of your dates, you were yet to find somebody who made it better than he did. he always claimed his version was better because his was made with undying love and affection, which always made you giggle.

after dinner, you settled down on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. around midway, you stopped paying attention to the movie and started paying attention to leo. you seriously didn't know what you'd done to deserve someone like him. he treated you so well, and loved you in a way nobody else could. you didn't get how people like melody couldn't see that. if anything, you were a little glad they couldn't. that meant that you'd get your perfect repair boy all to yourself. you were the one who would get his toothy smiles, the ones where you were able to see the gap between his teeth that you loved so much. you were the one who would get his homemade meals whenever you came home from work. you were the one who would get to try and figure out the riddles he'd recite. you were the one who got moments like this, moments you wouldn't trade anything in the world for.

leo looked down, noticing that you were staring.

"something wrong?" he asked.

you shook your head, "i just love you so much, leo."

he smiled, "i love you too, (y/n)."

you no longer cared about what other people thought of your relationship. this love was yours, not theirs.

a/n two: tysm for reading!! js somethin short i wanted to get out :)) i fr wasnt able to listen to ours without thinking of this and i was just like ugh i need 2 write this so.. here we are! hope u enjoyed and have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

[bambisnc]

he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!

'RING!!!'

you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.

that totally worked out well huh?

as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.

your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.

before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.

and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.

you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"

"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.

"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"

"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"

"the jury?"

"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."

you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.

the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"

"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."

there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.

"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"

he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.

“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”

yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.

“..no. of course not.”

sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”

you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.

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“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.

“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”

“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.

for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.

and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.

his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”

a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.

you blink. once, twice.

change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”

old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

[pastadoughie]

i haet lkike, transmasc twink boy stereotuep becaus luiek, i stg it makese me so muth moar insecur abt my body cuz liek, when i actially like, wash my hair n look presentabl, and, let myself wear my glasses so i caen acktyally fucksakinhgn not be blind i am, so stereotyupical transmasc facial structiuor,,, like

artis rendistion of mea but also i am not a fuckin skinny lil twig boy i am just, naturelaey built like a fuckisnhgn brick shithouse, i am wide as hell, like its straight up just my fuckin bone strucstoour,, witch iz liek! i loiek that, moar masculine moar rectangulor, the issuese i hav withf my body shape r mostley a fat distrobuthsion issue n not liek, a size or bone structurour ithuu biut also, alot of thea ppl that r,, in2 transmascse expeckt me 2 be liek, a lil twig femboy and becaus of me liekkikng moar feminine fashion n beinhgn like, dude witff a roundor face n kinda fluffier hair n glasses, ppl expect mea 2 also have liek, tiny skinny moar femme boddy type like, i cant fit in2, eaithor stereotype, being moar masc or being moar femme, so, thea ppl who r in2 those dont liek me i think i had ioit alot easouior finding acceptanse foar beinhgnmoar of, a mix of masc n femme just beinhgn a butch lesbian cuz liek, i am built liek this

but i swear, the seccond im a fuckin dude n not just a butch lesbaien itse liek the sky is fallinhgn, i eaithor have 2 be a normal lookin cis dude or appeal 2 chaser femboy twink uwu uwu smol bean shit. of witch i liek neaithor i hate that beinhygn a weird freak boygirl girlboy is fien when i had the lable of butch lesbian but as soon as i get a lil transgender with oit i hav 2 deal with a fuckin metric ton of transphobe n chaser shit. tiring i think thatse why i get a lil pissd off of people valueinhgn queer media moar when it is lesbianse n not gay men, because fucker! do i only get 2 hav piositivity abt myself when im a butch lesbian?? why do ppl onley give a shit abt weird tranny freaks when im a boyGIRL and a GIRLboy why do i HAVE to be a lesbian 2 not have people weird abt me (i say this with the caveat that like, lesbian spaces are genuinely so full of transphobe shit. i am not saying they are accepting by ANY stretch i have not seen a single group more commited to defending transphobia. but when i was a "cis girl" it was easier w/ my specific type of gender expreshjon) i find the gay communitea abivilant at best 2 tranny shit and the lesbian community violently transphobic or full of uwuw uwuwuuw girlfag boydyke mommy sorry mommy sorry girlcock girlmusc chaser shit anyway, girls, be more normal abt trans people and BOYS!!! turn up the tranny shit i shouldent have 2 be a pornhub tag 2 get a single crumb of respect

[chaifootsteps]

Dude... I just saw the screenshots of ep4. Where the song Poison comes in.

They're graphic as hell. Not only is Val r*ping him, but Angel is done up in BDSM gear and in a gangbang at one point.

If I hadn't seen all the fetish shit Viv has drawn, and if it weren't for "cum" comment, I could believe her in thinking this episode is going to take Angel seriously.

But I can't. This is literally her fucking fetish.

Once again, fuck you, Vivienne.

Yeah, just saw them and in short...holy fucking shit.

After episode 2, the thought actually occurred to me that this show might find a modest following among general audiences who actually like the "Steven Universe with a prodigious amount of sex and swears" angle. You know, something dirty, but in an optimistic, feel good kind of way.

I can't think of a faster way to drive those people away than to blindside them with something straight out of Irreversible.

I'm going to show the pictures, but under a cut. They're that bad.

[normal-internet-user]

BARRIER PT: 5

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Pt: 4 <-- --> Pt: 1

Summary: Leo is begining to grow increasingly suspicous of Raph's whereabouts every Friday night, so unknown to his red clad brother, he it's high time they met Raphs secret friend...

Warnings: swearing.

Requested: N/A

GN Reader!

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You clicked absentmindly through the job descriptions on your laptop screen. Clicking on one of the many, 'help wanted' posts on the site, you read through the description, before sending in an application.

This is what you had been doing almost all day, scrolling and scrolling, hoping someone would reach out to schedual an interview.

After your dad had shown up at your previous job, you blocked him everywhere you knew you could, and even changed you phone number, being sure to let Raph know so he could still contact you whenever.

The two of you had grown pretty close since the day he came to your aid, messaging and chatting with eachother often.

He still visited you on the rooftop every Friday night, only now the two of you could talk face to face. It was a nice change.

You phone screen lit up, letting know you had received a message. An unknown number. Your heart dropped.

Was it your dad? Impossible. You had done everything you could to cut him from your life, there was no way in hell he found a way to contact you. It could just be a wrong number situation...

You opened the message with shaky hands, and what you read only made you even more uneasy,

Unknown: "Come to the roof."

What the fuck...?

You closed the message, and called Raph, there was no way in hell you were going up there alone.

"Hello?"

"Dude, you are not gonna believe this-"

You told him about the unknown number and the demand to meet whomever they were on the roof, and you heard him groan on the other end.

"Those idiots, I knew they were up to somethin'. Listen, don't go up there quite yet, I'll meet ya on yer fire-escape. Wait for me, ok?"

"Ok, Red. Whatever you say."

The call ended, and you let out a deep breath. Now just the waiting game...

<Raph's POV>

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Where was everybody?

Sensei was meditating, but the other three were nowhere to found. Which was weird. The Lair was way too quiet, and I debated calling Leo, untill my phone rang.

(Name) was calling.

I picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Dude, you are not going to believe this. Some random number just texted me, telling me to go to the roof."

I was silent for a moment, before my brain put two and two together. Those fuckin' idiots.

"Those idiots, I knew they were up to somethin'. Listen, don't go up there quite yet, I'll meet ya on yer fire-escape. Wait for me, ok?"

"Ok, Red. Whatever you say."

I ended the call, and sighed in frustration. These nosy assholes just couldn't mind their buisness. Probably Leo's idea.

But how in the hell did they find out where (Name) lives? Donnie.

"Shit.." I mutter.

That's why Leo went to Donnie last week. He wanted to know where I've been goin'.

After around 15 minutes, I land on (Name)'s fire-escape, then send 'em a quick text to let 'em know I'm here. They open the window, sending a smile my way.

"I take it you know who's on the roof?" They said, following me up the fire-escape.

I sigh, "Yeah. It's my nosy brothers." I reply, now standing on the hard concrete, "Who can't seem TO MIND THEIR OWN BUISNESS!" I shout, making Mikey fall from his hiding place.

"Ouch! Oh- uh, hey- heeyyy, R-Raph! Wassup bro..?"

<Your POV>

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You watch in surprise as Raphs younger brother falls from his place on the water tower.

The orange masked terrapin, whom you guessed was Mikey, looked guiltily at his brother, a nervous smile on his face.

Raph scowled, "I can see you, Leo."

"Welp-"

Two more turtles landed next to Mikey, albeit on their feet instead. The purple one, Donnie, and 'Fearless', as Raph called him, whom you knew was Leo.

Raph stomped over to his older brother, leaving you to stand awkwardly next to the fire-escape.

"Who do you think you are, huh? Trackin' my friend? What was your thought process there, Leo? Because not only, not only did you invade my privacy, but also theirs. They got enough goin' on without you stalkin' 'em!" Raph roughly shoved his brother backwards, and Leo scowled.

"Well maybe if you learned to communicate, I wouldn't have had to." Leo shoved past Raph, walking over to you, and you felt yourself get nervous.

Leo held an air about him. A calm and respectful one. But one that made you nervous, the way he was looking down at you reminded you a little too much of your dad.

Now don't get me wrong, you knew from Raph that Leo was nothing like your old man. He was serious, but still able to let that go and just be. Something your father could never do. But you couldn't help but connect his gaze to the one your father used whenever you were in trouble.

"Hi..." You said, waving awkwardly, "Uh- you must be Leo..."

Leo nodded, still observing you, "And you must be Raphs friend."

You nodded, smiling nervously, "Uh, yeah, I'm (Name)."

Before Leo could say another word, he was shoved to the side by a very exstatic Mikey, "Wassup, dude/tte? Name's Michelangelo!" He then turned to look at Donnie, "I cannot believe Raph was the first one of us to score a lover."

You felt your cheeks go red, "Oh, no! We're not-"

Raph cleared his throat, "Yeah, uh. We're just friends, Mikey."

You nodded, "Yeah, j-just friends."

Mikey moved his gaze between you and Raph. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Alrighty then. Well, this is Donnie!" He said, introducing his purple clad brother, "And you obviously know Raph."

Raph scoffed, "Obviously. Not like I come to see 'em every Friday night. Matter of fact, I have never met this person in my life."

That caused you to let out a laugh, and Raph mouth twitched up into a smile as the sound pulled from your lips.

Leo moved forward once more, hand out stretched for you to shake, "I apologise for the tracking and stuff. Probably a bit over-kill, I was just worried for my family."

You shook his hand and shook your head, "Nah, I get it. Your brother sneaking out every Friday to meet some stranger you don't know? I'd be worried too. Although, yeah the tracking was kinda over-kill.."

Leo nodded, looking sheepish, but he definitly wasn't as intimidating as before.

You cleared your throat, "So, you guys wanna come in?" you asked, motioning towards the fire-escape, "I can order some pizza."

"Hell yeah, Angelcakes!"

"I wouldn't mind some pizza."

"That would be very kind of you, Mx. (Surname)."

You held up a hand in Donnie's direction, "Oh no, none of that Mx. (Surname) shit. Makes me sound ancient."

With that, you lead the four brothers down into your apartment. Mentally preparing yourself for how crazy fucked up your life was about to be.

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I am so so sorry for the for the long wait, I swear I'm working on this series-

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Goodness gracious there are so many people to tag now-

[familyvideostevie]

Completely felt - I wanted to (selfishly) request a pre relationship w bradley where he like comes over to r’s place and there’s like a random assortment of handyman tasks that are either poorly done or waiting to get done. I’m in my acts of service era. But of course do not feel pressure I will love u regardless

this is so juicy i took 1000 years to write it!!! pre-relationship with the promise of something more :) <3 hope you like! | fluff, pre-relationship, 1.3k

Your new place is a dream come true apart from all of the work it needs. The sink leaks, the kitchen cupboard is crooked, the lock on the bathroom door sticks. The lawn is a mess and the brick path to the front door needs relaying and the door itself needs some paint. But it's yours. A small house in the most beautiful town you've ever seen.

It's hard to make friends as an adult in a new place but lucky for you, you've got some already. You know Nat from before she had set her sights on the sky and you've heard so much about Bob you feel like you've met him already. They both come over to help you unpack.

"This is so charming!" Nat cries when you open the door. She tugs you into a hug. "Bob, don't be shy."

"The infamous Bob," you say, smiling. He grins at you and waves before sticking out a hand.

"Hello," he says. "I feel obligated to say that anything embarrassing Phoenix has told you is probably true."

You laugh. You're about to usher them in when you see a dude in jeans and a UVA t-shirt checking out your mailbox. Nat follows your gaze and sighs.

"Rooster!" she calls. The man -- Rooster? -- snaps his head up, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "Stop manhandling her mailbox and get in here to be useful." She looks back at you and shrugs. "He's from our squad. He knows a lot about home repair and I thought he'd be helpful since you said this place uh..."

Bob looks at the chipping paint on the front door. "Needs some work?"

"That's putting it lightly," Rooster says, walking up the brick path. Okay, kind of a dick thing to say, you think. He wiggles a few loose ones as he does so, shoving his glasses into his hair and frowning at his feet. "You're gonna break an ankle on these things." He seems to remember himself and looks up at you. He grins and it's like someone steals all the air from your lungs. Yeah, that was kind of a dick thing to say, but he's tall, tanned, and so very, very handsome.

"If you can fix them, be my guest," you say. "I'm --"

Your name rolls off his tongue like it was made for him to say. "Nat talks about you all the time. Sorry to crash the unpacking party. I'm Bradley." Nat scoffs and covers it with a cough. He sticks out his hand and you take it. It sounds ridiculous in your own mind but you swear you feel something when your skin touches. Get it together, you tell yourself.

"Wellllllll," Nat drags out. You pull your hand back and hope you're not noticeably flustered. "Shall we go inside?"

You lead the way. Bob starts to unpack your books while Nat tackles unwrapping your frames. Someone starts to play '80s classics on their phone and you're hit with a rush of gratitude. These people, two of them who don't even know you, are so quick to help. You hope the rest of their Navy friends are this nice.

The boxes of dishes seem to be calling your name so you start on those, pulling off paper and opening cabinets. Who knew you had so much shit?

You feel him next to you before he speaks. "This is a little loose," Bradley says, wiggling the kitchen faucet. "Do you mind if I fix it?"

Apparently, Nat was serious about his handyman knowledge. "Uh, sure," you say. It feels like he takes up the entirety of your small kitchen. "There's a toolbox underneath already."

"Smart," he says. You cannot believe how warm the praise makes you feel. You just met.

You start talking so he won't see how flustered you are. "Sorry if this is a dumb question," you start, not looking at him. He's tightening something, arms bulging under this t-shirt. "But should I call you Bradley? Or Rooster? Which I assume is your...pilot name?"

"Callsign," he corrects with a smile you can't help but notice. "It's up to you," he shrugs. "You'd be the only one to call me Bradley, probably."

"I just don't know how to call a grown man Rooster," you admit. He laughs.

"Fair enough," he says. He looks up from the sink and his eyes narrow on the cabinet you're opening. "Hey, careful," he says, reaching for it. His fingers brush yours as he grabs the door, moving it back and forth a little. "This looks loose. Can I..."

"Be my guest."

You have no idea how much time passes. Bradley tightens every single cabinet door in your kitchen and fixes the jammed utensils drawer as you talk about his job on base, your new one close by, the rest of the squad, the best restaurants in town. Anything and everything. Part of you wonders if you're going to wake up in your own bed and all of this is going to have been a dream.

The music pauses and Nat and Bob come into the kitchen. The sunlight through your un-curtained has changed and you realize it's been hours.

"Do you guys want to go to the Hard Deck?" Nat asks, eyes bouncing between you and Bradley. "I could use a drink."

"You can meet more of the squad," Bob says. "And Penny. She's going to love you."

"Alright," you say. It really does sound nice -- meeting new people, and starting to create your own community here. "Do I need to...change?" You look down at your own jeans and t-shirt.

"Nah," Nat says. "You're perfect as you are." Bradley hums and you allow yourself to think that it's in agreement.

"I can drive you if you want," he says suddenly. "I parked down the street."

Bob and Nat seem to do some weird pilot-WSO silent communication thing and then they smile at you both. "We'll meet you there." They're out the door and down the driveway before you can say a single thing.

"Let me grab my keys." Bradley waits by the front door, arms crossed as he looks at the chipping paint.

"Hey," he calls as you walk back towards him. "I hope you don't think I have been implying that your place is..."

"Shitty?" you supply, laughing. He grimaces as you shut the door and start across the crooked bricks.

"It's really nice," he amends. "To have your own place. You're going to make it really beautiful."

"That's kind of you."

"You can say no," he starts, and you look back at him, wondering where this is going. "But I'd be happy to get some of that stuff fixed. Paint the door, redo the bathroom lock, and relay these bri--"

Your foot catches on a half-crumbled brick and you stumble. Bradley's hand darts out to catch you by the arm firmly but not too tight.

"Whoops," you say. You look up and his face is much closer than it was, brows drawn in concern. "Thanks."

"Please let me fix these damn bricks," he says. He does not let go.

"Okay," you breathe. "Can I help?"

Bradley releases you but doesn't step back. The concern melts into amusement. "You know how?"

"No," you say, stepping carefully now. "But I bet you can teach me."

He doesn't say anything for a second and you worry that you've overstepped, you've read it all wrong, you're going to have to fake sick and beg out of drinks.

"Alright," he says. You look back to find him grinning and spinning his car keys around one finger. "I'll teach you." You manage to contain the shiver that wants to run down your spine.

All of this is exciting. A new town, a new house, new friends in Bob and Bradley and whoever you're going to meet tonight. This right here, you and a naval aviator you met a few hours ago standing in your driveway grinning at each other, feels like a beginning.

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

[welcome-to-our-lovely-hell]

THE MANDELA CATALOGUE, SEANCE AU -- CHAPTER 1 ★

TW: Ommetaphobia/body horror, blood, swearing, that's it..if I forgot something please point it out.

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Various items were scattered across the floor, Jonah searched in every box..yet couldn't find his guitar. It was a special guitar, at least to him. He had it ever since he was 14, he didn't want to lose it now! Jonah was searching through one of the boxes, he could hear footsteps from the basement stairs behind him, but he ignored them. Once the footsteps stopped, Jonah heard a frustrated sound come out of his roommate, Adam. Him and Adam met back in high school, they were best friends! Or at least Jonah thought so, Adam could get a bit rude or..not so friendly with Jonah--but all friends have their disagreements! Right? Right. . .

Adam looked around the basement floor, it was an absolute mess! He turned and glared at the back of Jonah's head. "Jonah!" He yelled. Jonah sighed and looked back at him, he hummed which confirmed he was listening. Adam put his hands out, signaling to the mess. "What is all this?! Why the hell is this basement such a god damn mess!? You always..ALWAYS..are leaving this house as a mess! I do all the god damn cleaning, and you just run off and go get high somewhere!" Adam was clearly furious, Jonah had to admit..he felt bad- but his expression didn't show it. "I'll clean it up later, 'kay? I'm just trying to find something that is..really important to me-" Jonah tried to assure Adam. Adam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, then walked around. "I'll help.." He muttered, Jonah heard it however and the biggest grin ever grew on his face. "R-Really? Thank you!" Jonah got a burst of motivation to find that guitar even more now that Adam was helping.

The two boys searched through boxes and boxes, Adam searched in one while Jonah searched another. It was summer, so it was burning hot outside..to make things 10x worst, they were in the basement..the room that got zero air conditioning and windows- so they were pretty hot down there. Adam was getting more and more frustrated by the second, and Jonah talking the whole time didn't help. Adam jumped when he suddenly heard Jonah's voice. "Adam! Hey, Adam! It's one of those spooky ghost boards, come look!". Adam sighed and walked over to where Jonah was, Adam knelt down and looked at what Jonah was holding...a Ouija board. Adam's interest was suddenly peaked, he took the Ouija board and inspected it. "Holy shit..it really is one" Adam said, he grinned..it didn't feel like a normal one though. Adam then looked back at Jonah, "Wanna test it out?". Jonah hesitated, what If this was real? What If it actually worked? No..he knew it couldn't, its just some dumb stupid Hasbro toy. It won't work! Jonah nodded, "I don't see why not.."

Adam and Jonah both sat facing the Ouija board, they placed their fingers on the planchette. "Is anyone here with us tonight?" Adam called out, ..nothing. He called out again, nothing. Adam sighed in frustration, Jonah pat Adam's shoulder. He gave the blonde man a reassuring smile. "Hey..don't worry, dude- its just some stupid piece of plastic, no need to get upset!" Jonah tried to reassure Adam. Adam scoffed and stood up, he was about to put away to Ouija board until the two boys heard a shatter come from upstairs. They both glanced at each other, before hesitantly heading up the basement stairs. Once they got up, they looked around the house. Jonah checked the living room and saw a shattered medium sized wall mirror on the floor, it was strange..he never remembered them having a mirror in the living room. Maybe Adam rearranged a couple of things, Jonah shrugged and hummed. He went over to the mirror and flipped it over, he looked into the reflection and saw... Adam was in the kitchen, he was looking to see If maybe a bottle or maybe a vase fell down. That was until he heard someone yell, ..it was Jonah. Adam's attention went to the living room. He walked into the room to see Jonah holding his knees close to his chest, leaning against the wall. He noticed Jonah's eyes staring at the shattered mirror on the floor, Adam rolled his eyes. "Oh did you cut yourself? How dramatic." Adam mocked Jonah, Jonah just stared at the mirror. Adam sighed and went over to the mirror, he picked it up and looked at it. His eyes widened slightly, in the mirror wasn't Adam. Well, it was...but- he had big, small, and medium eyes all over his skin. He touched his cheek, he didn't feel an eye. He swore under his breath in confusion, he glanced at Jonah. "You seeing this shit?" Adam asked, Jonah hesitated but came over and looked in the mirror. Jonah yelped when he looked in it again and Adam understood why Jonah yelled earlier. Jonah's face was a void with nothing but red dripping blood on his as a smiley face. Adam looked at Jonah, his face was normal..but- the mirror showed something else, strange. Adam noticed a red glow from underneath the cracks of the mirror. "Jonah, go get a hammer." Adam asked, well..it sounded more like a command. Jonah seemed confused, but listened nonetheless. Jonah ran into the hallway and opened a drawer, inside was a hammer. He grabbed the hammer, then ran back to Adam. He handed Adam the hammer. Without warning, Adam started smashing the mirror with the hammer..Jonah's eyes widened as he stood back. The glass shattered and cut Adam's hands, but he kept smashing the mirror. "ADAM, JESUS CHRIST!" Jonah yelled. After a while, Adam stopped..the mirror seemed to be a red glowing void. Adam examined it, suddenly..a black claw grabbed Adam and pulled him into red void. Jonah froze, then screamed... "ADAM!". His breathing pace picked up, was this a dream? Was any of this real? No..it couldn't be--Jonah pinched himself--definitely not a dream. Jonah stared at the mirror that just grabbed his best friend, he suddenly felt like it was pulling him in. He felt..intrigued? He sat down in front of the red mirror void on the floor, he didn't want to..but something made him, he put his arm into the red void..then he fell in.

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[wmarximoff]

omg now that i read the dftr headcanons i can’t stop thinking about r sitting on her bed watching wanda doing her makeup and after a while asking wanda if she can do her makeup too when she’s done. i can imagine wanda being like “really?!” with a cute smile on her face; she doesn't even finish blending the eyeshadow on one of her eyelids when she is already sitting on r's lap asking her to close her eyes and stay still

(seriously dude, i can’t tell you how much i love this fic)

-🦇

pretty girl | w. maximoff

summary: sometimes even you and Wanda have your good moments.

warnings (18+): serial killer!reader, stalker!Wanda, strangely fluffy (as soft as they can be, at least), mentions of toxic relationship, drugging, brief somnophilia, brief cockwarming, maybe a hint of innocence kink.

pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 1k

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Faced with the white light of the square lamp above your head that filled the four walls of the room, your vigilant eyes watched her cautiously. It was as if, in that small moment, the light engulfed and pushed any and all obscurity away from you and Wanda. As if she glowed within your dimness.

Something in the atmosphere was light, like snowflakes sprinkled over your eyelash extensions. Maybe it was the Christmas weather getting closer and closer and the winter zephyrs already around the corner, or even the fact that you and Wanda hadn't exchanged shoutings and swearings in about a week and a few more days beyond that, and for a while you had that appetizing taste of a truly healthy relationship branching out between you. Despite being a little boring, maybe even monotonous in the broadest sense of the word, normality was a good experience, just for a change.

Wanda, who was your girlfriend, that pretty figure with her narrow back turned towards you behind her long strands of ebony hair, was so naively positioned in front of the wide, rectangular mirror on your dressing table that took up half the wall next to the left of the double bed, where you saw yourself seated against the expensive satin sheets — your spine leaning forward, both your elbows supplanted by your close kneecaps, bared by the café-au lait-colored dress in which you had threaded yourself in.

It wasn't too early, and it wasn't even too late into the night also—it was just the perfect time for a perfect date at a reserved restaurant whose Wanda had arranged and you, sullenly grimacing, agreed to go with her because it would make her stay quiet for a while. It was like negotiating with a child.

Your silence within the room was diligent, circumspect, and linear as you just stared at her in quiet care, the creamy tip of a dark eyeliner coming and going masterfully across the waterline of Wanda's right eye, the dark smoky makeup serving as a backdrop that accentuated the piercing green irises that heightened the sweetly pathological look she used to offer you. That somewhat disconcerting look, lacking that tiniest spark of sanity, worthy of someone who's just killed somebody (so different from yours, who normally had actually been the one who'd just killed somebody).

But Wanda was dressed in a short black dress, loose but not too loose, that sheathed her figure and was accompanied by skinny tights and heavy boots tied around her ankles. And she looked lovely that night, even though she had been so in all the other predecessors to this one—the brown hair, the luminous tree-leaf-colored eyes, and those just-grabable hips reflected in the mirror like an innocuous little set of something that you could destroy, crush through your fingers if you must.

The image of a distracted Wanda, oblivious to the other happenings around her, had always been a small delight found in the core of you, something you always wanted to slurp up to the source, until you ran out, until she ran out; after all, it was in those little stolen and encapsulated moments that the other girl seemed so candid and immaculate, abnoxious to the evils of the world that had bruised her throughout her life. She was a victim, but she could also be your sweet little victim. As you were hers too.

The mascara lengthened and darkened the jade-colored expanse of her eyes even more. A tiny sliver of skin had been creased between Wanda's dark brows as your girlfriend studiously moved her right wrist up and down, applying very little dark makeup to her pale face against that reflection in the mirror that also captured your image a bit behind her, sitting right at the foot of the bed — trembling, pent-up, lonely desire in your lowered eyes, so lowered to stare at your girlfriend putting on makeup, the arch of her spine, her hips so bland.

“You look so beautiful...” was a dreamy sigh hissed under your breath that you didn't even realize you'd said until your own voice resonated in your ears, but by then it was too late because Wanda had already her wrist stagnated in midair, a pair of green eyes turning to your reflection near her hip.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You look beautiful too, baby,” Wanda smiled small at your face in the mirror, just one eye of hers carpeted by a layer of dark smoky eye shadow, “You always look pretty.”

“You,” there was a second of hesitation on your part, so uneasy in the face of such a beautiful figure, “Can you do… do my makeup after you're done there?”

And then, there was a sigh. One of those happy sighs of someone who doesn't believe the good news they've just received, holding the air behind a smile with lips, but no teeth. That genuine little smile that no one notices when they give (that little smile you knew so well how to emulate).

“Really?” Wanda glowed like a Christmas tree, a wide smile gracing the commission of her pearly lips, “Are you serious? You want me to do this for you?”

“Of course I'm serious, geez,” you mussed in a bad way, hoping to sound more grumpy than passionate, “I wouldn't ask you to do this if I wasn't serious, would I?”

But Wanda was already coming towards you before she even finished the act of making up her own pretty face. It only took a second for her legs to be bent on either side of both of your hips, landing on the top of your lap as if she had always belonged there. Amidst the weight of pale legs draped across your lap, the hem of her dress rose slightly to reveal a pair of thighs tucked into those thin tights. The length of her dark locks of hair, as close to your nostrils as they were, gave off a sweet, artificial scent of strawberry shampoo. You could devour her alive.

“Okay baby, close your eyes and stay still for me,” a thin, soft-bristled brush was wielded by Wanda with the same wit a knife would be wielded by a homicidal maniac.

But at the height of her left collarbone, where the faded scar opened into her skin in the shape of the first letter of your name, almost partially covered by the strap of her dark dress, your eyelids remained open, just staring at her skin. Wanda's legs were shaking a little, her knees were bent at the sides of your hipbone, and under the slanting tips of your fingers you could feel the layer of fabric that was taking hold very lightly along the length of her thighs. And then you tilted your face and placed a warm kiss against the scar on Wanda's collarbone.

“You're beautiful,” another kiss placed against the vibrating artery in her neck, “You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,” and your lips almost met hers, both of you breathing the same warm air, “You’re the only one I need to have in my life, Wanda. And I mean it.”

Wanda smiled against the outline of your parted lips, that glow of love lighting up the green inside both of her irises, “I love you, Y/n. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”

You responded in a satisfying grunt, and Wanda kissed your upper lip. Your hands splayed possessively over the fabric of her dress at her lower back until the girl turned her face away from you, your noses almost touching in midair, she smiling so simply and chastely, so pure and sweet, like if she had never even threatened to sink the sharp edge of a knife into the middle of your chest during one of her periodic bouts of mental imbalance.

“Now let me do your makeup, baby,” black-painted nails smoothed the outline of your right bicep, “I don't wanna be late and miss our reservation.”

The truth is, Wanda loved these little couple moments (a real, true couple) between the two of you. Your sleepless nights all spent in the living room sofa accommodations watching black-and-white sitcoms and long-running movies no one else remembers the name of, the times you took her out to dinner at that expensive restaurant in Lower Manhattan that had an exquisite wine list and a beautiful view of the night city, or even something as frivolous and casual as when the two of you washed the dishes side by side, your elbows briefly brushing in midair after eating the dinner she went on the whole afternoon preparing.

Wanda loved being your girlfriend and all the experience that was imbued in the title; the ups and downs, the threats and the declarations. She just didn't love it when you spent more time looking at other girls on the spot behind your wineglass, hatching a thousand and one ways in your brain to rip them alive, to make them bleed and agonize while you rip off their skin and their flesh, than actually paying attention to your girlfriend's monologue about how her Social Psychology professor was "such an asshole".

So she did what she had to do. A glass of water and a small bottle of sleeping pills that had been prescribed for her, to stop her nightmares from leaking out of her head through her eyes and ears. And it was Wanda's self-proclaimed chore to do that when it came to making sure you were feeding your kidneys with doses of water properly. Just a glass of water, a peck placed in the corner of your mouth where your lips connected, “Love you, baby”, and in fifteen minutes you'd collapsed on the bed without even wiping off the makeup Wanda had put on your face.

But carefully she cleaned you and calmly she dressed you, like a porcelain doll or the most fragile of crystals, a child playing dress-up with a life-size toy. And she soon proceeded to tie that red silicone strap-on, her favorite, around your hips, and then to sink into it as she slipped into a crimson lace nightgown with no panties to be found underneath. With the toy extension wrapped inside her walls, Wanda snuggled into your chest that rose and fell heavily beneath the pajama shirt she'd tucked you into.

“You're not going after anyone tonight,” she mussed against a flash of skin on your chin, “You're not going to get away from me. You won't leave me tonight, Y/n. Not tonight. Tonight is supposed to be about you and me.”

 Wanda's head was then placed at the length of your left collarbone (the warm aura of your chest enveloping her icy body), one hand straddling your waist, the length of the strap nestled neatly deep inside her cunt.

“I love you, Y/n. But if you keep trying to leave me I might have to break your legs, baby.”

[ellstronaut]

Okay but Modern!Ellie dating vlogger!reader whom she swears by all means your cat hates her

She would definitely create a throwaway Reddit acc just to make a post on r/AITA because what’s better than asking strangers on the internet if she’s an asshole because she hates your cat as much as he “hates” her

Half of the comments would sympathise with her

“Cats are just assholes dude” 1637 upvotes

“This is why I’m a dog person” 2737 upvotes

The other would definitely come for her

“Yeah your gf should def break up with you” 3612 upvotes

“oh yeah and why don’t you go break your face” -1843 downvotes

“Cat can sense bad vibes homie” 1622 upvotes

“bro im the nicest person ever” -1472 downvotes

She’d be so defensive spending the whole day replying to rude comments while being downvoted to oblivion lmao (not that she cares about karma she doesn’t even know how Reddit works 💀)

even coming to your defence to those that dare bad mouth you when they don’t know the context of your relationship cause you know ppl like to reach on there

I mean ffs all she wanted was cat advice

Probably would delete the acc after one day when she was satisfied with the answers lol

@cherrywinedivine

@pick-me-up-im-scared

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat (everyone's here again, well most of em)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, mentions of periods, mentions of drugs, mentions of pregnancy

Desc: Mikey and Izana realize the actions necessary for Emma to get pregnant, and they don't like it (also Yuzuha and Senju r gay, sorry)

Emma: Mikey while you're at the store could you pls buy me pads

Mikey: ayt

Mikey: your pussy size is large right?

Smiley: ayo

Angry: there's a reason for dm guys😕

Baji: LMAO

Emma: :(

Emma: that's not how it works

Senju: me personally, I wouldn't take this level of disrespect

Senju: that's crazy

Draken: Mikey you dumb fuck

Rindou: is that how periods work?

Rindou: the bigger the pussy the heavier the flow?

Rindou: holy shit

Rindou: i'm gonna add that to my new song

Sanzu: why

Rindou: listen

Rindou: "the bigger the pussy the heavier the flow"

Rindou: "no pussy can beat my rap game tho"

Rindou: 🔥

Sanzu: what the fuck

Izana: that may be the worst thing i've ever heard

Ran: no, let him do what he wants

Ran: please rap those exact words on your next gig

Emma: guys can you not I'm already in a bad mood 😭

Hina: Emma-chan do you need me to come over?

Emma: yes pls. we should have a girls day :)

Draken: if you guys need me i'll be at the shop with Inupi and Shin

Emma: okay ❤❤

Mikey: you didn't answer the question bruh

Emma: just take large😐

Izana: why r u in a bad mood I just gave you ice cream

Emma: cause of my period

Emma: i didn't expect it to come

Yuzuha: do you not have a calender

Emma: no it's just i thought i'd be pregnant by now

Emma: me and Ken have been trying for a baby everyday for the last 2 months so i thought it would have worked :(

Izana: k

Baji: r you guys as Emma's older brothers just gonna let this happen

Baji: can't believe you said that Emma

Mikey: wdym

Izana: ?

Baji: Emma just told us that Draken has been blowing her back out everyday for the past 2 months

Kazutora: yooooo

Hina: guys😐

Baji: y'all r tripping

Mikey: ...

Mikey: Ken-chin☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Izana: what the fuck Draken

Senju: must be nice Emma😊

Senju: great relationship, great house, great penis

Senju: i'm really happy for you guys (when is it my turn to be happy, i'm so sick of this)

Yuzuha: lmao good for you Emma

Yuzuha: and Senju you're literally famous

Izana: i'm literally going to kill you

Draken: ...?

Emma: are you guys serious right now

Mikey: you guys have sex

Mikey: ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Draken: i-

Draken: she's my wife

Draken: for 4 years now

Izana: what makes you think that means you can touch her???

Mikey: i'ma tell Shinichiro btw😐

Kazutora: someone lost NNN lmao

Ran: only single people do NNN so they can feel rewarded for their virginity and feel like it matters and that it's worth something when it's not

Kazutora: yes

Kazutora: let me have something damn

Angry: i'm the champ of NNN just btw😡💙

Angry: wait that was before i saw Rans message :(

Smiley: sometimes you do this to yourself

Emma: Manjiro get the fucking pads

Mikey: k, but i don't wanna talk to you anymore

Yuzuha: "adult man baby cannot fathom that his sister has sexual relations with her husband"

Yuzuha: is that about right

Mikey: i'm not a man baby

Mikey: does this mean the same with Hina and Mitchy?????

Mikey: 🤢🤮😭😰

Mikey:

Hina: you're just mad cause the only thing you ride is your bike

Hina: i'm sorry i didn't mean to say that

Hina: i apologize 😔

Baji: get it Hina, eat him up

Baji: dumb ass, pubeless ass, broke ass, b.o smelling ass, no bitches ass mf

Mikey: PUBELESS???

Mikey: I HAVE SO FUCKING MANY DUDE DONT PLAY WITH ME RN

Mikey: I'M A GROWN ASS MAN

Baji: yet you can barely grow any hair on your body

Emma: he tried to grow a stubble once and got an infection☺

Kakucho: the same happened with Izana haha

Kakucho: ...i'm sorry

Izana: 100 pushups

Izana: now

Kakucho: Izana please

Kakucho: i just had a gallon of ice-cream

Kakucho: please

Izana: your begging will amount to nothing

Izana: do you want 150

Kakucho: 😞

Takemitchy: leave my boy alone 😕✊

Izana: maybe put on some deodorant first

Takemitchy: ...i don't smell tho

Izana: Hina tell him

Hina: tell him what😅

Hina: there's nothing to tell babe❤

Hina: I love you so much more than anything even

Takemitchy: ...i'll go take a shower😕

Yuzuha: free Hina

Yuzuha: you deserve a woman, they smell nice

Senju: i smell nice😚

Senju: and i'm so smoll

Senju: i'm so microscopic

Senju: maybe we could compare hand sizes Yuzuha🤗

Yuzuha: what r you doing

Baji: why are you acting like a pick me

Senju: cause i want her to pick me tf🤨

Senju: anyway

Senju: Yuzuha☺❤

Yuzuha: uh

Senju: one date?🤗

Yuzuha: uhm

Yuzuha: ykw fuck it, sure ig

Senju: ...

Senju: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND OMG

Senju: GONNA START A LIVE ON INSTAGRAM

Senju: MY FANS R GONNA BE SO HAPPY😭😭😭😭❤

Yuzuha: ?

Sanzu: poor girl

Sanzu: she copes by feeding her delusions

Sanzu: a shame

Mikey: is that why she's so happy all the time?

Sanzu: yeah

Baji: aren't you delusional?🤨

Sanzu: i'm very normal

Ran: oh please

Rindou: and how exactly do you cope?🤨

Sanzu: i don't need to cope i'm a fucking superstar

Sanzu: also ketamine

Rindou: 😒

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