#and for now we're happy to be getting imprinted ones

[afkintheark]

There is an annoying lack of cosmos above level 10 on the map right now. But on a plus side, I ran into a 140 female yi ling!

Kel was just getting on at the time so she grabbed the trap and supplies and brought them over, then I got my turn at being bait. It went really well this time and she got knocked out in no time, and we had a couple kibble left from the last event so she tamed up super fast. We got her set up with Trouble, and before I logged off we'd gotten one good egg!

Baby yi lings are. The most. RIDICULOUS things ever. XD

Kel took the baby, we left them breeding so hopefully tomorrow we'll have another for me (or maybe even a breeding pair *crosses fingers*).

And we finally got back to the trench! Tyra and Kel's Mercury are really well-leveled now and with the mate boost they handled everything down there no problem. We had to clear out the entire trench of bad eggs, then worked our way back to the start and found a 140 egg, decided to go through a second time and about halfway through we got a 175!!

I convinced Kel to keep going so we cleared out a few more baby eggs, we'd almost reached the end again and... I found a 170! And they'll be a breeding pair once they're hatched and raised, we left them to incubate in our egg collector and we'll get them grown tomorrow. \o/

And to top off the night, I finally settled on a hat for Tassel. She looks perfect now. XD

[chloe-skywalker]

Awkward Situation - Paul Lahote

Paul x reader!Fem!Swan

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,541

Requested: Twilight imagine the part in New Moon where Bella slaps Paul and her little sister is their w/her Paul imprints on the reader and jacob isn’t happy about it and stuff like that. - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed writing this I tried to make it different from what I’ve read before. Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took awhile to post my queue has been FULL lol

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“Bella, maybe Jake just wants to be alone- or maybe some guy time.” Y/n suggested it to her slightly older sister. Bella and Y/n were hardly even a year apart in age but that didn’t stop Y/n from occasionally getting treated like a baby compared to Bella.

Y/n knew Jake and Bella had been spending a lot of time together recently and it seemed to be good for her sister after the Cullens left. But Jake had become sick or at least that's what he and Billy had been telling Bella. Y/n wanted to just leave it, he’d come back on his own either way. But her sister, no Bella , needed answers now and she wasn't going to wait to get them on Jacobs time.

Bella shook her head with a tight expression on her face. “No, Y/n. Something's up. Somethings wrong I can feel it.”

“Bella, we’ve both known Jake practically our whole lives maybe he’s just-” Y/n shook her head lifting her hand in q wave motion before dropping it down to her lap. “I don’t know, going through puberty?”

“His dad keeps saying he has mono but it’s been almost 2 weeks and he won’t even answer texts. Let alone calls.” Bella explained further as she pulled into the Black’s driveway.

“Maybe he’s still sick.” Y/n tried one last time as Bella put the car in park.

“Well, we're going to find out.” Bella stated before she got out of the car.

Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to chase her sister muttering to herself. “This isn’t gonna go well.”

Bella knocked on the door and shortly after Billy opened the door. Bella had told the man in the wheelchair that she needed to see Jake, but all she got was that he wasn’t there. Next thing Y/n knew her sister had welcomed herself into the home practically going right over Billy.

“Bella.” Billy called after her but it was too late and Bella wasn’t listening anyways.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” Y/n said apologizing for her sister's actions.

Billy let out a sigh and sent a tired smile to the younger Swan. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n.”

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Bella stormed out of the house and Y/n followed yelling after her. “Bella!”

“Hey!” Bella shouted and shoved one of the shirtless males Y/n somewhat recognized. “What did you do to him?!”

That's all Y/n could really hear from so far back. So she shouted out to her sister again, hoping to defuse the situation if she couldn’t just get her to leave. “Bella!” 

“Y/n wha-” Jake spoke out suddenly standing beside the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She dragged me here with her.” That's all Y/n had to say for Jake to understand what was happening. Charlie got Y/n in the devoirce so Y/n and Jake grew up together their whole lives as siblings in Forks. They could understand what the other was saying with just a look.

Jake nodded before looking back at the scene and then pointed “And that?”

“She slapped that Paul guy.” Y/n told him and that changed his demeanor.

“Crap. Y/n, stay back.” Jake said as he noticed Paul shaking.

Y/n wondered why but then she made eye contact with the Paul guy her sister was taking her anger out on. It was as if time showed for a minute. All the members of the pack put it together, and that's when Jacob flipped and inevitably so did Paul.

Seeing them turn into giant wolves Y/n ran to her sister. “Bella, you okay?” Her attention was drawn back to the wolves fighting not far from everyone. “Woah. Now that's cool.”

“Really, Y/n?” Bella asked, turning her head to face her sister in disbelief at how her sister wasn’t scared.

“What?” Y/n shrugged. In her opinion that was cool. Way cooler than Vampire super speed, the eyes, and sparkling under the sunlight someone dumped a 1,000 pounds of glitter on you. The Paul guy and Jake turned into Wolves! And not just wolves, Giant wolves. That's impressive.

“What just happened?” Bella asked Sam Uley she believed his name was. All the while Y/n was confused as to the looks she was getting from the others, a few she had grown up with just like Jake. 

“Paul imprinted.” Sam stated looking at Bella. Then Jacob came out of the woods still looking pissed off.

“On Y/n.” Jake grumbled, clearly pissed off at the new found fact.

“Take her back to Emily’s. Bella too.” Sam told Jacob which resulted in a very loud scoff from the younger male. “That's an order Jacob. Embry go with them.”

“Hey, Em.” Y/n nodded to Embry. They have been friends for years. It brought comfort to Y/n, knowing someone else. Someone that wasn’t pissed that would be in the car with her, her sister, and Jake.

“Hey, Y/n/n.” Embry smiled. He had missed seeing her around since he phased.

“Why is Jake so pissed?” Y/n asked Embry hoping he could fill her in on what's going on exactly.

Embry sighed before explaining. “Him and Paul don’t get along, and he’s protective of you. As he should be, you're like brother and sister.”

“Why would he be protective over me when it comes to Paul? I’ve never met Paul before.” Y/n squinted with a furrowed expression as she questioned Embry confused.

“Paul should be the one to explain it to you. It’s not my place, or anyone else's in the pack.” Embry felt bad for Y/n. She had no idea what was going on and it very much involved her. But like he said it wasn’t his place to explain any of this to her. 

Y/n nodded in understanding, kind of. But maybe he could explain something else to her. “Can you explain the pack part to me then?”

Embry nodded with a smile stretching across his lips. “Yes, I can do that.”

It wasn’t a long drive but long enough for Embry to explain about the pack to Y/n.

“Who’s place is this again?” Y/n heard Bella ask and she listened for Jake’s answer.

“Emily and Sam’s.” Jake answered as he got out of the truck.

Jake and Embry helped Y/n off of the truck bed. With a quiet thank you from Y/n they all headed inside. The only ones that weren’t there was Sam and Paul. But it didn’t take long for them to join in on the group.

“Can I talk to you? Outside. Alone.” Paul asked nervously looking softly at Y/n, to let her know she could reject his request if she wanted to. Y/n nodded ‘yes’ getting up to follow him.

“Over my dead body.” Jake growled, glaring with his eyes set on burning holes into Paul.

“Jake.” Sam said his name firmly. Making Jake stand down. For now.

“Come on.” Paul nodded his head towards outside Y/n nodded as well and followed him outside the small nice home.

They walked into the woods for awhile, Y/n assumed long enough to be far away enough so the rest of the pack couldn’t hear their conversation. “So, I assume that they explained the whole pack thing to you?”

“Embry did, yeah. But not the imprint part?” Y/n spoke with a unsure tone, hoping she got the word right. Paul nodded with a twitch of his lips. “Not the imprint part. What is that by the way?”

“Guess I should explain that part then.” Paul smiled, hearing her just say the word of what she is to him. That made him feel warm on the inside, which was a new feeling for him. He did like it though.

“Embry said it was only your place to tell me what it is.” Y/n looked to the still shirtless male with curiosity. What did it mean? What did it have to do with her? And why did Paul have to be the one to explain it?

“I have a spot I’d like to take you, and I’ll explain on the way.” Paul suggested there was a place he wanted to show her that only he knew about. Great view that he never that he never showed anyone.

“Ok” Y/n knew she was being way trusting with this stranger. But he felt trustworthy. She didn’t know why but he does.

Paul stopped them for a second in their tracks. He really needed to know something and it was bothering him that he didn’t. “I do have a question before we get too far that I should know that I do not.”

Y/n let out an amused breath before asking. “And what's that?” 

“Your name.” Paul smirked

Y/n nodded with a smile. “Y/n. Y/n Swan.”

“Well, Y/n Swan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Paul’s smirk fell into a smile. He always teased the others who already had their imprints about how whipped they were, but now he was starting to understand.

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[itsmrshamilton]

Just Tattoo Of Us | LH44

Summary: Y/n & Lewis give a tattoo tour for GQ

a/n: I've rewritten this like 10 times

"Hey GQ, I'm Lewis Hamilton-"

"And I'm Y/n L/n-Hamilton. And we're here to give tattoo tours!" You looked over at Lewis on your left to smile at him.

"Ladies first." He murmured to you. You grinned and turned to the camera. Sweeping your braids over your shoulders, you sat up straighter on your stool.

"Where do I start? I think I've got well over 20 tattoos. I once got 5 in one month which were all impulsive decisions but I've never regretted a tattoo!" You exclaimed happily.

Lewis raised an eyebrow at you and smirked slowly. "Even the one on your l-" Your hand was quick to slap across his mouth

"Lewis, hush up. Hush up right now!" You threatened him as he giggled mischievously. He placed a hand over yours then proceeded to lick your palm in retaliation. "Ew!" You squeeled.

When he finally released your hand, you gathered yourself.

"Okay, so let's start with my oldest." The camera zoomed in on your left arm. "This is my hall of fame. Or my arm of fame. All the cool things I did in my twenties and thirties are memorialised here. I have a plane for the time I went skydiving, mountains for my longest hike, vines for the time I fell into vicious poison ivy - it was not a fun month following that. I have a trident for the time I went scuba diving and nearly drowned - fun times. Next to that I have the cutest fish I ever saw in my life. They came up to me and I felt like a proper Disney princess-"

"She is a princess." Lewis interrupted smiling warmly at the camera. The screen captured your goofy smile as you became flustered. 10 years with your husband and not a day went by without him flirting with you.

"Simp! Get on with the video!" Yelled Miles from behind the camera set up. You laughed at his antics as Lewis turned to him with mock annoyance and glared at him.

"Mind your business, Miles!" He returned.

The director motioned for you two to carry on with the video.

"Moving on. I have more bits and bobs on this arm, but we don't have much time." You said brushing your hand up and down the length of your arm. The camera followed your movements.

"I really love your sleeve. Every time I look at it, I'm reminded of all that you've accomplished, and it makes me happy to know that I was included in some of the stories." Your husband said to you. You felt your heart melt in your chest and drop down into your stomach to transform into a million butterflies. The camera focused on his love sick smile.

"Thank you, love. Okay, your turn. You already did an old video with GQ once, yeah?" You asked him.

"Yeah, in 2018."

"Okay, then start with all the tats you've got since then. Don't forget my favourite!" You waggled your eyebrows at him.

"Oi," he laughed, "keep this pg." You laughed and raised your arms in mock surrender.

"Yeah! There are kids watching!" Miles yelled again.

The camera captured a slow-mo of Lewis' bare arms and legs. His blue sleeveless top and white shorts allowed for you (and the viewers) to freely ogle his limbs. His muscles rippled and flexed as he moved to get comfortable on his stool.

"By the time I was 40, I had most of my upper half covered in tattoos," he laughed softly. "but I had left my left arm free for a super special sleeve." The camera captured his left arm, which was quite different from his right as it had many colourful tattoos as well as 5 beaded bracelets on his wrist.

"You've all seen the clock tattoo at the top, me and my dad. Under that, you've got my boy Roscoe, who unfortunately is no longer with us. I got this tatted when he began to get more sick and the vet warned us he would not last it til the end of the year." Lewis' voice cracked a little as he spoke. The camera showed the image of the tattoo - roscoe's sweet face, his nose imprints and his pawprints. "I wanted him to see it before he left."

Your eyes were glossy as you watched your husband speak. The loss of his best friend shook your little family, and his presence was sorely missed every day. Coco's passing had affected Lewis badly but Roscoe's really knocked him down and there was a time when you were worried that he might not emotionally recover.

"Under that, we've got a sapphire stone and a double rainbow, both in colour, for our first daughter. I got these the day she was born, after making sure Y/n was okay and settled at home of course. Hands down in my top 3. I didnt even feel a thing, I was so estatic." You both laughed at that.

"He actually told me he was popping out to run errands then two hours later came back with fresh tattoos! I was so shocked!" You said to the cameras grinning.

"You were more prepared for the next two tattoos though." His brown eyes crinkled as he grinned at you, reaching for your hand to hold.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. Our daughters love the tattoos dedicated to them. They call them their Daddy's Special Stickers." You smiled fondly at every memory that contained your three little girls tracing and colouring in their father's tattoos. They often begged Lewis to draw a replica of their birthstone and name representation onto their arms so everyone could match. You had the initials of their first names as well as flowers below your c-section scar. The tattoo wasn't perfect due to the stretching and contracting of your skin around the area but it was still a beautiful tattoo.

"I've got an emerald and an arrow for my second daughter, as well as a pearl and a maple leaf for my third. It seems random from the outside, but i promise it makes sense." He laughed softly. "The funny thing is that all my girls have personalities that match their tattoos which makes me feel even happier about my decision to get them!"

"Yeah, Lewis has a big head because of this. So many family members were worried about the decision to get a tattoo on the DAY of your child's birth, but once our girls started talking and walking, everyone shut up. It was like he predicted it." You chimed in.

"The next tat after that is a garnet stone with a lion. That's for my little boy. He was born prematurely so I wasn't yet ready to get the tat and I wasn't sure if it was the right one but after he survived a week in the NICU, I knew I had picked the perfect pieces once again." He sighed happily as he reminisced on how it felt to hold his tiny baby boy for the first time at the hospital.

Your eyes were glossy once more but you couldn't help but quip, "See how his head grew a centimeter larger there?" Your voice trembled slightly and you tried to laugh without accidentally sobbing. Lewis' own glossy eyes met yours and he removed your hand from his grasp to pull you into a side hug, kissing the side of your head. Miles ran on-screen to give you both one big group hug and you all sniffled and laughed together.

The birth of your youngest child was traumatic and nerve-wrecking (literally). You were so grateful that you had your loving family there for support. Miles may have been the most annoying out of all of Lewis' friends but he was also the most loving. He had become your brother and best friend too.

"Okay, get out of here. You stink." You joked as you pushed him away and dabbed at your eyes.

Lewis and Miles laughed. Miles went back to stand off camera. "I love you too, Y/N"

"Alright. Can we have a round of rapid fire questions? You will ask your partner a question based on your tattoos and they will point out an answer. First example, Lewis, what is your favourite tattoo on Y/n?"

Lewis turned to you, and this time, his eyes shone with mischief. You grinned naughtily at him, knowing what he was thinking. On your honeymoon, you had gone to a tattoo parlor for new tattoos. Lewis had somehow managed to convince the artist to let him have a go at tracing your tattoo. The initial placement you had thought of was on your shoulder, but Lewis jokingly suggested he do it himself at the top of your inner thigh. Deliriously high on your love for this man, you agreed. And it was done. Lewis sat beside your table as you lay on your side with your left leg propped up and tattooed the word "mine" to the top of your right thigh, centimeters from your thong. You were wet the whole time.

"Um, I think she knows the answer to this one." You both giggled like teenagers. "My second favourite, is this one." He lifted your conjoined hands and kissed your ring finger which was adorned with heavy diamonds.

Keeping eye contact with him, you slid off your rings to reveal his initials tattooed to your ring finger. He smirked sexily as the camera zoomed in to capture the details. L.C.D.H carved in his handwriting in black ink. You squeezed your legs together in response to his look. It was becoming difficult to remember where you were. The internet would definitely have a field day with this video.

"Y/n, your favourite tattoo on Lewis?" The director asked.

"Besides the ones that represent our kids? Hm, this one right here." You traced the tattoo of a lipstick stained kiss on the inside of his left wrist. It was fairly new, about 2 months old. It was in the shade of your favourite lip combo.

"I like this one too." He murmured. "My turn again. If you could only keep one of your tattoos, which would it be?"

You immediately pointed to your collarbones. Thanks to your corset top, the camera was able to pick up the tats. "This is what I call the pathway to heaven. It's the tiny paw prints of my childhood pets as well as all the senior fosters that passed in my care." The image on screen was of black paw prints of cats and dogs that led to your heart, starting from your collarbone. You got your first paw print at 17 as your first tattoo and when you decided to foster animals you discovered that senior animals were more likely to spend their last years at shelters and you couldn't have that. 15 foster babies later, one paw for each sweetheart, and you had your pathway to heaven. The heartache of losing a pet was difficult but seeing their joyful faces made the pain easier. You hoped you weren't done adding to the collection.

Lewis had heard the stories about this design and the pets many many times, but he felt his heart grow bigger. Your love was endless, and that made you more beautiful in his eyes. He didn't know how he went half his life without knowing you. You were his everything, and you knew him like nobody else did. Every second spent with you was equivalent to a year in any spiritual eternal paradise to him.

"What's your next tattoo going to be, Lewis?" The director asked him. Lewis nearly didn't hear him as he was still daydreaming about you.

"Mine? Uh-"

"Maybe Y/n's whole face on your face." Miles suggested then cackled at himself. You snorted.

"Yeah, I've already made being her husband my whole personality. Might as well commit." He joined in on the joke, grinning at the camera.

"Oh my gosh, I would love that." You said. "Let's book the appointment now!"

Everyone in the studio laughed with your trio.

The scene cut to the two of you.

"Thank you GQ for having us. This was the Hamiltons' tattoo tour."

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a/n: I really like this version of Y/N & Lewis. I think I might carry on with their family? Should I?

Dont forget the interact before you leave! Thanks for reading.

[imagine-shenanigans]

werewolf soap who was raised in a pack/healthy dynamics etc etc and is very very well versed in wolf life because hes got neices and nephews and he's got cousins who had partners turn... and he discovers freshly turned werewolf reader

maybe a victim of one of the enemies, but werewolves and creatures and such are still largely hidden from the public eye so he scoops reader up and reader imprints on him without realizjng it but Soap just knows. Immediately uses all his knowledge to make it worse, make reader more dependent on him, his poor sweet pup :( Doesn't know anything about the world. No matter he'll teach them :)

And reader KNOWS something is wrong but the wires in their brain from not being helped by a sire and imprinting on Soap are all crossed and mangled in the early stages of their transformation. Most wolves nowadays are born into it, because it takes a signifcant effort to turn someone (not just a bite in this case. I'm imagining like. exchange of blood of varying amounts but typically a couple cups worth at least bc lycanthropy tends to be blood-bound like vampirism) so his poor baby is just so confused and distraught, all sickly and needy and confused :(

He's more than happy to help of course, and poor reader KNOWS that Soap isn't being normal about it, some gut instinct says this can't be right, and he's way too into this, but they also didn't know werewolves were real until like. a week ago when some douchebag kidnapped them.

So reader is trying to be understanding but can't because they're also feverish and the longer the month goes on the worse it gets as they get closer to becoming an actual werewolf.

By the time reader has any inclination that Soap has been treating them like a mate, not even courting, jsut straight into it, it's FAR too late for them, his metaphorical and literal jaws have snapped around their neck and he's never letting them go.

and if we're throwing a lil ghoap x reader into it, ghost as a vampire or some other creature who also knows jack shit abt werewolves other than Johnny (who is a bad example and has also been taking advantage of his ignorance to press Ghost's boundaries until Ghost asserts dominance. Soap swears one day he'll win, even if it means losing. Ghost thinks it's cute but narrows his eyes at Johnny anyway.)

And Soap is using this cute, disoriented civillian who he's got on him at all times to brush right past Ghost's boundaries because rhwy were ALL given the order to keep an eye on them. So Soap just walks up to Ghost and tucks reader into his arms with a blanket wrapped around them and presses reader's nose to Ghost's pulse point so they'll get used to his scent. Says soemthing about training recruits, and Ghost thinks its awfully cute the way reader sniffs so curiously like a new puppy at him, memorizing his scent. Thinks the smug way Soap looks when Ghost lets reader sleep on his chest is cute too, but instead of coddling Soap like he does reader a bit, Ghost wants to make Soap beg for forgiveness, the man grinding up into the sole of his boot desperately.

Ghost just snorts and says "Pushing it, MacTavish." and continues to let reader sleep on his chest, aware only that Soap is up to soemthing but hasn't quite figured out what yet. (He's not up to that chapter in the book about werewolves he's been reading, but Ghost decides he'll put in extra time later.)

Meanwhile poor reader who is literally in constant pain/feeling sick/etc is now undergoing a significantly more painful process of imprinting on TWO people, and the poor wires in their brain are so jumbled they'll never escape (which is what Soap wants)

[shalotttower]

Equations

Title: Equations Characters: L Lawliet x Reader (female) Summary: A short snippet of Reader and L moving places. Probably can be counted as imagine. Word count: 990+ Notes: yandere L, kidnapped Reader, captivity, L and Reader were together at Wammy's House, Stockholm Syndrome, L is being a shithead gremlin.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it keeps no record of wrongs.

You're not religious at all, but those words glimpsed once on a bookshop wall stuck in your mind when Wammy's House stayed behind, somewhere in-between the pages of your journal, so carelessly flipped through by a boy with a blank expression, who had and still has no idea what those verses mean.

"What is it?" you ask, when Watari enters your room with a suitcase.

"We're leaving in an hour," he says. "Get ready, please."

You don't argue.

L doesn't have many rules, and most of those existing are unspoken. Some can be bent, some can be bargained and twisted into an illusion of freedom until it snaps. But if Watari comes in and tells you to get ready, you obey. It means you're moving somewhere else, another place unknown. So you pack: clothes, shoes (just two pairs, there's nowhere to wear them anyway), hygiene necessities which fit neatly inside one single bag.

When you get in the car, L is already there, looking through the window. The glass tints everything a tone darker.

Watari starts driving.

The first time you used it as a chance to understand where you were, memorize the road signs, the turns. By the eleventh you stopped caring, because it didn't really matter ─ even if the whole world map was imprinted inside your head, what would it do?

So you lean against the seat and watch the cows in the pasture on the right. Everything is green and yellow outside. Some rural town probably ─ a happy little world tucked away. A small part of you wishes to exit this car right here and now, just to see what happens. Intrusive thoughts are like that sometimes. They pop up and disappear without a reason or logic behind.

The sun is bright.

There's a church up ahead, with freshly painted doors and windows which have a stained glass pattern of white lilies among golden rays of light. A beautiful work of art put onto display for whoever cares enough to look.

You wonder: if God existed, what would he think of L's fingers curling over yours. The touch is barely there at all, yet you feel it down to your bones.

Love is patient, love is kind. His thumb brushes over your knuckles.

"What are you doing," you ask flatly, not expecting a reply. It's a reflex, like the knee jerk reaction, to ask him questions, because otherwise who knows what's there in that shaggy-haired head of his.

"Holding your hand," L says.

"I can see that. Why?"

"Why not?"

"That's not an answer."

"Then ask a better question."

You turn to look at him and immediately regret doing so, because his eyes are wide and focused, and you can see your own face reflected there. Between his bony fingers and yours are lifelines crisscrossed together by a forceful hand.

"Stop that," you tell him without much heat behind.

L doesn't look away, nor does he stop staring.

"Stop what?"

"That."

"If I knew what you're referring to, I'd probably have better chances of stopping it."

L tilts his head to the side. So that's what it is. One of those times when he feels a tad more playful, a bit more nagging, and tries to drag you into a verbal game that doesn't end until you surrender and let him have his way.

The church is long gone by now, and the cows too. Just empty space surrounded by trees which line up along the sides of the road.

You wish you were tired enough to nap through the rest of the ride, but since Watari brought a humidifier for your room, your night sleep has never been better. That leaves reading, and you pull an e-book from your bag to continue the novel started a few days ago.

You feel his head lean closer to your shoulder halfway through chapter six. His hair has grown a bit and tickles.

"Find your own book," you murmur and flip to the next page.

L hums and stays in place.

Ten minutes pass, then fifteen, he doesn't move and you wonder ─ when. His fingers are linked loosely with yours and you haven't tried to pry them off yet. Why haven't you?

When did you start tolerating his presence to this extent?

It's quiet save for the tires noise. Your index finger taps a pattern against the screen. Tap-tap-tap.

"The killer is-" L begins right when you get to the chapter nine.

"-male-" he continues despite your elbow hitting his side.

"-mid-thirties, dark hair-"

You slam your palm over his mouth, and the e-book falls from your lap onto the car floor. L blinks once before licking your hand like he's five years old instead of twenty three stepping into twenty four. You yelp and wipe it off against your jeans while Watari coughs in the front seat.

"You-" you catch yourself mid-sentence, then take a deep breath. "I would appreciate if you didn't spoil the books I'm currently reading."

Or movies you're watching; or games you play; or anything at all really whenever it catches your attention long enough to become invested. He doesn't do it often when he's on a case, but off those L tends to get very bored very quickly and finds entertainment in your reactions.

His lips twitch, and you know 100% percent that he's going to do it again until you give up on reading altogether and spend the rest of the ride talking to him instead, though "talking" is a loose term here. More like indulging whatever topic L decides to fixate on this time around, because if you ignore him, he will be just as content with staring at you for hours on end with nothing but silence between you both.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Two

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,794

I spent the next week, being moody, I didn't go to school. I was so angry at the world. I found my soulmate, if I didn't have my stupid gift I wouldn't of known. And it's been a week since, and my imprinter hasn't tried to find me. Vampires and Wolfs were enemies. Whoever he was probably hated me already. 

And yeah it hurt. I wanted to know who he was. This could be my chance at happiness. 

I decided to get out of my pajamas and leave the house, I headed straight to the hospital. I walked through the place smiling and not letting anyone stop me. I walked into Carlisle's office, he was sitting there smiling. 

I saw on the chair next to his desk. 

"Carlisle, you are my longest and most important friend, you're my brother and I love you" I smiled sweetly.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled at me.

"You want my help?" He asked I nodded. "That obvious?"

"I can't change the treaty Y/N" He signed. 

"I just want to meet him" I whispered. 

"I know, but I can't break the treaty, and unless Sam comes to the hospital and I have no way of speaking to him" Carlisle said I could hear how upset he was in his voice.

"He hasn't even tried to find me" I sniffled. 

"I am very sorry Y/N, if Sam does come in, I'll ask"

I nodded and thanked him and left the hospital. Maybe if I went back to the forest. 

Just as I was about to leave the hospital, I hear Carlisle say "The school called, show up"

I rolled my eyes and left the hospital, I walked to my motorbike and drove to the school. I could Probably make my last class, history. I shared history with Jasper, which I loved because we're both old enough to have lived through most of what they're teaching us. 

I walked into the school, it was still lunchtime, maybe ten minutes left until class.

"Hey Y/N!" I turned around to see Mike. I quietly groaned. 

"Hello Mike, I was just making my way to my siblings"

"Yes, well maybe I thought you had re-considered prom"

"Nope, still not going, maybe you should ask someone else" I smile, walking away quickly. 

I entered the cafeteria and quickly saw my siblings, I walked over and sat with them, smiling. 

"Mike Newton asked me out again" 

"Maybe it'd take your mind off-"

I stopped Emmett finishing his sentence, and shook my head. 

"I felt him imprinting on me, it felt so good. It felt like happiness, it felt like never thirsting over a human again, it felt complete. How can I ever love someone else?" I asked, standing up, just before the bell rang.

"Are you saying you're in love with him?" Alice asked. 

"No, I don't even know him, and it seems like he doesn't want to know me" I signed, and walked away. Jasper trailing after me. Luckily, Jasper jumped up a few grades in history. Being a know it all does that.

I smiled when I felt a calmness wash over me. 

"Thank you Jasper" 

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I spent every evening after school in the forest, trying to maybe find him again. I walked along the treaty line, for hours but nothing. He didn't show up. I was starting to feel as if I should give up. 

I walked back home, rather than run. 

Esme was waiting for me with open arms, I smiled and hugged her. 

"We're heading out to play baseball, want to join?" She asked, I thought about it, I wasn't much of a sports person. I nodded though, I could watch. 

I traveled in Rosalie's car with her and made sure to bring a book with me. We reached the field as the rain started. I smelt Bella before I saw her.

I smiled at her, before sitting and leaning against the car and beginning my book. 

The game began shortly after, I watched every now and again, it was a treat to watch my family play. It made me feel human, strangely. I started to read again, getting lost in my book. I was reading Peter Pan again, I loved it so much. 

"Y/N!" Edward yelled I looked up, to see them gathered in a group, all wearing a worried expression. I jumped up and sped to them. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"I saw them coming, three vampires" Alice replied. 

I didn't realise the problem until I remembered Bella.

"Do we have time to get her out of here?" I asked, Alice, shook her head and pointed to the trees. Suddenly three vampires emerged. They were kind of beautiful, but I had already decided I had a crush on the redhead. I wasn't normally into women, though there was this time in the 70s. Edward gave me a look. I grinned back. 

Carlisle was speaking to them about our permanent home. 

"How about we play more ball?" I ask when I notice how the blonde was staring intently at Edward. Edward was acting strange. He needed to chill.

"Yes, how about three more players?" Asked one of the vampires. 

"Some of us were just leaving, so you're more than welcome" Carlisle spoke. 

My family and vampires got ready to start the game again until the blonde turned around eyes on Bella.

"You brought a snack" He spoke. 

We all, including me, bared our teeth and jumped in front of Bella.

"She's with us!" Carlisle sneered. 

Quickly, Edward took Bella to the car and we followed. Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, and I drove back to our house. 

"What's happening?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure Y/N" Esme spoke. 

We reached the house and the others were there already. 

"James is a tracker" Edward started "He wants Bella and he thinks its a game" 

"What do we do?" Emmett asked. 

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I stayed behind, at home, to look after Charlie. I had met him a few times, him being the chief. I walked up to his door and knocked. 

He answered he looked broken. After what happened with him and Bella I understood. 

"Hello Chief Swan" I smiled, and then realised I had no idea what I'd say to get him to invite me in. 

"Sorry Y/N can I help you?" He asked. I noticed there were more heartbeats inside. 

"Bella told me she left something of mine in her room, could I get it please?" I asked I needed to check if James or the other two were here.

"Yeah that's fine," He said and let me inside. 

I walked into the living room to see two people. An old man in a wheelchair and a teenage boy. I smiled and went to walk upstairs. 

"Who's this Charlie?" The man asked, his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, he hated me, I could feel his hatred beaming at me. 

"This is Y/N Cullen" Charlie answered "She's really nice, Bella spoke highly of her" 

She did? I smiled and walked upstairs to Bella's room. I couldn't smell the vampires. It only smelt like Edward and Alice. I grabbed a random book from Bella's bookshelf and locked the window. I walked downstairs to see Charlie and the man talking. 

The boy smiled at me. 

"Hey I'm Jacob" He held his hand out to shake. 

"Hey I'm Y/N, not big on touching" I giggled, I could feel the heat radiating off him, touching my hand would probably freeze him. 

"I've not seen you at school" I add. 

"I go to school on the reservation" He answered. Oh. Where I couldn't go. 

He might even know the wolf. But I couldn't exactly ask 'Hey do you know this random wolf I saw' Wait...

"Hey, do you know Sam Uley?" I asked.

"Why do you want Sam Uley?" The man in the wheelchair asked. 

Oh no. What do I say?

"I need to ask him something" I smiled as sweetly as I could. 

The man sneered. 

"Sam wants nothing to do with you" 

Ouch. Okay.

"Well bye, Charlie!" I smiled and rushed out of the house. I was never going to meet him. Unless I walked onto their territory. I' probably die straight away. Though I did read that the person that a wolf imprinted on couldn't be harmed. Though it said, person. I was far from a person. 

I ran home, thinking, and thinking about crossing the line. I needed too. No one was home. I could do it.

I ran to my room quickly, I checked how I looked. 

I didn't normally care, but potentially meeting your soulmate makes you wanna look nice. 

I looked in the mirror, I needed to cut my hair, it was almost at my waist. I changed into some clean clothes, nothing special, a black pair of jeans and a grey top which said 'I'd rather be sleeping' it made me smirk. I decided to put some makeup on. Something to make me look less pale, and add a bit of colour to my skin, also to hide the black around my eyes. I looked pretty. My amber eyes would probably freak him out, and I've heard vampires don't smell good to wolves. 

Nothing I can do about that. I raced out of my home, just in case my family returned. I ran until I reached the border. I felt so nervous. I took one little step and yes, I did it. 

I was in the Quileute territory. Last time I was on this side, we made the treaty. To a completely different set of wolves, saying that that man in the wheelchair did look familiar. Maybe he was one when he was younger, it was so many years ago.  

"What are you doing here leech!" A voice yelled at me, I jumped back so I was over the line. 

"I'm sorry, I was just looking for someone!" I stuttered. The man looked at me, he looked angry, like he could turn into a wolf any second angry. Not good. Was this Sam?

"Are you Sam Uley?" I asked he nodded. 

"Oh" Was all he said. Why? I was so confused. 

"Maybe you should come with me," He said in a stern voice. 

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Paul imprinted on you, and it's hurting him because he won't allow himself to feel for you" He admitted.

"Paul" I whispered, his name was Paul, I smiled slightly, even thinking about his name made me smile. 

"You can trust me," Sam said, I looked at him. I could trust him. I didn't quite understand how he felt about me, he didn't like me. But I knew he wouldn't hurt me. 

"Okay, I'll come with you" Time to meet my mate...

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Getou

Words: 3527

Warnings: lots of angsty content, bit of rubbing/grinding, just some kissing, language

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. In your sorrow, you slept with his old, now criminal, friend Suguru Getou. That finally got Gojo to admit his love for you. But now that Getou had a taste of happiness he simply cannot let go.

Colour: Angsty with a lot of fluff

His love series - part 3

Author's note: he-hey, part 3! I don't know who reads my stupid shit but thank you, love you! Also i TRIED with this, let me know what you think.

"Getou-san", Mimiko said as she brushed Suguru's hair, "Who are these people?"

She was pointing at the polaroid Suguru held in his hand. It was from his last summer in jujutsu high school. He brushed his thumb over the fake smile he wore in the photo, "They're my friends", he said, "The only ones I ever had".

"But that is Satoru Gojo, isn't it?", Nanako interrupted, "Isn't he our enemy?"

Suguru shook his head. "We just had a fight, long ago", he said, "A fight so big that we haven't spoken ever since. But I still wish only for his happiness"

"And who is the girl?", Mimiko said again, "She's so pretty!"

Getou could not restrain his smile. "Yes", his eyes filled with love, "Yes she is". He brought the photograph closer closer. "Her name is y/n", he continued, "And she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen"

"She's not that pretty", Nanako pouted. Getou ruffled her hair as he laughed.

He continued staring at the photograph as if his gaze could somehow bring back the moment that was imprinted on the small piece of paper. After a while, Mimiko handed over a mirror to him. He smiled at the little braids she had woven with his black hair, and the little pink bow which adorned his top knot.

"My, you've done a wonderful job", he said, a comment which Mimiko was more than happy to hear.

As the day progressed and night approached, Suguru's soul became more and more unsettled. The girls had awoken those memories in him again, those memories that he had tried with all his might to forget.

He got off his bed, lazily tying his robe. He scrambled the papers on his desk as he looked for something to do. His eyes finally fell onto the report of a very popular department store. Something had reportedly drawn a special grade to it the day before, it was not unlikely that it was born on the spot by consuming a special grade cursed object like, for example, one of Sukuna's fingers.

He needed to have it in his possession. It would make him all the more stronger. And to do that he had to get to it before jujutsu sorcerers could.

He took off for Ginza in the middle of the light-infested night. He gazed at his dark reflection in the store windows; he had not bothered to put the rest of his outfit together, and now he walked wearing just his sandals and high-waisted robes. He entered the Western-style gallery of the department store. He kept his hands in combat mode, ready to strike. He was a special grade sorcerer, but he was facing an uncatalogued special grade spirit, of unknown power.

As he turned at another corner the sky above him darkened. He looked through the glass roof; the blue and pink afterglow of Tokyo's lights had disappeared, and the blackness of the veil covered every corner of the store. Sorcerers, Getou immediately knew. He had to find the spirit, and consume it.

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"You said we were going on a date, Satoru", your eyes scolded your fiancé, "Not another mission"

"We are, love", he pulled you closer by the waist, "We're going to have dinner in Shibuya. We just need to take care of this, first"

"Fine but you're paying for the dinner", you scoffed.

"Was that the point of the conversation?", he asked.

You lightly clasped his jaw and turned him to face you. "They're paying you for this anyway, aren't they?", you raised an eyebrow at him.

He marched ahead to cut your path and leaned closer to match your height. "They're paying us, love", he smirked, "I need my support".

"Aha", you laughed as he wrapped his hands around you, showering you with kisses on every bare patch of skin he could find...or easily expose. "Pay attention", you smiled as you pushed him away, "it could be anywhere".

"It's not even a regular special grade", Satoru rolled his eyes, their faint glint barely visible under his blindfold, "It's probably just some weakling playing with powers it doesn't understand"

You escaped his embrace. You laughed as you galloped ahead. "Then you wouldn't mind if I beat you to exorcising it!", you smiled at him, "I might even collect the entirety of the reward for myself"

"Hey now!", he transported himself next to you, "It's still a special grade"

"I know, I will, I'm joking", you kissed his beautiful plumb lips, "I know how to analyze the situation. I just want you to be a bit more careful as well"

He kissed you again, his hand holding your nape. "I love it when you worry about me", he murmured against your lips.

"I always do"

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead before he reluctantly waved you goodbye and took the turn for the east side of the mall. You took a left to the west, senses in alert.

A noise tickled your ear and then your surroundings changed. What used to be a hallway lined with shops now was a topsy turvy landscape of a city. 'Domain expansion?', you thought, 'No it's incomplete'. But there was no doubt that the cursed spirit was there.

A hand wrapped around your waist, another covered your mouth. You were pulled into a man's embrace, barhing in the shadows of an alley. You looked up. Your eyes grew wide. He removed his hand from your mouth and brought a finger to his lips, motioning you to keep silent.

"Suguru?", you whispered.

He gave you a soft smile. His eyes darted towards an upside-down building nearby. There it was; the special grade. It was examining what you surmised was one of Getou's weaker spirits from his collection.

He pulled your body flush against his. Before you could do anything else he extended his arm toward the special grade. The dangerous spirit slowly dissolved into thin air, its particles flowing to Getou's hand. They swirled into a hurricane above his palm until they concentrated into a small orb, the color of a Tiger's Eye gemstone. You stood once again amid the shopping gallery.

"No don't!", you cried as Suguru swallowed the special grade but you were too late; it was now his.

"Oh fuck", he coughed, "ugh, it only gets worse with time".

Your heart clenched. Your arms reached to help him but he pushed you away.

Silence governed the air between you. Getou leaned at the alley wall behind him as you gazed at his throat, where the curse had just disappeared. It was cruel how little he had changed in appearance over the years compared to how different his ideals had become. There was such a thin line between memory and illusion that it was so easy to get them mixed up, and see Getou for the man he was and not the things he had done ever since.

"Are you...okay?", he finally asked, "You look well"

The last time he had seen you your eyes were puffy and weighed by dark circles after crying for hours over Satoru. But ever since you heeded Suguru's advice and talked to him, things had improved; no, things were almost perfect.

"I am. I am well", you nodded, "I spoke to Satoru"

Suguru smiled. "Is that so?", his eyes were kindly hiding a mixture of happiness and sorrow, "Did he finally stop screwing around?"

"Well...he is Satoru", you laughed, "But...I don't feel alone anymore"

"That's good", his lip trembled but it was clear that he genuinely tried to appear happy.

Your awkwardness halted the conversation once more. What does one even say in situations such as this? You both tried to call each other's names; you laughed as your voices overlapped. You gestured Suguru to speak first. He pushed at the wall and walked closer to take your hands in his. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, carefully tracing the small hills and valleys of your hand. You were not smiling anymore.

"Suguru come back", you said without thinking as he kissed your hand, "Come back home, to Jujutsu High"

He chuckled. "Wouldn't that be a laugh?", he said, "I'd be executed on the spot"

"Is that the only reason you won't come back?"

"Y/n..."

"Talk to Satoru"

"No", he shook his head.

"Satoru!", you cried.

Suguru's eyes shot open. You wrapped your arms around him as he tried to leave. You put on all your weight into keeping his massive body in place but he still managed to drag you.

"Let go", he said frantically.

"No. Satoru!"

"He can't see me here", he placed his hands on your shoulders, "You should both just go and be happy"

"Not when you're like this. SATORU!", you tripped him as he tried to peel you away.

He fell on his back, you on top of him. He blushed as your body rubbed over him. You heaved as you gazed down at his shocked expression. He studied your distressed face. He brought his palm to cup your cheek, wiping a single tear before it left your eye.

"I don't understand", he muttered.

"Y/N!", you heard Satoru's voice echo in the empty department store. A moment later he appeared next to you, his blindfold around his neck. He pulled you in his arms, his shocked blue eyes fixed on Suguru. "You okay?", he cupped your warm cheek when he finally turned back to you.

Getou lifted his body, putting his weight on his elbows. He fixed his dishevelled robes and hair before he stood to face his old friend. "You look like shit", he finally told Satoru.

Gojo scoffed. "You're the one to talk", he tightened his grip around you, "What are you doing here?"

"Let's just say I'm not getting paid this week", you joked.

"What?"

"I came for the special grade", Suguru dusted his clothes before directing his gaze at you, "But then someone would not let me leave".

Satoru looked at you. You diverted your eyes. "I can't bloody well let you get yourself killed"

"I'm doing this for our people!", Getou cried.

"If you think what you're doing is right then why did you leave in the first place?"

Suguru caught his breath. His teeth clenched and so did his fists. His eyes focused on the ground below his feet, too frightened of the truth to meet yours. "I'm trying to build a world where your smiles will be safe"

"That is not gonna happen like this", you yelled at him, "Curses won't disappear if humans do and as long as there are any I will hunt them because I BLOODY FEEL LIKE IT! So instead of acting like a delusional fascist with a hero complex who thinks murdering a bunch of innocent people to erase the actual assholes in this world, who by the way are not all human, how about you come the fuck back home and be HAPPY?"

Suguru let out a pained chuckle. "I can't. I can't wear a heartfelt smile around you anymore", he said, "And besides, I wouldn't even live long enough to try"

"Who's to say that?", Satoru pulled at your waist as you took a step forward.

Getou opened his mouth to speak. "Satoru..."

"Don't", Satoru shook his head. He breathed hard. He kissed your forehead, his fingers entwining with your hair. He let go of you and approached Suguru, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "You're a special-grade sorcerer of a whole different level. I'm pretty sure the only person they can employ to execute you is me"

"Satoru..."

"I won't do it", he said firmly, "Not unless you force me to". Satoru looked back at you before returning his gaze to Getou. "See I never placed much value in money", he began, "But there are other things I care about. My home. My students. My friends. My future with the woman I love. The man I used to call my best friend, who taught me how to care about all of the above"

Suguru startled. He raised his gaze as Satoru continued.

"If you threaten any one of these things then yes, I will kill you. For no other reason", he said, "If you ever cared about me, please don't bring me to that point"

"I-"

"Suguru", you called him, "Please. Stay"

"We chose this life", Satoru said, "I like to complain about it but the truth is I could disappear if I wanted to. Others have. Everyone chose this life, knowing its dangers. Humans are no more responsible for what happens to us than the people firefighters rescue from a building caught ablaze"

"I can't-I have to-"

"What do you want in your life?", Satoru placed his hands on Suguru's shoulders, bringing his gaze to meet his by force, "Do you actually wish to be loathed by me? By her?"

Something in the word "loathe" seemed to stir whatever free will had not been consumed by Suguru's dedication to his macabre goal.

"Would you actually enjoy a life where all you have is our hatred?", Satoru continued.

"That is the last thing I want...", tears swelled in Getou's eyes.

"Listen", Satoru's voice came strained, "I know you love y/n. And I hope you still at least consider me your friend-"

"That's exactly why-"

"You want us to smile?", your chuckle came pitiful, "How can any of us smile when you abandon us to play psycho killer?"

Getou laughed, tears of sorrow leaving his eyes. He placed one hand over Satoru's. He brought the other to cup your cheek. Without warning he pulled the two of you into his embrace. You could hear how he tirelessly tried to reign in his sobs as he hid his face behind your backs. You felt his fingers comb your hair.

"Are you making your own path or are you just running away?", Satoru said, "You are loved much more than you think"

Suguru cried on your shoulders. "You two are my world", he trembled, "You're my best, no, my only friends"

"Then come back", you hugged him tighter, "Please, just come back"

"Are you gonna say no to her Suguru? You saw how insistent she can be"

"Stop using her as an excuse you jackass"

The two of them chuckled. Getou took a deep breath before pulling away. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. Satoru threw his arm over your shoulders and walked you to the other side of the gallery. He turned back to Suguru to yell a "Don't leave" before pulling you into his embrace, his voice soft enough so not to be carried to Getou's ears.

"Do you love me?", he asked.

"Of course I do", you frowned.

"No, this is important", Satoru said firmly, "Do you love me for me or do you love me as a replacement for Suguru?"

"What are you talking about?", you whispered.

"Y/n I know you love Suguru, there's no doubt about that", his arms held you tighter, "And I know you have guessed how I feel about him too. So my mind right now is pretty clouded on my decision. But one thing I know is that this is a risk. If I ask him to come with us will you stop loving me?"

You cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss that seemed to last years. When you finally released his lips he was panting. You gazed deep into his beautiful blue eyes. "You're asking ME? If I will stop loving YOU?", your eyes teared up as you whispered. He covered your hands with his, his lips kissing your palm. "What about me?", you asked, "Am I-"

"No", Satoru held your face, his eyes drilling into yours, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me".

He kissed your forehead. You pulled him into your arms, squeezing him as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his cheek on your head as he combed your hair with his fingers.

"What do you want?", Satoru whispered, "Do you want one of us? Do you want both of us? I'll do anything just....please....don't leave me behind. Losing you will..."

His voice trailed away. It was obvious what he was going to say yet he did not allow himself to put it into words. You did not know whether that was out of his own pride or to spare you the guilt out of compassion.

"I wanna stay with you", you told him, "But my heart is not full when he's not with us. When he's suffering"

Satoru pulled you closer. "Yeah", he muttered, "I know the feeling".

He stepped back to peer at your face. You returned a nod. With that, he understood. He turned back and walked up to Getou.

"There's a ton of things I have been wanting to your tell sorry ass for years", Satoru crossed his arms in front of his chest, "But ...most of all is this; I've missed you".

His eyes were real and pleading, and Suguru's kind expression from his older days returned to his face. "Satoru..."

"Suguru", Gojo said, "Come back. It's us. We'll be fine"

"I slept with your fiance", Suguru scoffed as he looked away.

"I know"

"Aren't you mad?"

"I'm scared"

Suguru caught his breath. He turned his gaze back to Satoru; the man was not lying. His eyes flickered with fear as he clenched his fists at his sides.

"I had not realized", Satoru said, "how alone people feel around me"

"Satoru-"

"You had to knock me back to my senses even after years of being rid of me. I-", Satoru rubbed his eyes, "When she screamed at me after I realized you two...I'm always gone, I know that. I thought I was doing enough by just spending some time but that's not true"

Suguru chuckled. His gaze darted towards y/n. "Took you long enough, you idiot"

"Shut up", Gojo took a deep breath, "I did the same to you didn't I?"

Getou fell silent.

"So I did", Satoru took the lack of response as affirmation to his question, "You were in pain and I failed to see it. I'm sorry"

Suguru's strong arms wrapped around Satoru. "You shouldn't apologize", he told him, "I never blamed you for it". Gojo returned the embrace. "So what did you not want her to hear?", Getou asked.

"That day", began Satoru, "you said you wanted to become the strongest"

"I did"

"It's a curse", Satoru said determined, "A curse even I cannot exorcise"

Suguru pulled away. He followed Satoru's eyes back to you.

"I can't lose her", his voice deepened. He covered his eyes with his palms. "And yes, I've tried to hate you for trying to take her away but I can't do that either and my head is a mess". Satoru stayed silent for a moment that seemed to last an infinity. "She loves you", he finally raised his gaze. "Can't blame her, I love you too", he scoffed at himself.

Suguru smiled; it was peaceful, and happy and beautiful. "I see", he said sweetly, "You're both idiots, falling for a broken man"

"We're all broken in some way", said Satoru, "That's the fate of a jujutsu sorcerer. But, perhaps together the three of us can make a decent person"

Suguru laughed. "You really have no shame", he said before planting a kiss on his cheek. He grabbed his arm and dragged him to you. Suguru wrapped his arm around your waist and took your lips in his own. You were surprised but quickly melted into the sweetness of his kiss. He touched his forehead to yours, "Did the idiot ask you about keeping me around your house like a lover?"

"Y...yes", you blushed.

Getou kissed you again, nipping at your lower lip. "Greedy girl", he said before Satoru pulled you to his side.

"She's staying with me if you leave", you felt Satoru's hand cling at your waist for dear life.

"It was my fate to fall for two idiots, not one", Suguru responded softly.

You moved to stand at Satoru's other side so that you were nestled between the two men. Suguru placed a kiss on your forehead as you walked down the pathway to the exit. Next, he reached out and ruffled Satoru's hair. The other man tried to wave him away. Getou leaned and planted a kiss on his neck; to that, Satoru did not object. Suguru rested his hand on your shoulder, Satoru on your waist, and you lifted the veil to the outside world.

"However, I should say", Suguru took a deep breath of courage, "I am taking care of two orphaned girls. I am not going to leave them"

"How old are they?", asked Gojo

"Almost twelve"

"Oh that's about Megumi's age", you lit up.

"Megumi?", Suguru's brows furrowed.

Satoru let out a small chuckle. "Oh we are going to need some drinks for that talk", he said as he led the two of you to his car and his very confused (and scared) driver.

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey, y'all. So we're almost done! This is the last chapter before an epilogue! I'll be sad to see this one go but I'm glad that it happened. Pls remember that reblogs and comments are appreciated! Also feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, insecurity, hurt and comfort, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

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Chapter 10

Eddie's POV

Eddie was on cloud nine. He had the girl of his dreams, was finally happy in his major and passing his classes, and Corroded Coffin was steadily on the rise. 

Steve wouldn’t let him live it down, teasing him about the lovesick grin he had and how he ‘felt’ in his gut that you and Eddie would get together. 

Eddie felt a bit saddened by the fact that you had gotten together before finals, so you weren’t able to sleep over as much or go on a date yet. Eddie couldn’t wait to take you out and treat you. You were his girl now. 

But he also couldn’t shake this feeling. You were texting him still, sure, but you had seemed to be avoiding him even after finals, claiming that your job had you absolutely booked. 

Eddie couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were avoiding him now after sleeping together. Maybe you regretted being with him. Maybe you faked it? He couldn’t stop anxiously questioning if you still wanted to be with him. 

Eddie would not admit it aloud, but he was slowly falling for you. 

He knew how you drank your coffee, or how you loved playing with his hair. He knew how nervous you got in new spaces, and how you laughed. He wanted to learn more. He wanted to carve memories of you into his brain, wanted to have the imprint of your figure in his mattress, have your touch burned into his skin. 

He kept pushing off the idea of falling for you. He knew he was on the edge of the cliff, teetering on letting go. But goddamnit, if he wasn’t afraid. Eddie knew himself. When he fell, it was hard and fast. 

It was fully consuming. 

He was scared to let go and have you disappear, just like so many people in his life. Or worse, have you become disgusted with the intricacies of him. You knew so much, but Eddie still guarded parts of his heart. 

Which was why he was staring at his phone, awaiting your text back, when he asked if you could head out to dinner after your shift. 

Your reply stung. 

Sorry, not this time Eds, I’ve got to help my coworker with her on-call. 

Eddie, in a flurry of hurt and bitterness, almost texted back ‘Then when?’. He stopped himself before. 

He’d somehow fucked it up. 

He knew it. 

“Am I an idiot, Kurt?,” Eddie questioned the stray cat currently chowing down on his porch. Eddie had started feeding the cat when he noticed him digging through the apartment trash, feeling a tug at his heart. He’d always loved animals, knowing they wouldn’t judge him, even if he was a burnout. Kurt meowed at Eddie, chubby tomcat cheeks making Eddie chuckle a bit.  Eddie took a drag from his cigarette, careful to aim it away from Kurt, who resumed chowing down. He only looked up when he heard a commotion from the parking lot, seeing Robin and Steve scramble over to the porch, both of them calling Eddie’s name. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay, okay…What’s the big deal, Beavis and Butthead?,” Eddie teased, still trying to calm his nerves. Steve and Robin as a pair usually were a bit over dramatic about things (even for Eddie, who often dramatized most things.) 

Robin stopped, her hands on her knees as she tried to regulate her breathing, wheezing. Steve was a bit better off, sighing before going into what was going on. 

“Some account tried to follow Rob and I and we were like no, but we were curious because the account follows Corroded Coffin. And Robin and I were talking about how Bug has kinda been AWOL, and avoiding us. And so we were wondering if maybe there was something she wasn’t telling us about, so we went to look at the account, and it’s some troll posting super mean shit about Bug and calling her names just because she’s dating you, and-” 

Eddie saw red at the mention. If there was one thing the Munson boy had little to no patience for, it was bullies. He felt his stomach twist at the thought of you dealing with the hate all alone, trying to push people away so as to keep from bothering them. His jaw clenched, his fists flexing and clenching, trying to soothe the anger he felt. 

“What’s the account?,” Eddie asked calmly, controlling his tone and temper, jaw set. 

Steve blinked a bit, shocked by Eddie’s tone but also seeming a bit fearful. “Uh, it’s something like the exterminator? Here,” Steve handed over his phone, showing the Instagram account. 

Eddie scrolled through the account, the posts getting more aggressive as the account owner seemed to take candids of you, and post them. The words were cutting, and just…

Eddie felt his hands shake as he handed back the phone, anger running through him, a slow simmering boil. He walked inside, Steve and Robin following in confusion before Robin finally broke the tense silence. 

“Eddie, what’re you-” 

Eddie spun around, eyes rimmed red, hands shaking as he clenched his fists. “I’m fixing it.” 

Eddie pulled out his phone, calling the one person he knew could get down to the bottom of this. 

“Henderson…I need you to ask Susie for a favor.” 

Eddie was lucky that Steve had introduced him to Dustin Henderson. Dustin looked up to Eddie, and his little group of friends had somehow stuck to Eddie like old gum on his shoe. But maybe a bit more endearing. 

Dustin’s girlfriend, Susie, was a tech nerd and genius, and somehow knew how to trace or hack most things. 

Which was exactly what she did. 

She traced the Instagram account down to an email, discovering what the email was a backup for, and informed Eddie. 

Tammy Dreser. A member of the Hawkins Cheer team, and a close friend to Chrissy Cunningham. Both of them were part of the same sorority. 

Which led Eddie here. In front of the sorority house on his bike, his face both angry and determined. He swung his leg off his bike, heading up to the door to knock loudly, met with Chrissy Cunningham’s surprised expression. 

“Eddie, what are you-” 

Eddie pushed past her into the house carefully, turning to her. 

“We need to talk.” 

Chrissy blinked a bit before closing the door, sighing. “Okay…What about?,” She questioned, crossing her arms, eyebrows furrowed. 

“This,” Eddie said pointedly, shoving a phone in Chrissy’s face, the device already showing the account, Chrissy squinting to see the account and frowning. 

“What? Eddie, I don’t know what this is.” 

“Tammy made it. I have…sources… who connected it to her email. And I don’t take kindly to people mistreating my girl,” Eddie stated, his tone teetering on a growl. 

Chrissy frowned, eyebrows furrowed. She bit her lip and gestured for Eddie to follow her to the kitchen, sitting down at the table. 

“Let me call Tammy. We can talk this out,” Chrissy sighed, dialing away on her phone. 

Eddie sat there, leg shaking in the hyper feminized kitchen, a frown practically etched on his face as Taffy entered, her blue eyes widening and cheeks turning red as she saw Eddie. She was quick to fix her hair and smile, putting out a perfectly manicured hand for him to shake. 

“Eddie, right? I’m Tammy,” She said, tone bubbly as ever. 

Eddie nodded, not returning the handshake. He was trying to keep his cool, and not explode on this petite brunette. 

Chrissy cleared her throat. “Well, Tammy, it seems there has been an acc-” 

Eddie can’t take tiptoeing around the subject, so he interjects. “I found an account cyberbullying my girlfriend. Connected to your email. Care to explain?,” Eddie grinned sarcastically, lifting his brows. 

Tammy turned white as a ghost and started laughing, shaking her head. “I don’t…What? I don’t know-” 

Eddie laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “Don’t bullshit me. Fess up, Tammy,” He said her name like an insult, making her cheeks flush red. He stared at her, her eyes wide and her shoulders caving in under his gaze. Eddie counted almost 5 minutes before she finally gave in. 

“Fine! I made it. I was angry that Chrissy hooked up with you when I had a crush on you, and I wanted to make it look like she made the account,” She confessed, flustered and upset. 

Chrissy’s brow furrowed and she appeared hurt, mumbling to herself.

"You're the one who hacked my Instagram...I kept wondering why I couldn't log in and why my account seemed to be following more people."

Eddie's heart panged a little bit for the blonde, who despite her best intentions, had horrible friends and a tendency to be naive or absent minded. But he'd worry about it later. Eddie was too focused on Tammy. “Take. Down. The. Damn. Account,” He gritted out, every word making Tammy sink further into her chair as she nodded, appearing annoyed and embarrassed. 

“Fine, Fine! I will!” 

Eddie stood up and nodded at the two, heading to the door as he heard hushed arguing and felt waves of hurt come from the room. 

“You deserve better friends, Cunningham,” Eddie called out as he left, too focused on his mission. 

He had to get to you. 

Eddie came into the building, making a beeline for your dorm. He knocked on your door frantically, hearing you scramble and run to the door, opening it a bit, just enough for you to poke your head out, your eyes rimmed red. Your brows furrowed as you looked up, a bit confused. 

“Eds? What’re you doing-” 

Eddie pushed himself inside the room, gentle but firm. You felt anxiety swirl in your belly at the disarrayed state of your room, the way you hadn’t had a good shower, stewing in your depression. Eddie’s stomach dropped as his heart ached. 

You had been going through this alone?

Eddie frowned, his voice soft. “Baby…why didn’t you tell me?”

You felt your lip begin to tremble as your eyes stung, the sensation alerting you of the oncoming tears. You swallowed, trying to calm your shaking. 

“I just…I didn’t want to bother you during finals, and honestly it wasn’t a big deal, I just-” 

You felt your voice tremble, your vision beginning to blur. You shook a bit, feeling Eddie embrace you. You smelled his green apple shampoo and body wash, his warm vanilla and spice cologne…all below a soft lingering scent of cigarettes. You melted into his arms, sighing, tears still flowing. 

Eddie sat you down on your bed, his heart squeezed at the sight of you so broken, and so lost. He kicked himself for not being able to see through your walls through text, and held you close. You sobbed into his shirt, shaking. Eddie rubbed your back, pressing his lips to your forehead, murmuring reassurances of ‘it’s okay’ and ‘i’ve got you’. 

When your tears had stopped flowing, Eddie continued to hold you, rubbing your back softly. He felt the urge to talk to you, so he let himself speak without thinking. 

“When I was in high school…I was extremely bullied. I was called a freak, viewed as an outcast. My mom had died and my dad was in prison. People knew Uncle Wayne and I lived in a trailer, and they didn’t let me live it down. When I came here, I thought I finally escaped it…Except… I didn’t. Jason was here. He was one of the people who bullied me extensively back home. He made my life a living hell. He posted shit about me, made flyers claiming I was a psychopath… it was…hell.” 

Eddie swallowed, avoiding your gaze, trying to continue despite the sour memories. 

“I was in a really dark place. I started doing harder drugs, drinking, and just…self harming any way I could. I was flunking, and lonely, as I was 20 years old and a freshman. I…I didn’t tell Steve about it. But he kind of…knew. And right as I was starting to get even worse, right as I considered ending it…Steve reached out. He supported me. He stood up for me while Jason was being a dick. And…a big part of me knows, if he never reached out…I wouldn’t be here.” 

Eddie's throat felt thick, his hands shaking as he looked down at you, your red rimmed eyes looking at him in sorrow and worry. He grabbed your face, leaning his head down to press his forehead against yours. 

“I don’t ever want you to feel that way, baby. Okay? I lo-, Eddie cuts himself off, swallowing, the word getting stuck in his throat. 

“I care about you.” 

You look up, sighing shakily and nodding, melting into his arms. 

“I care about you too. I’m sorry.” 

Eddie kissed you, trying to pour all of his feelings into the exchange, holding your face like you were fragile glass. He pulled away slowly, tugging you into his arms and just holding you that night, letting you melt into him. 

He’d tell you soon.

But for that night...he just would be there for you.

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[safehaven2]

lonely dad who doesn't want to lose his son who is moving away to college vores him and keeps him in his stuff and cramped gut slowly digesting him as the son tries to struggle out?

My boy Devin was getting ready to finally move out and despite us agreeing that he'd go to Community College around the corner, he'd been planning to move into dorms at a State College. It's been me and Dev since he was 3, I couldn't even imagine coming home and not having him there to greet me. I begged and begged him not to move out, but he was stubborn and I didn't have a lot of options or I was going to lose my boy. I wasn't going to lose Devin. In fact, I would have him forever.

After one more conversation about not moving out, Devin snapped at me and said I was being selfish, only caring about what I wanted and not what he wanted. I've raised him for nearly two decades, I know him better than he knows himself and I know he needs his daddy by his side. But, when Dev threatened to cut contact with me for not respecting him, I lost it and threw him to the floor on his back. I planted one foot on his chest, pulling off his pajamas and revealing his naked, supple body to my delight and garnering a rumble from my waist. My ears had already begun to drown out the sounds of my boy screaming while I stripped him, allowing me to focus on keeping my son near me for good.

I lifted up my son by his ankles and started licking them, stuffing his feet past my lips and guiding them into my waiting throat. Devin thrashed under my foot, but my love for him field my hunger and I began swallowing my boy down my esophagus. I worked my way down to my boy's knees, gulping down his shins with voracious joy as more and more of him became mine as I devoured him alive. This was such a perfect plan, after I fully swallowed Devin and put him away safely inside my stomach, he'd be with me forever and I'd always keep him safe.

Dev kept trying to push me off him, but I grabbed him by the waist and started shoving his thighs into my drooling mouth. I felt his feet enter my stomach and I moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him beginning to enter me, hungry to know the feeling of him fully curled up inside my gut. Terrifying my prey, I lifted him up above my head and enlisted gravity in eating my son, taking him down my gullet until his crotch was sitting in my mouth.

I wanted Devin to be happy and knowing that this was the last time he'd get the chance to orgasm, I played around a bit with his cock and used my tongue to get a good taste. He might be my kid, but the musky taste of his cock was tantalizing and the shudder of him blowing his load was enough to get me hard. Feeling him go limp as he filled up my mouth with his cum, I took a heavy swallow and felt him drop down to his navel in my gullet with his hands pinned in my lips.

From then on, Dev weakly struggled, but I was able to easily gulp him down and devour him like I wanted. My son disappeared into my throat more and more until I pressed and shoved his shoulder into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his neck. It felt amazing to have so much of Devin inside my body and to feel him curling up inside my gut like it was a womb. He whimpered at me through teary eyes, but I had what I wanted and wasn't going to change my mind now.

I tilted my head fully back and put a hand on the top of my boy's head, opening my lips wide enough to press down as I swallowed, pushing Devin down my hungry gullet. I closed my mouth and took a second swallow, feeling the gluttonous victory of my boy's weight beginning to get heavier in my stomach as he fully entered it for good. Dev squirmed and wiggled around inside my belly, pressing out imprints of his hand and face across my distended gut. He was no doubt trying to find a way out, but it was too late. Devin is all mine.

I cradled my boy and rubbed him while I joyfully told him about how great its going to be now that we're together forever. He cried to be let out and not be digested, but my mind was set and Devin was going to be added to my waist as fat. My son would become a part of belly forever, hanging off me as if he was hugging me with all the love I knew he had for me. I rubbed him despite his protests until I felt a rumble from his squirming and I let out a long belch, then he slowly went still until my gut got to work and started digesting him. Devin was mine forever.

[splendsay]

COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 31: Yours to Climb

y'all this fic might be 300k words by the time we're done jfc

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Callsign: Sunshine

Chapter 31: Yours to Climb

!!MDNI!!

Chapters: 31/? WC: 73,331 Pairing(s): TF141 x Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, references to canon-typical violence Chapter Excerpt:

If you'd asked Soap six months ago where he thought he'd be now, he wouldn't have known what to tell you. But, even his wildest guesses wouldn't have put him here: on a doomed rescue mission for a woman he wasn't sure was alive to be saved, listening to his Captain and his Captain's friends bicker about whether or not resting is worth it, and hopelessly, endlessly stuck dreaming about a girl he'll never, ever get to have.  

But, here he is. Reclined in front of a paltry campfire, the earth for a bed and the stars for a blanket. The slow, steady breathing of seven others a constant, lulling force of sleep, though not quite powerful enough to have any effect on him. 

He hasn't slept in days. 

Not because he isn't tired. No, he's exhausted. He hasn't slept because your face is imprinted on the backs of his eyelids. Every time he closes his eyes, an agonizing pain arcs through him. The memory of you. The way your fingertips feel on his skin. The sweet, tinkling sound of your laugh. How you look when you're in your element, behind the wheel of a car or the barrel of a gun -- wild hair, wide eyes, and a crooked, devilish grin. 

You love him, he knows that. 

But not like he loves you. 

That dance in the courtyard sparked something in him. Something deep and everlasting. But as soon as that flame had been lit, you'd floated just out of reach and into the arms of the only other person he held any such affection for. 

He's not an idiot. He knows what you mean to one another. How far it's gotten.  

As happy as he is that you two found something worth holding onto...it destroys him that he isn't part of it.

You changed his life. Changed the whole damn task force. Funny how a woman can do that. A glimmer of joy and laughter and revelry amidst the somber hellscape of a post-Rift world. 

You certainly weren't supposed to be. No, you were supposed to be a spoiled daddy's girl whose very existence was an insult to everyone who'd survived your father's cursed biological escapades. 

You'd quickly stepped outside that shadow. 

For Soap, it'd been when you'd stripped off his shirt and chucked it at him. So much fight in you, despite everything you'd already endured. 

He hasn't seen much of that fight since he pulled you from the cellar. But he knows it's around somewhere. Even if you'll never have him the way he wants...he'll do whatever he can to help you find it. When he gets back. He'll get back. He's got to get back. There hasn't been a second of the last three weeks where he hasn't been working toward it. 

Toward you. Always toward you. 

What happens when one's sense of purpose shifts? When it goes from helping anyone in need -- protecting them without question -- to only wanting to protect a few? Only caring about a small, select few? 

It's a conundrum he's grappled with for weeks. Trying to unpack this draw. This magnetic, infuriating, all-consuming draw. A constant pull. Like you're sucking the life out of him -- just to give it right back. It's as addictive as it is excruciating. 

And you don't even know. You have no fucking idea. 

Of course, there's also Ghost. His oldest friend, aside from the Captain. A harrowing complication in an already mixed up, half-missing puzzle. 

There's a significant part of him that hates you as much as it loves you. For having an intimacy with Ghost that he's never had a hope to. For you, Ghost is an open book. That stings more than it feels like it should. Maybe more than any of the rest of it. 

Like alcohol on a paper cut he didn't know he had. 

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[jell0buss-37]

i really loved the reporter!peter b having a crush on actress!reader!

i was wondering if you could write more about it! :3 maybe peter and reader do end up dating and reader takes him to red carpets with her and theyre overall super SUPER in love with eachother<3333

I'm so happy you liked the concept! At this point I'm loving the different requests and I'm having so much fun branching out on these characters we've created. I hope you enjoy this one!

Part 1, Part 2

Reporter!Peter B x Actress!Reader (pt. 2)

I thought this pic was perfect for this!

When you guys started seeing eachother, he was completely starstruck

Your dinner at that Italian restaurant had went perfectly! More and more he had started to fall for you and your true personality, completely enraptured by you

You thought he was adorable, like a puppy imprinted on their mother, with those adorable eyes so wide and full of wonder

And the way his ears would burn a bright red any time you brushed your hand against his

Once he got comfortable, he was incredibly open and talkative!

It was your turn to be enraptured by him, seeing him in rose colored glasses at a movie the two of you went to see

You couldn't help but watch him instead of the movie, your hand in his, your arms pushed up against eachother as you watched the scary movie you had picked

He was geeking out, occasionally leaning in to whisper different facts and thoughts throughout the film

You kept getting these little butterflies at the sound of his voice

Being in this field of work, it was natural to have these certain trust issues whenever it came to this sort of thing

You hadn't been in a relationship in over 5 years now

You just didn't see the point in putting so much time and emotions into another human being

That is until Peter opened your eyes to what that point is

He was shy to ask you for a third date, suggesting that he cook for you back at his place

(He finally cleared out all of his things. They now sit in a box under his bed)

You happily accepted

You thought his little apartment was so cute! It reminded you of your days as a beginning actress, and filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Of home.

You guys cooked together, a nice chicken Scampi that reminded you of your mother's. You were so excited when he asked you to cook something you loved, and we're having such a great time showing him how to mince the bell peppers

You both sat down for dinner at his kitchen island, a bottle of wine shared between you two over candle light, a bit of Frank Sinatra in the background

Such pleasant conversation shared between you two, soon dying down when you were done eating, just staring into each other's eyes

The kiss you shared was so sweet, both of your heads spinning from the wine and the passion

You pull away suddenly, running to the bathroom, leaving him standing there, confused

"I-Im so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, it's just that the moment felt right, and you were so pretty, and I- where are your clothes-"

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, your bra and panties a red matching set

Oh you planned to jump his bones the second he asked you about a third date

It was about a month into your relationship that you decided to make it public, showing up to work to surprise him

Literally in the lion's den of hot gossip

Nobody would stop asking him questions, and he just sits there with the smuggest look on his face

The first time he went to your place, he was absolutely FLABBERGASTED at the amount of Spiderman memorabilia you had

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, explaining he was really more of just a celebrity crush

He TOTALLY didn't visit you as spiderman

You freaked out meeting him, it was so cool

You actually cried

He was shocked because he literally said he'd cry if he met you

Irony

Loves bragging about you 24/7

You find the box of all of his geek things

You thought it was so cute and creepy

Whenever you have to work on a film, you guys call and video chat every day and night if it's far away

Sometimes if it's for a long time, let's just say thank God for video chat ;)

Paparazzi photos and articles on you two are so cute because they're mostly talking about how much happier you look

You did an interview with him for vanity fair, and it was so adorable

You even went on a celebrity gameshow once, playing a couples game

You guys get so much love from your fans

That and those edits of you guys with a sappy song in the background

He even makes a cameo in one of your shows as a guy you flirt with at a restaurant once

And then the red carpet events

See my Shopping with Peter B headcannons for that 👀

Overall, life with him is just so much better, and he still can't believe he could even pull you in the first place

[holden-caulfield]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

━ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐗.𝐓. 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: reader and xavier spend an afternoon together and without knowing what to do, xavier decides to animate reader's tattoos.

━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xavier thorpe x tattoed!reader

━ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: yes

━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: reader has tattoos

━ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 745

━ 𝐀/𝐍: i had already started working on this but then you sent me the inbox thingy and now i actually have an excuse to post this sooooo, this one's for you @oeuryale , you genius bestie

It had become a normal occurrence for you and Xavier to spend the afternoons together. What you did didn't really matter as long it was you two.

Sometimes you would spend the day studying together, getting so little work done that you had to spend the next day separated to actually manage to do something. Sometimes it would be him painting and you reading a book, usually out loud so he could hear it as well; sometimes you would just stare at him while he did his thing, making unhelpful comments followed by his snarky comebacks, back and forth like an old couple that never grew up.

But that afternoon you had nothing to do: no exams ahead (and even if there were they could have waited), no inspiration to paint, no interesting book to read. You just sat together on a patch of grass, legs sprawled all over the ground and head in the clouds.

"What are we doing?" You asked, turning your head to look at Xavier, who was looking at the ground with more interest than he usually had in class.

He didn't even lift his eyes, still staring down. "I'm currently counting the blades of grass but i'd be happy to change activity as soon as you find one."

You huffed as you let your head fall on his legs in defeat.

"Now i've lost count." He declared out loud and if you hadn't been so completely bored out of your mind, his comment would have stolen a laugh from you.

Silence reigned again as you stared at the sky above you: bright blue covered by just a couple of clouds, announcing the imminent arrival of summer. Not a bird flying, not a wisp of wind; absolutely nothing that could entertain the two of you.

It wasn't usually like that: even when you had nothing to do, you always found something stupid to do, something at least slightly interesting to talk about. But that day seemed so dull and empty that not even Xavier could turn it around.

A couple of birds appeared in your line of vision, soaring through the sky. A new cloud, darker and grayer than the others appeared out of nowhere, but it didn't worry you. It was when a big blackish spider started crawling up your arm that you got back up, hands struggling to drive away the creature from your arm, immediately realizing what was going on.

"You got anymore of those?" Asked Xavier as you looked up at him with both anger and relief at having finally found a distraction. He pointed at the small tattoos on your arm, the tattoos that were now flying over your head and crawling down your arm.

"You could have warned me, you know?"

"Then it wouldn't have been fun, you know?" He mocked as he crossed his legs and balanced his elbows on his knees, hands supporting his chin. He had a new glint in his eye that matched your own, so he repeated the question. "Do you have more? I vividly remember a snake there somewhere..."

"You're so not animating that snake," you intimated as he leaned closer to you.

"You're no fun, Y/n."

"I do have a couple of dragons however, still interested?" You offered, lifting the sleeve of your shirt a little more to reveal two tiny dragons, imprinted on the skin.

"Now we're talking," he said, preparing his hands, hovering over your skin. "Not as fun as the snake, but it'll have to do for now."

"You are not animating that snake, Xavier." You kept going as small charcoal dragons began flying out of your skin and floating between the two of you.

"Why not? I love that snake." He said, looking at the newest company you had just found. One of the dragons looked him in the eyes with what seemed like a scowl on his little face, as if he was agreeing with you.

"And you know full well that the place where that snake is, is not for the public." You remarked, offering the tiny dragon your palm to rest.

"I am not the public,"

"We are in public."

He huffed, leaning down on the grass but not before smashing his hand against your own, crashing the small creature to nothing.

"Hey!"

He brought his arms behind his head, his characteristic smirk staining his face. "Looks like there's only one option left..."

"Forget the snake," you stated once more. "Not happening."

"Spoilsport."

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[bad-decisionsot7]

Their reaction to you wanting to be in charge. (dom)

-gulps at your suggestion

- "do i get to be handcuffed?"

-"I'll do it if i can be handcuffed"

- literally will only do it if you handcuff him.

-"damn, you're really sexy when you're in charge."

- constantly bucks his hips up especially when you're riding him

-gets a little aggravated when he can't touch you because he's restrained.

- mesmerised by the way you look dominating him.

-"you should be a good girl and ride me like that more often."

-"you want to be in charge, huh?"

- constant smirks and hip bites

-"you know how much i love to watch you squirm underneath my touch, watch your body tremble as i eat that cute little pussy and now you're telling me you want to be in charge?"

-shrugs but finally agrees.

-"you better give me every reason to believe that this was a good decision."

- actually enjoys the teasing and the amount of effort you put into it.

-gets out of breath as he watches you work your way down onto his cock.

-"fuck, let me up baby girl. daddy needs to feel you properly"

-grins and honestly gets a little too excited at the thought.

-"can we try it out now?"

-"you're going to look so pretty while sucking my cock."

- "what do you mean i can't touch you?"

- frowns but continues on with your plan -literally will do anything to make you happy.

- closes his eyes to endulge in the immense amount of pleasure he receives from you while pulling on the handcuffs.

-red bruises and imprints into his wrists from the cuffs.

-"I don't care babygirl i got to watch you suck me off and i kinda like the way you controlled me. it was hot."

- instantly agrees to you trying out the dom role.

- gets way too into it as soon as you bring out one of his favorite ties.

- smirks when you tell him you're blindfolding and cuffing him.

-"oh fuc- don't stop."

-bucks his hips up into you as you attempt to drive him insane with your touch.

- loud moans as you begin to ride him.

-growls as you bite his lip during the makeout session.

- aggressively pulls at his cuffs.

-groans of frustration when you get off of him to have him cum elsewhere.

- wink wink

-"get on the bed baby, you haven't came and you need to be rewarded for that little show you just put on."

- "no."

-"no."

-"i said no y/n what aren't you understanding?"

-"fine, yes."

-"just kidding, no."

-"i'm not letting you take control of me in the bed, no it's not happening sorry."

- rolls his eyes as you continue to suggest it.

-"i am not one to be controlled. i do the dominant role, it's my job."

- finally at his breaking point.

-picks you up before placing you on top of him.

-"fine, do as you please to me but you're not fucking cumming until you're underneath me begging for it, understand?"

- very active sex life.

- always willing to try new things.

- absolutely down for it.

-"wait, do i still get to eat you out?"

-"you're handcuffing me to the bed? that's new."

- stays quiet to focus on your body as you grind and move slowly on his lap.

- groans at the way you slap him when he doesn't listen/comply.

- literally quiet as fuck, only let's out a few soft moans.

- takes his time to enjoy the moment, the rest of the world shut out as he watches you.

- growls when you call him baby boy.

- groans loudly when you two start to actually fuck.

-"you looked so pretty taking my cock and we're definitely doing this again but if you ever, ever call me baby boy instead of daddy again, i'm punishing you on the spot."

-"ooh, girl doms? that's hot."

- smirks when you walk in with your lingerie and toys.

- "that lingerie is so sexy, do i get to rip it off? or is that like- not allowed?"

- loves the way you look as you walk over to him, securing his hands with rope.

- "i'm actually loving this."

- isn't actually loving it.

- doesn't stop talking.

-"wait, why are you stuffing a sock in my mouth babebdbbsksjsjso"

- all of his worry fades as soon as you begin to ride him, pulling on his hair and biting his neck.

- "okay that was actually really really hot and i'm definitely going to need that to happen again but first, can i please fuck you against the wall? i need to hear you scream daddy,"

[jo-harrington]

Jo, give me something fucked up about teeth. Dealers choice.

Oh my love, ask and ye shall receive.

This could be any of our boys...but I think you know exactly who this is. Happy Birthday Meg, my love, my life, my cheeseburger.

Pairing: Some specific actor with (allegedly) fake teeth who shall not be named x Fem!Reader

Warnings: RPF, smut (P in V), teasing, power play, oral fixation, and obviously TEETH.

"Take them off."

"Excuse me?"

"Your teeth." You panted heavily. "Off."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now.

You were both in your underwear, playing your little drawn out striptease foreplay to see who could make the other cum first--or beg first, it really didn't matter--without letting it really get to the main attraction. Truth be told, neither of you had time for this kind of game, but you always made the time.

This wasn't a relationship; one could barely even call it an affair.

It was...a fling, a hookup, an every-so-often occurrence that happened at a hotel whenever the two of you were in the same city on business or "coincidentally" had long-enough "layovers" at the same airport.

What began as drinks and conversation shared in some overrated, overcrowded airport lounge turned into the bearing of the soul to another familiar face that lived and died by their travel itinerary, and then the bearing of each others bodies.

And although he might have told you about his...hang-up about his teeth before, he never considered that you'd put two and two together on your own and realize it was a way for him to...tame the beast, so to speak.

Or agitate it, if the right buttons were pushed.

"Take. Them. Off," you repeated again. You stopped and sat back on his thighs and crossed your arms over your chest. "If we're gonna kiss, I don't want to cut my tongue on the bridge of your false teeth."

"We don't have to kiss to have a good time," he pouted and put his hands on your thighs, hoping to tempt you closer and back into a delicious rhythmic friction against him.

This was fun for both of you, why did it need to stop?

" I like kissing and this is my hotel room," you reminded him, barely budging. "And I can make it all worth while for you if you just do as I say, Joseph."

The force behind his name made him twitch.

It was a battle of the wills.

It always was, actually.

He could play important celebrity card, with his managers and pr reps and publicists and thousands of fans that screamed his name no matter how dead it made him inside.

He didn't have to fit you in.

But you also had your cards to play, with your conference calls and pitch meetings and a job that was infinitely more impactful and probably more profitable than his could ever be.

So you could honestly say the same.

But you'd let him win last time, so it was your turn now. Wasn't it?

Still he hesitated as he tongued along the metal bar that lined the backs of his incisors.

This wasn't you playing to his oral fixation; this wasn't you painting the taste of yourself over his lips with the tips of your fingers or stuffing your panties in his mouth because he was in your room and your boss had the next room over. This was you peeling back his defenses and seeing the heart of him, shining a light into the deep and twisted corners of his mind.

Did he want you to stick your tongue in the gaps between his incisors and his molars? Yes. Did he want to bite you hard enough to leave a mark and then see the break in the imprint on your skin? Also yes.

But he also didn't want you to have to see the chip in his armor, one that he'd been made fun of before time and again. The thing that made his first ever stylist cringe when he posed and smiled for a photoshoot.

He'd gone to the dentist with the check from that ad campaign and gotten the fake teeth fitted.

"Don't do that," they told him, words that echoed in his head as he had the impression tray in his mouth. "Don't smile so big. Don't smile at all. You're handsome enough; no one wants to see that."

But now you wanted to see it, you wanted to see him and know him and fuck the him that was imperfect. Consume the part of him that no one wanted. The one that got erased by a careful crafted facade and sometimes an AI filter...by both friends and fans alike.

You both had confessed to one another, after the second or third time you'd "run into each other" that...family and close friends aside...it was hard to travel to all these places and be a name, a job, a reputation...and not yourself.

So he wanted you to see him.

He hungered for it.

And against his better judgement, he forced his tongue against the metal to push the bridge out of his mouth. He tried to be quick to throw it onto the bedside table, but your hand shot forward and you grabbed his wrist.

"I thought you wanted to kiss," he mocked you now. He pressed his tongue flat against the roof of his mouth and felt the familiar comfort that came with fiddling with the gaps. "Needed a kiss so badly."

"I do," you nodded, your eyes locked with the metal and porcelain. "And we will."

"But..."

Your grip on him loosened once you knew he wouldn't wrench his hand away. Your fingers danced up his arm, then over his fingers, until you plucked the bridge from his grasp to inspect it.

He watched, entranced, as you tilted your head and analyzed the dental device.

His hand stayed frozen in the air...until you shifted forward once again and ground down onto his cock, your slickness already soaked through your panties and the Dior boxer briefs that he was obligated to wear, creating a sticky drag that caused him to groan.

You bucked, over and over until he felt like he was about to reach the precipice. Both of you moaned, the truth silent and thick in the air that you were truly just using him to chase your own pleasure, all the while doing all of the little things that made him weaker than you. Made him lose himself before you could.

Your rhythm stuttered purposefully, dragging your clit over his sensitive head, over and over. Rolled your hips up and forward so the softness of your ass rubbed against him, cradled all of him just so.

And the kicker was you did all this by instinct, muscle memory as you pointedly ignored him, ignored his want for your eyes locked with his as you challenged one another, so you could overanalyze the contraption that made him perfect in the eyes of his fans. The lie.

And then you stopped. Right as he was panting and whining and begging without words.

You moved the false teeth to one of your arms and ran the perfect ridges along your skin.

"You know in all the times we've done this, you've never bitten me before," you told him matter-of-factly.

"I...wha--" He was at a loss for words.

"Bitten me," you repeated. You had to repeat yourself a lot tonight. "I thought you would have done it by now."

"Why would I?" he questioned.

"Why wouldn't you?" you retorted. "I think we get into it enough sometimes that...spur of the moment, lack of judgement...just a little nibble."

"First you want a kiss," he huffed in laughter. "Now you want a hickey. Getting needy now, aren't you, love?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, and in a move most unexpected, you shoved the teeth in your mouth. Clenched between your teeth, his bite pattern obviously not a match for yours, but it made for a morbid set of vampire fangs. His cuspids clenched between your incisors.

You then shifted and peeled his underwear back to squeeze his shaft, skin to skin, hot and spit and slick. And it made him see stars, he was close, closer now that you did...all of this.

For the briefest second as you peeled your own panties to the side and sunk down onto him, he questioned everything, questioned his life as the warmth engulfed him and he saw God.

Why would you do this? What had changed? When had two lonely souls sharing drinks and stale bagels and secrets and sex turned into...you sucking on his teeth while you rode him to oblivion.

Then again...he had always been into some wild things. Things that he knew he had to give up since he became a household name. Was this just...did something inside him immediately recognize a kindred soul...slightly lost...slightly yearning for the life they left behind when an immense expectation became too much to bear.

He had wanted you to consume him. Maybe this was the two of you consuming each other...

You grabbed his hand and maneuvered him to pleasure you, to rub and play with you, to get you to the edge that you'd so successfully gotten him to so you could launch yourself into wanton irresponsibility together.

As he moved his fingers, as you shifted your hips, his mouth moved in a similar fashion. Teeth clenching, tongue flicking, silent oh's and ah's that sparked a wicked idea inside of you.

You shifted forward, leaned your head closer to his, breathed heavily through the bridge clenched in your teeth...swiveled your hips, once twice...then you kissed him.

And he came.

[larabiatasstuff]

Part one here 🖤

Part three🖤

He greeted me with one of his cute smiles but it instantly faded when he looked into my eyes.. "Oh Y/N I had no idea..." but I didn't let him finish "It's okay I'm fine, I mean it's not a big deal right? I thought I was prepared for that moment but apparently I wasn't strong enough." I said trying to hold the tears back. He didn't hesitate to pull me into his arms placing a kiss on my head. "That's not true Y/N you're the strongest woman I know. Having the balls to face her in an I quit match alone should make you proud of yourself. Hey, look at me how about that, we're drying your tears, order some food and watch some movies or we can talk if you want but first I got something for you. " he said handing me a plastic bag." You got me a gift? That's so sweet of you. " I looked inside of the bag and pulled out a t shirt with an imprint that said 'My friend went to Mexico and all I got is this stupid t-shirt' I couldn't help but laugh at this. "You know you're an idiot Claudio." I said throwing the shirt in his face "Yeah but I'm your idiot, at least I hope so." he said rubbing the back of his head his cheeks blushing.

I felt my face getting hot unable to look at him but I knew that this was the only chance to tell him how I felt. "Well, I couldn't imagine someone else for this job but seriously Claudio I... I have to tell you something . I know we're best friends and it's fine if you don't feel the same but I like you more as just a friend." I looked at him with anticipation but he just stood there looking at me with wide eyes his mouth slightly open." You know what? That was stupid I... I'm sorry I don't know what's gotten into me. " I said trying to walk away but he held me by my wrist. There was a moment where we got completely lost in each others eyes before our lips met for the first time. The kiss wasn't perfect because we were incredibly nervous but for me it was perfect." Wow that was... Ahh fuck." Claudio said when we broke the kiss to get some air. "Excuse me?" "I owe Mox money." "Why do you owe Mox money?" I asked a little confused. He took my face in his hands gently stroking my cheeks "Because he knew that this would happen. He always pointed out that it would just be a matter of time before I fall completely in love with you." "About how much money are we talking?" I asked wrapping my good arm around his neck. "50Dollars but I'll happily pay my debts." he said pulling me closer to his well trained chest carefully not to hurt my shoulder.

"Well in that case dinner is my treat then." "Nope not going to happen this is our first night as a couple so of course I'm going to spoil my girlfriend. You look so much happier right now. I really love your smile Y/N." "Well I have a reason to be happy I mean yes I almost lost an arm but I have boyfriend now." with that he pulled me into another wonderful kiss that was so much better this time. After that Claudio ordered some food and we spent the whole night watching really trashy movies while being cuddled up on the sofa until we both fell asleep.

[poppypickle]

Half-Finished Fic Fest

Back with more old fic. I think I wrote this around 2012, probably as a fill for this prompt during a Gossip Girl promptathon:

No, no, I think it's more like a ghost That's been following us both Something vague that we're not seeing Something more like a feeling

I think I never posted because I felt like others had already done post-canon Dair reunions more justice. But begone, self-doubt!

There's a dream in my brain that just won't go away Dan/Blair  1162 words

Blair tells herself she's happy. Because happy is what happens when your dreams come true, right? When you get everything you ever wanted? Yes, of course she is happy.

She does not think about what ifs — does not imagine any other path but the one she has chosen. No Frost-ian ruminations about roads less traveled for her (no poetry whatsoever, in fact). Because what would be the point? She has finally (finally) won Chuck's heart, and Blair is blissfully, perfectly happy thankyouverymuch.

It's just… Maybe she expected the happiness to feel a little bit different. To be less heavy.

But it does not do to dwell, so Blair clutches the sparkling diamond ring around her neck until it leaves angry red imprints on her palm, and reminds herself that she is very, very happy.

***

Dan tells himself he's over her. He dabbles in revenge for a little while, writing nasty tell-all essays about everyone in his life and hoping they will fill the aching hole inside of him where her pithy insults about his hair used to be. He lets it all drain out of him like a thick, infected puss until he wakes up one morning and discovers there's nothing left but a nasty scar. And suddenly, he is sad instead of angry.

So Dan throws himself into new pursuits — he re-enrolls at NYU, gets another internship, dates as many tall blondes and redheads as his schedule allows. He rents a new apartment and does his best not to feel sentimental when he finds three of her DVDs and a pot of La Mer face cream tucked away in the bedside table he's cleaning out.

Tossing everything into the garbage with a purposefully casual flick, Dan thinks of Blair only in the abstract. They were together until they weren't. It was wonderful until it wasn't. Until she decided it wasn't.

Whatever, he's over it.

***

It's five years later when they see each other again, at a Saturday Film Forum matinee, of all places. Blair hears herself calling out his name before she can stop herself, and when Dan turns around he looks so perfectly like himself (messy hair, a knowing half smile pulling at his lips) that it nearly takes her breath away.

It takes four long strides for him to reach her, and just like that Dan Humphrey is standing in front of her again, two steaming cups of coffee clasped in his hands. For a split second, Blair imagines that they are 22 again and that one of those cups is for her. She flicks the thought away with a sharp intake of breath.

"Blair," Dan says finally, and it comes out far gentler than she expects. "Are you here to see Rebecca?"

"Of course," she says, fidgeting idly with the edges of her skirt. She forces her fingers to still against her thighs. "It's a classic."

"Hitchcock's best, some might say."

"Some might say. Not me."

Dan smiles in spite of himself. "North by Northwest is still your favorite I assume?"

Blair cocks her head to the side. "And you preferred –"

"Vertigo," he nods.

She smirks in spite of herself. "You always did have a weakness for blondes."

"A long time ago," he acknowledges.

"How have you been?" she asks, and it seems like such a silly thing to say that she finds a blush creeping up her cheeks. But Dan just tilts his head to the side and smiles.

"I'm good," he says simply. "How are you? How's work? Chuck?"

"Work is wonderful, busier than ever," Blair smiles. “And Chuck is…Somewhere in Europe right now, I think. It didn't work out."

Dan's eyes crinkle. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

She shrugs it off with a wave of her hand. "It's fine."

They hold each other’s gaze for a moment before Dan murmurs, “I only ever wanted you to be happy, you know…”

It’s such a Dan Humphrey thing to say. A shade too earnest. A little wounded. Perfectly sincere.

Blair feels a lump rise in her throat. She opens her mouth to reply, but just then a petite woman with an auburn bob slides up next to Dan with two matching striped bags of popcorn in her hands.

“The line was so long. I hope all the good seats aren’t taken.”

Dan seems to startle ever-so-slightly before remembering himself and sliding his eyes away from Blair to smile down at the other woman. He fumbles with the coffee cups in his hands, passing one to her as he takes one of the bags of popcorn in between his long fingers. 

"Blair, this is Tess. Tess, Blair. Blair and I…went to high school and college together."

Blair’s eyebrows lift before she can stop them, but she quickly schools her face into something more neutral. “Nice to meet you.”

"Are you seeing the movie?” Tess asks, her smile wide and bright. “I'm a Hitchcock virgin."

Blair purses her lips, an insult on the tip of her tongue before she catches Dan's knowing smirk and stops herself. "Well you'll love Rebecca. It's the only one of his movies that ever won Best Picture.”

"That's what Dan was saying."

"Go grab us some seats and I’ll be right in,” Dan says, and Blair tries not to notice the way he puts his hand against the small of Tess’ back before she walks away.

“Girlfriend?” Blair asks after a moment, when it’s just the two of them again.

“Not yet.” Then, “It’s new.”

“But it could be something?” she presses, unable to stop herself.

“Lots of things could be something,” Dan says vaguely, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the floor. Then he lifts his chin to look her right in the eyes. “If you get the timing right.”

They stare at each other for a few long moments before Blair finally says, “It was good to see you.”

Dan looks like he wants to say something else, but then he seems to think better of it. “Yeah, you too,” he says, then turns toward the theater doors.

Blair rocks back and forth on her kitten heels, staring at Dan’s back as he walks away. When he opens the doors and starts to disappear inside, she hears Joan Fontaine utter that haunting first line.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Blair sucks in a sharp breath and turns away from the theater. She’s not in the mood for a movie after all. 

***

Four hours and two glasses of wine later, Blair texts him, her fingers trembling over her phone. Maybe he doesn’t even have the same number.

Funny thing, I wasn’t happy.

Dan’s reply comes almost immediately.

Funny thing, I thought I was over you.

Blair bites the inside of her cheek, her heart racing as her fingers hover over the phone keyboard. Then:

Maybe we could get the timing right this time.

Maybe we could.

Want to get coffee tomorrow, Waldorf?

I thought you’d never ask, Humphrey.