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wroetominter · 6 months ago

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Platform Roulette - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n are good friends, and she tags along for a platform roulette video.

Pairing: George x Fem Reader

Warnings: none, fluff.

"And today, we have a special guest appearance, Y/n!" Arthur Hill introduced me to his video.

"Am I not also a special guest?" George questioned Arthur.

"Get out of my spotlight Clarkey" I snapped back, pushing him to the side and striking a pose in front of the camera. This earned a laugh from the two boys.

"As always, Arthur is running late, but as soon as he is here we will let him choose a number between one and ten to find out where we are going today.

As if on cue, Arthur strolled up to the group. "Hello everyone!" He said excitedly.

"About time mate," George said. Arthur rolled his eyes at him, looking over to Hill for his question.

"You know the drill, choose a number between one and ten Arthur"

After all too much deliberation, Arthur chose 6.

"Manchester!" I exclaimed, looking at the board.

"Bloody hell, this is going to be a long trip." George commented, looking up train times.

We all shrugged, with nothing better to do and knowing that it would be fun regardless.

Making our way to the shop, we picked our beverages and some snacks for the trip, I choose a canned cocktail, a cranberry vodka and some various beers that George recommend. I had never been one for beers much, but I didn't want to just drink cocktails and get drunk before we'd even left the station.

Situating ourselves on the train, I sat on the window side next to George, across from the Arthur's. We opened our first drinks, bantering back and forth trying to make some good content for the video.

By the time we had arrived in Manchester, we were all two drinks in and I was definitely feeling some of the alcohol. Cursing the fact I was a lightweight. "George," I looked around to him, catching his attention he turned to look at me. "Please don't let me get too drunk and die" he laughed. "I'm serious. I get weird when I get drunk and I will try and run off." He nodded, saluting causing me to laugh.

"I'll make sure you don't die, but I think being weird would make Arthur happy to have good content." I shrugged, it was fair enough.

We bounced around from a few different pubs, taking a few shots and attempting to split the G, which I failed miserably at. "How the fuck do you drink this?" I questioned, pushing the drink towards George who happily accepted it from me. He grabbed the glass, downing it in just a few drinks. I stared in amazement.

"You've had what," I counted on my hands "six or seven drinks now? How are you not drunk?" I asked.

He shrugged in response. "That's what I'm saying!" ArthurTV chimed in.

"Guess I'm just better than everyone?" George smirked. I slapped his arm lightly, knowing I was well on my way to being pissed in a matter of another drop of alcohol.

Arthur Hill decided it was time to take it to the streets, wanting to find something else to do as it was nearing 7pm. We passed a few shops, nothing really catching our eyes until we found a vintage shop that Arthur Hill and I got way too excited about. With all of us walking side by side, Arthur and I decided in our nearly drunken states to race to the shop.

"Last inside pays for dinner!" I said before running off, leaving George and ArthurTV behind as Arthur Hill and I ran off.

We found a bunch of cool knickknacks, and some vintage clothes that we ended up purchasing before heading to a restaurant not far away for dinner.

Once again, Arthur began to feed us drink after drink - playing a few drinking games - mainly rock paper scissors because we had lost all creativity with the amount of alcohol we had consumed.

Deciding to call it quits, we tallied up our drinks. George had won by a landslide of course, leaving the three of us in the dust. I was just happy I had at least beat Arthur Hill.

On the way back to the train, I had noticed George was quieter than usual, not making his normal jokes and conversation with me or the boys.

"Everything alright?" I asked him, nudging him slightly as we walked next to each other.

"Yeah yeah, fine." He gave me a half smile. I felt something was off but I couldn't pin something specific that could have been upsetting.

We got onto the train, our banter dying down as we all realized how late it was, and how much we had to drink. The boys dozed off, and our cameraman for the day sat across the walkway from us, starting to filter through the footage while I mindlessly scrolled through my phone.

"Y/n," he gestured to the laptop showing me some of the footage from the day. I squinted, trying to place this exact part of the day. It was as we were walking to the vintage shop.

I watched the scene I had lived a few short hours ago, and a realization washed over me as I watched the video.

A few moments before Arthur and I were going to sprint towards the shop, George had reached down for my hand, narrowly missing it before I began to sprint off. The camera caught the accidental airing of his hand holding, and his reaction. He signed and looked towards ArthurTV. "This has to be the universe telling me to stop trying" George said.

My jaw was basically on the floor of the train car after that statement. I had to be the most oblivious person on earth.

Snapped out of my thoughts, which apparently had been happening for awhile as we were now back at kings cross. "Coming?" George asked.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and following the boys off the train.

Their flat wasn't far from mine, so we all shared an uber to theirs and I decided to walk back to mine. "Walk me home?" I asked George as we got out of the car. He nodded, following me as we started the short walk.

I looked up to him as we walked together, taking in his features. He looked handsome as always, his hair now growing out more with little curls sticking out at the back. Almost instinctively I reached down and grabbed his hand. He tensed instantly, his head snapping down to our hands now intertwined.

"I didn't mean to run away from you" I said softly. He smirked, turning his head slightly to hide the blush on his face.

“I could have just told you I wanted to hold your hand instead of being a weirdo about it, to be fair.” I laughed. We had now made it into my building.

“Or I could have told you I had a crush on you” I admitted. It felt so weird to be admitting this to one of my closest friends.

“You have a crush on me?” He gave me that signature George smirk that makes your heart flutter. We stopped at the door of my flat, and I leaned my back onto it.

“And what if I do Clarkey?” I retorted, playing into his flirtatious nature.

He didn’t say anything, putting his hands on either side of me on my door. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. I tangled my hands in his hair, deepening the kiss, tasting the alcohol he had consumed tonight.

Pulling back for air, I smiled at him, giving him a few more small kisses. “Come inside?” I asked, knowing where this would lead.

“Absolutely.” He followed me inside.

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mo-aiki · 1 year ago

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Maximillian Black

Summary: The imperial dog, the hero of the Bloody 10 Year War, a prestigious war hero that somehow became your personal guard.

Warning: obsessive behavior, violence, slut shaming

A/N: THIS ART IS NOT MINE, IT'S THE MALE LEAD OF I TAMED MY EX-HUSBAND'S MAD DOG.

Connected to Yandere Isekai M. Characters x F. Reader

A ball.

A stupid one at that.

A ball ran by the royal family for congratulatories.

How stuffy.

The amount of fake people with fake smiles that surrounded him. He hated it. He was used to these fake smiles when he was younger. Working as a stableboy for a prominent polo club before running away and becoming a knight when he was 11. Everyone around him were terrible people.

Nobles who'd kill over a horse and servants who are willing to kill for them. Money is dangerous.

He was always blamed for everything. He was the youngest and the son of a brothel whore, starving for money, in thousands of coins in debt and taken in by an old man who was a stable man himself.

If a horse wasn't as fast as one servant claimed, the servant would blame it on him.

If a horse wasn't available, he would be blamed.

If a beloved horse died, he was blamed for letting it die.

He didn't want to be stuck as a stable boy. He hated everything. To live only to be thrown under the carriage by savages, from both the poor and the rich.

But when he was 10 years old, he saw something, or more like someone. A girl. Her face, lighting up when looking at the horse. It spooked him when he was surprised by her. "I'm sorry, but I really wanted to see the horse!"

Her eyes sparkled in delight when looking at the horses. "Could I pet one, or is that not okay with you?"

He was speechless with her beauty. Her nice voice, her (e/c) eyes with glitter in them, and her kindness and asking him, even though he was a lowly stable boy. The old man spoke for him. "You can pet the horses young lady. I'm sure people you understand."

Her eyes lighted up. "Thank you Mister..."

The old man took off his hat and held it. "My name is Otto, my lady..."

She smiled, a beautiful sight for his eyes. "Thank you Mr. Otto!"

She petted the horses as he watched in awe. The laughter and the smiling face of that young girl, stuck with him as a beautiful sight.

When he ran away, Mr. Otto was on his deathbed. The only one to take him in. He had told him to run, as far as he can before he becomes like one of them.

He ran, and ran, and ran. He wanted to run away from those looking for the money from his mother. He ended up at a mercenary camp, where he learned about how to protect himself.

He spent a lot of time with them. He had a gist on how to use a sword, but it definitely improved from the mercenaries. They were kind guys but were reckless and a tad bit unhinged at times.

But something all of them brought up were women. How their dream woman would be, what they liked about women, and even the nasty parts, he all heard.

But all of it brought him back to the girl he met at the polo stables with the most beautiful smile and personality. He couldn't help but think of her often.

She had appeared and disappeared in his life, leaving him in regret of not talking to her, the first time. He can only imagine her growing up, as he grew up. He trained for days with a new goal in mind, to meet her at any cost.

The mercenary group he was apart of were sent off to war against the rivaling empire over territorial disputes 6 years after the war had started. He was, as described by his comrades, a monster on the battlefield. He was recognized by the higher ups as someone who could lead troop morale and someone who could monstrously deal with the many soldiers and the creatures that came. He had dealt with the dragon the enemy empire managed to tame with a single hit from his sword, Glamdring.

All of this came from his motivation to survive and to see her once again. He had planned on leaving to find her, but the war dragged him in. He had originally wanted to run, but he overheard the talk about the prestige it would bring to him. If that girl was a noble, maybe he would impress her with his title and newfound fame.

And thus it led him to be the monster that he was, on the battlefield.

And now back at the ball. He held onto his wine glass, dressed in something he had never worn before. A white, heavily embroidered suit with a cape and a sash of all the medals for his accomplishments in the battlefield.

He only looked in disdain as all the noble ladies around him were drooling at his fit.

He went outside for a breath of fresh air. Walking along the garden until, he got to a fountain. He then saw a woman. Her (h/c) hair, perfectly laid, her dress, well thought out, and her hand holding the wine glass of half drunken champagne. He didn't know why, but somehow he was attracted to the woman sitting on the fountain edge.

He walked closer, to be bewitched by her looks, but somehow she felt familiar. Like someone he has been longing for. He was right next to her when she got spooked and almost fell into the fountain, while he caught her before she got wet.

Guiding her up and letting go of her waist, she looked at him. "Hello, thank you for catching me at that moment. May I ask for your name? I would like to repay you..."

He smiled. "My name is Maximillian Black, what is your's my lady?"

She smiled. "My name is (y/n) (l/n). Maximillian Black..."

She seemed to ponder for a few seconds. "Ah! You're the star of the ball tonight!"

He raised his eyebrow out of sarcasm. "Am I? Really?"

She laughed. Her laugh was beautiful to his ears. It almost reminded him of the little girl he met as a stable boy.

They walked and talked. He had never had a more enjoyable time then learning about you. But all of it was interrupted when a man's voice came in. "There you are (y/n)."

He looked directly at him as the woman turned her head towards him. "I have been looking for you since you said you needed to powder your face."

The woman blushed out of embarrassment. "Oh...I seemed to have spent too long out here, Duk-"

"I told you, you can call me Augustus, (y/n)"

The man held her hand as he pushed her towards his body. "I'm your fiancé after all...", he said, looking directly at him with a cold glare.

He had never felt so pissed after that interaction.

"Maximillian Black....MAXIMILLIAN BLACK?!"

Your voice, shocked as he stood right in front of you. A couple days later after the ball, the Emperor asked him a wish he could grant. He said, "To become a guard for the (l/n) family."

"Oh? Why my boy? Wouldn't you want riches?"

To Maximillian, riches were small in comparison to her. The Emperor granted his wish, and thus he became (y/n)'s personal guard.

He is always near her or at least 5 feet away. He always enjoyed the interactions he had with you more than anything. His favorite words were always your nickname for him. "Maxi! Could you please help me pick this orange? It's a bit too high for me to reach!"

"Maxi, could you sit down with me. I'll ask Anna to come as well."

"Maxi, I can deal with it myself. Do not fret. I will be careful!"

"Maxi, have you ever read this romance book? It is so sweet!"

Your kind and tender personality, melted his cold, stoic heart. But he soon saw how there were pest around you.

First was the stupid fiancé who never let you leave his sight, but always shooed him away like he was a pest. Giving you gifts of jewels, ribbons, dresses, bows, and books, he would beat him by a long shot just from his wealth alone. He did overhear that he was a Duke after all.

Second was the childhood best friend. The son of an Earl. Nobody was closer to you both physically and mentally than him. He would cuddle with you, get lap pillows, and be cared for. He wanted nothing more than to break him in half and tear him to shreds, but couldn't from his lineage alone. He was stage extreme of clinger.

And finally, third were all the men trying to flirt with you on a daily basis. He would shoo them, glare, threaten, and maybe if kill them if they didn't listen. Didn't matter if they were a noble or a peasant, someone filthy stained your ears.

He had to get rid of them.

He was in love after all, but at the end of the day, you were still going to get married to your fiancé, that arrogant duke.

He had overheard about your plans of annulment. He felt ecstatic, but his face looked the same.

Now all he had to do was to kidnap you and take you away to a forest to live out each other lives in peace, away from those pests. Easy enough, right?

"Night time would be safer to travel with a sleeping girl in my arms. Everyone is asleep after all..."

A/N: FINALLY DONE. NOW I CAN DO COMMISSION WORK OR IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ANOTHER TYPE OF YANDERE, I'M ALL EARS!!!!

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avoxrising · 2 years ago

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The Feral One • Chapter 6

Finnick Odair x Reader

Series Masterlist Link

I love writing pissed off Johanna dialogue!

Content warnings - death (it’s the hunger games)

As much as he wants to chase after you, he can’t. Katniss would kill you and he can’t abandon the plan, not until he can pass off babysitting duty to Johanna.

You spent the evening wandering the jungle, unnerved by every little noise you heard. After you left, you circled back the way you had originally come, hoping the others would carry on in the other direction.

Your arm was still bleeding but you didn’t care. It’s not like any sponsors were lining up to send you stuff. You’ll have to kill a career and steal their supplies using the only weapon you have, the arrow that landed in your arm.

A few hours after dark, the faces of the fallen appear in the sky. None of your allies are on the list so you don’t really care. It’s not like you knew these people.

You opt to go deeper into the jungle, opposite of where Finnick must be. This whole place is starting to look the same, though, and it’s hard to get your bearings.

Hours later, a gong rings twelve times. You don’t have time to ask yourself what it means as the hairs on your body stand up and a large blast of electricity shoots down mere yards away from you.

Lightning.

You have to move. Now. Your ears hurt and panic rises in your throat. They’re here to kill you. You’re gonna die.

Running, you collide with someone, another tribute. They don’t even have time to scream before your arrow is through their neck and their cannon is sounding. Move. Now.

You run until you can’t anymore, scared that something is chasing you. The game makers must have caused the lightning to force you and the other tribute closer together.

There were other canons throughout the night, but you paid no attention to them. You sat under a tree, hugging your knees, trying to ignore the burning in your dry throat and the pain in your arm. Of course Katniss had to shoot your dominant arm.

When the day is bright enough to illuminate your section of the jungle, you decide to head back towards where the lightning was. If another tribute was over there then there may be some food or water close by. Maybe they even had sponsors.

The sun is high in the sky by the time you make it back to where the fight occurred. There’s no trace of it but you know the spot. Your hair stands on edge again and you panic, knowing exactly what this means. The lightning strikes and you bolt, running from whoever must be near.

They’re going to kill you. You’re dead. You need to run faster.

You run downhill, towards what you think is the lake. Despite not being allowed in the ocean for the past five years, you’re probably still the second best swimmer in the arena behind Finnick. If you could lure whoever is chasing you into the water then you could drown them.

Your legs barely make it to the beach, completely drained from your lack of sleep and sustenance. Whoever was following you must have realized your plan and stopped. Maybe nobody followed you at all.

As you make your way out of the jungle and towards the water, you pause, spotting a large group of people a ways down the beach. It’s Finnick and his alliance. Maybe they would give you food, or shoot you. Honestly, who knows?

They spot you approaching and Katniss aims another arrow at you. You’re still clutching the one she shot you with in your hand, ready to stab anyone who comes near.

“Y/N!” Finnick exclaims as he runs over to you. “I was so worried.”

You look over at the group and back at him, silently asking if they’re ok with you being there. He sighs, realizing that Katniss probably isn’t ok with you being there but he needs you with him anyways. He can’t lose you.

“Have you eaten?” he asks. You shake your head no. “We have food and water. Oh! And some first aid stuff for your arm. Katniss is sorry by the way.”

“Skin?” you ask him. Noticing the scabs on his body and the cuts on his face.

“We got caught in some poisonous fog last night and ended up in a fight with some monkeys this morning,” he explains. “I’m alright. Nobody in our group has died except Blight. He hit the force field last night and they couldn’t revive him.”

You hum in response, catching a whiff of the fish Finnick must have caught for the group to eat. He notices your hunger and gently guides you to sit on the edge of the group close to Johanna and far away from Katniss.

“Glad you could join us feisty!” Johanna chuckles as you sit near her. You give her a shrug as if to say that you’re currently indifferent to your existence. She gets the memo.

“Nuts and Volts,” she states. “Have you met fiesty?”

The man and woman look up at the group.

“Yes,” Beetee replies. “I believe we briefly met Y/N at her victory tour celebration in the capital but it’s been many years. It is nice to see you again Y/N, although I wish it was under better circumstances.”

“You guys aren’t letting her stay with us, right?” Katniss asks and you tense up. They need her for their plan. You’re disposable.

“Back off firebird,” Johanna barks. “She’s sticking with us.”

“She tried to kill me!” Katniss exclaims.

“Because you touched her,” Johanna shouts. You flinch at the volume. “Rule numéro uno is don’t touch fiesty. Plus I thought you were a good fighter, Katnip. You mean to tell me you couldn’t win a fight against her? She hasn’t been outside in over five years. She’s practically harmless!”

“Let’s settle down,” Finnick states, noticing you becoming tense due to the yelling. “Here’s your fish Y/N. I’m gonna go grab you some water.” You smile at him in thanks and begin to eat the fish. The smile fades when you notice Katniss watching you eat like a hawk, so you turn around and sit with your back towards her while you eat.

You need to convince her of Johanna’s words. You’re harmless.

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joelismiller · 2 years ago

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misunderstanding

joel miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.0k

Summary: you liked joel and you really thought he liked you back.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (joel is in his fifties and reader is in her late twenties), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), jealousy, protective!joel, violence if you squint, no use of y/n

A/N: hi everyone my name is ariel and this is my first post ! I have never written for joel before and i have never written smut so please go easy on me and enjoy ! <3 (oh also i completely made up the currency idk how that works😭)

It hurts, you think.

Having an attachment to a man who has seemed to lose the ability to comprehend on an emotional level how to form one.

An exception of course made for one goofy teenager named Ellie Williams, which you can’t blame him for—she is an easy kid to love.

You however still can’t help but feel a little envious of the fourteen-year-old even if it is a silly kind of jealousy. You just wish you could be close to him—know him like no one else does or has.

It started 6 months ago: you had been living in Jackson for a whole year after braving the world overtaken by Cordyceps alone.

Tommy and a group of other people on patrol found you near the edge of town looking right about to just give up and keel over and allow fate to take over and decide if you should live or die from that point.

After making sure you were not infected, Tommy scooped you up and managed to get you back to town where Maria agreed to help nurse you back to health and eventually make you an official resident of Jackson.

You were given a house close to Tommy and Maria’s and they gave you a job at the local clothing shop of sorts; really just a place to trade or purchase clothing, bootlaces, etc. You began to not just live, but enjoy living—a fate you never thought you would be able to see for yourself after the events of the last twenty years.

It was more or less a life of routine and monotony, but it was more of a life you had before which is what made it special.

Then Joel Miller came in and ruined all of that.

Six months ago he rode into town with his little brunette companion for a second time after briefly visiting a while before. He walked up to Tommy and gave him a firm hug while confirming your hope that he indeed would be making himself a permanent member of the Jackson community.

His house with Ellie was only a few blocks away which allowed for you to wake up a little early to see him leave on his way to patrol.

Now the interaction that started your infatuation with the grumpy old man was nothing too special; at least probably to the man himself. However, to you, it made a very old and foreign feeling form in your gut.

Butterflies erupted just at the sight of Joel Miller’s beautiful brown eyes that, depending on the light, either shined a light honey-brown, or dark and rich, like the coffee beans you used to brew your coffee that morning.

His hair reflected his age—a fluffy mess of brown with graying streaks and a patchy beard to match.

And his broad shoulders and strong looking arms made it so you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up by him—consumed by him.

He looked awkward, you think, as he stood inside your shop looking around wordlessly. You decided to step out from behind the counter where you were going over some previous numbers for inventory to help the handsome man get what he came for.

“Hi there, can I help you look for anything specific?” you asked as you approached him slowly from across the room.

“Hi, um, I was just lookin' for a thicker coat than the one I already have—‘just got my first pay from patrolling.” He muttered, continuing to search the many tables and walls littered with all sorts of clothing items.

“Oh okay, for sure! If you just follow me they’re right over here.”

You began to lead him to a rack near the register which had a small assortment of heavy winter jackets. You were constantly selling out of them since Jackson was always cold no matter the season which is why there wasn’t a lot to choose from.

He took a look at the jackets and gave you a nod, “Thank you, um…” Joel trailed off as you breathlessly laughed and told him your name.

He repeated your name trying it out on his tongue; making you wish for nothing more than to hear him say it in his Southern drawl over and over and over-

“I’m Joel,” he stated simply and you gave him a smile and nod of your head, pretending like you hadn’t already done a bit of digging to find out the handsome newcomer’s name a couple months ago when he first visited.

“Well Joel, if you need anything I'll be back behind the register.”

You pointed over to the table with a broken old register that worked just well enough to store the currency the town came up with so there was an extra curtain of civilization despite the events that were anything but that.

You thought it was kind of stupid, but it worked and made people happy so who were you to say otherwise?

He nodded to let you know he heard you as you went back to your previous position: pretending the whole time you weren’t shamelessly ogling the rugged, big, Southern man mindlessly looking through the jackets.

He eventually settled on a nice tan one with flannel material on the inside lining with white fleece on the collar and cuffs.

You quickly looked back down to the inventory papers so you wouldn’t be caught staring when you heard his heavy footsteps approach the counter.

“I’ll take this one,” he grunted as he began to gather up some coins to give you in exchange for the warm, heavy jacket.

You quickly pushed his hand away to alert him that it wasn’t necessary, “You're new here right Joel?” You asked as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow and shook his head in agreement.

“Right, then consider it a welcoming gift—free of charge.”

You gave him a bright smile as he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head causing you to see the honey sparkle in his brown eyes under the bright store light.

“Ya sure? Jacket doesn’t look cheap,” Joel muttered, his gaze flickering to his boots.

“A hundred percent! You’re new and patrolling isn’t an easy job, accept it as a thank you for keeping us safe if anything,” you told him shyly, the smile never leaving your face.

He chuckled softly and nodded his head.

“Okay darlin’, well, thank you—much appreciated.”

You whispered a soft ‘yeah’ as his eyes looked over you, causing a burning feeling to spread throughout your whole body as if you were being branded. He gave you one last nod of his head as he began to turn around and leave the store.

Not to your surprise, an empty feeling immediately filled you in the presence of his absence.

You whispered to yourself to pull yourself together—that you’ve only met him once and that his effect on you should not be this intense.

It didn’t help however as every interaction after that caused your feelings for the large stand-offish man to only grow.

Whether it was a quick acknowledgement of each other when you happened to eat in the dining hall at the same time, or a wave of a hand when you left your houses at the same time in the morning as he headed to patrol and you headed to the store.

But your favorite interactions were when he would come into the store to maybe get a couple of new shirts for Ellie, or some new socks for himself.

Over time you felt him grow more comfortable around you as you did him. He would tell you about Ellie’s latest antics; swearing that the teen girl was trying to ‘send an old man to an early grave.’

You would giggle and tell him that he wasn’t that old and that Ellie was just a teen girl finally in a safe somewhat normal place where she can go to school and make actual friends.

“About that, I think I might needa talk with her teacher soon—she’s been missin too much school and heading off god knows where,” Joel confessed to you, a frown overtaking his aged features as his worry about his adopted daughter showed clear all over his face.

You shyly grabbed his hand across the register and gave it a small squeeze.

“Try not to worry about her too much Joel. She’s young and she didn’t get to have a normal childhood—It's only normal that school probably doesn’t matter too much to her after everything,” you explained hoping that your words may ease him a bit.

He didn’t respond right away, instead looking at where your much softer hand overlapped his bigger, calloused ones. An unreadable look came over his face before he gently took his hand away from yours and looked to the ground.

“Yeah you’re probably right,” he responded in that low tone of his as he slowly began to back up.

“I gotta go check and see if she made it home okay. It was nice seein ya.”

You barely were able to say another word, maybe apologize for touching his hand in such a careless way before his heavy boots were already heading out the door; the little bell ringing a hollow sound in your ears.

After that, you began to see less and less of Joel and it hurt to admit that it slowly felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

You hated yourself for thinking that all your interactions meant something to him; that when he started to come to the store, not even leaving with anything but a conversation with you, that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you felt for him.

Every time you even attempted waving at him in the morning when you both left—he just grunted and looked the other way—pretending like you weren’t even there.

The store was for some reason busier than usual today and you closed up feeling drained and ready to sleep. The long shift accompanied by the hollow feeling in your heart Joel had left caused you to want nothing more than to curl up and forget all the pain in nicer dreams where things were better between you, things were different.

Joel would hold your hand in your dream and walk you to work, leaving a kiss on your cheek and a whisper of having a good day as you giggled and kissed him right back—whispering the same sentiments.

You were shaken out of your daydream on your walk home when you spotted the very man at the center of all your thoughts on the porch of someone's house, a woman’s house.

She was gorgeous with long, blonde hair framing her face perfectly, while she looked up at Joel with gorgeous, crystal, blue eyes. She looked older than you too, maybe even closer to Joel’s age.

They laughed about something before she was leading him inside her house as he followed suit; the door shutting in a finality behind them.

You felt a mix of jealousy and an even greater sadness than before filling your belly as you continued what felt like the longest walk home in your life.

As soon as the door closed you slid down the old wood as tears and sobs that you couldn’t stop wracked your body.

You just didn’t understand; what changed, what did you do to make him start avoiding you?

And you knew how hard it was for Joel to come out of his shell, so why did it seem so easy for him to talk and laugh with that woman?

After what seemed like hours, you finally picked yourself off of the ground and trudged slowly to your bed where you collapsed immediately upon impact with the old tattered sheets.

Instead of the usual happy dreams about Joel, tonight you were plagued with endless nightmares of him and the mysterious blonde woman; standing in the place you usually would in your dreams about Joel.

You woke up in the morning with a feeling of restlessness as you readied yourself for another long day of work.

After work that night you decided to go to the Tipsy Bison which was Jackson’s bar that you would usually frequent when your nightmares from the time you were on your own came back to haunt you.

Mindless images of a group of clicker’s taking from you the only person you had left in your life since the virus took over: your best friend.

After she was gone it was just you, and that period never seemed to completely leave your mind even after a year in Jackson.

After last night’s sleep, you definitely needed a drink you thought to yourself as you made your way over. When you entered you saw that it was a pretty busy night for the Tipsy Bison as you did your best to find a seat towards the end of the bar.

Once you took a seat, you gave the bartender your drink order and surveyed the area to see who else was here as you waited for him to deliver your alcohol of choice. Your breathing stopped and your eyes widened when you noticed a familiar group of people at a table closer to the front of the bar.

There in all his ruggish, handsome glory was Joel Miller, smiling widely as he talked with Tommy, Maria, and her.

You quickly swung back around to face where your drink was just set in front of you as you begged the burn in the back of your eyes to go away.

Fuck this, you thought as you downed most of the drink in one go, using your hand to wipe away the bit that escaped at the corner of your lips.

You did your best to ignore the person that was at the center of all your sadness; drinking and drinking until you felt a familiar buzz kick in and begin to cloud your thoughts.

Right when you were about to order another drink, a skinny, tall, blonde boy walked over to where you were seated and said it was on him as he handed over a couple of coins.

“You didn’t have to do that but thanks, I guess,” you muttered, hoping your disinterest was a sign that you wanted to be left alone.

He smiled wide in a way that caused you to shiver, and not in a pleasurable way like when Joel would grace you with the corner of his lip twitching up, releasing a breathless laugh; but in a bad, unnerving way.

“Anything for a girl as pretty as you.”

He winked which caused you to roll your eyes and once again look away from him. “I’m not interested but again, thank you,” you told him with a finality in your voice that the man—no—boy, didn’t take very seriously.

“Aw come on don’t be like that I just wanna have some fun with you,” he said in a sleazy manner as he reached out to grip your shoulder.

You quickly shook him off but in your drunken haze, you accidentally fell off your chair onto the ground—single-handedly causing the whole bar’s eyes to turn onto you.

“Godammit, now you're just causing a fucking scene,” the man snarled at you, causing tears to form behind your eyes as this man's actions as well as having the entire bar watching the now-forming scene.

And if the night couldn’t get any worse, you hear the familiar sound of boots coming up behind the man and it takes just one glance to confirm your suspicions.

“What did you just say to her?”

You heard a deep voice growl out, a look of pure rage overtaking Joel’s features as he stood right in front of the blonde boy’s face.

“Look man I didn’t know she was taken, I was just tryna have a good time, you know?”

An animalistic sound leaves Joel’s mouth before he takes the boy’s arm and forcefully grabs it until he's facing the bar counter and his arm is pressed deep into his back.

“It don’t matter whether she’s taken or not, you never treat a woman like that,” he snarls into the shaking boy’s ear.

“I never wanna see you come near her again, you hear me?”

He shakes his head wildly until Joel finally releases him and he scatters out of the bar. The anger on Joel’s face morphs into one of concern as he gently stretches out a hand to help you up.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He questions softly as you bat his hand away and attempt to stand on your own.

“M’ fine,” you mutter as you stand on shaky legs—about to fall over when Joel rests his big hands on your shoulders to steady you. He chuckles and curls an arm around your waist as he begins to slowly lead you out the door.

“You sure darlin’? Cause’ you seem a lil drunk to me,” Joel says amused at your hindered state while you frown up at him.

“Don’t you have to go back to your girlfriend,” you huff out, avoiding looking at the grumpy man’s features.

“Girlfriend?” He responds confused, not understanding what you were talking about until he catches your eyes drifting to Veronica’s face—Ellie’s teacher.

After the day he left abruptly from your store, he sought out Ellie’s teacher Veronica. They have been having weekly meetings about how Ellie was doing in school as well as her continuous efforts to ditch class.

There was absolutely nothing romantic about it, the whole ordeal gave him a headache—a subject he was too old to be stressing about.

Besides, how could he dare think about anyone else when you had him wrapped around your little finger?

When he first saw you at your clothing store and you gave him his jacket for free, he knew you would be trouble.

And trouble you were as he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to visit you just to see you and hear your comforting voice promise him that all his worries about his adopted daughter were normal.

It was actually your idea that maybe he should at some point meet with Ellie’s teacher. But when your small hand wrapped around his he got scared— scared this could become something real.

Everyone he has ever gotten attached to he’s lost and he already accidentally went and got attached to Ellie, he didn't know if he had it in him to do it to another person.

And on top of that, he was a bad man, he had done horrible things. You were also so much younger and prettier than him—a sweet, soft thing Joel didn’t feel he deserved.

But looking at your heartbroken face now as you looked back at him and then at Veronica, he knew he messed up. He should have never started avoiding you.

It was never the answer, but Joel had never been good at feelings, this much is evident.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.”

The walk back from the Tipsy Bison to your house was a pretty close one, your hose only being about five minutes away.

Once you were at your door with a Joel who did not take “leave me alone” as an answer, you struggled to get the key in the lock in your drunken stupor which the large man beside you thankfully helped with.

“Let me do that, sweetheart,” he muttered as his big warm hands covered yours and twisted the key, letting the both of you inside.

“Joel, I don't feel so good…” you said shakily as Joel uttered a “shit” and quickly hurried you to the bathroom which he found pretty quickly—his hands quickly opening the toilet seat and finding purchase in your hair as he held it back, allowing you to empty the contents of your stomach.

“Joel I’m so sorry,” you groaned as a tear fell down your cheek; your sadness, tiredness, and embarrassment flooded in all at once with help from the lingering alcohol in your system.

He shushed you softly and cradled you to his chest taking a second to rock you until your tears stopped and you felt well enough to stand.

“How bout’ you brush your teeth and get your pajamas on—I’ll make you some tea then we’ll talk, yeah?”

You nodded as he gently brushed your cheek with his thumb causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach as he made his way to your kitchen to attempt to find the ingredients and mug he needed.

You cleaned yourself up: showered, brushed your teeth, and put on sleepwear which helped you come back to a clearer state of mind allowing confusion to overtake you.

Why was Joel here taking care of you, wouldn’t his girlfriend begin to ask questions?

You weren’t allowed to keep worrying yourself with your thoughts as a knock on your bedroom door brought you back to reality.

“May I come in? Made ya tea,” Joel’s voice rang out into your room softly as you muttered a quiet, “Sure.”

Joel stepped into the room and handed you the mug which you took a generous sip of—the honeyed flavor soothing your throat and stomach.

“Thank you so much, Joel, for walking me home and taking care of me. I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t go apologizing darlin’ you have done nothin’ to have to apologize for,” Joel interrupted sending you a soft smile as he went to pick up your hand laying on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the smooth skin.

In a reversal of roles, it was your turn to pull your hand away as Joel frowned and you looked to the floor; he should have expected that after everything that’s happened.

“I guess I deserve that,” he chuckles sadly as your turn to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Well you have a girlfriend and I bet it would make her uncomfortable if she knew you were holding my hand, Joel.”

Joel couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped him at your words which completely stopped when he saw your features form into one of anger.

“Why is that so funny? That’s why you stopped visiting and talking to me right? Because you found someone else.”

You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitterly or as venomously as you said it but you couldn’t help it. You have spent weeks suffering over his actions towards you and now he helps you home, takes care of you, holds your hand like nothing happened?

“M’ sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was laughing at you. It’s just that…” He trails off collecting himself. Joel sighs out your name and begins to tell you that Veronica is not his girlfriend and that she was just Ellie’s teacher.

He explains to you all about their meetings and that tonight was just him getting her a drink to thank her for all her help.

“I promise you darlin’ it wasn’t anythin’ more than that—don’t feel that way about her at all.”

You process all the information Joel just unloaded on you; and though you do feel relief, you still feel irritation and sadness as his complete throwing away of your friendship—abandoning you without a word. You tell him as much as he releases another sigh and looks down toward the wooden floor.

“Look, m’ not really good at this…” Joel starts, eyes flickering up to your face as he continues.

“But coming into the shop and talkin’ to you started becoming the best parts of my day, sweetheart,” he pauses to give you a look of sincerity and to try holding your hand again—and this time— you let him.

“And I was just downright a coward and instead of facing my feelings I shut you out completely and I feel so fucking awful darlin’ I’m so sorry.” He whispers, tightening his grip on your hand.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I'm hoping you can forgive me and that maybe we can try to be somethin. I don’t know if I’ll be very good at it and I’m so much older than you, but-”

You cut Joel’s rambling off by pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. You begin to pull away when you don’t feel him kissing back, but he doesn’t give you a chance as he cups your head in a big hand and begins to kiss back with more fervor.

“Joel,” you whimper as he begins to lay you back on your bed, his tongue licking the seam of your bottom lip asking for entrance into your soft, warm mouth—which you immediately allow.

“Shhh, darlin’ will you lemme take care of ya? Wanna make you feel so good baby, make up for how bad I've been actin’.”

You let out a moan when you feel the rough denim of his jeans buck up into your soft sleep shorts making contact with your clothed cunt.

“Please Joel, need you so bad,” you whine as he starts to place kisses from your jaw down to your neck—slightly nipping and leaving a trail of small red spots in their wake, which he soothes with his tongue causing a high pitched whimper to leave your lips; beads of frustration beginning to gather at the corner of your lashes.

“I got you sweetheart, I’m right here, can I take this off?” Joel questions as he lifts the hem of your tank top.

You nodded quickly as he borderline rips it over your head, quickly latching a mouth onto one of your nipples as he massages the neglected one with his hand.

“Ohmygod-” you cry as he expertly flicks the bud with his tongue, soon moving over to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

Arousal pools in your gut as Joel groans, beginning to leave kisses from your sternum, down to the soft skin of your belly, and right to the hem of your sleep shorts.

He leaves a soft kiss there and looks up to you to ask for permission to take them off. You nod vigorously but he shakes his head and leans down more to press a kiss to your clothed core, emitting a loud gasp from your mouth.

“I need words darlin',” he states, glancing back up to you as you vocalize your permission. Joel wastes no time in taking your shorts down in one quick motion once you say yes—leaving you in your white lacy panties.

He runs a finger over the damp spot in your panties and then brings his arched nose close to the spot to breathe you in as well as to lick your folds through the cotton, his nose perfectly bumping your clit in this position causing you to squirm and moan his name.

“Joel please,” you begged as he pulled away and began to run soothing circles into the soft skin of your thighs.

“Please what baby, tell me what you need,” he demands as you try to buck your hips up to his mouth, but he won't let you, strong hands keeping you in place.

“Your tongue Joel I need your tongue,” you whimper but he shakes his head.

“Where do you need my tongue, baby? Gotta tell me if you wanna cum, sweet girl.”

You whine in embarrassment and look down to see Joel Miller with the smuggest smirk you have ever seen.

“I need your tongue on my pussy Joel, please take off my panties and use your tongue,” you beg as he chuckles and gently removes the white lace—quickly stuffing it in his back pocket before you can see.

“Good girl baby, that s’all I needed,” he murmurs as his tongue comes into contact with the bare skin of your folds causing you to gasp his name and grab his salt and pepper hair to hold him against your cunt.

“Oh my god Joel that feels so good!” You cry as his tongue moves from licking solid stripes against your folds to suckling gently on your clit, as your legs threaten to squeeze around his head.

“Fucking Christ sweetheart, you taste so good, can’t get enough of you,” he groans as he continues to lick into you—the coil in your tummy beginning to tighten but you need more to get you to your high.

“Mmm your fingers Joel, please I need your fingers,” you groan, causing Joel to growl against your pussy, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure.

“Okay baby, think you can take two, huh?” he murmurs as he presses several small kisses to the inside of your thigh.

You whimper a small “yes” as he gathers your slick on his middle and ring finger—the burn you feel from the sheer girth of his fingers stretching you open fades into a dull bliss.

“J-Joel I’m close,” you alert him as you buck into his face and fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Yeah, baby? C’mon then cum for me sweetheart, let go,” Joel coos gently and that’s all it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap—a stream of your slick gushing out all over his face and onto the scruff of his beard.

He continues to lick you through it until you're shuttering and mewling from the overstimulation. He pulls away with a large grin on his face as he reaches down to kiss you passionately, the sweetness of your fluids on his tongue making the kiss that much sweeter.

He wiped the rest of you off of his beard before giving you small pecks all over your face until you were giggling and he was chuckling.

“I am sorry y’know,” he whispered in that silky smooth voice of his. You cupped his cheek with your hand, rubbing circles into the scratchy skin.

“I know.”

Joel got up to get a wet cloth to clean you up. He then took his time putting your sleepwear back on—leaving gentle kisses and massaging every inch of your body he could see.

He ended up spending the night as you curled into his strong arms as he stroked your hair until he felt your breathing even out as slumber took over you.

He stayed up and watched you for a while until he soon fell victim to sleep; the thought of him finally being able to be completely happy despite everything was a comfortable thought, and it was all because of you.

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xoxo-sarah · 1 year ago

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Ms. Perfect

↝a/n: this is an old idea that I had in the back of my notes app. Oops.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

↝warning: death, widow!Reader, apocalypse, mean! Daryl, swearing, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 4.23.24

Daryl wasn't sure why he hated you so much. You were nice to everyone around you, even understanding. But the sight of you makes the blood in his veins boil.

It became a routine; you and him sniping at each other, digging up trauma neither of you really wanted to. He just got under your skin. Like now.

“Sorry, in case you haven' noticed, the world ain't all rainbows and sunshine anymore. We don't shit money to buy the newest thing. Life is different, Doll. Get used to it.” He drawled, his eyebrows scrunched together.

There he goes again.

You weren't even talking to or about him, but he had heard you. That had been enough for him to butt in, apparently.

Ever since you had stumbled your way into Daryl's group early on, Daryl had had it out for you. At the creek, he would be pointing out how your hair had to have been done recently. Your jewelry, clothes, how smooth your skin looked from the expensive moisturizers and night creams you had to use, your newly manicured nails- ignoring the dirt and blood underneath-, and the shine in your eyes. You didn't have the shine at first, but when you would hang out with Carol, you would smile, and the recent glazed look was gone.

Your eyes shone brightly like the stars in the countryside. Not that you would know. You probably never had the chance to see how bright the stars shone in the city.

You were unbothered by the people at the campsite, keeping to yourself. You didn't have to worry about anything when the world was built for your liking and convenience.

Daryl despised you and that god-awful rock on your finger that could feed him for probably 6 months to a year. He glared at the ring every chance he got—so much so that you eventually yanked it off, throwing it in the murky pond.

Even after leaving the campsite, you stayed with the group, arguing with Daryl along the way.

“I get it, you're used to having people do everything for you, but we're not always going to be with you, Princess. Sorry life now is so much different from your perfect life before.” For a quiet guy, he always had so much to say to you. All negative.

You bit your cheek, glancing from Maggie—who you were originally talking to—to the dirty man in front of you. "Yeah-I had the perfect life. I had the fiancé that I couldn't wait to marry. I had the apartment that I had the luxury to design with my mother, gushing about the difference wallpapers." You smiled at the memory. Your mother had been so happy for you. "I had the fluffy dog that had its own room. I had the dad who would always talk about playing catch with his future grandchild. I had the money where I didn't have to worry about anything in life." You didn't falter as you felt behind your eyes begin to burn. " I did, alright? I had the life that almost every little girl dreams about. But it was yanked out of my hands, like everyone else's. One day, I didn't wake up to my fiancé kissing me, or the smell of burnt toast-- cause he didn't know how to cook. I woke up to him nowhere in sight. Instead, I heard yelling outside the door, car horns honking outside of the windows. When I opened the door, I saw my neighbors with white eyes, growling and clawing at the skin of the man I was going to marry and grow old with. His screams will haunt me 'til the day I die. But you will not ever hear me feeling bad for myself. I did have the perfect life, but that doesn't matter now. So, get over -yourself-, cause I am just trying to survive just like you."

Daryl watched your eyes gloss over, your nostrils flare. You were rightfully pissed. And right. He hadn't heard you weep for your past-- ever. You had jumped right into survival mode as soon as he laid eyes on you. You had held your own too- most people called you a badass, Daryl wouldn't let himself verbally agree. With that, you turned and walked away. Maggie shuffled awkwardly, glancing from you to Daryl. She wore a disappointed frown.

Weeks. You ignored his existence for weeks, 2 weeks to be exact. Everytime he would go up to you, you would walk away. Even if you were in the middle to a conversation. The person you were talking to wouldn't mind, really. They would've known about your bitter back-and-forth. They wouldn't think anything of it.

Daryl just wishes you would give him a chance to at least try to apologize. After you had let your walls down and told him about what the end of the world was like for you, he felt bad - pathetic, even. He was so jealous about how you lived before the outbreak, he didn't care about how it had affected you. He should've.

The moonlight led him towards your house, his hands fidgeting. The streets were silent, everyone already in bed. He hadn't been able to sleep. The thought of you kept him up in a different way than before.

His knuckles hovered over your door. You had to be in bed. Was it worth it? You would probably be too tired to yell at him. He knocked.

It took a minute for the door to open. You stood, rubbing sleep from your eyes, a sleep frown on your face. At the sight in front of you, your hand dropped, your sleepy eyes immediately rolling in annoyance. "Oh my god-" You tried to close the door, but his boot caught it before it could close all the way. "Move your foot, Dixon."

"Listen." His eyes were pleading, something you weren't used to. You kept the door open when he reluctantly moved his boot. " 'm sorry."

You scoffed, Sure, you are."

" 'm serious. " He looked at the floor as he brought his hand up, turning it and showing his hand. "Not sure why I kept it." At the sight of your ring, tears bordered your eyes. Your head pressed against the side of the door as your body shook with a silent sob. Daryl didn't look at you. He let you grieve for whatever you wanted to in that moment. He let you have that moment. After your sobs died down, his calloused hand took yours, opening your hand and dropping the ring into your palm.

"You're a dick." You hiccupped.

"I know."

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handmade-witch · 1 year ago

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part 6 of Slytherin Boys x Incorrect Quotes~~

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5

Draco: Am I right, Mattheo?

Mattheo: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

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Mattheo: I’d kill someone if you asked me to.

[Y/N]: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

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Theodore: Can I ask you for a favor?

[Y/N]: I would literally die for you, but continue.

Theodore: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

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Mattheo: Is something burning?

Lorenzo, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Mattheo: Lorenzo, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Lorenzo: Are you okay?

[Y/N], crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Lorenzo: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to [Y/N]?

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[Y/N]: I’m sad.

Lorenzo: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Lorenzo: And das not good.

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Blaise: You know you can die from that, right?

Theodore: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Mattheo: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

[Y/N] and Lorenzo: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

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Kidnapper: We have your child

[Y/N]: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

[Y/N]: Oh god, you have Draco

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Theodore: Where are you going?

[Y/N]: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Theodore: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Mattheo, knowing full well that Theodore got [Y/N] an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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[Y/N]: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Mattheo: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

[Y/N]: You don’t have to wear…

Mattheo: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

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Theodore: Hey Blaise, do you wanna help us?

Blaise: Oh, I would... but I don’t want to.

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Theodore: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Mattheo: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

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Mattheo: I am the most responsible person in the group.

Blaise: …You just set the kitchen on fire.

Mattheo: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.

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[Y/N]: We need to open this locked door. Blaise, give me your credit card.

Blaise: Here.

[Y/N], pocketing it: Thanks. Mattheo, break down the door.

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[Y/N]: We all have our demons.

[Y/N], grabbing Mattheo: This one’s mine.

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Mattheo: This date is boring!

[Y/N]: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Mattheo: Then why did you invite me?

[Y/N]: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you [Y/N] I'll do whatever I want!

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[Y/N]: Why are you following me?

Theodore: Because we're dating now.

[Y/N]: Okay... what about Mattheo?

Theodore: We're a package deal.

Mattheo: Buy one idiot, get one free.

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Mattheo: *sneaking in through their window*

Lorenzo: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Mattheo: I was with Theodore?

Theodore: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

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Mattheo: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

[Y/N]: But we lost Draco.

Mattheo: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

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theangelcatalogue · 1 year ago

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YANDERE 2012!TMNT WITH VILLAIN!DARLING(THAT WORKS WITH/FOR ANOTHER VILLAIN)!☆

Part two of this! -> ❔

Gender neutral reader!

Romantic!

Team up!

TW: TRACKERS, STALKING, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, SWEARING, YANDERES, MANIPULATION, GUILTY TRIP, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, I MADE P/N MALE AND MADE BY A MINOR! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! IF I MISSED SOMETHING TELL ME

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☆ -> Sooo, what if the other turtles(and April and Casey!) also fall for you? That's what happens!

★ -> Oh Lord.

☆ -> Well, i don't know how, but the you got more yanderes!

★ -> With this 6 team up!(Raphael, Mikey, Donnie, Leo, April and Casey), you have to expect some things like: Possible stalking, trackers, and EXTREME violence towards P/N

☆ -> Sometimes they ignore you to fight with P/N, what makes have to help him after the fight, in most of them he is bleeding and many bruises

★ -> Raphael made sure he would feel pain, never take something that is not yours

☆ -> The turtles always finds yours and P/N location, it started ask yourself how? Just how?

★ -> Ask Donnie and his genius mind! He made sure the trackers wouldn't be noticed! He is happy that works

☆ -> To be honest they never understand what you saw in P/N and your both relationship, he calls you the worst things ever! And the way he treats you! He say the worst things for you and after that acts like nothing happend!

" Sir i think they have some type of protection! "

" OH DON'T TELL ME! REALLY? YOUR STUPID BITCH- " (P/N)

★ -> They would never do that!

☆ -> Ah and the masters of manipulation! Leo and Mikey! They told you so many things to try to convince you to give up and go to the lair with them!

" If you come back with us! You would love! "

" Come on Y/N! I know you are better than this! "

★ -> Can't forget April and Casey! Casey flirting a little with you and April always worried if you are ok!

" Y/N! Are you ok? " (A)

*Asking yourself why that fuck she cares about you*

" Looking good! Changed of super villain uniform? " (C) (To y/n)

*Confused as fuck* (P/N and Y/N)

★ -> P/N and you are just confused at the situation, like what is wrong with them?

☆ -> And you are so tired of hearing the: " Come with us to the lair! " ; " You are better than this! " ; " You can be a good person " ;

★ -> Also you need to be careful with P/N since they won't go easy on them

" Time to end with this- "

*Notices P/N in danger while fight with one of the turtles*

" P/N!!! "

☆ -> You can't let your partner die! And the group just want to end with this and bring you to the lair! Just that! It's too much to ask!?

★ -> But everyone except Leo and maybe Mikey(?) knows that you aren't a really good person, but hey this dont't stop them

☆ -> They focus more on capture you with some type of trap that hurt you, and P/N already noticed that, and is really worried with you

★ -> Like they have the violent one(?), the manipulator one, the genius one, the over protective one and the almost normal ones, ALMOST, but how we know they are not

☆ -> They noticed that P/N is more with you and really closer! Jealous

★ -> They need a plan to bring you with them now.

☆ -> And take care of P/N.

Songs! -> 💌 ❔ 🐢

-★-

NOTES:

✮ That's so bad wth, i am going to remake that and part one gosh✮

✮ Anyways i am going to write more about this cause yeah ✮

✮ P/N means Partner's name! You can see as romantic or platonic! ✮

✮ Please take care of yourself! <3 ✮

✮ Some memes: ✮

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mytaegiheart · 1 month ago

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Double Exposure Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I wonder if I can make a run for it?

That was the question foremost in your thoughts as your friends dragged you to the doors of Pandora's Box that night.

They even made you wear a glitter crown and a sash over your chest that read 'Birthday Girl', like you were the main event at an auction.

You really wanted to be home, snuggled up in your bed, eating ice cream and watching cheesy horror movies.

Did that happen?

Nope.

They dragged you out of bed the moment they saw you. You regret giving your best friend your spare key.

Note to self: get locks changed.

You wanted to wear your most comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt with your favorite leather jacket.

Did that happen?

Nope.

Your friends raided your closet upon arrival to your apartment and found a combination of the shortest top you owned and a skirt that barely covered your ass.

I hate all of you and I hope your pillows are hot every night.

Payback was going to be a bitch when this night was finally over.

You loved your friends, would even die for them, but in that moment – you wanted to murder them.

Maybe they won't let us in.

That was your next thought.

Did that happen?

NOPE!

The minute the door bouncers saw your birthday sash, they immediately let you in.

Maybe if I throw myself to the floor and throw a tantrum they'll kick us out.

Yeah, that probably would last 2 seconds before Yelena knocked you senseless for being an idiot and ruining the night that she had planned for months.

You finally sighed, resigned to your fate.

Your group immediately headed for the bar and you were glad for it. You needed something alcoholic to get through this night.

“Hey, what can I get ya?” one of the bartenders asked upon approach.

“Margarita, no salt, on the rocks.” you immediately replied.

“You got it, beautiful.” he winked at you before starting your drink.

I'm not rolling my eyes. I am not rolling my eyes.

He was back in a hot second with a perfectly made drink and you pulled out your wallet.

“On the house. Birthday girls get free drinks tonight.” he grinned, walking away to serve another patron.

Bonus. Goal: get black out drunk and not have to deal with a private strip show.

As if your friends would let you miss that opportunity.

A few drinks down and a couple of hours later, you were starting to feel pretty good. The stage show had been great and you laughed your ass off when one of your friends in your group got pulled up on the stage with the male strippers and got squashed in the middle.

If you knew what was coming your direction, you probably wouldn't have laughed.

4 hours into your birthday celebration, one of the club attendants approached your table.

“Ms Y/n? Would you come with me please?” he asked politely. You looked up at him, a confused look on your face.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, Ms. But your friends got you a special gift for your birthday and I am to direct you to the appropriate location.”

Your head snapped around to your friends and they were all grinning at you.

“What did you do?” you demanded as you got to your feet.

“You'll find out! Have fun!” Yelena called out as the attendant lead you away.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

#bts #jung hoseok #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #Double Exposure

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universitysunflowers · 1 year ago

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Ok I've had some time to process heres my detailed thoughts (TBB spoilers)

First I want to get my biggest issue with the finale out of the way - Tech and CX-2. I have been delusional about him but not to the point that I wouldn't accept his death or other clones as CX-2, and I was staying open. But then they went and did exactly what I hoped they wouldn't: they gave us no confirmation of his identity at all and left him thumbtacked to a wall with no face reveal. Not only is this exactly what they did in Ahsoka, but I also feel like it left a huge gap in the finale storyline. They put so much emphasis on him throughout season 3, including the last episode, and we got nothing out of it. I also felt like this made Tech's death kind of meaningless?? Which I absolutely hate saying because of what he sacrificed in season 2, but why kill him when the rest of the batch gets to live happily on Pabu and grow old with Omega? Maybe the writers had a good reason and I just didn't pick up on it?

I also felt like we were gaslit into thinking it was Tech, only for the ending to imply he's been gone the whole time. Domicile? Phee? CX-2's fight with Crosshair and the waterfall? the way he got the most screen time out of a group that was so clearly meant to be an imperial reflection of the original squad? Idk guys I feel like we got cheated there.

I also wish we got some idea of what happened to Wolffe and Cody, but maybe that is an opening for another show? perhaps?

Ok now that that is out of the way I can talk about how much I absolutely loved the rest of the finale.

Emerie's character development was amazing I've been routing for her since the season 2 finale and you know those Jango Fett genes are coming in strong she will take such good care of those kids for as long as they need. I also think it would be cool to see her again in future productions, her character definitely has potential.

Echo survived!! All the parallels between him and CW season 6 Fives had me terrified that he was about to die but that arc trooper experience paid off. His reaction to Omega freeing the zillo is by far one of my favorite parts of the episode he was so proud of her and I was glad to see him work so well with Emerie. I am also fully ready to enjoy Echo and Rex leading a clone rebellion whenever they deem us deserving of it (looking at you Filoni). I know we don't have proof of anything but there are still to many unanswered questions surrounding the clones, I hope they finish those storylines.

The last Domino is still standing, they would be so proud of him (and his dad jokes).

Hemlock finally got what he deserved and oh I was so happy that Hunter was the one who did it, especially after all the batch went through because of him. And what came after that? Even better. We finally got a Crosshair and Omega hug (plus Hunter) and they all made it off Tantiss alive I mean what more could we ask for?

I have so many feelings on the ending and the epilogue and I'm not really sure how to put them into words but my first instinct when I finished the episode was to spend 40 minutes c r y i n g

they got a happy ending? they have peace and happiness on Pabu and got to see Omega grow up? Omega is going to fly with the rebellion and fight back against the empire?

and Tech will be with her the whole time???

I am unwell. This has left me emotionally unstable. Not only is that the best ending I could have hoped for given the past seasons but it is also such an amazing last look at their family. No matter how you think of them you have to admit Hunter was right, she is their kid and that will never change. That line alone will be living in my head rent free from here on out. Her last talk with Hunter was so well done and is one of the best moments in the whole show, but honestly Tech's goggles on her ship's dash is what broke me; he would be so proud of her I need at least 3-5 business days to process this.

Yes I have my issues with the unfinished storylines but wow that finale was something I don't think I will ever recover from. It may be one of the best endings we have ever seen in star wars. Like I said, I have a lot feelings and if I tried to put them all in a post it would have to be a multi-volume novel.

If you made it this far thank you! Feel free to add your own thoughts I like hearing what other people have to say. I'm just going to go burrow straight into the ground now and pretend I don't have finals next week because honestly who can be productive after something like that?

Oddly enough this is making me want to go back and watch the Clone Wars again, maybe Rebels too? Definitely making me nostalgic.

#tbb #star wars #the bad batch #she took Lula and Gonky with her that was so cute #tbb season 3 #I'll just be here #sobbing #the bad batch season 3 #thank you for 3 amazing seasons #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb echo #tbb emerie #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair

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kitthepurplepotato · 2 years ago

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Week 6 Part 2 - Bring it on! 🪵🔥🍻

Summary: The group settles on the lovely clearing in the middle of the forest and enjoys a meal with a few drinks. Denki shows off his nonexistent bartender skills and makes Midoriya drunk. Y/N teases Katsuki but she stays alive for everyone’s surprise. Midoriya drinks some more to ease his worry… why is the empty chair giggling?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk people (they are safe, class prez is on it!) , swear words, mentions of a box of condom?

First Part Master List

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When you step out of the bus you find yourself on a lovely clearing in the middle of the forest; there is a river in the distance, hidden only by a few trees, giving the camper just enough privacy to wash themselves, but it’s close enough to not get lost in the dark. By the look of it, you will be the only group camping in the area as there is no sign of other campers anywhere; you can see some cabins, still in walking distance but that’s all.

“Listen, team!” Iida speaks up, his voice loud and strong.

“Tell us, Class Prez!” Kaminari chimes in, making the hero embarrassed, but he continues in the same, strong tone.

“We rented out the whole camping site so we can enjoy some privacy. There is a public toilet around the cabins, in case anyone’s uncomfortable to do their thing in the woods; it also has a shower. Please, refrain from sprinting to the river naked.” He looks at Kirishima and Denki while he says that and you can’t help but laugh. “As always, drinking is allowed but please, be reasonable; we are really far away from the city so you’ll probably end up dead before you get to a hospital.” … and he looks at Denki again. You really want to fold in two and laugh until you die. Kaminari looks like he’s about to speak up, but Iida doesn’t let him. “And no, I won’t recipro burst you to the hospital again, I’m also here to wind down.” He sighs, letting Momo take over.

“Iida really covered the basics, but I would like to add a few things as well; Ashido, no stripping games and no Truth or Dares. We are not in high school anymore.” Mina whines at that but nods. “Ochako, no midnight snacking. Bakugou, please refrain from using a deadly amount of spice when you cook. I had to call in sick the last time you made us food because all my creations came out in flames, burning to ashes before we had the chance to use them.” Katsuki snorts an almost silent “weakling” but nods; by the way his eyes shine with mischief he won’t actually listen. “Shinsou, I know Denki can be annoying when he drinks, but try not to freak out Y/N by binding Denki to a tree like you did the last time. There is already a gossip in the nearby city about a wailing dead woman in the woods thanks to you. I think that’s it.” Momo finishes and looks at Shouto expectantly; it’s not over.

“Don’t worry Shinsou, my man, I’ll do it for you if it’s needed!” Sero whispers into Shinsou’s ears.

“Deal.” He answers and they fist bump mischievously. Kaminari yelps. You love these people so much.

“Now let’s see who’s sharing a tent with who.” Shouto grabs his little book, the same he used to read your names from.

“Can’t we choose?!” Denki whines, but he gets shushed by Iida right away. This really is a fucking school trip, what the fuck.

“Tent 1, Katsuki and Eijirou. Tent 2, Denki, Hitoshi and Hanta, Tent 3, Tsuyu and Ochako. Tent 4, Momo and Mina. Tent 5, Deku, Iida and myself, Tent 6, Kyouka and Y/N. There is also a spare tent for any emergencies.”

For your surprise, Midoriya doesn’t look too happy about the distribution; he stares at the ground like a sad puppy while kicking into a small stone over and over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You whisper into his ear, your voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine, I just zoned out!” He laughs, but you know him enough to know he’s lying but you decide not to pry. “You need to be really happy to be able to have some bonding time with Kyouka, she was quite busy in the last few weeks.” He smiles again and looks back at group, ending the conversation.

After the tents are put up and ready to be slept in the group meets up in the middle of the clearing where Shouto is trying to start the fire.

Kirishima and Bakugou are busy with the food preparations; Kirishima peels while Bakugou cuts; Ochako is supposed to be on marshmallow duty but she gets banned from the job almost right away after eating half of the bag; Shinsou is in charge for the alcohol, or to be exact, of keeping Denki far away from it, while the rest of the team helps to set up the collapsible chairs and tables. Deku busies himself with the Non-alcoholic drinks; there are several options available in case someone isn’t a big drinker; there are different juices, soft drinks and of course, a massive amount of water. Midoriya pours himself a glass of orange juice and plops down next to you; as the stew cooks on the camping gas stove, the team gets together for the first round of drinks, handed out by KAMINARI.

“Wait, isn’t he banned from this activity?!” You ask Jirou, but she only rolls her eyes.

“He’s allowed to do the first round, but nothing else after. You won’t die from one shot but you might die from two.”

Splendid. The thing in your cup smells absolutely atrocious. It’s so strong it stings your eyes. You can’t wait to throw up after.

“To the new addition to our family!” Iida raises his cup and everyone cheers; the whole gang drinks the concoction in one go while you can’t even make it through the first sip without gagging.

“Let me take that from you, Sweet Pea.” Deku takes the cup from your hand and drinks it for you, making the whole gang cheer again at his chivalry.

“Awwwww!” Mina coos with a fond smile. “Find yourself a man who drinks two of Denki’s disgusting concoctions just to keep his loved one happy. Fuck, I’m so jelly.” She sighs, making you blush like a teen.

“He’s so manly!” Kirishima grins while stirring the food, but Katsuki slaps him on the forehead.

“Focus on the food, Shitty Head!”

“Yes, boss.” He mumbles and goes back to stir the food silently. He’s just about to finish his own drink when Katsuki takes it out of his hand and chugs it down. The sparkles in Kirishima’s eyes are actually visible.

“I need you to be sober until the food is done.” Katsuki says nonchalantly but his cheeks are already pink from the alcohol.

Oh, before you forget…

“Hey, Bakugou, I forgot to give you this!” You stand up and make your way to the small cooking station. You discreetly put something in Katsuki’s hands who looks at you questioningly but accepts the “present” anyway. When he opens his palms to see what’s inside his whole face turns tomato red.

“What the fuck, freeloader?!” Katsuki stares at the box of condoms in his hands. Yes, you are a little shit and it feels amazing to be one, thank you very much.

“Well, you asked me to bring some so I did. Have fun!” You chirp and sit back on your chair between a red faced, utterly confused Deku and a crying/laughing Jirou.

“If you fornicate in my tent, please let me know so I can burn it to a crisp.” Shouto deadpans while half of the team; the ones in the Deku’s Daycare group chat; laughs maniacally at your shenanigans.

“I fucking love her already.” Mina says between two laughing fits.

“I have no idea what’s going on but Y/N is the bravest woman I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.” Ochako looks at you like you are the best fucking thing in the world. This friend group is really weird but you love it here.

“I’ll absolutely murder you with my spiciest fucking chili tonight.” He yells viciously while the gang continues laughing.

“Oh well, thank god I love spicy food.” You wink and that was the last straw apparently; the blonde stomps away from the group grumpily.

“I’m going to see the river.”

“I heard cold water is good for burns.” Kaminari yells after him, barely avoiding Dynamight’s signature EP shot that comes towards him. You get a little bit flustered by the sudden noise so Midoriya pulls you close right away, covering your ears from the sound; when you look up you see him glaring daggers at Katsuki who doesn’t even bother to stop in his tracks.

“Asshole.” Midoriya grumbles. “Are you okay?“

“I might be quirkless, but I live in the world of quirks. I just got scared from the sudden noise, that’s all. I’m surprised he didn’t blow ME up to be honest, I really shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone.” You sigh, moving away from Midoriya; he looks at you with a hint of disappointment, his arms reluctant to let you go so soon. “I’ll apologize, just enjoy the company, yeah?” You smile and make your way to the river; Midoriya grabs your hand, looking at you with worried eyes; he bites his lips anxiously as he thinks about what to say next.

“Just… come back soon, okay?” He mumbles with a hint of a blush on his freckled cheeks, probably from the alcohol; he drank more than anyone else in the group.

“Always.” You smile as you make your way after the angry blonde sulking by the river.

~•🥦•~

“Sorry, man. That was fucking mean, wasn’t it?”

There is no reason for you to beat around the bush with this man so you say these lines right as you arrive at your destination.

“Technically, I did the same to you in the group chat, so… karma, I guess.” He sighs, disturbing the water with a small stick like a child. Kirishima would definitely take a picture right now, awkward or not. “You two got closer.” Bakugou states the obvious; you can’t help the tiny blush appearing on your face for being so obvious, even though you have no reason to be ashamed of it.

“It’s weird.” You admit. “Fighting against Midoriya’s affection is like fighting against the rain; you can scream, you can beg, you can kick the air, but it’s useless; the rain will fall when it wants to. Midoriya is like that, too.”

“All Might can change the weather.” Bakugou laughs at his own joke, shaking his head like he’s disappointed in himself. “Why are you fighting against it? Isn’t it a good thing?” Bakugou asks and for your surprise there is no edge to his voice; he looks at you with nothing but pure interest in his crimson eyes. These heroes and their sparkling beautiful eyes will be the death of you.

“Guess.” You laugh awkwardly, not even trying to hide your blush anymore.

“Hm.” He makes a dramatic thinking face. “Every time he’s snuggly you want to kiss his stupid freckled face in a non-friendly way?” He smirks at you, reducing you to a blushing-sputtering mess with how accurate his guess was.

“Wh…what?!” You stutter, looking at the still smirking blonde next to you incredulously.

“Did your stupid ass ever thought about him feeling the same way? About him having the same fucking thoughts and the same stupid excuses for not making a move? What then?”

“Stop!”

He doesn’t stop.

“How long will you walk on eggshells around him? Until he finds someone else? Fuck that shit, Y/N. Grow some balls. Test the waters. You’ll be surprised how much you can get away with. I know that dumb fucker like the back of my hands, you know. I’ve known him since I was fucking born.” He sighs while he stands up, his hands reaching out to you. “Come on, let’s go back. Our stupidly affectionate roommates are probably biting their nails off thinking I killed you already.” He laughs as you take his helping hand.

~•🥦•~

You two come back from the river with huge smiles on your faces; Bakugou’s arms are around your shoulders in a friendly manner and he teases you through the whole way, making you blush with his stupidly cheesy “headcanons” about Midoriya.

As you enter the circle, everyone stares at you; Kirishima looks at you two with a confused expression, Mina with pure wonder, Midoriya… well… he looks like he’s ready to kill. Again.

“Oi nerd, wanna swap roommates? I kinda took a liking to this one.” Katsuki says with a shit eating grin, but he gets smacked in the ass by Midoriya’s blackwhip so he lets you go with an ugly laugh. It’s so funny how you don’t even blush at the blonde’s comment; it’s so obvious he doesn’t actually mean it yet he still manages to make Midoriya angry. In a few seconds, his blackwhip disappears and he sits back on his tiny chair, arms crossed, lips pouting. By the massive blush on his face, he probably decided to drink some more to ease his nerves while you were away. He really needs to stop drinking this much. He looks so much worse than anyone else in the group and he haven’t slept properly for ages. When you sit down next to him he pulls your chair closer; after staring at you for a few moments, his face changes from the grumpy look to a derpy one.

“Y/N, I think I’m really drunk.” He giggles as he hides his face in his favorite spot on your neck.

“Oh no, he’s a goner.” Sero snickers, slowly sipping on his beer while he enjoys the “show”.

“Can’t wait to see what he will do tonight, haven’t seen him this drunk for ages.” Mina also chimes in and you have a feeling she knows what’s about to happen and that makes you feel a little bit uneasy, but you shake it off.

The whole gang giggles and you swear you can hear another voice you don’t know yet and also, there is a foldable chair opened up as an extra for no reason. This gang is weird. Also, maybe that ghost story isn’t that far away from the truth.

After a few more minutes and a few more sips of alcohol you start to have a hunch about what kind of drunk Midoriya is; as the sun goes down, Midoriya snuggles closer and closer and giggles at every single thing the gang says even if it’s not a funny conversation. Kaminari already drunk himself to a half dead state; he’s lying on the cold grass, using Shinsou’s shoes as a pillow, blabbing incoherent nonsense to no one in particular.

“I fucking hate when you are like this, you dumb little fuck.” Shinsou grumbles with a deep voice, aggravated. By the blush on his cheeks, he also had enough alcohol for the day and he’s an aggressive drunk apparently. “Why the fuck am I even here, why do I need to come here every time, you know I hate big crowds! You are a selfish bitch, Kitten, that’s what you fucking are.” Shinsou continues to grumble, not even caring that Denki is literally half asleep already. “Get the fuck up, Denki, you are going to catch cold and I ain’t gonna take care of your whiny sick ass.”

Iida decides this was enough of the show and ushers the two into their tents respectfully; Shinsou almost smacks Iida in the face, still aggravated for no reason but makes his way to his tent, dragging Denki with him by his hand; the guy doesn’t wake up just let’s Shinsou drag him through the dirty grass, still in laying position. It’s absolutely hilarious.

The sun is just about to go down, tinting the trees with an orange color; Izuku’s cheeks don’t need the help of the sunset, they are already blushed pink from the alcohol. You stare at your roommate with pure terror in your eyes; you have a feeling you’re gonna see something today you won’t be able to unsee, or Izuku will do something that can’t be undone. Or both.

Izuku is oblivious to your inner turmoil, he looks at his friends with a dreamy face, happy and content to be alive.

Oh well… maybe tonight isn’t gonna be as awkward as you think.

“Hey, Sweet Pea.” Midoriya nudges your side, his massive, droopy puppy eyes staring at you from up close. Really close. Really really fucking close.

“Yes?”

“I love you. So much.”

… Nevermind.

…Next Part!

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Potato ramble:

~ I’m so sorry about the cliffhanger! I actually kinda hate myself for it, even though I know what comes next so I really don’t want to know what you guys are going through right now 😂 I had to though, as the story doesn’t have a break until the end of the next part… there’s a lot happening in these 2 days, let me tell ya! Send me a comment about your ideas, let’s see if they are correct! :D

~ Drink responsibly. Don’t be like Denki. He will miss all the fun now. :(

~ I kinda want to see their first outing together, it’s sounds like a lot of fun And pain for Iida 😂

~ See you guys next week! As always, comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated and they make my day! If you want to be added to the taglist, just send me a comment or a message 🩷

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#bnha x reader #mha x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #midoriya izuku x reader #Deku x reader #pro hero deku #midoriya izuku #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n

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starlightsaphron · 11 months ago

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Ok here we go my Lengthy Evil Bees Schnees Headcanon Timeline > before going to bacon academy yang transitions. Her life issues force her into donning a mask of what she thinks she Has to be as a woman and as a person. Still “likes men” because its part of her mask > weiss attends bacon academy > weiss realizes she likes women > weiss goes to the only girl she can peg (hah) as being queer for help > yang > yang goes “WHAT NO I DONT LIKE WOMEN I LIKE MEN IM CIS HAHA-fuck” > weiss goes “okay well. Do you wanna. Learn how to. Gay. Together.” then forms a secret QPR with yang, slowly becoming closer and closer friends, but with a lot of bullying because they both think its funny > yang begins to catch feelings for blake, and discusses this with her bestie weiss, and weiss goes “yeah absolutely, that sounds wonderful im glad you found someone you really do love :)” and the first drop of jealousy forms > yang goes “im going to ask blake out after the vytal festival” and weiss goes “yaya woohoo” > volume 3, occurs. > yang loses her best friend, her crush, and is fucking destroyed emotionally. > weiss looses her two best friends (ruby and yang) and her entire support group (everyone else) and has to figure out what to do again > vol 5 occurs, and yang and Weiss are reunited as besties but dont have time to really talk things out until The Conversation about Blake. > Post this they kinda. Just a smidge. Qpr it up in secret just so they can both get a little support. > vol 5 sees the reunion of blake into the group and so weiss and yang dont get as much time together as they used to, causing weiss’s jealousy to build until vol 6’s train crash and other things start piling up. > Vol 7 has some free time but most of it is spent training so weiss’s jealousy builds unknowingly to her, while she watches the bees start bumbling more and more, as she doesn’t recognize why shes feeling uncomfortable with their flirting (see: "YEP" when jaune invites ANYONE out) > vol 8 has so much shit in 2 days the only thing to happen is weiss losing yang but she cant even focus on that because the Bees are Bumbling and blake ALMOST kills herself but weiss goes “haha my best friend who i have No Feelings For would kill me if i let her crush die as well HAHAHA” > vol 9 happens and Weiss is too upset about losing the entirety of her country n shit to really care until the bees FINALLY bumble, in which she goes “haha. Yay. Yang did it. Why do i feel so alone. Hah. Haha…” and it finally clicks, but ruby’s breakdown immediately happens after this which becomes a significantly higher priority > once they return from the ever after is fair game (haha qrow and clover lol) so idk maybe while they hang out in vacuo weiss finally goes “bitch scoot over… i love yall” in a really awkward but heartfelt conversation and yang goes “yay!! I missed being able to do stuff with you” and blake goes “ive read enough fanfic to tell you were struggling” and then the bees schnees are born, OFFICIALLY

I love this idea so freaking much. I hadn’t even thought of QPR freezeburn before beeschnees before and I love it. Especially though the angle of Yang and Weiss’s personal exploration.

I’d love to read a full fic about this

#rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #bees schnees #Honeychrome #I have more thoughts but no engery

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kerizaret · 8 months ago

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Ok so it's An centric because of course it is. It's mine. It's also an au of an au so a lot of pairings likely won't make sense lol beware of that

I don't remember too much about the settings just that the Tenmas are the royals as is thr usual, also there is magic but it doesn't play that much of a role. I'll work on digging that up later...

The basic concept is that the cast lives in this high-ish fantasy world with a less than good kingdom, and Radder were once upon a time a group of knights, but Nagi happened and after that Taiga stayed loyal to the knights order and Ken... Didn't. And since the army or the knight order are like Basically the only well-paid jobs, they're not well off. Managing, but not well off.

Fast forward to the present day An is a bit of a brat who likes to do minor crime and steal stuff, not out of malice but more of a "stick it" attitude to the rulers (she knows Ken dislikes the knights, but not why), except one day she decides to steal something too fancy from the rich bakery and gets caugh red-handed by the hood of her shirt (literally). And basically you know that thing where a wise mentor catches a thief and makes them join forces of good saying "you'd be better off using those skills for goos"? Well, basically that, but An and (disguised) Taiga.

Since the justice system in the kingdom is... Not good, An is dragged to the castle and sat in front of a choice of a) either her father pays a fine for stealing (like x100 the times what the stolen thing actually worth "to discourage crime") b) she joins the knights to train and eventually pay it off herself, because she has a lot of potential and Taiga knows it. And An, being who she is, would rather walk off a cliff than do that to her dad.

That's how she ends up living in a royal castle as a trainee with an Attitude and meets (not necessarily in the castle, but just by Being Around these people)

1) Nene, a senior in experience but not in age knight, who is horrible with making friends & overall much more jaded than An is, but An is literally dead set on making friends with her

2) Touya, a son of a renowned court magician currently on house house arrest for almost taking off into the wilderness with a rogue

3) Akito, the aforementioned rogue/exiled knight, who literally cannot stay away from the castle for some reason??

4) Shiho, his partner in crime with much more brain power than he has

5) Kanade, a white mage/priestess/healer with a bad reputation for not using her magic unless she absolutely has to a d wasting her talent

6) Mafuyu, an apprentice white mage from a known family and very confusing, definitely out of the ordinary powers

7) Rui, a dark magician and alchemist with ties to both the royals and Nene that An literally cannot wrap her head around

8) His Highness Tsukasa being his best self (obnoxious & out of touch. He'll grow dw)

9) Saki, the princess & like the only person An considers to be fun to hang out in this Wretched Place

and the rest of them.

It's more of a collection of random scenes & scenarios & ideas than a full blown au if I'm honest; Annene is the central piece of it. I don't know if it's worth anything, I just think An is funny. She really struggles to take things seriously & copes with humour until it hits her that Oh fuck, she's actually stuck there forever and will just have to do whatever the royals tell her to. Even if her morals go against it. And she might die. Welp. Because she's my stress ball and putting her into moral dilemmas is my favourite hobby

Tl;dr:

THATS SO COOL ANS AMAZING I LOVE IT an you poor girl lmaooo.... ohfhh I do wonder how she finds out the truth n all.... ALSO POOR KEN THEY JUST KIDNAPPED HIS DSUGHER HES PROBABLY WORRIED SICK 😭

The side characters are so interesting... kanamafu especially 👀

Man Jay your aus never disappoint I could read them forever

#asks #jeiseny tag #do u want me to msintag it as nenean /annene and prsk au?#also “an centric bc im me” so real. look at my aus. wxs & Tsukasa everywhere #sometimes i catch myself hsvung a tsks bias in the polysho royal au and have to restrain myself s bit #stop hogging all the attention u blond freak

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sistersavelorn · 8 months ago

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Fish List

I love fish so much. I have only been thinking about fish. Here is a list of my favorite fish in no particular order, with facts and random commentary sprinkled in between.

Copper Rockfish

If someone asks me what my favorite fish is, I'll say Copper Rockfish. It was the first fish I ever caught (and had to put back, since Rockfish are endangered), but genuinely I just think they look really neat. They're my favorite out of all of the Rockfish species.

2. Quillback Rockfish

Though Copper Rockfish are my favorite Rockfish, I'll also shoutout Quillback. I really like how their spines are blue, and standout really well against the yellow and black. All Rockfish are venomous (to my understanding), but I've always found these ones to be the most intimidating if only because the spines are so much bigger than the other subspecies.

3. Sockeye Salmon (spawning)

For those who don't know, salmon spawning is when salmon return to their birthplace (freshwater) to lay eggs and die, and they also change appearance. Pre-spawning, while they are in saltwater, all the different subspecies pretty much look the same: silver and lumpy, with only minor differences between them. When spawning, they all turn more green and red and become more distinct from one another. I've always liked Sockeye the most, with their green heads and bright red bodies, and the shape of their heads/mouths. I think it's really an iconic look.

4. Flounder

I love flounder just because they look stupid. Fun fact: they don't actually start flat. They're born looking like "normal" fish, with one eye on each side of the head, but as they grow the face shifts onto the top and they flatten to better blend in with the sea floor. Imagine hitting puberty and you turn into Flat Stanley lmao.

5. Cabezon

Cabezon, like Rockfish, have venomous spines. Also their meat is blue until you cook it, where it turns white, which I think is neat. Usually, they reside really deep in the ocean, but in fall and winter they come more into the shallows to make nests and lay eggs. The males are left behind to guard them, so this is the best time to catch one if you don't want to go out on a boat, and also don't want to worry about catching a female. I've never eaten one, but my dad says that they have a texture more similar to chicken.

6. Betta

Pretty basic species of domestic fish, but I still really like them. I had a red and blue male as a kid named Spike. Bettas are usually surface/top fish, but Spike liked to go to the bottom to feed with the Emerald Corydoras I had, and sleep on the moss ball (like it was a little bed). He had a surprising amount of personality for a fish.

7. Emerald Corydora

Corydoras are basically just little freshwater catfish. They like to be in groups, so you have to have at least five if you want to have them at all. I had Emerald Corydoras growing up, and I loved watching them spend all day picking at the sand with their little whiskers for food. They remind me of cows.

8. Panda Corydora

Panda Corydoras are also really neat. I like how shiny they can be, I think it makes them look like little Pokémon.

9. Albino Corydora

Albino Corydoras are cool, especially in comparison to the other species. I think they all look like little old men.

10. Koi

Another kind of basic fish, but they're still cool and I want to point them out. They can get really big if they're not kept in a small enclosure (Domestic Koi can get between 12 and 15 inches, Japanese Koi between 22 and 26, and Jumbo Koi between 34 and 36).

11. Pufferfish

Like flounders, they also look stupid and it amuses me endlessly. They have these two front teeth for breaking into snail shells and slurping them out. I remember there was this really big one at the fish store I used to go to (nearly identical to the one pictured on the left) that would follow your finger if you dragged it across the glass, all the while with that big-ass stupid smile on it's face. They're just so full of whimsy.

12. Telescope Goldfish

Never owned them but I think they're really neat. "Awooga!!" ahh fish. What are they goggling at smh.

13. Sturgeon

I don't really have anything to say about these guys except for the fact that they look awesome and also I got a shirt from a Primus gig with an illustration of one on it and it's my favorite thing ever.

#yapping #fish #rockfish #copper rockfish #quillback rockfish #sockeye salmon #flounder #cabezon #betta #corydora #emerald corydora #panda corydora #albino corydora #koi #pufferfish #telescope goldfish #Not my usual posting but I have fish on the brain #Or actually I don't have a brain anymore it's just a giant fishtank between my ears

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dragon-fuccer · 10 months ago

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Hi!!! If u're reading this u're probably the author of this absolutely amazing fic ✨

And if u're not, go read it;!! It's so good u won't regret it<33

First some fanart jumpscare !!! (I hope u're ok w it bc I haven't asked for permission 😭)

It's just how I imagine Jack to look with a few smaller headcannons based on the fic, and there will be more fic related doodles soon, so prepare for that >;D (ofc as long as u're ok with it!!)

Second, the thing I lured ya here with, aka mine n my bfs ocs, art and description for ya to use in the fic if u want to ^^

TYSM for this offer, both me and my bf feel hella honored and it actually gave us a ton of motivation to actually expand on these two!

Tws : body horror, brief description of violence n death, mentioned suicide and brief description of murder

Smokey belongs to my bf and Something is mine !

Normal text is all written by me and green text was written by him ^^

Art and design by my dearly beloved:

Smokey

Real name : Victor Wilson

Age : around 26 yo

possible victor lore

used to be victor by marble hornets standards known as smokey

a dropout uni student with raging nicotine addiction (smokey did not retain any uni info but vic used to be psych student (projecting much lol))

prolly watched marble hornets with friends for fun and against better judgement decided to give a visit to rosswood park thinking its a film project in the beginning

turns out its not and they spotted the lanky guy

smokey the horror movie enthusiast wants out at that point before shize goes down but its late and they r deep in the forest so comes to conclusion they r all p much dead at this point

peeps want to go hunt for the lanky man cus cool and internet views

my guy is like f that yall r following basic horror lore of everyone dies im not playin like that and straight up says hes not going and hed rather go and sleep in the burned down psych ward

he gets called a wimp but decides if hes gonna die hes not dying an idiot and decides to vidtape everything on his mid tier phone camera

not sure what happens to the rest but they do their meet cute w slendy and prolly with time like half of em ends up in the arko e way or another

smokey manages most of the night fine but like luck would have it still end up meeting the guy

does not go well

wakes up in the burned down hospital not remembering the last unknown time and broken phone beyond repair

decides oho this is bad lets go back to uni and never talk abt it

meets with most friends back at uni but like 2 of em r missing and they just pretend nothing happened, friend group dissolves

after that he starts slowly having memory gaps, waking up in other places

all comes to head when it turns out he missed 5 months of uni after he wakes up back in rosswood really far from home and skinnier than ever and suddenly no more uni student

after that victor surfaces less and less till hes just kinda gone at that point

Smokey first shows up the night victor goes with friends to rosewood

in the beginning surfaces confused unsure who they are and what is their purpose

with time smokey goes through both phone and computer of vics

binges whole marble hornets in one sitting and decides he has a personal vendetta against the operator

since then they work on somehow stoping it (and terribly fails given the lack of information) leading to continuous trips back to rosewood and sleepovers in the rubble of the ex psych ward

figuring out the nicotine addiction takes a bit of time and leads to pretty nasty withdrawal symptoms as well as a very wrecked dorm room (he does find the cigarettes tho and is smart enough to connect the dots (smart cookie, here have a star sticker))

smokey learns asl and isolates themself a lot in the months of operator research

he still maintains two personas to some extends which is one the masked smokey who uses mostly asl and rarely speaks (to some extent also a tactic against being caught by police) and times when he goes without mask on library searches and grocery shoppings

smokey starts a yt channel dedicated to catching the operator and ending it which attracts at best some people commenting on obvious marble hornets ripoff and few cents into his wallet

with passing time they do start finding victims in order to keep themselves alive n appease the the big slinky leading to series of alleged suicides then turned to series of murders

he starts off with two of his ex friends who go back to rosewood and start showing symptoms he learned from mh

When they commit murder they hide in the trunk of the car and basically hotbox the whole thing due to smoking making the victim whoozy and confused, moving on they connect a pipe (like garden hose or whatevs) to the exhaustion pipe and suffocate their victims with the car smoke

the thing that tips off the police is the nicotine in the system of every victim and an account of almost to be one that got stalked by smokey who upon being discovered (also while smoking and which earned him the name) decided to bolt

since then he continues on just about the same, aka researching the operator, finding new victims and surviving untill they meet Something

His hoodie is dark green, the mask is greyish from the grime n dirt, the big cross on it is black so are his pants and hair

Something

Real name : Rae Dyer

Age : 23 before transformation, currently unknown

Something used to be a cryptid fan. They worked at a radio station and had a small night show where they played old rock and often rambled about the latest creature they heard about. While out, looking for a new creature to maybe see, they stumbled upon the Slenderman and became obsessed to document it somehow, quickly spiraling out of control and slowly, bit by bit became a creature themselves.

Something doesn't remember much from it's past life. It used to just wander, guided by the static in it's head towards it's victims, always terrified itself but not knowing why. After Smokey found it, they started wandering together. At first they had serious communication issues - Something only able to speak in tap code and Smokey mainly using ASL - but with time they learned to speak with each other, and now they can understand the other almost without words.

Something doesn't really eat, it survives on fear and between itself and Smokey, it always has more than enough of it. It does steal food for Smokey tho, cigarettes as well, usually leaving them in whatever ruined building he decided to stay in for the night. Something got also addicted to nicotine by just being around Smokey so much, leading to separation anxiety fueled by withdrawal when they're apart.

Something cannot speak, and can only communicate using tap code. When it's particularly worried or scared it does emit a small noise, that sounds like a particularly breathy whine, and more commonly when it tries to speak, quiet spider like ticking can be heard coming from it's mouths.

It usually walks hunched over, used to having to duck under branches, entryways, etc bc of it's height.

Something has pale skin reminiscent of porcelain, and is usually wearing a v neck sweater with a white undershirt and jeans or other pants. It's hair is very thin and scarce, floating around it's head down to it's lower back

Also a tiny doodle bonus of how I imagine these two showing up on Jacks doorstep xjbxbcbcb

We think the most probable case of them showing up would be Smokey getting bonked on a mission (probably by a car or a would be victim) and Something bringing them over to Jacks cabin to get pached up, tho feel free to do something else ya might think fits =w=

Again, thank you so much for the offer, we're both so honored to have the opportunity to show these two off and maybe if you're so inclined getting them a chapter in ur amazing fic<3

If u have any questions you need answered Abt the two don't hesitate to ask them as well! ^^

-Kai n Bean

#eyeless jack #creepypasta #fanfic rec #fanfic #creepypasta oc

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