#but I still believe people should chill out about bodies and clothing

[lordsovorn]

Dandadan is the true spiritual successor to Kill la Kill because:

- Who cares how much or how little clothing they have on when in mortal peril?

- Who cares how much or how little clothing they have when on talking to each other about their feelings?

- It's literally irrelevant bruh. Yeah it can be sexy to an outside observer, but sexy is an aesthetic thing. Besides, there's nothing unnatural or sinful or inherently sexy about having a body under clothing. Or having weird clothing on top of your body. Or doing something vaguely "socially embarrassing". What they're dealing with is either physical danger or emotional drama, not affected by aesthetics. Aesthetics are for dating and for dressing up on your day out. There is no point in letting aesthetics stand between you and a physical advantage in a fight. Or letting aesthetics stand between you and talking sincerely. Just, c'mon, you have bigger things to worry about in life. And you, the reader, have bigger things to worry about in this story. Though this aspect of it might at times be comedic or aesthetically pleasing, yes.

...

(though dandadan does a much smoother job utilizing tonal whiplash imo)

(and is moderately more sensible about the circumstances that led to each situation)

[cherriesformatt]

collab of the year || matt sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: matt invites you to meet some friends

warnings: none I think maybe a little suggestive

word count: 1,2k

a/n: hope you like this one

I was in my bed scrolling through twitter and all I had on my page was videos and pictures from Tara's party. Which Chris and Nick attended while me and Matt had a little gateway trip for our anniversary. They called him on FaceTime and that ended up in Tara's vlog. Everyone thinks it was hilarious including me. I also loved all of the memes with Matt going to bed while the party was happening.

When we came back boys told us about everyone and that they really had fun. I was really happy about that because they usually don't really go out that much. Especially not to parties.

I stopped scrolling when I felt arms around my body.

"Good morning" I heard Matt's raspy, morning voice.

I smiled when I felt little kisses on the back of my neck sending shivers down my body.

"Morning..." I said and turned around to face him.

I smiled when he opened his eyes.

"I am surprised it's like 9 and you're up" I laughed and fixed his hair from his eyes.

"Well...I have things to do" He said and smiled.

"Like what?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Like...you" He pulled me to himself even more and I was about to kiss him when I heard loud knocks on the door.

"Are you guys up? And dressed? Can I come in?" Chris said from the other side of the door and I looked at Matt and kissed his cheek and moved away a little.

"Yes... come in" I said and Matt growled and covered his head with a pillow.

Chris came into the room and looked at us.

"I have news!" He sat on the bed next to Matt.

"Me too, I actually hate you both right now" Matt said and threw the pillow from his face at Chris.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I put my hair into the bun and looked at Chris.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Tara invited us for dinner to celebrate 1 mil, she wants us to meet Johnnie. Jake, Larray, Sam and Colby are going to be there too. Nick also said that they can come over here after dinner and we could hang out. y/n you will finally meet Tara!" Chris said.

I looked at him. Pure panic in my eyes. I need to clean up this place.

"Well... Then I should start to clean already" I said. That was kinda my thing. Cleaning when I am stressing out.

I spent half of my day cleaning the house, even if it was already pretty clean. Boys helped me a little, mostly Matt. Chris said he is going to clean his own room. Do I believe him? No.

"So should I like match the energy and go all black?" I asked Matt going through my clothes. I already did my make up and was standing in my underwear trying to find something I like.

"I already told you, wear whatever feels like good for you" He said looking at his PC.

"I hate men" I said dramatically and texted Nick to come downstairs.

He walked into the room and looked at me.

"Wow... I bet the other triplet does not get this view. All because I'm gay, how lucky..." He said sarcastically.

"I get more than that..." Matt blinked at him with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the fuck up, my room is above you, I fucking know" He said.

"What do I wear? Help me…He is useless" I looked at Nick pointing at Matt.

"Can't you wear that dress you bought last time we went thrift shopping? And the platform docs with it" He said and went to my jewelry box.

"Those are cool, wear this too" He put a chain and some small hoops on the dresser.

"Thank you Nick" I smiled at him and started to put the outfit together.

"See learn that for the next time" I told Matt when his brother left the room.

"Just to be sure... Did Chris saw you in your underwear?" He asked and I laughed. Can't believe he was still thinking about it.

"Probably? I don't know, who cares...Matt maybe I am just going to stay home" I said and sat on the bed.

"You literally need to stop overthinking that. You know that I also am not a fan of big groups but this people are really cool and chill. It's gonna be okay" He looked at me and smile.

"You look beautiful as always and everyone is going to love you" He stood up from his chair and came up to me.

He put both of his hands on my cheeks and gave me a quick kiss. I smiled and wrinkled my nose.

"Alright..alright.. you will ruin my make up Matthew" I took his hands of my face giving him one more quick kiss.

The dinner went great. They all were really nice. Me and Matt were the only couple there so sometimes they made little jokes about it. I felt very welcome even if I wasn't part of their world. I tried to stay out from the cameras usually. But I didn't want to be rude so when they were filming stories I was on it. I was kinda stressing about people talking shit about me.

When we came to our house and at first we talked and played games together. Then we decided to go to topgolf but before that they wanted to film some TikToks.

"You and Matt are literally a goal couple. He is just so sweet checking on you all the time. Look at him he is scared I'm going to eat you" Tara said to me and I laughed.

"Yes.. he is the best" I looked at Matt with a big smile.

"Do you wanna film TikTok with me? I love your outfit so much" She asked me and i said "fuck it if tara yummy asks you to make a TikTok with her you make a TikTok with her" in my head.

"Okay...I usually only post for my friends but if you want I'm in" I smiled.

We decided to use "Tara Yummy is a mindset" audio since we kinda match with our outfits. She was a real sweetheart and such a funny person. They all were.

"I am really glad you are having fun tonight" Matt said while we were driving to top golf. He put his hand on my knee and smiled.

"It's really fun I'm glad we are doing this. And that you guys are meeting more people" I said and looked at the back at his brothers.

"Girl your and Taras TikTok is so viral" Nick showed me and my eyes went big for the numbers.

"Fuck... that's crazy" I said and Chris laughed.

"Told you that you should start to film as well" He said.

"No thank you..I just couldn't say no to Tara" I laughed.

Topgolf was souper fun. I won with Matt for the first time since forever so I was so happy. Everyone had so much fun and we filmed a lot. Boys were teaching Tara how to play and she looked so cute with the club because she is just so small.

"Matt is sad because his girlfriend is better than him" Jake said while we were on our way to the cars.

"Poor Matty" Chris made a sad face.

I laughed at them and looked at Matt. He just shook his head.

"Well...he is a winner anyways, he has the hottest girl in town, I dare you to show her to the world Matt" Tara said and I blushed.

I BLUSHED. WTF

"Are you flirting with me?" I looked at her and she laughed.

I might have a new best friend.

[starlightsuffered]

Forget the Past

Info - angst Fic, some dub con, ascended Paul, unprotected sex, political marriage, technical cheating, yearning, Fremen reader, mention of having children

I spat blood out of my mouth as I was thrown to the floor of the emperor’s palace. Emperor, that very word sent chills through my bones. He was not my leader, not my king, and definitely, not my emperor. I had sworn it since that day he had declared it. I would not bow to him.

I tried to struggle to my feet. I didn’t think the emperor himself would deign to see a single lowly Fremen that had been caught, but I didn’t want to kneel regardless.

I was harshly pushed down every time I tried to lift myself on aching ankles. I was covered in muck and blood. Sand must’ve been in every crevice of my body. I wanted to wash off in the Fremen pools, and sleep, but my entire life was about to change. I’d been captured and there was nothing I could do.

“Y/n,” said a gasp. I lifted my head and locked eyes with him.

It had been half a decade since he’d taken Princess Irulan’s hand and declared a Holy War. He’d tried to contact me. He’d tried to send messages to me. I’d ignored everything he’d done. He would not be the saviour of my people. He was our next oppressor.

He was still beautiful though he was not the boy I’d once known. His dark curls and piercing eyes still made my heart pound a little faster. I couldn’t believe he’d known who I was under the blood and rubble. Yes, he’d tried to contact me, but that had stopped years ago. I assumed now he rested with his empire and his new wife.

“Take her to the bath house,” Paul said with a flick of his fingers.

“But your Greatness, Emperor, she is a traitor. She is one of the ones who does not follow your golden path to paradise,” argued the guard. They should have known better.

“LISTEN!” The bene gesserit gift of the voice echoed through the room. I hated that awful power. He was more foreign than he ever was when he used that manipulation tactic.

“Take her to the finest bath chamber we have. Give her a robe and clothing, but watch the doors. Do not let her escape,” Paul said, and with a flash of his robe, he was gone.

I was treated kindly. Their fingers did not dig into my skin. I was not shoved as I had been before. The fear and awe of the Emperor was great and fierce enough to have them obey even when out of his eye sight.

I remembered when he’d been a younger man. His large eyes and cautious ways had made me fond of him. He had let me teach him so many things. He had been so willing to learn. Now I assumed he thought that he knew all and saw all.

I bathed in the luxurious water. I couldn’t believe he’d wasted so much on me. I normally would have refused but men were stationed outside my door to make sure that I did as I was told.

I attempted to use as little as possible. It was not Fremen to use water so lavishly. I was disassociating though. I didn’t feel like I was truly in my body. All I saw was green eyes and sharp cheekbones.

I put on the silky pink robe. It was the softest thing I had ever worn. It was also short, and much of my legs were exposed. This too I was not used to. Baring your skin to the Arrakis sun was foolish, but here….. perhaps this place, this palace was more like Caladan.

I remembered how Paul told me it poured water from the skies there. He had promised that one day he would take me there and show me. There were a lot of promises he hadn’t kept.

I smashed my fist against the cold stone wall in defeat. I hated that I still thought of him. I hated that I gave him the time of day even in my mind. He had utterly betrayed me and I doubted he’d given it a second thought. He was the Messiah after all, they didn’t have regrets.

“You’re even more beautiful than the day you left me,” said a voice. It was calm and deep.

I turned to see Paul in the door way. He was in white robes. He looked older, though nothing much had changed about his face. It was his aura.

“I never thought I’d see you again my angel,” he said in a breath. It was the most unsteady he’d sounded this entire time.

He was rushing to me then as if he could not hold himself back. He had me in his strong grip even though I struggled. He was looking over every inch of me. I realised he was making sure I was okay and uninjured.

“Unhand me,” I snarled.

“Y/n, my love, my love,” he gasped. He was pressing his forehead against mine. I didn’t like how I was instantly pulled into his gravity.

“Y/n,” he crooned again. His hand curled into my hair.

“Let me breathe you in.”

“You deserve to breathe in smoke and choke,” I spat.

“My love, it’s me, it’s Paul,” he said. It wasn’t him. It was someone different. It was the Emperor, I didn’t know him.

“You are a married,” was what I raggedly said, though so many other things mattered so much more.

“You know I don’t love her. You are my only,” he told me earnestly.

“Yet there is a wedding ring on your finger.”

“She lives a life of celibacy, as do I. I have saved myself for you,” he whispered. His eyes still were trying to search mine. He was looking desperately for some part of me to tell him he wasn’t crazy for continuing to love me.

“Die,” I growled.

I turned around and made my way to the door. Paul let me go for a moment and then his body was behind me again. His hand was flat on my stomach.

“Paul,” I said with a warning in my voice.

“Please, she means nothing to me,” he promised. “She hasn’t known a moment of my tenderness, not like you have.

I thought of the Fremen lovers I’d taken to blow off steam, to release tension, to forget Muad’Dib, to soothe my wounds, to be held for once in a long while. I didn’t feel a moment of loyalty to them in this moment, but I wished they were here. I needed someone, something to distract me from the light that was Paul. I was an insect careening towards brightness though it was bound to be my downfall.

Had he really stayed loyal to my memory? Had he truly never touched Irulan the way he had me? If this was true, why could he not have loved me enough to not become what he was now?

“I will love you as long as I breathe,” he murmured into my neck. His hand moved lower.

A horrible noise echoed in the chamber. It was me. I was moaning. My body seemed to think it belonged with his. My brain screamed at me as I leaned back against him.

The heel of Paul’s palm was rolling against my clothed pussy. My trembling hand reached up and grabbed at the back of his neck.

“I could snap your neck right now,” I whispered.

“My love,” was all he said in response.

“Paul,” I tried to say. It came out as more of a warbling hum.

He was lifting my robe. I felt the press of his length. I was panting. I knew he’d stop if I used our old safe word, but I couldn’t manage it. How many nights had I craved one more touch from him.

“I never got to say goodbye,” he moaned. His lips were peppering along my throat. My pulse fluttered.

“Oh my darling, let me have you once more?” He pleaded.

“You’re despicable,” I huffed.

“You’re everything,” he responded.

I couldn’t help the way my body melted into his. I was rolling against his hand. I let him push down his pants and rub his member against my wet folds. I wore no panties under the robe.

“May I?”

“Who am I to turn down an Emperor,” I panted.

I was glad I was backed up against him. I didn’t want him to see my eyes as he pushed inside me. It was like every taste of him, every memory, every delicious feeling came back with him.

“You feel like heaven. You are bliss,” he murmured in my ear. He pumped inside me.

I closed my eyes and let go. I let the sounds I wanted to make fall from my mouth. I was keening as he held my hips possessively. He was snapping in and out as he mumbled praises against my skin.

“Perfect, what I was made for. You should be empress. Bare my children, be my goddess,” he pleaded. He didn’t use that harsh Bene Gesserit power on me, but he just pleaded.

Pleasure was erupting over me on chills. I imagined we were back in the dessert. We belonged to one another again. He was on the good side.

It was like we had never been separated. I was part of him again. We were one. I was shaking with the weight and glorious gratification of the connection. If I believed in connected souls, it would have to be us.

“Paul, Paul, Paul,” I repeated.

“I knew you missed me. I thought of you every night. Every time I chastely kissed her goodnight, I imagined it was you, and I imagined it was more than chaste.”

I felt tears fill my eyes. He had to go and ruin it. He had to bring the present into the past. I felt some of the warm light fade.

“Muad’Dib,” I sobbed, unable to call him his other name.

“Call me yours,” he pleaded. My mouth stayed shut.

I tried to lose myself in the lust again. I closed my eyes again and leaned back. I began to speak. I said all the things I’d imagined I’d say if things had been different.

“I stayed up nights thinking about how much I loved you. I didn’t mind the sunshine if I was able to wake up and see your face more clearly,” I mumbled.

“Y/n?” He asked.

“You made me giggle, smile, dream, and more. You made me feel home in a person and not a place.”

“Oh y/n,” he shuddered. He began to move faster. Despite myself, pleasure overwhelmed me. I arched and let out a whine.

“I love you. I never stopped, I never will!” He promised me. He rolled his hips and played with my clit to make it all feel more intense.

“I loved you like the moon loves the stars. I loved you like a flower loves water. You were part of my soul. I wanted to bare your children. I never wanted to imagine a life without you.”

“Yes, that is exactly how I feel. Oh, darling, I’m so close!” He gasped.

He was holding me tight and reverently as he pounded inside me. His lips were attached to my neck. He let out a pant of pure lust and need. His warm seed began to fill me.

I couldn’t help but fall over the edge too. I was doused in swirling stars once again. Once again the world was beautiful as we reached our heights together.

I heard the wetness as he pulled himself out of me. I stepped forward robotically and turned around. Paul’s eyes were glazed over with a film of pure love and satisfaction. This nearly dopey expression, the one I recognised from when we used to make love, fell when he saw the look in my eyes.

“Y/n?”

“Go back to your wife,” I said in a full tone. He was understanding now that everything is said had been past tense.

“Y/n!” His voice was shrill and worried now. He had truly become so haughty he hadn’t expected another rejection.

“Forget the past, Emperor,” I finished with a mock curtsy.

[charmedreincarnation]

Ya bitch got into the void state

Champagne anon here and your mf girlll got in the mf void state and manifested her dream life. This happened a week ago, and I’ve been chilling but I do wanna share my story to help others. Gotta give Thanks to Maya, and so many other bloggers and even anon. Y’all hoes will forever be in my heart, and I’m forever grateful 🥹 also Maya girl you told me when I succeed to get into detail and I got nothing to do for the next two hours so imaaa just share it all here in detail.

I also wanna especially thank all the black creators on tumblr!! I didn’t know there were so many of us using the law. It always seems the world is so against us, and there’s nothing we can do abt it but nahhhh!! we can all live our best melanated lives regardless. Periodt, as we should it’s about goddamned time after everything we’ve been though 😂

Anyways!!!! after reading this: https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717864613626134528/im-your-bubble-anon-but-i-made-this-burner-to success story yesterday I got hella motivated. I read that shit and I thought I posted it on accident because it was everything I had been through, and had been thinking anyways. That anon ate your tumblr habits btw. If y’all haven’t seen my good sis’s sucess post go check that shut out rn, On god it will help.

At the end that anon (my mf dawg 🙏) included that they manifested for everyone. Now ion know if that shit actually work tbh. I’ve seen people say you can and can’t, but tbh the vibes were too high for me to doubt. I was like ight, okay fuck it, ima leave my dream life. Whether it me, that anon, or the devil himself ion give a fuck.

So that’s whatssss a bitch did!!! I just affirmed all day it was very fulfilling. People who hate on affirming are mad corny. I can’t lie that shit works hella fast even if you don’t believe it. Idk if that anon’s void manifesting helped or what but I didn’t do much and after 3 months of trying I entered the damn void state. I’m mad I thought I had to be on some ghandi shit to do this (no hate to him hes da man) but you rlly don’t y’all. BUT LEMME TALK MY SHIT ALL YOU NEED IS AFFIRMING AND PERSISTENCE.

Anyways I went go bed excited asl!! I wrote my script that was like 10 pages long I can’t lie I did the most… but it’s whateva. I woke up in the void state after waking up at 4 am or sum, and i was like oh shityyyt lemme manifest rq and skrttt out this hoe. So that’s what a mf did 😂😂

Anyways the part y’all’s is waiting for. This is what ya girl manifested

Desired face and body. I was in shock how all the details came to life. Y’all im a solid 100/10 it’s giving natural bbl and Aliyah. I swear to gahhh everywhere I go people be trying to peep. I’m not used to being treated like a fucking celeb everywhere I go, whole time it’s just my fat gyattttt

Being the hottest 16 yr old IT GIRL at my school, and having lucky girl syndrome. People call me a mini jayda wayda, but tbh I’m better than her now. No hoe is ever gonna cheat on meee like they did her…bye. She’s still gorgeous as fuck tho

Perfect school life. Your girl is set to be the Valedictorian when I graduate (my school has 4!) I’m also sophomore year President, captain of the basketball team, apart of some volunteer programs through my school, and so much more. My resume and college application is abt to be so fuckin fire in 2 years. As I should Columbia is a competitive ass school 😤😤 that aside everyone always tryna link, I got 3 guys fighting over me (whole damn love square), so many people tryna be my friends, teachers love me, and I excel in everything I do.

My Family being rich assss fuck. My dad got a Wikipedia now and his net worth is 22 million dollars. He owns a hedge fund company now, we love a man in finance 😍😍 AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. He got a material gurlll daughter. Two in fact now.

Fire ass crib. Bro it’s a 9 million dollar penthouse, perfect for ragers. I woke up here and my room is decorated to my personality, pintrest clothes all in my closet, I got an exotic pitbull and frenchie, and the house is just mad clean and fire, I’m obsessed with it. Rarely ever wanna leave now.

My mom not being strict. That bald headed ass hoe use to be mad annoying. Y’all know how Haitians are. Mad annoying as fuck and strict for no reason. Now I go out everyday and come home at midnight and no one gives a fuck. Everyone minds their own business as they should.

Having an older brother and younger sister. I was an only child, because I was a miracle baby bc my mom was infertile. Now she got 3 of us, so she can stop being only in my buisness. I’m just playin I love my mom regardless she’s just hella clingy. Anyways my brother is mad protective but also be wrestling mad aggressive for no damn reason. He gave me a bruise but it’s whateva Ima get my lick back. I also always wanted to be an older sister, bc I’d love to be a role model! My sister is 10 and adores me soo much it’s so adorable 🥹 lmfaooo, she’s mad spoiled by me and my mom but it is what it is.

Successful lip gloss business and being a successful drop shipper. Now you didn’t think a sista wasn’t gonna give herself a career just because I’m young right 🤨🤨 we’ll ya wrong. Ya girl is making 200k-400k a year. I barely even use my money cause I got an allowance from my parents… but still, financial literacy and wealth is so important to me especially as a black woman.

A pookie bae. Y’all know I wasn’t gonna deal with finding a loyal cute and funny guy in nyc. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyways I got me a fine ass boo. I just wrote down all the features I wanted in him like for exampleS finically secure so he can spoil me, handsome as fuck, tall, funny asl, kind, little clingy, deep raspy voice, nice hand, good hygiene and style,yanno yanooo !!! Plus some other shit and whewww the void did me so good. Nowww my boo bear is a lil cracker and I’ve never dated a white boy befuh but my am I surprised. I wake up everyday with some long ass appreciation texts and plans already made ! Y’all know I love me a dominant man who knows what he wants. He’s got some nice ass clothes, nice car and crib, made me a passenger princess and spoils me way too much. He doesn’t complain abt my mood swings and simps in the best way possible. Not to mention he’s fine afkkk he’s giving vinnie hacker. He’s also 6’1 and I’m 5’1 so that height difference is soooo hot I can’t lie I feel so so safe with him 🫣 I could go on all day but in short he’s more than perfect

+ so much more but this is what shocked me the most. Anyways I’ve been living like this for the past week and it just feel so natural. I keep forgetting I got into the void but whateva I’m the only who knows anyways. Anyways live yo best life and neva give upppp. I gotta go but I’ll probably eventually make a blog. My names angela so look out for it. I’m just mad lazy soo idk tho !!!

Angela out 🫡✌️

Girl this was so fun to read, I’m just as excited for you lmfao. I love seeing black women win, and thank you for sharing your methods! Enjoy your best life and come back if it resonates with your life bae !!!

[deliciousangelfestival]

Sweetest Dreams || B.Barnes - Part 4

Character: mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Finally, it's the right time with the right person. ❤️

Warning: Kidnapped, tortured (only a small part)

Part 1: Echoes Of Revenge

Part 2: Shattered Echoes

Part 3: All The Lies

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

"This is fucked up. Where am I?" Y/N's thoughts echoed in the disorienting haze surrounding her.

Ivan, the orchestrator of her current predicament, stood menacingly before her, a cruel grin etched across his face. "You should blame yourself for being in this condition," he sneered.

Y/N, still grappling with the fog in her mind, pressed for answers. "Where am I?"

Ivan, relishing in his control, delivered the chilling truth. "A hangout place for drug addicts. So if you don't listen to me, the next morning the police will find your body. Overdose."

‘Shit.’ Panic surged within Y/N as she scanned her surroundings, her eyes landing on a lone door – a potential lifeline out of this nightmare.

“Stop thinking about escaping.” Ivan's fingers dug into her chin, forcing her to meet his menacing gaze. “To be honest, I don't want to kill you. Because I need your brain to make money.”

Y/N, defiance burning in her eyes, said, “You think I will agree?”

Ivan leaned in, his breath sending a cold shiver down her spine. “You have to. After you make me bankrupt, I've gained a lot of enemies – elite people who invested their money in the company. And they want their money back.”

“So, you want to return the money to high-influence people rather than those with low income?” Y/N's disdain dripped from her words, her body language betraying a simmering anger.

Unfazed, Ivan smirked, reveling in the power dynamic. Y/N, unable to contain her disgust, spat on his face in an act of defiance. Undeterred, Ivan scoffed, “Those people are small fish. The most important thing is the big whale.”

Infuriated, Y/N spat on his face again, her eyes ablaze with defiance. “Work again with a mastermind who made thousands of families bankrupt? Fuck no.” She turned her attention to the door, silently calculating the risks and possibilities of escape.

Ivan wiped his face with a cloth, savoring the moment with a sinister satisfaction. "I knew you wouldn't agree, but I'll change your mind," he declared with a dark chuckle.

With a snap of his fingers, the dimly lit place transformed into blinding brightness. Y/N, still disoriented, realized she was tied to an electric chair. Someone approached from behind, forcing a mouthguard into her mouth.

Before she could react, her head was jolted by an electric shock, and a muffled scream escaped through the mouthguard, "Mrghh!" Tears streamed down her face as the searing pain coursed through her.

Ivan, reveling in the torment he was inflicting, taunted, "You've made my life hell for a year, Y/N. Now I want to torture you a bit."

Y/N, in the midst of the excruciating pain, wished for a chance to apologize to Bucky if today was to be her last.

"BAM!"

Ivan, caught off guard, exclaimed in surprise. He had been confident that no one knew about this hidden location. However, he was about to learn the extent of Bucky's knowledge of the town.

Bucky stormed in with a powerful kick to Ivan's face, sending him crashing.

“What the fuck?” Ivan spluttered, struggling to stand.

Bucky's eyes fell on Y/N, tied to the chair and seemingly lifeless. Panic and darkness consumed him for a moment as he approached her. "Y/N?"

He lifted her gently, holding her close. "You can't die. I don't know what to do without you."

“Urggh, I'm still alive, idiot,” Y/N weakly replied. Opening her eyes felt like a daunting task, and she couldn't quite believe that Bucky had come to her rescue.

Bucky, overwhelmed with relief, clenched his teeth. His gaze shifted to Ivan, who was still attempting to rise.

He turned to Steve, who had followed him to save Y/N. “Make sure he never sees the sun again.”

Steve nodded, advancing towards Ivan with a determined expression. He swiftly broke Ivan's arm, eliciting a pained cry. “You messed with the wrong person, pal,” Steve smirked, ensuring Ivan faced the consequences of his malevolent actions.

Bucky cradled Y/N, his eyes reflecting worry, anger, and relief. "I've got you," he whispered, vowing to protect her from any further harm.

Bucky, keeping a watchful eye on Y/N as she slept in the hospital bed, found himself reflecting on a similar moment from his recent past when he had visited her father.

Her father had looked at him and said, “What a small world.”

Indeed, it was a small world.

Fifteen years ago, Bucky was a teenage boy living alone in a desolate house. His mother had left, and no one bothered with the household chores. His father, Nicholas, was indifferent, unmoved by Bucky's struggles. School was a constant battleground for him, and life seemed monotonous and purposeless.

Then, one day, Bucky noticed his father bringing a guest home. His father never bothered with hospitality, a clue that this visitor wasn't just any guest. It was the first meeting with Y/N's father, a long-time friend of his own father.

Bucky calls him the kind uncle because he worries about Bucky more than his father.

This kind uncle regularly visited, bringing homemade food Bucky gratefully accepted. It was a lifeline in a home where food was scarce.

The kind uncle shared, "I have a daughter your age. I'll bring her next time." However, that promise remained unfulfilled, and it turned out to be the last visit. Bucky later learned that his father had lent the kind uncle money with exorbitant interest, severing their friendship.

It was pivotal for Bucky, revealing the depth of his father's greed and how money could destroy longstanding friendships. The realization left an indelible mark on him, shaping his future goals. Bucky vowed that if he ever became wealthy, he wouldn't burden his friends with the weight of borrowed money.

Then, when he entered university, he met her—the daughter of that kind uncle, Y/N. The revelation brought a sense of purpose to Bucky's life. He witnessed her being taken advantage of by classmates and seniors at the club, prompting him to take a stand and become her shield.

With him by her side, nobody dared to exploit Y/N anymore. Despite her initial annoyance towards him, Bucky saw a cute, angry kitten in her eyes, and teasing her became a daily amusement, injecting excitement into his otherwise mundane university days.

As they transitioned into adulthood, Y/N underwent a transformation. Her style matured, and she exuded newfound confidence, a far cry from her college days, where she often kept her head down.

Bucky enjoyed the challenge when she underestimated him, eventually giving her money because of her work in an investment company. Little did he know that this woman would swiftly elevate him to wealth.

Y/N's unexpected departure left Bucky in a state of confusion. He waited for a month, then three, and finally, six months passed, but she never returned.

The unanswered question lingered: What did he do wrong? His search for her took a year, but when he found her, she revealed that she had used him to rectify his father's mistake, the same father who had caused harm to her own.

Despite the revelation, Bucky didn't care about the past. He just wanted her back. However, Y/N, this stubborn and seemingly heartless woman, refused to yield.

As he watched her sleep, Bucky's hand cradled her cold cheeks. He joined her side, wrapping her in an embrace to ward off the chill. His fingers gently brushed her hair as he stared at the sleeping figure, who had inadvertently disrupted his life since the moment they met.

Bucky didn't harbor hatred; he found perfection in the chaos she brought into his life. The only thing he desired now was for her to wake up and ensure she could never leave him again.

Y/N blinked, momentarily blinded by the morning light streaming in from the window. The female nurse, noticing her awakening, hurried over to assist Y/N in sitting up.

"My dear, you've woken up? You've been asleep for two days," she informed a hint of concern in her voice. The dryness in Y/N's throat confirmed the duration of her unconsciousness.

Two days – no wonder everything felt hazy. Y/N's attention perked up when the nurse continued, "Rest assured, the bad guy has been taken to the police. Your fiancé has been keeping an eye on you for 24 hours."

'Fiancé?'

Y/N's eyes widened at the unexpected revelation. She hadn't realized she had a fiancé. The sliding door opened, revealing Bucky carrying a bucket of flowers. His face lit up with a warm smile upon seeing Y/N awake. "Babe, you're awake," he greeted cheerfully.

The female nurse couldn't help but giggle at the scene. "Yes, and she's healthy. Aww, so romantic, you bring new flowers today." She grinned at the young couple before making her exit.

Bucky chuckled as he placed the flowers in a vase. Y/N couldn't shake off her surprise. He took a seat beside her, brushing her hair gently. "It's the safest way. If everyone knows that you're my fiancée, no one will dare to kidnap you," he explained matter-of-factly.

He pulled her into a tight hug, their bodies sinking into the hospital bed. "Y/N, please don't go. I don't know what I would do without you," Bucky pleaded, his eyes reflecting the exhaustion from lack of sleep. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of the big man pleading.

She gets closer, kissing his forehead. "I won't go anywhere."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, a brilliant smile replacing his earlier plea. Finally, in that small hospital bed with the sterile scent of antiseptic lingering, it didn't matter. Bucky could have the sweetest dreams as long as she was beside him.

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Clothes - [ Gabriel ]

Prompt: How he’d react to you wearing his clothes requested

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, suggestive tones

A/N: the prompt was meant to be a headcanon but i decided to make it a little fic instead

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You were always cold in the mornings. No matter how warm the room you were in was or who was sleeping next to you, you couldn’t help but feel a chill. It’s what made getting out of bed that much harder for you most days.

And today was no different as when you woke, your eyes fluttering sleepily open at the sound of rowdy neighbours in the motel room beside yours, you were quick to feel the cold seep into your body. Right down to your bones in a way that had you shaking almost immediately and it was as though someone had you on vibrate.

Normally you’d just pull the covers back up and nestle into the bed until you felt a smidge of warmth beneath your skin. But this morning you really, really needed to pee, therefore you couldn’t wait any longer otherwise you’d burst. So you were left with no other choice but to suck it up, and face the cold of the room.

Before you did that though, you glanced to your side, the early morning sun that crept through the thin curtains casting perfectly over Gabriel’s sleeping face, making you smile softly as you still couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating an archangel.

If someone had told you back when you first met him, when he was making people believe they were being abducted by aliens and having alligators roam about the sewers, that you’d be here with him now you’d have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, nestled beside one of God’s first born angels in bed after a night of… Fun. And honestly? If you could go back and do it all over again, you wouldn’t change a thing as there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here next to him.

Well actually, there was one place you’d rather be right now and that was the bathroom. You may have stared dreamily towards Gabriel a little too long and now you were on the verge of being unable to control your bladder anymore. You swung your legs out of bed, wincing at the sudden coldness that cascaded over you, erupting your skin in fierce goosebumps that could be seen from a mile away, they were that prominent.

Your feet hit the linoleum floor with a soft thud, sending a chill straight up your legs as they carried you around the bed. You grabbed the first article of clothing you could find on your way across the room, of which most of your clothes had been scattered about last night in yours and Gabriel’s vigorous attempts at speeding things along as it had been a while since you last saw each other.

It didn’t click in your head that you’d picked up Gabriel’s shirt. The dark red button down that the angel favoured so much, which was evident by how often he wore that same outfit as he never had any reason to change. He didn’t sweat, not like humans did. He was able to clean them up with a click of his fingers should they get bloody or dirty, therefore he could wear the same clothes for a lifetime and never once need to change them.

And you were totally not jealous of that at all. (You were.)

But anyway, you didn’t seem to realise that you were wearing it, not until you left the bathroom, feeling much better, and spotted him sitting upright against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest and a rather cheeky grin on his face.

“Look at you…” Gabriel exhaled, trailing his eyes up and down the length of your body, drinking in the sight of you hidden away beneath his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were purposely trying to turn me on.”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled, hurrying towards the bed again as even though your top half was covered, your legs were still bare and you always did get incredibly cold feet.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Gabriel pointed out, watching with amusement as you slowed down on your travels across the room and glanced down at yourself.

He could see that smile itching to rise on your slowly blushing face. The way your hand landed on your stomach telling him it was fluttering beneath the fabric of his shirt and it was only then you both came to realise that even after the years you’d been seeing each other, you’d never once worn an article of his clothing.

“I was cold.” You said shyly, dipping your face to hide it from him.

You didn’t know why it felt so… embarrassing to be caught wearing his shirt given the things you both did together, but perhaps it was because it was seen as a more romantic thing than inherently sexual is what made you a tiny bit nervous as to his reaction.

“There’s no need to be shy, hotstuff.” Gabriel said playfully, cocking his head a little to motion for you to come towards him. “Not when you look far better wearing it than I ever could.”

He held out his hand the closer you got to him, pulling you onto his lap the second your fingers brushed and the moment you landed on him he could feel the goosebumps on your legs as they straddled him. His hands were quick to delve beneath the material, holding you close to him and allowing his own body heat to help warm you as he kissed you.

“Mhm, you like seeing me in your clothes, don’t you?” You teased, your shyness gone instantly as your arms slinked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “In nothing but your clothes.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” Gabriel whispered, the hotness of his breath puffing out over your lips before he took them in his again, kissing you with enough heat that it was like your entire body went up in flames. “It’s almost better than seeing you without any clothes at all.”

He kissed you once again, his hand trailing its way up your back, his fingers ghosting over the bumps of your spine in a way that had you shiver beneath his touch. Your own hand slipped from his hair, dropping between your bodies as you slowly began to pop open each button, something Gabriel was well aware of given how his lips rose beneath yours as he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s safe to say that what happened after that final button popped open, the way your bodies pressed tightly together; each brush of his lips and graze of his hands over every inch of your skin, was enough to make you forget all about the cold. And enough to make you want to wear his clothes forever as after that, you were pretty sure you’d never feel anything but hot ever again.

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Hoodie

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1.3K

Summary: Someone stole your favorite hoodie.

AN: I had this cute little idea for an au. So here it is! Natasha in a hoodie is still one of my favorite looks of her.

You had been looking everywhere for your favorite hoodie for over an hour but it seemed like it disappeared from the face of the earth. The last time you saw it was a couple days ago when it laid on your desk. You were sure of it. Nothing but an old nirvana t-shirt and purple hoodie that Kate forgot was on your desk. Continue looking for your hoodie would only waste more time so you decided to visit your best friend who lived a couple blocks away.

You quickly threw on a pair of vans and a jacket, grabbed your keys and left your tiny apartment with frustration. The 10 minute walk to the Avengers Tower helped you calm down but still were super bummed that your favorite hoodie was now gone. At the Tower you had to go through security before getting on the elevator up to the lounge where your best friend Yelena was most likely chilling. Steve and Bucky were the only ones there though. 

"Hey guys!" You greeted them with a friendly smile. "Has any of you two seen Yelena?"

Bucky shook his head, which you expected since he and Yelena barely saw each other anyways. "I'm sorry, Yelena just had gone out with Kate and Peter I believe." Steve told you. You nodded sadly, thinking about if you should call her to meet up with them or not. "Natasha is in her room though." You blushed at the mention of the red head. Cap and Bucky were the only people who knew of your crush on Natasha. They constantly gave you the chance to be closer to her which was super sweet of them. You mumbled a small thanks before making your way towards her room which was a floor below. 

You were so busy with your thoughts that you forgot to knock, you busted right into her room where she was talking to someone or rather something. She talked to her phone, it looked like she was either filming herself or being in a video chat. "Ohh.." You felt the heat of guilt and embarrassment in your face. "I'm so sorry. I should have knocked first." 

She turned her head around when she heard your voice, also starting to smile at the sight of you being in her room. You returned a shy smile back to her, trying hard not to show any signs of the crush you have on her. Natasha waved you in before you could make up your mind to just leave her alone. You quickly closed the door behind you before you rushed to her side. Then you finally saw what she was doing, filming something on some app you don't recognize. "Is that TikTok?"

Natasha snorted, "It's actually Instagram."  The information of her using Instagram was new to you and also kind of surprising. "You should actually know that since you know... you have an account there." 

"Oh honey, just because I have an account doesn't mean I have the app on my phone and use it." The words just came out of you before you could even realize what you were about to say. Nat fully turned her body to you, your eyes immediately took her full form in and that's when you realized that she was wearing your clothes. She was wearing your favorite hoodie, the one you were looking for all this time. How it landed here with her was beyond you. "Like what you see?" She teased you as she caught you starring at her.

"T-that's my hoodie." She looked down her own body, then looking back up into your eyes with slight confusion. "You're wearing my favorite hoodie right now. I was looking for it all day Tasha!" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was yours." She apologized. "I stole it from Yelena's room thinking it was her's or Kate's."

"Cука!" You muttered to yourself. It made perfect sense that Yelena stole it, she was the last one visiting you in your apartment a day or two days ago. 

Natasha grinned at you, she liked that you cursed her sister in their mother language. "Here let me give it back to you." She took off your hoodie in one swift motion and now stood in front of you in a bra. You were shocked that she was confident and comfortable enough to stand there so exposed. After the shock was over you tried your best not to look at her boobs, so your eyes wandered around her room. When you looked to her desk you saw her and yourself on the phone screen. That was when you realized that it was still recording, you shyly step in front of her phone to cover the camera with your back. "You're still recording." You told her with a hint of uneasiness in your voice. Her eyes suddenly became big. "Oh shit.. Y/N I'm not recording anything, I'm live on Instagram!" The panic was written all over her face. 

"Good thing you don't have many followers to tune in.. right?" You ask her cluelessly. She huffed, she would have loved your innocence about social media if it were for a different situation that didn't include exposing herself half naked to the world. 

"Detka, I'm an Avenger." She stated. You nodded, "Wow! Who would have thought!" The sarcasm and teasing was dripping from you. "So what?" Natasha sighed, she was getting tired of this situation. "Turn around and look at the upper right corner." You did as you were told to do, there in the corner was a tiny viewer count saying 50K and it kept growing by each second. Only then you realized why Natasha reacted the way she did. "How do you end this live thing??" 

Natasha noticed your now new panicked state and found it quite amusing. "You gotta.. uhm.. on the right.. wait let me just.." She stepped behind you and pressed her body into yours, hiding her half exposed body from the world. You felt her arms brushing against each side of your body, trying to navigate her way to end the livestream. With every movement she made you felt her boobs, that were pressed against your back, even more. Warmth spread through your whole body and you start to panic since you couldn't control yourself anymore. Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid. You constantly told yourself. 

Both of you sighed in relief when you saw that the livestream had ended. She leaned her forehead against your shoulder for a second before taking a step back and turning you around by your waist. "You could have returned my hoodie later." Natasha continued to stare at your face, only meeting your gaze from time to time. "How come you forgot that you were live?"

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, her gaze returned to yours, her green eyes looked into your y/e/c ones softly. "I got distracted." Nat admitted. You raised your left eyebrow, not getting what would distracted her that much. "By what?" "You." Your breath got caught in your throat. "M-me?"

She gave you a small shy smile and nodded. "Yes, you." Your heart beat so fast that you could heart it in your ears. It was also a reason why you could not stop stuttering. "W-w-why?" 

"Is that not obvious?" She teased you before her whole aura got serious. "You always looks so cute and you talking russian just made things worse." Holy motherfucker... NATASHA ROMANOFF FINDS ME CUTE. The two of you stood there with blushing cheeks looking all awkward and like two idiots who didn't know how to make a first step.

"I honestly don't know what to say." 

She took your hands into hers, holding them softly in between your bodies, squeezing them a bit because of her nervousness. "Would you go on a date with me?" You felt your voice slip away so you just nodded and smiled at her widely. 

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i NEED to know your omega pete hcs <3

Okay some of these aren’t even omega pete hcs, they’re just omegaverse headcanons in general oops lol. Also, this isn’t fobmegaverse/transomega!pete, but some of these do overlap with him. 

Pete, when he’s younger, is very resistant to being characterized as a typical omega and so does shit to make him less perceived as one. He plays up his aggression, acts tougher than he is, deepens his voice. He doesn’t do housework, doesn’t cook, doesn’t bottom. (internalized omegaphobia…lmfao). Getting older, growing up, meeting more people who don't quite fit the mold, and becoming more solid with where he sits in his own body, he then becomes more comfortable leaning into his “softer” side. He gets more chilled out about doing stuff that’s typically associated with being an omega, now knowing that being an omega doesn’t make you lesser

Collars started out as courting gifts (though they looked less like collars and were more like necklaces). Kind of like an engagement ring, they acted as a precursor to the mating bite, something to entertain with the idea of being permanent, before it actually is. Courted omegas would walk around with collars, smelling like their mate, and it gave off the idea that they’d been claimed as property.

Some omegas began wearing collars on their own as a deterrent, to fend off unwanted attention under the guise of already being claimed by an alpha. Over time this became less a defense mechanism and developed more into omegas wearing collars for themselves, saying “I Own Myself,” and collars turned into sort of a political statement, especially in like punk scenes. Collars went from being essentially jewelry, and turned into thick black leather with studs and spikes.

(I think also there’d be another shift where collars become less about making a statement, and more of a fashion piece. Pete would really fucking love collecting different designer collars to wear. Also I think there'd be discourse about if you can wear collars as a non-omega LOL)

This isn’t even a headcanon it’s just pw canon- Pete’s obsessed with scent, and also with sharing clothes. Those things go hand-in-hand here. Scent in the omegaverse is like a person’s whole entire being. Sharing clothes with scent on it is basically the same as someone saying they’re okay with being so intimately associated with you. They don’t mind having your scent on them, and theirs on you. To Pete, it’s an affirmation that he’s not completely fucked up. That he’s still Good Enough to have his scent interwoven with another person’s. 

I feel like the band would eventually kind of develop their own pack scent. From how much time they spend together on tour, all their individual scents mix together to the point that it becomes something distinctly Them. They just smell like Fall Out Boy. Being a part of Fall Out Boy is a facet of their scent that’s as natural to their being as where they’re from. Over the hiatus, without the pack/band scent being “maintained,” it fades away, to just a hint, until you can barely even smell it on them.

Fall out boy puppy piles. That’s it. 

The inner romantic in Pete likes to believe in the idea of the True Mate, even if it’s not really that feasible, with zero logical basis. He likes to fall in love at first sight and fling himself into relationships (with maybe less care than he should) because that’s how True Mates, he thinks, should work. He believes it to be a kind of trust fall, to dare to leap into love and hope that it’s destined to be forever. After falling flat too many times, the True Mate idea’s kind of shattered in his brain. So maybe he doesn’t have a True Mate, but he guesses the idea’s bullshit anyway because nothing can be truer than cornflower blue.

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Stan's eyebrows furrow at the horror written on your face. He turns around and takes a few steps back at the surprising closeness between him and a guy covered in all black clothing. He backs up and stands in front of you, shielding your body using his.

The hooded figure just stands there, not moving, his face isn't even visible, Stan doesn't even know what to say, you don't even know what to say. Minutes pass and it feels like ages as the hooded figure slowly looks up. You still can't make out his face and from taking a glance at Stan he can't either.

"Y/n." His voice brings you chills, you don't recognize it but it sounds fake, like he's using a voice changer. "You need.." the man clears his throat, "I need to tell you something."

"You get any fucking closer and I knock you the fuck out, you bitch." Stan warns, quickly taking off his coat and throwing it to the side.

The man puts his hands up in defeat, "I'm not here to fight you, either of you. I have information for Y/n. Information that proves to her that the people she trusts isn't all what they hold up to be."

"That's enough, get out of he-" "Stan." You cut him off and Stan gives you an incredulous look, "Y/n, you cannot be serious."

"I am serious, but he has to tell us from where he's standing. Do you hear that?!" You raise your voice at the figure, "you tell me what you have from right there! Do not come any closer!"

The hooded figure chuckles, "I wasn't planning on getting any closer anyways, your guard dog looks vicious." Stan scoffs at that, "whatever, tell us what you know, creep."

"That's all I wanted her to know, her future is doomed, it's been set that way from the start. As of right now, she should be doing her part." The hooded figure coughs, "and I'm doing my part, giving you the forewarning. Take this information as you wish. I really mean no harm. I just want whats best for Y/n after all."

Disgust makes its way onto your face, "You know nothing about me how could you know what's best for me?"

The hooded man takes a step forward and immediately Stan does too, "I know everything about you, Y/n! You bought a gsrm20BS and you played it tonight. I know that you joined this band because of Kyle and Nichole, who asked you to play 2 months into the original formation of the band. I know that you used to live in Washington until moving to South Park 12 and half years ago. 12 years, 6 months and 4 days actually." The man starts shaking at he recalls details of you that even you forgot about.

Stan stands there, shocked at the man in front of you two. You stand there, shocked at the man in front of you two. Neither of you can believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You look at the distance between you and the hotel before nudging Stan. He catches your drift and shakes his head, mouthing a "still too dangerous." Unfortunately he'd be right too, the man's stance is one for lunging. You also can't tell if he's got any weapons on him.

The man is still talking about minute details about you before he abruptly stops, "I went off there, I apologize..I came here to tell you about how worried I was about you. I'll always be here for you, Y/n.." He trails off.

You wonder where Kyle is, if he's even noticed that you haven't arrived yet, texting him right as you left the venue was a smart move and at this point he should know you're late, but.. in his defense he's probably asleep.

That leaves the others, but they are going out to eat right now and are expecting Stan to be late so that's no good either.

Stan's phone is in his coat pocket that he threw on the ground and yours is in your jeans pocket, but you doubt you'd be able to get to it to send anyone a text in time before the stalker attacks you, Stan, or even the both of you if he has a weapon.

Lastly, you wonder about Kenny. He was going to facetime you after the concert ended. The concert was well over an hour ago and yet you still haven't received a call.

Before you can decide what to do, police sirens are heard in the far distance, the stalker freezes at the sounds of sirens and runs off into an alleyway besides the hotel before disappearing.

You look at Stan, nerves at an all time high, shock, fear, relief, and many more emotions evident on your face. Stan looks down at you with a similar look.

"Did..did you call the police?" Stan asks you after a few seconds pass, you shake your head, "I didn't even...reach my phone just in case he had a weapon on him.. I.." You look around at you to see if any passersby were in the street, but the streets were empty.

"Y/n! Stan! Oh jesus christ, thank god you guys are safe." Kyle runs down the hotel steps, before running to the two of you and pulling the two of you in a tight hug.

"Kyle! Dude, you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now." Stan breathes out, relief evident in his tone. Kyle lets the two of you go and you stand there, tears welling in your eyes before gripping onto Kyle once more. Sobbing into his shoulder you clutch onto him so tightly that Kyle thinks about how tomorrow he may see a few bruises.

"Thank you.." is all you can say muster out while sobbing as Kyle rubs your back soothingly. As you guys finally separate Stan turns to Kyle and asks, "how'd you know that we were in trouble?"

"I found your wallet in my bag, so as I was heading out the door to wait for you guys, I noticed the tense stand off, but I couldn't hear anything so I called the police because it seemed weird as hell. I thought it was a crackhead, why what happened?"

Before Stan has a chance to explain, the police finally pull into the front of the hotel. "Stalker." You whisper out to Kyle. As he hears those words he puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes. The three of you turn to the police, getting mentally ready for an even longer night.

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Lee Quinn Character Bio

Name: Leah Christine Quinn

Nicknames/Alias: Lee

Meaning of name: From the Hebrew name לֵאָה (Le'ah), which was probably derived from the Hebrew word לְאָה (le'ah) meaning "weary".

Pet Names: Little girl, kid, bird, little raven, young raven.

Gender: Cis girl.

Pronouns: She/her.

Gender Role: I guess feminine?

Sexual Orientation: Bi-demiromantic asexual.

Age: 17 (at death)

Birthday: November 9, 2004.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.

Birth Place: Possibly Midwest area?

Currently Lives: (If you can call it living) The Dreaming.

Religion: Kinda believes in multiple things.

Nationality: American.

Relationship Status: Single.

Language Spoken and Native Language: English.

Skills/Talents: Sewing, flying (though that’s when she’s a raven), knows a lot about sharks.

Hobbies: Reading, playing video games, exploring The Dreaming.

Backstory:

Lee Quinn unexpectedly died in her sleep and was visited by Death to be taken to the afterlife. Since she died in her sleep, she was given the option to choose The Dreaming as her afterlife. She made a deal to try it out and then decide if she wanted to stay or go to The Sunless lands. Because of the unnatural situation of her death, Lee believes her cause of death was foul play and she tries to figure out what happened to her. When she shows up in The Dreaming, it takes Morpheus and Lucienne by surprise. At first, Dream tells her she should choose to go with Death instead, but Lee insists on thinking about it. He's really too busy trying to recover his tools and restore The Dreaming so he leaves Lucienne in charge of Lee until he returns and can decide her fate. Things only get crazier from there... Lee shows up in episode 2.

FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FOES:

Distant Family: She was adopted and knows she has other family out there, but never got to meet them.

In Contact with Parents?: No, for obvious death reasons. She was adopted as an infant and never met her birth mother, but knew she was wanted by her but it didn't work out for multiple reasons. The only parental figure in her life was her adoptive mother, who treated her bad. (Had an adoptive father but he was eventually out of the picture)

Upbringing: See above.

Siblings:  None that she knows of.

Children: None.

Best Friend(s): Had a best friend back when she was still alive.

Other Friends: Dream, Lucienne, Matthew, Death, Calliope.

Acquaintances: Rose Walker, Jed Walker, others.

Pets: None.

Bosses: Does Dream kinda count? Lol.

Enemy(s): Lucifer, Desire (slightly), honestly anyone who has beef with Dream.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Species: Human.

Ethnicity: ashkenazi jewish, german, scottish & english.

Facial Types: Either round or square.

Eye Color: Brown.

Hair Color: Brunette.

Hair Styles: Long with bangs.

Skin Tone: Light.

Complexion: Fair.

Makeup: None usually except maybe eyeliner sometimes.

Body Type: Slender.

Height: 5’3"

Piercings: Ear lobes.

Birthmarks and Scars: None as of writing this.

Distinguishing Features: Her eyes, long brown hair, and eyebrows.

HEALTH AND MENTAL:

Health Level: Well... she's dead.

Energy Level: Fairly high.

Memory: Iffy about some parts of her death.

Phobias: Afraid of her mother.

Mental Disorders: Autistic, ADHD.

Smoker: No.

Drinker: No.

Drug Use: No.

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?: When people don't take her seriously due to how young she is.

STYLE AND GROOMING:

Usual Style: Jackets/coats, t-shirts, high-waisted pants, boots.

How They Style Their Clothes: Tucks her shirts.

Does your OC dress for practicality or for the aesthetic?: Practicality. 

Grooming: She's clean.

What does your OC do when they get a stain on their clothes?: Would just undo it, I'm sure she has that ability in The Dreaming.

Posture: Sometime slouches, but tries not to.

Habits and Mannerisms: Plays with her hair, stretches her wrists a lot, whistles.

Scent: Rain.

MOOD:

What Mood Would You Catch Them In: Chill.

Attitude: Depends.

Mood Stability: Struggles with it.

Expressiveness: Pretty expressive. 

How Are They When Happy: Talkative, jokes and laughs more, smiles a lot.

How Are They When Sad: Very withdrawn, probably by herself.

How Are They When Angry: Outbursts, probably crying.

What makes them cry?: When her feelings are hurt, meltdowns, thinking about her death.

Describe one of your OC’s bad habits: Gets snippy.

What is always guaranteed to make them smile?: A meme.

When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?: Usually flight but it really depends.

Does your OC prefer Grand Romantic Gestures or little acts of care?: Little acts of care.

How does your OC calm down when they’re angry?: Taking a walk.

Is your OC more of a casual flirting type, a type to have crushes, or a falling-in-love type?: Falling-in-love.

Is your OC more of a thinker, a talker, or a doer?: Talker.

How physically affectionate is your OC?: Only with her friends.

Does your OC thrive on change or stability?: Change.

ITEMS AND THINGS:

Wardrobe (Describe Their Closet): Brown corduroy pants and black shoes that are Doc Martens but not boots, a greenish-blue plaid flannel button-up long-sleeved shirt, a white t-shirt that has pictures of different sharks with their names labeled on it, a vintage-looking beige corduroy fleece/fur-lined jacket.

Equipment: Has a phone, has most modern technologies or has the means to get it.

Accessories: Melted ying-yang earrings, a pride pin, a white ballcap that says 'in dog years I'm dead' (thinks it's funny and ironic because she's already dead),

What’s their favorite way to keep warm (coats, a fireplace, a hug, etc.)- Coats.

What is the strangest thing your OC always carries in their pocket/bag, and why?: Doesn't really carry stuff on her since her death, but when alive, probably a small shark plush.

Funds: Doesn't need them.

Transportation: Can fly as a raven and travel between realms, Dream also takes her places.

Collections: Used to collect shark-related things.

SEX:

Lovers: None.

Marital Status: Not married.

Their Type: Her best friend in the waking world...

IDEOLOGIES:

Religion: Listed above.

Morals: Good mainly.

Does your OC generally assume the best or the worst in people?: Really depends.

Priorities: Her friends.

HOPES, DREAMS, AND FAILURES:

Main Goal: To navigate the afterlife and what comes with it.

Dream Career: Used to be working with sharks.

Worries: So many.

STRENGTHS, WEAKNESSES, AND OTHERS:

Strengths: Friendly, creative, curious.

Flaws: Stubborn, feisty, tends to get into trouble.

FAVORITES:

Colors: Green, yellow, blue.

Animals: Sharks, cats, dogs.

Places: Warm sunny places.

Flavors: Sweet and spicy.

Foods: Chips, strawberries, potatoes.

What’s their favorite candy?: Skittles.

Drinks: Orange juice.

Characters: Luz Noceda from The Owl House.

Genre: Fantasy, comedy horror, comedy.

Movies: Moana, Star Wars movies, Thor: Ragnarok.

Games: Minecraft, maybe The Last of Us, A Plague Tale, Mario Cart, Star Wars: Battlefront.

Shows: Stranger Things, Puppet History, Buzzfeed: Unsolved and True Crime, The Owl House.

Music: Indie, rock, pop, some slightly unusual stuff similar to Glass Animals.

Bands: Florence + The Machine, Glass Animals, Mitski, MARINA, Hozier, The Oh Hellos, Mother Mother.

Songs: Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush, Two - Mother Mother, Daffodil - Florence + The Machine, Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks, Constant Runners - Josef Salvat, Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine, DARE - Gorillaz, Dangerous - Big Data/Joywave, Glad You Came - The Wanted, and more.

Subjects: Art.

Websites: Tumblr.

What are your OC’s three favorite scents?: Restaurant smells, Bath and Bodyworks (though it can be a bit overwhelming), bubble baths.

What are your OCS's favorite flowers? Do they even like flowers?: Daisy.

Which Studio Ghibli feature film would your OC like the best?: Spirited Away.

LEAST FAVORITES:

Colors: Anything that causes eyestrain. 

Animals: Crickets. 

Flavors: Mustard. 

Foods: Lima beans.

Drinks: Coke.

Sports: Football.

Subjects: Math.

Websites: Twitter.

Is there a smell your OC can’t stand?: Burnt.

So tell me about your OCs versus math. Good at multiplication but hates doing other stuff. 

SOUND, VOICE, AND OTHERS:

Languages: English.

Accent: American.

Voice: Probably somewhat similar to Ellie Williams (tlou), at least in mannerisms?

Faceclaim: Lauren Lindsey Donzis.

Laughter: Giggles.

OVERALL IMPRESSIONS:

Overall Reputation: Mixed.

First Impressions: A outgoing/bold teen girl.

Stranger Impressions: See above.

Friendly Impressions: Funny.

Enemy Impressions: Extremely frustrating. 

ALIGNMENTS AND MISC.:

Song: Blink - Mob Rich

[vizthedatum]

I think I’m getting sicker.

I’m currently on my THIRD ROUND of antibiotics… and well? I was feeling better last week (genuinely was!) but then I realized that I was masking my pain because I had a lot to get through… AND I ALSO WANTED TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE. I wanted to write, do my job, talk to my friends, go outside, etc.

—

😭 the pain I’ve been continuously mentally numbing is coming back full force and I am exhibiting some serious symptoms right now (and while I *am* anxious… I don’t think the symptoms are just my anxiety).

I’m worried about sepsis or a kidney infection (which could put me at risk for sepsis).

I just packed my backpack. If I go the ER now - I should be able to drive there now in my current state before I am too dizzy (I can feel it all coming on).

Yesterday my clinic told me that if my symptoms get worse, I need to go to the ER. And frankly, I was in such a “fuck it” mood yesterday that I just wanted to hang out with my friends so I just took all the precautions and prep I could possibly take and I did it. (I rested a lot this wknd too! Including cleaning!! Even tho my bedroom is a mess only bc I’ve been trying to figure out which clothes to donate)

But uh… enough blogging (for now) and I drive myself there? And then… I unmask (but code-switch still to make sure they fucking treat me well) my pain and discomfort and DISAPPOINTMENT that my infection may have reached my kidneys…. (I believe it was a HAI (hospital acquired infection) from my last bladder instillation and since I likely have biofilm and stuff bc I have recurrent UTIs for most of my life AND interstitial cystitis, I need to go)

—

I don’t care if people think I’m being dramatic.

It’s my body, and it’s the only fucking one I have.

I wish I could power through, but I’ve taken three doses of this current antibiotic regimen… and since I woke up this morning, my symptoms have progressively just gotten worse.

—

Fuck, I even tried to make things easier for myself… I ordered a bunch of food and was gonna just chill the fuck out in front of my TV

—

BLAH

[alizekk]

Strongman Eugen Sandow’s Endorsement of the “Magic Cold Bath”

Editor’s note: I’ve long been a proponent of the benefits of cold showers, and cold baths are just as good, if not better, as they allow your whole body to be submerged. As another witness to the wisdom of this practice, today I add the endorsement of world famous strongman Eugen Sandow. Under the heading “The Magic Cold Bath” in his health and fitness manual, Strength and How to Obtain It (1897), Sandow recommends taking a frigid dip after each exercise session. While he suggests only staying in a cold bath for a few seconds, I personally try to soak for up to 20 minutes to get the full benefits. If you’ve been hesitant about making the plunge, maybe Sandow’s encouragement will finally get you to do it — as he says, the summer is the best time to start!

I am sometimes accused of being a bit of a faddist about the use of the cold bath, and possibly the heading of this chapter may give strength to that opinion. But its exhilarating and health-giving effects really justify the use of the adjective. The longer I live, and the greater my experience, the more I am convinced of its virtues. Let me advise every pupil after exercising, while the body is still hot, to take a cold bath. It does not matter how much he may be perspiring; the cold bath will prove exceedingly beneficial. He must be careful, however, not to take his bath if he is out of breath. The exercises will, no doubt, quicken the heart’s action; but in from three to five minutes after the series is completed, the heart should be beating normally again. For persons who suffer from weak heart I should not advise a cold bath. As a general rule there is no need to ask the questions, “Is my heart weak?” For if it is weak you should know it beyond a doubt.

In advising cold baths, I speak, of course, for persons in the enjoyment of ordinary health. The bath should be begun in the summer and continued every morning throughout the year. In the winter, if the room is cold, light the gas and close the window. If your hair is not injuriously affected by cold water — and in many cases, I believe, cold water will be found to strengthen it — begin, as you stand over the bath, by splashing the water five and twenty times over your head. In any case, if you are averse to wetting the hair, be careful to begin by sponging the temples and nape of the neck. Next, whilst still standing over the bath, splash the water fifteen times against the chest and ten times against the heart. Then jump into the bath, going right down under the water. In the summer you may remain in the water from ten to fifteen seconds, but in the winter let it be just a jump in and out again.

The subsequent rub down with towels is popularly supposed to produce half the benefits that result from a cold bath. I have no hesitation in saying that this is a great mistake. Let me explain the reason: As you get out of the bath you rub down first one part of the body and then the other, and thus, whilst one part is being warmed by the friction, the other is getting cold. Many people who take cold baths in this way complain of touches of rheumatism, and the whole trouble arises, I believe, from different parts of the body being alternately warmed and chilled.

In order to overcome the risk of this ill-effect my advice is this: Do not spend any time over rubbing yourself down. If you do not like the idea of getting into your clothes wet, just take the water off the body as quickly as you possibly can with a dry towel, jump into your clothes, and let Nature restore your circulation in her own way. You will get quite as warm by this method as by vigorously rubbing down, with the added advantage that the heat of the body will be more evenly distributed. If, owing to poor health or other exceptional causes, the circulation is not fully and promptly restored, walk briskly up and down the room. If you should still feel cold in any part of the body probably the bath is not suited to your constitution, and in that case it is not advised. In ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, however, the cold bath, taken as I have described, will have nothing but the most beneficial effects; and, if taken every morning throughout the year, it is the surest preventive that I know against catching cold. On the other hand, irregularity is liable to produce cold. In short, having once begun the cold bath, make a rule, summer and winter, never to leave it off.

Personally, I find the very best form of the cold bath is to get into your clothes after it without drying the body at all. For the first moment or two the sensation may not be perfectly agreeable, but afterwards you feel better and warmer for adopting this method. The damp is carried away through the clothes and no particle of wet is left.

For pupils who have not the convenience of a bathroom, a cold sponging down may be recommended as a substitute. In this case let two towels be taken and soaked with water. Rub the front of the body down with one, and the back with the other. This method prevents the towel from absorbing the heat from the body, and the cold sponging is thus distributed evenly over its surface. Afterwards dry the body quickly as before, letting no time be lost in getting into your clothes.

I have often been asked whether in the event of exercising at night it is advisable to take a cold bath afterwards. My reply is: “Certainly.” Always have a cold bath or sponge down after exercising. It will make you feel “as fresh as paint,” improve your appetite, and make the skin clean and firm, and be generally conducive to happiness and good health. Some people tell me that a cold bath immediately before retiring keeps them awake; if that be so, I should advise them to exercise earlier in the day. But the exercise and the cold bath ought to be regarded as inseparable.

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Something For Your Mind— p.a

♕ A/N: Feedback please, yes I do accept requests, and no I have not read the book.

♕ SUMMARY: Your parents offered a simple explanation- Fremen with the gift of prescience. A secret amongst the sand.

♕ WORD COUNT: 4.5K

♕ WARNING: None

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AS A CHILD, YOUR PARENTS OFFERED A SIMPLE EXPLANATION OF YOUR DIFFERENCES—a Fremen with the gift of prescience. Not many believed in what seemed to be a tall tale—a myth. Though it may not have been prescience, it was no doubt you wielded a gift. The new age of six marked the realization of how wrong they indeed were about you.

Your quiet steps fell unnoticed by multiple of your people in the surrounding area. The only cloth on your body being your nightgown, you without thought abandoned your stillsuit. Your mother’s cries reached your ears as you stepped out into the harsh sunlight. The dry heat greeted you without consequence, and your people watched you with heavy curiosity. A small giggle escaped you as you fell to one knee, eyes focused on the horizon. The amount of time you spent out in the desert without protection was unheard of.

This was only the start. On your tenth birthday, your father and others had a mission to carry out. The day of their expected return came with the greeting of the sun glistening off the sand—no man in sight. On the following day, your mother failed to not outwardly worry for your father. Yet you sat like an oblivious child, at least that was the perception. Your mother and the others spoke in hushed whispers nearby, “—be dead.”

“They hide out north. House of Harkonnen search the surrounding area for them. Father says he should be home in another three days’ time,” You explain in a matter-of-fact tone with your eyes on your food. The room came to a chilling stillness, but still, you focused on your food with a tranquil smile.

“(Y/n),” Your mother’s steps toward you were slow and controlled. She stopped at your side before she crouched. Her gaze on you was tense, but you looked back at her unfazed. “Why do you say such things?”

“Father told me last night. In my dreams,” This was the first time the others caught wind of such ability. However, they brushed it off as a hopeful child who awaited her father; when most of the team returned three days later, a cloud of questions covered your village of people. As you rested, your parents were wide awake.

“We always knew she was different, but our girl is special,” Your father insisted. Your mother joined a few naysayers who’d convince themselves your words were only a coincidence.

“She is just a girl,” Your mother urged, but even as the words left her, it was forced. Your father grabbed both of your mother’s hands; looking deeply into her eyes, he shook his head.

“I had just finished my round of watch. I couldn’t sleep despite how heavy my eyelids were. Then it happened—my love, it felt like something I had never seen before. The cold disappeared, and a warmth overcame me. My eyes blurred, but I could make it out. (Y/n) walked to me, placing her thumb on the center of my forehead and pointer finger at my temple. She said sleep, things went black, but I woke not in my body. I could see myself resting as well as the other warriors. She told me you cried to Chani’s parents. I told her where we were and exactly when we planned to return,” The vigor in his voice evaporated any doubt in your mother’s mind. A lone tear escaped her as her husband’s brows pulled knit. “Do you know something?”

“I know the prophecies of the Bene Gesserit. The Kwisatz Haderach,” She explained, but your fathers’ eyes hardened. His immediate reaction to point out you could not possibly be the one. “I know that, but what about Praeditus? They hold no bloodline. No pattern. Power derived from the earth, unfazed by nature’s vigor.”

“My love, if you are right. Suppose our girl is the Praeditus that means the messiah lives. The emperors will never let her live. The Kwisatz Haderach would be nothing without her,” He spoke in a hushed whisper. His eyes scanned the room as if someone was listening. Your mother edged close to your door. No sound. She placed her hand flat on the surface. Nothing. The sight of you resting in bed did little to ease her trembling. Your father joined her side, watching you rest without care.

“We must hide her abilities from the others. Our people knowing will undoubtedly spread to the Houses. No one can know,” Your mother spoke barely above a whisper. The stillness of your home was replaced with the tossing and turning of your sleeping body.

Your parents were subtle at dispelling the truth from spreading further. No longer allowed to enter the desert without a stillsuit, your parents enacted harsh discipline and provided you little to no explanation. Not much time passed before they put you under the tutelage of Jamis. His ferocity and conscientious nature could shape you into a great warrior. Any attempts to talk about your abilities would result in a fretful conversation with your mother. Your father took an easier going route, reminding you to trust them. It was for your safety, of course. This explanation never satiated your desire; after such moments followed a morose cloud above you.

At the age of twelve, though, your ferocity only pushed the topic further. Still, your mother remained the tyrant in your eyes and your father her trusted soldier. Most dinners would now consist of yourself and your mother bickering. Then began your rebellious phase of being a teenager. In your studies, the focus had moved from your home to the dark stormy terrain of Caladan. There resided the House of Atreides. A long way from your sandy home, the young heir grew accustomed to his struggle with sleep. He grew comfortable waiting for the girl to place her thumb on his forehead and pointer finger to his temple. The dulcet voice commanding him to sleep, only to greet her in an astral plane he knew little about.

“Tell me more of your home,” Paul urged. So you did, but these moments would always come to an end. You would wake to greet your day with hate, having no choice but to hide your true self away. Meanwhile, Paul greeted his day under the pretenses you were just a dream. A part of what his mother described as the gift of prescience—how long could they all possibly be so wrong?

You were fifteen with your first real encounter of outsiders, Duncan Idaho. A fierce warrior without a doubt, just as he had you bested, it mattered little.

“Sleep,” You muttered from the ground, and at the sight of his faltering, you moved forward. Thumb to his forehead and pointer finger to his temple. Both your bodies fell to the sand, and your people rushed to pull you both inside.

“What is this?” Duncan rushed at you only to find both of you lacked permanency. You watched unfazed as Stilgar treated Duncan’s resting body as a prisoner. Meanwhile, Jamis checked on you as Chani rushed to alert your parents.

“I’m not certain myself, honestly. Why do you come here?” A tension rested between your eyes as you held the astral plane with all of your strength.

“I mean your people no harm,” He called out, but you openly questioned why you should believe him. It did not matter what he said; every thought, sight, and sound he ever encountered sat before you. Almost like a library you now had full access to—a swordmaster from the house Atreides with no orders against the Fremen.

“You are true. I will make sure no harm comes to you from my people. You have my word,” Your even tone and expressionless persona brought Duncan no solace. No questions could follow before you released your hold. Duncan woke with a loud gasp alone and bound. At the same time, you woke with a simple opening of your eyelids. Your parents hovered over you with Stilgar, Jamis, and Chani by your feet.

“Are you alright?” Your mother eagerly questioned. Her eyes were misty as she gently caressed both sides of your face. The lack of verbally wanting to murder each other proved to be a smokescreen to the deep love between the two of you. You ask for a moment with your parents alone.

“That man, Duncan Idaho, is his name. He is not here to hurt us,” You explain, but immediately your mother shushes you. “I know, Mother. I will say nothing, but you both cannot let our people hurt him. He is a warrior from the House of Atreides with an order against the Harkonnens.”

“(Y/n) we’ve talked about this. Using your gift is dangerous,” Your father sighed, but you shook your head. Too busy hiding your ability away, they had no understanding of it.

“He was born of Geidi Prime like you father. Although Harkonnen slaughtered his parents, he escaped his captors and devoted himself to the House of Atreides,” This revelation earned a wide-eyed look from your father. He never talked about his past with anyone besides his wife. Their discussion was only once long before you were born.

“How do you—how?” Stumbling on his own words, even your mother appeared stunned.

“I’m not completely sure. I think that the place we go is actually your mind. Once I’m in, I can see, hear, and even smell your memories. I don’t know how it worked; it just does,” You explained. A deep sigh leaving your mother fear plagued her features.

“(Y/n) we’ve had our suspicions, but now I am certain—no one can ever know you can do this,” You cared little for her glassy-eyed stare or the fright in her usually rigid features.

“Why must I hide myself away?” You exclaimed, but your mother did something she had never done before. Her right hand gripped the top edge of your stillsuit, pulling you close to her as her left hand covered your mouth. She offered a stern glare before glancing at the doors.

“The emperors would never let the Praeditus live,” Releasing, she gave you no time to recollect yourself as she let the others back in. Both your parents vouched for Duncan, but the conversation drowned out. You knew little of the Praeditus, only surface-level information. For the first time, your mother’s insistence on hiding the power away made a semblance of sense.

Your family’s insistence put the guardianship of Duncan on the three of you. Dinner carried on in a tense fashion. To Duncan, it was due to his presence but oh how it ran much deeper.

“I hear that the Emperors might assign the House of Atreides as feif rulers of Arrakis. Will they arrive soon?” All eyes move to you as a pause ensues. This only furthers the tension in the air.

“As far as I know, you hear tall tales. Do tell, how did you do that out there?” Duncan’s question brings a stillness to the room. You are the only one who continues to eat casually. “Some speak of a Fremen girl with gifts, is that what that was?”

“I see we both fall victim to tall tales,” You say with your eyes on your food. He never did question the moment any further. It was not long before Duncan felt more like a friend. His genuine interest in your people made him welcomed, even by Chani, who remained endlessly tense. Your training together revealed a similar fighting style.

On his final night, you both sit out on the sand not far from your village. It was no secret you wished him to stay.

“The tall tales you hear are true. You can never share this information, though,” You explain, feeling a breath leave you that you never really knew you were holding.

“Why?” He questioned. Both of you stared off, not sparing each other a single glance. The cool night offered you coverage from threats and your stillness, ensuring your safety from sandworms.

“Not certain. I just know my people will not be safe if you do,” The vagueness of your answers shielded you from revealing the whole truth. His lack of complete knowledge on the Bene Gesserit granted you a trusted confidant. Rather than asking more questions about said ability, his only wonder was why him? “I may never have a chance to tell someone ever again. So why not you?”

Duncan left long before you woke from your sleep. Life continued as it always had, but it was not long before the House of Atreides was assigned ruler. Your mother forbade you from attending the royal arrival. How could you stop someone with the power of the mind? You picked one of the patrons in the crowd in the back. People failed to notice how the woman dropped without a word. Your scarf covering your face, you ignored how the woman pleaded to know what was happening. Her fearful pleas fell on deaf ears as you focused forward.

“The house of Atreides is arriving,” Is all you said, observing them step out onto the sand. Your eyes landed on Paul, immediately captivated by the terrain; he appeared in awe. He looked toward the crowd scanning them carefully as they called out. His eyes stopped in your general vicinity, but you shook it off as there was no way he could see you, could he? The way his eyes seemed to burn into your own and his eyebrows pulled knit spoke volumes.

“(Y/n)!” Your eyes open with the initial blank stare before you fully return. Then, standing over you, your mother had her arms crossed and a stern glare. “You insolent child!”

“You suffocating matriarch!” You screamed in response, leaning up on your forearms.

“Fine, you want this life! I’ll show you this life!” Your mother raged, unsheathing her sword; she rushed at you with unmatched speed. The blocks you manage to complete result in light cuts near your hand. “By order of the Padishah Emperor Shaddam Corrino IV. (Y/n) (L/n) of the Fremen people shall not be permitted to live.”

“Mother!” You shouted, managing to escape the confinements of your room.

A loud clang reached your ears, but your mother was nowhere in sight.

“Tari, stop this at once!” Your father’s voice boomed from behind you. Despite this, you do not break your stance, scanning the room carefully to find nothing.

Silence filled the room as your parents defied each other. You stood in the center of the main room with your heart pounding. Nothing. Finally, she rushed you from your blind spot. You sidestepped her, snatching her dagger from her waistline. In one fluid motion, she swept your legs from under you; her right hand held the edge of her sword at your neck. Her left arm craned her other sword high, ready to descend it upon you.

“Is this what you want, insolent girl! An army to come for us. They will kill us all!” She screamed down at you; you visibly trembled beneath her. Silent tears trickled from your cheeks to the floor.

“Ontari enough!”

“Cassian, you baby her! Shielding her from the truth is putting false thoughts in her mind! I will not lose her again!” Your mother screamed. Her fiery crumbled into violent sobs as she threw the swords on the ground next to you.

When you finally mustered the courage to speak, you still lay on the floor. The trembling did not calm, and as you were now a prisoner of your own body. You were barely audible as you spoke lower than ever before, “What does that mean?”

Ontari stormed out, leaving your father to offer his hand and pull you from the ground. His shoulders fell with a giant huff while he made you a cup of tea. “Remember when you went outside without a stillsuit for the first time? Sardaukar troops came.”

“Why don’t I remember this?”

“Probably had the Bene Gesserit use the voice on you. You were so young you likely can’t remember it. They had you for weeks on end, and then they returned you unscathed. Determined the rumors were untrue,” He explained, but you frowned, sipping at the bitter tea.

“If I am the Praeditus, no way I stood before them, and they somehow missed it,” You pointed out, but your father shrugged, going in to explain you returned as if nothing happened.

“Listen, give your mother the benefit of the doubt. She loves you so much. She just wants you safe, okay?” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder; you nodded before he left you. The expectation to talk about what occurred lingered in your home, but instead, none of you spoke a word of it. Things rapidly reverted to their natural order at the Stietch; the only occurrence outside the norm was the whispers of Lisan al-Gaib. Not long after his departure, Duncan’s return came, but he returned not for you but Stilgar. Your insistence on joining Stilgar and Duncan to meet the House of Atreides earned high resistance. Ontari offered you a simple no, as Cassian now explained why. The unpredictable high winds of the desert kept them from leaving on the first night. You laid awake in your bed as a tug in your chest plagued. Almost as if something called to you from beyond the safety of your home. You close your eyes, allowing the pull to drag you from your bed. Paul laid in bed, his eyes in a daze as sleep hid from him, his eyes landing on you as you moved toward him. You brought your thumb to his forehead, but it did not take much before you entered his mind.

“How are you liking Arrakis? Big change from Caladan, I presume,” You tease, but a pang of guilt crept up your chest as you once again defied your parents. Paul chuckled, glancing at his resting body.

“It’s beautiful here. I’ve been waiting for you. You were in that crowd. The one when I arrived,” To Paul, you shared no outward reaction to him acknowledging this fact. You were indeed in attendance but not of your own flesh, leaving you wondering how he saw you. The pause that followed earned an uncomfortable shift as you were at a loss of what to say to him. You now carried too much information, standing before him without uttering a word of what you knew. All in all, it presented itself as a lie—a lie of omission.

“I think you’re mistaken,” You look away from him as you speak, barely above a whisper. The room he now resides in, not much different from his previous one. Spacious. Private. You fail to imagine life without never-ending sand or worrying of Harkonnens.

“I am not certain of what I saw,” He says, rising from his bed; his body rests as he moves around the Astral Plane. You consider warning him but instead release your hold on his mind entirely. Paul gasps awake in a panic before calming himself; he turns on the informative videos on Arrakis.

Meanwhile, you tiptoe through the dark of night in search of Duncan. You move stealthily, when you find him, determining it would be easier to enter his mind rather than startle him awake. You hover over him quietly, reaching forward, but as your pointer finger hit his temple, he swiftly grabs your wrist.

“What are you doing?” His voice was raspy as he squinted up at you. You apologize for the intrusion and explain you need a favor.

“Tell Stilgar you spoke of me to your people. Say your people will only allow me to be his warrior in second for this journey,” You sit at Duncan’s side with pleading eyes as he rubs his own.

“Why?” He asks, sitting up on his elbows; his hair frames his face with loose wavy curls. Out of everyone you begged to allow you with them, none of them asked why. The question wiped your mind of all thoughts, why did you want to go?

“Would you accept if I told you that I am not sure, but I need to find out?” You explain. He huffs at the riddles you throw. Your eagerness and desperate eyes make his shoulders fall as a sense of duty follows. He only offers a simple, “I’ll do what I can.”

You thank him profusely, even pulling him into a hug without warning. The following morning neither of your parents are around when you wake. You eat alone and finish your breakfast alone. No sign of your parents. Chani’s parents are your first stop, but only Chani greets. She explains Stilgar called on her parents; you likely were as well. When you near Stilgar’s, the sound of your mothers’ yelling reaches your ears.

“—dangerous! She will not!” Entering without permission, the room grows silent as all eyes fall on you. Duncan holds his composure as it’s obvious your mothers’ rage points toward him.

“What’s happening?” You ask, but no one says a word; even Chani’s parents avoid your gaze. Stilgar huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up at you.

“(Y/n) prepare your things. You will be my second in our travels to the House of Atreides,” He says, and your mother exclaims Stilgars name, but he holds up his hand, silencing her. “It’s been decided.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. The journey back to your space, your father comforts your mother. She keeps her eyes glued to you; for a moment, it feels as though you are already dead.

“I’m going to come home. I promise,” You fail to reassure her as you take out your unused pack. In it, you check the rations and make sure your extra knife still hangs on the side.

“You speak only when spoken to, okay? And don’t forget your manners,” She speaks to you so quickly you almost miss her words. Her hands touch either side of your face as if you are made of glass. Your father takes a calmer approach; any fear he may feel, he hides behind an easy-going exterior.

When the time came, you followed behind Duncan and Stilgar. Despite being Stilgar’s protection,’ it was clear he was yours. The journey was more straightforward than you expected, only one encounter with almost being swallowed by a sandworm. About three confrontations with Harkonnens, two of those encounters, you were able to get around them stealthily. In the final encounter, you hold your own, even saving Duncan’s life while doing so.

“Wait here,” Duncan says. Your eyes scan the room as you take in all of the grandeur. The high ceilings and large glass windows amaze you; you look as if you have just discovered fire. Stilgar glares at the guards who observe the two of you before Duncan beckons the both of you.

When you enter, Duncan introduces the two of you, stepping to the side to allow the Duke and his family to see you both. Paul’s composure falls only for a second as he tilts his head at the sight of you. You do not break eye contact with him as you stand rigid, immediately regretting coming here. Duke Leto greets you both, and you hear nothing of what he says. Stilgar spitting at the floor, and the guards going for their swords causes you to place your hand on the handle of your own. Your knees bend as you eye the guard on your right.

“Hold,” Duncan says; clearing his throat, he looks to you, waiting for you to remove your hand from your sword. You do so cautiously, moving your gaze back to the eager guard who glares at you. “Thank you, Stilgar, for the uh—gift of your body’s moisture. We accept it in the spirit in which it was given.”

Duncan spits onto the table as you still carefully watch the guard. Stilgar’s gaze moves to you, and you realize all of your mothers’ reminders of customs left you. You spit onto the floor to appease Stilgar before catching Paul’s gaze. He makes no attempt to appear unfazed by your presence, so much so his mother eyes you skeptically.

“I’m glad you’ve both come. I believe your people and mine have much to offer one another.” Your gaze moves to the Duke; he’s nothing like you imagined him to be. No harsh glare at the sight of you or deep intimidating voice. All that you imagine him to be happens to be Stilgar. Despite his formalities, Stilgar glares at the Duke with obvious distaste.

“You are outworlders. You come here to take and give nothing in return,” Stilgars deep voice and evident disgust fill the room. Duke Leto continues to hold his composure, revealing his well-trained diplomacy. He asks what you all may want in return; this makes you glance at Stilgar. “I ask for this. Do not come to our Stieches. Do not trespass in our lands. The dessert was ours long before you came; take your spice, but when you have it, go back to this side. That’s all we have to say; we must go.”

“Won’t you both stay? We’ll honor you,” Stilgar looks at Paul to find his eyes locked on your own. You hold his gaze as Silgar explains that honor for the two of you are elsewhere. “I recognize you.”

You whip your head toward Stilgar for an explanation as he speaks in your native tongue. Stilgar only turns, walking toward the massive doors, and you follow after him without a word to the Duke or his son.

“What did you mean by that?” You question as you rush to keep up with his long strides. Stilgar chuckles at you, assuring you that you are not as clever as you may think you are. Nearing the outside, you stop. staring at Stilgar with a pointed look, “Stop talking in circles. What did that mean in there?”

Stilgar huffs; looking back at you, he sees your mother’s stubbornness. You frown as he grabs your forearm, pulling you away from the guards who watches you both. He speaks in your native tongue as he holds an indiscernible look, “I am no fool. I recognize the boy just as I recognized you when you were only a little girl. A little girl who plays in dessert without a suit and plays in the minds of whomever she chooses.”

“You know not of what you speak,” Your attempt to lie crumbles as your voice wavers, and Stilgar tsks as he shakes his head. He promises your secret will always be safe with him. “How do I know that?”

“How do you think you got back home when the Sardaukar troops took you.”

[angelplummie]

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

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

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

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

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

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

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

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

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

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

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

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

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

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

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

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

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

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

Until it wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

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

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

What?

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

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

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

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

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

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

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

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

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

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

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

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

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

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

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

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

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

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

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

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

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

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

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

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

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

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

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

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

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

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

Fast.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

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

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

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

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

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

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

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

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

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

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

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

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

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

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

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

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

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cinnamonest]

most likely roofie their darling at a party?? I put my bet on Childe.

But I feel like Xiao would be a bit of a virgin stoner and maybe lace some weed idk

Honestly, as far as parties go, the most likely to attend in the first place would definitely be Childe or Kaeya... they would both be that kind of frat boy mentality honestly. And you look perfectly naive enough to be a perfect target. Honestly, they're more likely to get elaborate and host it themselves, they'd totally be those guys to have separate bowls and tell you this one has lower AC (spoiler alert: it doesn't). They have friends help them both out too of course, if needed, to slip something in while they're distracting you with this or that.

Childe will have already made sure his room is set up and to be sure people don't go in there so he can carry you on his own... he prefers to like, actually drug you, he's not patient enough to wait for you to get drunk or anything. Just sets you down on the bed and gets to work... oh, and he's smart enough to take your clothes off and throw them somewhere back in the main room, to convince you that you took them off yourself at some point in the night, which isn't too hard to believe since other people did too. Kaeya's more the type to just really spike you, get you to blackout before you even realize how much you've taken in. It's a smart strategy, because then it's easier to convince you that you weren't drugged when you wake up tomorrow morning. Nah, you did that all on your own.

But yes omg why does being a stoner fit Xiao so well... but yes he would probably lace you with rohypnol or something like that. Kazuha too, it fits him too and he'd be the same way honestly. But they're more likely to just sorta invite you over to his house for a lil while, just to hang out and chill, you know. Also should point out that these two are also the most likely to lace something very inconspicuous, like, you're just having a wholesome time at his house all alone and he says hang on, stay in here, he'll get you soda or juice or something.

They'd both honestly be so cute about it. Like, it should not be possible for a boy to be cute while going about date rape drugging you... but both somehow are. He's so nervous, you may even notice the trembling hands and stiffness of his body while you're drinking or smoking or whatever... he just waits until you start to lean over a bit... leaning on his shoulder!! It's so euphoric. And he just shakes you a little and asks if you're okay... no response. Okay, that's good. Now he can just peel your clothes off, give you kisses even though you're so limp... does the body still respond to pleasure if unconscious? Time to find out. He'll honestly use it as an opportunity to get used to what makes you feel good if so, to ease his performance anxiety later on, eating you out and fingering you even though you barely register anything.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Didn’t Know That You Were Pregnant [Request]

CHAN:

It was supposed to be a relaxing day out with the rest of the boys, going for a walk around the Han River and taking photographs with Hyunjin but your stomach was beginning to cramp and you were having back pains. 

"Maybe you should sit down," Minho said as he noticed how slow you were walking behind them, panting out of breath you walked over to some of the benches beside a fence and sat down. 

"Here," Felix called out as he rushed to your side and gave you a bottle of water, Chan glanced over at you smiling weakly as he noticed how sick you looked. The fact that you'd been sick for most of the week was starting to worry him but you pushed it aside as nothing more than a sickness bug that would pass sooner or later.

"Maybe we should call it a day, you look worse than you did yesterday," Jisung said in a worried tone he didn't mean for it to sound mean but he was worried about you, as were the other boys. Jisung's eyes kept looking between you and Chan as he walked over to your side but you let out a yelp in pain, at first, you thought you'd dropped the bottle of water that Felix had handed to you but then you felt pain radiate up your back and around your abdomen,

"Gross, Y/n needs to control her bladder." Minho laughed as he saw the pool of fluid by your feet and assumed you had wet yourself but that was when Chan's face ran pale and he began to calculate in his head. 

"I-I think my water broke," You mumbled as you looked over at Chan, he was piecing everything together over the last nine months, you'd gained weight, you'd been suck more often not to mention the weird cravings you'd been getting. 

"Holy shit." You yelled out as you struggled to get up from the bench, holding onto your stomach where there was barely even a bump. 

"I'm going to be an uncle?!" Jeongin screamed out loudly enough that the lady that was working the hot chocolate stand looked up to see what the fuss was about. Chan took your hand in his, walking with you towards the car so they could get you to a hospital but all of the boys were freaking out more than the two of you, yelling about how they weren't prepared and nothing was ready since you had no idea you were pregnant. 

MINHO:

You always thought those who claimed not to know that they were pregnant were being dramatic but now you knew first hand that they weren't. Sitting on the maternity ward with your sleeping daughter in your arms while Minho sat beside you on the bed just watching her sleeping. You had been home when you felt a bad pain spreading over your body, you figured it was nothing until it got to the point you couldn't focus on anything but the pain and headed to the doctor. 

"I can't believe you created another human." Changbin muttered as he walked into the room with a look of surprise on his face,

"Neither can we," You laughed as you laid your head on Minho's shoulder still remembering the look of shock on his face he had when you told him that you were going to have a baby. It was as if someone had drained all the colour out of him and for a few moments you thought he was going to pass out but he took it well and spent hours shopping for everything you were going to need online and having it delivered to your apartment that you shared together.

CHANGBIN:

"Where have you been I've been calling all day?!" You yelled out as you stood in the doorway of one of the studios, Changbin was chilling with Jisung and Chan while he claimed he was working. 

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" You groaned at his nagging questioning and looked down at your stomach, the bump was starting to bother you but you put that down to weight loss until about an hour ago when you felt something move inside of you followed by a gushing of water to your feet. 

"I'm in labour, so if you answered your phone I wouldn't have had to drive all the way here instead of a hospital," All three of the boys started to laugh with one another thinking it was some kind of prank but as soon as Changbin saw the seriousness on your face his smile fell to the floor. 

"You're really-"

"Yes."

"And I'm going to be dad-"

"Not if you don't get me to a fucking doctor!" You yelled out as another contraction hit you, bending over in pain as you tried not to fall to the floor in a puddle of tears from the pain that you were experiencing. 

HYUNJIN:

"Besides a little weight gain, there had been no other indication that you could have been pregnant?" A nurse asked as she looked at you at Hyunjin, the two of you had been surprised by home birth. You'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the toilet only to realise you weren't in need of the toilet but a doctor. The two of you ended up delivering your daughter on the bathroom floor over the phone to nurses and an ambulance team that had been stuck on the roads. 

"No, I didn't even know I could. I was on the pill and we were using condoms." You mumbled as you glanced down at your sleeping daughter who was strong considering you hadn't been taking prenatal care or going for regular checkups, it was a miracle she was delivered as well as she was and as healthy as she was. 

"Well, the hospital will provide you with a crib and some emergency supplies but you will need to do some shopping soon." She began writing everything up that you would need, Hyunjin was already so taken with your daughter he could hardly take his eyes off her.

JISUNG:

As soon as the water hit the ground you knew you hadn't accidentally wet yourself and Chan knew from the look of it that it wasn't piss that had come out of you. 

"Y/n!?" Jisung yelled out as panic washed over his face, he was sweating as he rushed over to you, sitting you down on the sofa in the dorms as he began yelling out for someone to call an ambulance. 

"Relax, she's in labour," Chan said calmly as he watched the two of you but that did nothing to settle you, both you and Jisung turned to him with wide eyes, 

"I'M PREGNANT?!"

"SHE'S PREGNANT!?" You screamed out together as the boys around you began to laugh, Chan shook his head at you before looking around. 

"Felix call an ambulance, Seungmin get a blanket and Minho pack up some clothes for Y/n." The whole time Chan barked out orders Jisung was doing his best to coach you through the pain, giving you breathing techniques he'd seen in all of the movies and TV shows where people were giving birth.

"We're going to be parents." He whispered over and over again as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true and it wasn't some kind of dream that he seemed to be having. 

FELIX:

Felix brought you to the hospital as soon as you said that you were in so much pain you couldn't get out of bed, doctors were running tests on you while you sat in a hospital bed crying into a pillow. 

"Mr Lee, Miss Y/l/n?" You glanced over at the door to see a set of doctors all rushing around outside the door, getting something ready while another came to speak to you. 

"It appears that you're pregnant, in fact, you're currently in labour." You started laughing at the male doctor thinking it was some kind of joke but when you noticed he wasn't laughing you stopped and sat up in the bed. 

"I'm what?" Felix's hand wrapped around yours as he tightly squeezed your hand, come to think of it there was a high possibility that you were pregnant but the two of you had been careful and used protection all of the time. 

"I would assume this is a shock but we need to check to see how far along you are in your contractions," A female doctor came into the room and began introducing herself while you and Felix stared at one another dumbfounded about how this could have happened and when. 

"Would you like to stay in the room?" The mid-wife asked Felix who turned to leave but you gripped onto his shirt pulling him closer to the bed, 

"We're in this together, don't even think about walking out of that door." You warned him as the doctor began to see if you were ready to push or not, 

"Almost there, I would say another hour or two at the most," She smiled looking up at you both as you worriedly looked at one another how you were going to break the news to everyone since you had no idea you had been pregnant in the first place.

"I need to call my mum," Felix stuttered as he looked at you, you nodded your head looking around for your phone. 

"I need to tell my family." You bit down on your lip not knowing if you were excited, worried or scared or if it was a mixture of all of those emotions at once. 

"I would make some arrangements quickly," The doctor teased before leaving the room, you turned to Felix wondering where to start with the conversation.

SEUNGMIN:

"I'm telling you that there is nothing wrong with me, I just feel sick." You grumbled to Seungmin who was pacing around the room a nurse had placed you in, he'd insisting on taking you to see someone as soon as you started to feel sick and dizzy that morning and now you had been waiting around for hours. 

"The tests have all finally came back, we wanted to make sure it was 100% positive before we came in here," The same nurse that had admitted you explained as she held a clipboard to her chest with a worried expression on her face, 

"When you came in we asked if there was a chance of pregnancy and you said no-"

"Because there isn't, I'm on the pill and we use protection," You told her as she continued to give you a worried look, that was when she began showing you all of the tests that they had done to prove to you that you were eight months pregnant and in early labour which was why you were sick and in so much pain. 

"I-I'm pregnant?" You stuttered out staring from the charts to her face as Seungmin sat down on the chair beside your bed, 

"But we were careful," He mumbled as he looked at you, 

"Not all contraceptives are 100% effective, some are just 99.9% you're the lucky, 00.01% That gets pregnant," You knew she was trying to make you feel better but it only made it worse as you thought about how the baby had nothing waiting at home for them when you eventually got home. 

"I'll get the boys, they'll become builders for the day." Seungmin mumbled as he began to call Chan on his phone frantically. 

JEONGIN:

Jeongin laughed down the phone when you told him you were sitting on the maternity ward of a hospital delivering his baby but as soon as he didn't hear you laughing a chill ran through him.

"You're joking right?" You groaned at him through the phone, rolling your head back against the bed as another contraction hit you making you scream out louder than the rest before it.

"Why would I joke about pushing a watermelon out of something the size of a pea!?" You yelled out down the phone to him while the midwife flinched from beside you wondering how you had been clueless about the pregnancy in the first place. It wasn't as though you were trying to get pregnant you were only together for two years, he was still young and how was JYP going to react to him getting a son or a daughter. 

"Please come to the hospital innie, I'm scared," Your voice cracked as you began to cry but Jeongin was already on the way, getting Minho to drive him as fast as he could so he could be by your side by the time his son or daughter came into the world.

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