#closet weeb tag

[wishi-selfships]

Girl our man is straight suffering in these last chapters ):

Read chainsaw man, it's such a fun manga! They said.

They LIED !!!!! This is NOT FUN !!!!!!!!!

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

BEHOLD!

✨MY SHELF OF SHAME (PRIDE)✨

(The small container next to the cat figurine is the fur of my deceased cat who died last year. She was 20 years old and I miss her.)

🤍And my other geek collection below:

I’m a HUGE Lord of the rings fan btw! Also The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt is probably my favourite game along with The Legend of Zelda Breath of The wild.

[artist-kreating-stuff]

You know what, I’ve been tagged in so many of these tagging games, I’m gonna start one of my own!

This came up in a conversation with my friends, so I just gotta know:

What was your childhood fear (and why)?

What haunted your dreams, made you afraid of every shadow, and caused you to ask your parents to check in your closet and under your bed?

Since this is my tagging game, I’ll get the ball rolling with:

THIS. FUCKING. THING.

For those who don’t know, this is Tyrone from Backyardigans and this episode is called “Whodunit”. Backyardigans was my childhood, and I still watch it from time to time, but this episode absolutely creeped me out as a child.

Tyrone is a sweetheart and I love him in any other episode, but…

👆👆👆

LOOK AT THIS!!

LOOK AT HIM!!

LOOK AT HOW CREEPY THEY MADE HIM IN THIS EPISODE!!

THIS IS SCARY FOR A LITTLE KID!!

HE LITERALLY MADE HIS FIRST APPEARANCE BY POPPING OUT OF THE MIST!!

THEN RAN AROUND THE SHADOWS LIKE A FREAKING GOBLIN!!

I LITERALLY HAD NIGHTMARES ABOUT THIS DUDE!!

For those I tag, you don’t have to participate if you’re not comfortable sharing, especially if it’s a sensitive topic. But if it’s an embarrassment thing, I started it off by saying I was afraid of a cartoon character that was only creepy for one particular episode. We don’t judge here. This is a safe space.

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[bbunisre]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!

SUMMARY ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ in which panda gambles away all of toge's money so toge goes to beat his ass only to find that saving a woman from a petty crime leads him to an opportunity he wasn't expecting—to get money. in a relationship based off of money and sex and absolutely no feelings, will toge and you be able to stay afloat on this contractual relationship? or will it sink?

PAIRING ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ college!unhinged!toge x ceo!cougar!y/n

WARNINGS ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ half-smau/half-written, smut, fluff, angst, dirty jokes obvi, kys jokes because it's funny and maybe more

RELEASE DATE ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 25TH MARCH

INTRO: I <3 MILFS! | WHOREHOUSE

01: SAVE PANDA 2024

02: A HEROIC ACT (written)

03: TOGE IS A LIAR

MORE TO COME!

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[bullet-prooflove]

Black Satin: Obispo 'Bishop' Losa x Reader (NSFW)

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Holiday Shopping!

Warnings: NSFW - Lingerie

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @fanfic-n-tabulous @anime-weeb-4-life @keyweegirlie @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @alwaysachorusgirl @beardedbarba @est1887 @oklahomapeach @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @adaydreamaway08 @spookyboogyuniverse @librarian1002 @thanossexual @kishie8 @saltyunicorn079 @thebaileybugle @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @doggirlforever @justreblogginfics @beccabarba @legally-a-bastard @trublu2u

Following on from TheWall!Series:

Part One: Poker Night - Bishop's poker night is interrupted by gunshots.

Part Two: Ambush - Bishop finds out why you were at The Wall that night.

Part Three: Risk - Your dedication to the cause may be the death of you.

Part Four: Lucky - Bishop realises how lucky he is.

Part Five: Nighttime Tea (feat Neron Vargas) - Bishop comes home to find you sleeping.

Part Six: Happy - Bishop realises how happy he is.

Bishop finds the glossy black bag at the top of the closet in the bedroom. You’d finished the last of the holiday shopping this afternoon and had sent him in to retrieve the rest of the Christmas gifts for wrapping when he comes across it. At first, he thinks it must be for one of girls but then he opens it, and his mouth goes dry. It’s black satin, with a lace trim around the neckline.

It’s been a couple of months since the two of you have been intimate, not since before the shooting. You’ve been in recovery, juggling the community centre and the underground network. The desire is there, it’s always there but he’s reserved with it. He jerks off in the shower almost daily, thinking about those nights he’s spent wrapped up in you, fingers in your hair as he kisses you into oblivion.

Fuck he’s hard already just imagining you in this thing. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, desperate for relief. He finds himself on the edge of the bed, the satin clutched in his fist as he palms himself through his jeans. It won’t take long, he tells himself. Five minutes at most because the images in his mind, they have him on a hair trigger.

He unbuttons his jeans; his hand slipping under the waistband of his underwear and gripping his cock around the base as he presses the fabric to his face. It smells like you, the scent of your perfume clings to it and he moans at the thought of the material brushing across your bare skin in the dressing room.

That’s how you find him.

His cheeks flush that pretty shade of pink as you lean in the doorway and clear your throat.

“Do you want me to put it on?”

“Yea.” He says, his voice rough. “Yea I do.”

You take the garment from his balled fist, your fingertips teasing along the line of his jaw before you tip his chin up towards you so that you can look into his eyes.

“Take your clothes off for me Obispo.” You murmur as your nose trails along the length of his, your lips barely brushing. “I want to see you too.”

He undresses while you’re in the bathroom, his cock jutting out, already aching and leaking. When the door opens, and you step out he’s surprised he doesn’t come right there and then.

You’re a vision in black satin, the slip hugs your curves just right, the hem falling across your thighs. Underneath you're bare for him, he catches a flash as you approach, and he mutters an oath because he has never been more turned on than he is right now.

You slide into his lap, thighs hugging his hips. He moans as your wetness rubs over the length of his cock, covering him in your slick. Your hands thread through his hair, tugging just a little and it sends him through the stratosphere, your lips brushing over his. His hips move compulsively, the tip of his dick rubbing against your clit as your tongue dips into his mouth in that sinful little way of yours.

His palms chase over the satin, stroking, kneading, caressing every part of you he can get his hands on. He whines as his cock rubs over your entrance, the tip slipping just inside. Fuck you feel good, but it’s nowhere near enough, he needs all of you right now, he needs…

You take him deeper, drawing him in until he can focus on is the way your molten hot core grips his dick. It’s heaven, absolute fucking heaven. If he dies tonight, it’ll be a happy man.

His hands come to rest on your waist as you start to move, a slow roll of the hips that has him thrusting up to meet you. Already he can feel that tingle in his lower back, the heat rushing through his nerve endings. He’s not going to last long but neither are you, he can tell by the way you clench around him, the fact your breath turns ragged, your kisses languid and messy.

You’re fucking beautiful when you climax, your mouth covers his, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as he drinks in your pleasure. It’s that that tips him over the edge, the knowledge that he’s done that to you, that he’s the only man that gets to make you come. He spills himself deep inside you, your hips flush against his.

“Fuck.” He whispers into your mouth, a smile ghosting across his lips. “I forgot how good we are at this.”

You laugh and that fucking sound…

It’s the best gift he’s received all year.

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[mncxbe]

dating denji🩷

stole this from @pinkkittysaw♡ this was so fun to make.

no pressure tags: @little-miss-chaoss @that-weeb-in-ur-closet @osachiyo @lovedazai @my-jukebox + anyone else who wants to join^^

[mncxbe]

thank you for tagging me sam. are you even surprised it's denji at this point♡

no pressure tags: @that-weeb-in-ur-closet @blueberrisdove @chuuyrr

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

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[gutsypop]

now I'm dreaming of failing exams

we decided we were gonna go camping. we went camping in Indonesia. we were getting situated and we were doing it in a camper that we don't have. my sister's room had a closet that led to the bathroom in my parents room. where I was hoping to sleep was on the top floor cuzit was the biggest, it had a lot of of cabinets, a TV, windows, and the bed was high up ans big. usually my cousins took it but we didn't take any cousins. except for one but she was gonna sleep in my sister's room as well.

so then we went fishing and nobody catches a fish. I even put 40$ on my hook. except for the end where my dad catches one on his rod. and when we were packing up my rod caught a fish but it flew onto an island and nobody was willing to get it. I got scammed. by a fish.

so we're back at our campsite at the camper and I end up in a new group of people online and they're all about pony ocs n yadayada. they're like we have our own Fandom page. and I'm like ok. and so then my online friends decide that they're going to camp in my room. bro you're not even camping here. but I suck it up cuz they have their names on the wall and can't argue.

my mom takes me to the mall and we go to a weeb store. the first thing I see are pjsk and genshin head plushies. they're cute. but none of them are my favorite characters. so I walk by try to find more things. there's a pjsk arcade cabinet that's more in the style of project diva. (I really gotta go back to the arcade to play chuni) I give up cuz the buttons were on different sides of the cabinet and the song was ifuudoofu. I keep looking around and my mom found something to purchase and I ask her if I can get the keychains and she says yea. I see a persona 5 figured I wanted and tried to find the price tag but I was trying to be quick. when I went back it wasn't there. I kept looking around and I still couldn't find it. I ended up out side of the store on the side and it was huge. and someone in a dinosaur costume. I asked an employee where I can find lolita and he recommends me a coat. winter heavy coat. INDONESIA ONLY HAS DRY AND WET SEASONS WHY WOULD I USE A WINTER COAT

this guy then takes me to his car and drives thru the store with me and took me away somewhere.

im now in the classroom and I show my underclassmen my drawing of what I do in my sleep. I have 2 exams that day. I should be studying. so in world history the girls are stalling as always and talking it up and I don't know the answer to anything on the study guide we don't have. we didn't take the exam. so now it's French class and we're watching videos and I'm still studying. during the 3rd video I look behind me with my arms crossed on my chair. my French teacher tells me to look ahead. I don't respond. and I can't. I can't even move my head forward.

[bullet-prooflove]

A Good Man - Obispo 'Bishop' Losa x Reader

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You used to be a librarian once upon a time, that’s where Bishop remembers you from, Tummy Time at the library on Saturdays. You used to run a couple of groups he attended, you’d orchestrated the Gruffalo Walk, which included kids following the costumed beast around the library into areas decorated with cardboard trees and paper. He remembers standing next to you, his eyes on Aidan and a smile on his face as his little boy toddled after the creature.

It's been eight years since his son died and he still feels the loss as if it happened this morning.

The library has closed since then, the building still stands empty near the centre of town, windows smashed, and graffiti sketched onto the walls of the building. He knows some of the local kids tell each other ghost stories and sneak in there to get high.

“What happened?” he asks as he stands with you inside one of the empty rooms inside the community centre. He has his toolbox with him today, one that he keeps in the closet in the hall.

He’s been coming around ever since that night with Mari, fixing up odds and ends around the place. It keeps his head out of a bottle and helps him put some good back out into the world, he hadn’t realised just how much this town had gone to shit in the past couple of years. Through you he’s learned that outreach services have been cut right back, that the free clinics are buckling under the weight of the need and that the kids in this town are running amok because they have no place to go because their parents are working two or three jobs to put food down on the table.

You’re trying to change all of that just a little at a time.

“What always happens. The funding got cut.” You tell him as you step back to let him work. He’s helping you put up some shelving today. You intend to turn one of the larger rooms into a children’s library, the makeshift one you’ve trialled has proved to be popular and you require more space. You’ve scheduled Lego clubs, Storytimes and parental socialisation groups, because being a parent can be isolating and you believe that talking to other people in similar circumstances saves lives. Infant First Aid is being run by Stitches out of function rooms near the back of the building. You’re transforming this space into a community hub; a place people can feel connected again.

It's a worthy cause but you have to fight to make it happen. He’s been here late at night, plastering a wall while you’ve been drafting funding application after funding application, trying to make shit happen. It’s a relentless task, you’re a hands-on person, you prefer getting involved and being around people, but the paperwork is a necessary evil even if it is relentless.

You’re a tenacious woman, he likes that, he likes you. He likes the shit, you gave someone called Brad from City Council, when he tried to decline your application for Food Bank vouchers for a couple of families you’ve been helping to support. He likes the fact you actually take the time to sit with someone in their moment of crisis and hear them out over a tea or a coffee. He likes the fact you aren’t afraid to get messy, getting down in the dirt with the kids when they’re trying to fish their soccer ball out of a bush, or rolling up your sleeves to wash the dishes after a support group for victims of sexual assault.

He loves the other shit you do; the stuff you think he doesn’t see. He knows you’re helping illegals under the radar, signposting them to charities that can help with their particular predicaments. He knows you go on border runs, helping people who are escaping from the violence in Mexico, preventing them from falling victim to people like Alice Reed and the Reed Coalition, who would rather see them dead. You think it’s your best kept secret but he’s onto you. Your group has approached Riz before today about working the fence on his land, he’s caught a glimpse of you a couple of times whilst he’s been out at Vicki’s.

There’s silence as he works, he’s lost in his thoughts while you’re consulting the plans you’ve drawn up for the new library. He peers over your shoulder at the A4 piece of paper in your hands, a crude mock design you’ve drawn up for one of the walls. It takes him back to that place nine years ago, the library with the forest painted onto the interior, a safe space that kids could go to read books and play.

“One of my guys could probably do that.” He tells you, his hand coming to rest upon your shoulder, his thumb skating over the nape of your neck. You sigh under his touch, the tension ebbing from your shoulders. “Creeper’s a real artist, he works in black and white mainly but his girl, she’s got an eye for colour. The club can donate the paint when you sign off on their work.”

“Obispo, you’ve already done so much...” You tell him as you turn around to face.

He shakes his head vehemently.

“The work you’re doing here, it’s important. If the club can donate a little time and money, trust me we’re happy to do it.”

The look on your face makes his heart ache because there’s such gratitude in your features and it shouldn’t be like that. All of this stuff should be given freely. You shouldn’t have to beg and fight and scrape together all the tiny pieces of that you need to make something like this happen.

“You’re a good man.” You tell him and he laughs because not once in his life has anyone ever accused him of that.

“Yea well…” he smiles as a blush raises to his cheeks. “Let’s keep that our secret.”

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Describe Yourself

thanks @ma-serannas-vhenan! 🖤🖤🖤

Rules: describe yourself with pictures you already have--no downloading/finding new pictures

@kingdomheartstrash @sevengeese

[spoonzdotjpeg]

their outfits are entirely from my closet

and they’re on an abstract beach date

[theapplejaxmachine]

I left my job almost a year ago now, and I just realized I can have cute anime girls as my wallpaper again because my coworkers can’t see it anymore.

[eijishimas]

🥺🙌🏼 Yes!!! Congrats to 1K, Jay🥺

Your event looks so so fun, and if you’re able to 🙏🏼 I’d like to participate with a request.

Can I request a Pornstar!AU for a Yandere!Bakugo with somnophilia and creampie?

Huh. Must be thirsty. Have a blast with this one💕

Also, stay hydrated! Make sure to stretch one in a while 💛💕

noma?? in my inbox??? i’m so honoured ugh <33 yes yes ofc i’ll take your request pls— thank you for the reminders, i really do appreciate it. you’re so cute omg, thank you

i hope i do you proud with this one <3

AND i outlined it too. hot damn.

content warnings: somnophilia, slight dubcon, possession, bit of obsession, yandere!kats, he also calls reader a whore one time at the end. tread lightly with this one please.

1k event here

It was no secret to the crew that Katsuki Bakugou had an eye out for you. The directors and camera technicians did reason with themselves for a logical explanation as to why Katsuki was so enamoured with you to the point where he followed you home one time, but they chalked it up to him being concerned for your wellbeing as his co-star. You two were fairly close, having done plenty of scenes together that turned out a steady profit for the company. You pride yourself on your scenes turning out as authentic as possible, whether that be with Katsuki or any other co-star.

And that tiny fact pissed Katsuki off to no end.

He would legitimately throw fits if he found out you were fucking around with anyone other than him, despite that being your literal job. He was notorious for having a shit attitude to whoever performed with you next, yet when the two of you worked together on a scene, the chemistry between you two was undeniable. Producers could tell that what Katsuki was feeling for you, no matter how hard he was acting for the camera, was authentic. And they were unsure as to whether that was more damaging or reasonable.

Today you had been filming with a group, an orgy if you will, and you had been rather exhausted from filming. You trudged to your dressing room, still sweaty and spent from your previous job. You passed out almost instantly on your couch, snoozing away the numbness in your legs. What you didn’t realize was that someone was already in your dressing room with you, crimson eyes staring at you from the closet in the back corner of your room.

Wasting no time, Katsuki locked the door, chest twisting with an ill feeling of jealousy as he knew the producers forbade him from working on any more scenes until his behaviour calmed down. But he couldn’t help it, not when you looked so helpless. So perfect. And no one deserved you. No one, but him. Tongue darting across his lips at your sleeping form, he fisted his hardening cock at how delicate you looked, how unaware of how much he loved you. He loved you to the point where he couldn’t fathom anyone else having you in the way he had you each time you filmed together. It wasn’t fair.

Nudging your legs apart, brows knit together as he pulled your panties to the side to see you still wet from your previous shoot. Anger surged through him. How dare they touch you without his permission. Pushing his cockhead past your overly sensitive folds, he realized your cunt was still full of cum from your other co-workers. Katsuki needed his share too. You whined at the familiar feeling of being full again. Stirring from sleep, eyelids fluttering to see Katsuki’s face beside your own. Gasping, he pushed himself in, eliciting a breathy moan from you. “K- Kats, what are you—”

“Showing you a fuck you’re worthy of, not from those shitty extras. You’re only for me, just for fuckin’ me. I love you. I love you ‘nd I’m gonna fuckin’ show you, just wait- shit. Fuckin’ whore. You’re only for me.”

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thank you for the tag wishi♡ this wad so fun

fav color: very specific shades of red and green

last song: wild love by chris isaak

currently reading: blue sisters by coco mellors

currently watching: i started watching house of the dragon and rewatching the last of us

currently craving: avocado toast and a cig

coffee or tea: i'm a big coffee person but i love iced tea in the summer

no pressure tags: @blueberrisdove @my-jukebox @that-weeb-in-ur-closet @therealchainsawman @aureatchi @meownotgood

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Tagged by @boundinparchment !! ✨

rules: answer + tag six people u want to know

fav color: toss-up between carmine red and tea rose pink!

last song: A Love Suicide by Yutaka Minobe

currently reading: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

currently watching: Under the Queen's Umbrella, and Six Feet Under!

currently craving: Enchiladas. No ingredients, but I wish. 😞

coffee or tea: Tea, mostly because less mental friction in making it;;

Tagging: (no pressure of course!) @crowfluff | @myz-wykkyd | @dahlias-love | @dualswordguy | @angry-evil-bunny | @dovahkiin99

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Stockton!Series Part Three: In The Dark - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx    @anime-weeb-4-life  @expir3dl0v3  @danzer8705   @drabbles-mc  @alwaysachorusgirl  @witches-unruly-heart  @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl       @multifandomloversworld  @est1887     @mortal--soul  @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @thanossexual     @lexondeck  @weiwei0210   @trublu2u   @justreblogginfics  @oklahomapeach @keyweegirlie

Stockton!Series:

Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Nestor is used to the nights you don’t sleep. Already he can tell this is going to be one of them. You spend a long of time in the shower in the aftermath of the clubhouse, erasing the memory of another man’s hands on you. He disposes of your clothes because he knows you won’t wear them again after something like this.

When you come out of the bathroom, you’re clad in that old t-shirt of his from the Navy and leggings that are stained with paint from decorating the guest bedroom. Nestor is already in bed, the TV is queued up with Brooklyn 99, one of the shows that helps you settle. He draws back the covers and pats the mattress alongside of him and you comply, slipping under the sheets. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close. You tuck yourself in against him, breathing in the reassurance that comes with this man.

“I got you.” He whispers against your hairline, and you know that he has.

It’s a creak in the hall that wakes you. You’ve been dozing, your head on Nestor’s chest when you hear the sound of a footstep on the hardwood. Nestor’s already alert, you can feel the tension in his body as you shift reaching for the lockbox under the bed. Nestor’s on his feet, opening the closet and reaching for the shotgun you keep on the top shelf, near the back.

You can hear the footsteps more acutely, the squeak of leather as they approach the bedroom door. You take up position, your back flat against the wall alongside it as it slowly opens, the barrel of an assault rifle poking through the gap. The retort practically vibrates through your body as the assailant fires at the bed. You grind your teeth against the sound as the bullets penetrate the space where you and Nestor were sleeping barely minutes ago.

The door swings open fully, a man in a black hoodie stepping inside the room. His gaze comes to rest on the bed before you jam your Glock so hard into his temple that he yelps.

“Put it down or I’ll end you.” You say quietly.

The assault rifle lowers. Nestor steps forward, wrenching it out of the assailant’s hands. He grabs the zipties from your go bag , before using them to bind the assiliant’s wrists and ankles. You stuff one of Nestor’s socks into his mouth before securing it.

“You know him?” Nestor whispers as he crouches down alongside the man, his fingers threading through his hair and turning his face towards you.

“No.” You say before Nestor pulls up one of the sleeves to reveal a familiar tattoo running up his forearm.

Mayans.

“Stockton.” Nestor says meeting your eyes. “It’s gotta be.”

You brought this down on the both of you, with your antics earlier today. They must have stuck around town instead of clearing out like they were supposed to. You hear a clatter from down the hall, something smashing in the lounge, and you realise what they’re doing because you’ve done it yourself a couple of times. They’re ransacking the place, trying to make it look like a robbery.

Nestor raises the shotgun, tilting his head towards the bedroom door. You stand behind him, Glock positioned over his shoulder before you use your fingertips to tap lightly on his back. You move in tandem, sweeping through the lounge, only to find it empty. The place is a mess, bookshelves pulled down, ornaments strewn across the floor, your plants have been uprooted, torn from the soil.

The stench of gasoline hits you like a wall, the couch, the rug and everything else is soaked in it. The acrid fumes burn your eyes and singe your tongue as the two of you approach the hallway that leads to Nestor’s studio.

The door is wide open, you can hear the sploshing of liquid as you take up residence on the opposite side of the door. You peer around the corner to see a second assailant splashing gasoline over Nestor’s canvases, the paint bubbleing under the corrosive liquid, smearing down the base.

Out of everything that has happened today it is that, that triggers the rage inside of you. The fact these men have come into your home and are destroying something so personal.

You look to Nestor and flick the safety on the Glock back to ‘on’ before gripping it by the barrel so it can be used as a handheld weapon. He nods his head in understanding before setting the shotgun down against the wall. There’s too many gasoline fumes in the air, you can’t risk a muzzle flash igniting them, if one of the guns go off. You slip inside the room when the assailant’s back is turned and approach silently. Nestor lingers by the door, picking up a can of spray paint before tossing it as hard as he can at the back wall. It hits with a loud thud, the metal rattling as the can rolls across the floor.

The instant the assailant twists towards the sound you strike. You smash the grip of your Glock into his knee joint, the sound of bone cracking resounding through the air. He goes down on one knee and you follow up with a sharp blow to the elbow as he tries to pull a pistol from his waistband. It clatters to the ground, and you kick it away before delivering a final blow to temple. He collapses face first into the pool of gasoline. Nestor’s already in motion, using the zipties to bind his hands and feet before he turns the assailant onto his back. You pick up the pistol and set it down on the shelving unit.

“We’ll let the MC decide what to do with the both of them.” Nestor says quietly before he surveys the damage.

It’s bad, really bad. All of the pieces he’s poured his time and heart into are ruined. The gasoline eating into the paint, twisting and distorting the colours until the images are unrecongizable.

“Nestor I’m sorry…” You begin and he holds up a hand to cut you off.

“It’s not on you Mi Corizon.” He says, turning his attention to the man who lies whimpering on the floor between you. “It’s on Stockton.”

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summary: after not seeing each other for years, Yn is ecstatic when she finds out all of her friends will finally be in the same place at one time. but unfortunately an unwanted situation turns a 12 year friendship into hateful relationship between yn and soonyoung. as things grow sour between them, their group gets tired of it and tries to fix things.

genre: youtube. friends to enemies to lovers. comedy, angst, fluff.

pairing: main-reader x soonyoung. side-reader x svt. oc x svt.

warnings: implied sexual content, alcohol, slight manipulation, harsh language.

updates: every other day. schedule could change. 

started: December 11th, 2020.

ended: April 2nd, 2021.

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profiles. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 prologue part 1. Oh No. They’re Taking Chan. part 2. I Feel Left Out. part 3. Can I Film It For Content? part 4. He Got Kinda Hot. part 5. SEXC part 6. She Can’t Be That Bad. part 7. I’m Gonna Hurt You. part 8. He’s Mine Now. part 9. Person Of Taste. part 10. We Dance!!! part 11. You Dumb Little Bird. part 12. Get A New One. part 13. You’re Over Her, Right? part 14. Really Moving Fast. part 15. limoUsine. part 16. My Dokyeommie. part 17. Haha No. part 18. I Feel Very Appreciated. part 19. We’re Best Friends? part 20. Let’s Spice Things Up. part 21. I Told You. part 22. Not Another Himbo. part 23. Vacuum? part 24. Who’s An Intellectual. part 25. Talk Like Adults. part 26. Boba and Chicken Nuggets. part 27. Your Problem, You Fix It. part 28. A Little Pitchy. part 29. With My BOYFRIEND. part 30. Wonu Was Yelling at the Bush. part 31. Sad Tiger Beats. part 32. Wrong Chat, Idiot part 33. Big Uh Oh. part 34. Ugly Crying Too. part 35. No No Action. part 36. The Evil Twins Are Back. part 37. What A Gentleman. part 38. Clowns Doing There Clownshit. part 39. i am DED. part 40. I Can Be Civil. part 41. Another Day Of Chaos. part 42. Jihoon’s Weird Kinks. part 43. You Weren’t Special. part 44. Dad, They’re Bullying Me. part 45. Very Subtle Babe. part 46. Joshua’s Weeb Closet. part 47. You Would Break It. part 48. New Lyrics. part 49. FOOD. part 50. Because He’s pretty.

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