#he's nd like me and very stuck in his ways

[starofhisheart]

How to tell my 60yo friend who got me into star trek the original series that I only fell in love w it bc I shipped the main leads and him wanting me to watch The Twilight Zone is probably not gonna have the same outcome 😅

[chososdiscordkitten]

I'm Stuck!

artist: yunonoai on twt

Synopsis: Gojo buys new washing machines nd chooses a shitty placement for em ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: smut, implied reader is thicker than a snicker, established relationship, teasing, r gets stuck between a wall nd said machines, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (f), a sprinkle of manhandling, he refuses to admit he's wrong, cream pie

(a.n) if u wanna see what I picture- look at this

MDNI

When you first moved in with Gojo, you became all too aware of the fact that he was very particular about his design choices. Almost all your suggestions were vetoed the minute you would offer them.

And when the cheap washing machines that came with his apartment broke; You saw this as an opportunity to control at least one room in the now-shared apartment.

You stood beside Satoru in the laundry room- eyeing the small space and telling him, “If you put them here,” referencing the back wall of the rectangle room, “-it’ll feel more open.” you pointed at the wall. Looking at his pensive expression. 

Gojo was just petty enough to ignore your suggestion. Holding a measuring tape and looking at the 28-inch mark. “The website says they’re this big-” looking up at you as he measured. 

Even if you were kinda right- Satoru wanted to put the washer and dryer pair on the opposite side. Leaving only the entrance of the small room- and a small gap between the wall and the massive machines. 

You parted your lips- about to speak. Remembering the photo Satoru had shown you of the machines- far better and more modern than the old ones that opened at the top. 

These new ones had doors that opened outwards- and as you looked at the gap between where the machines would go, and where the wall was. You were sure they wouldn’t be able to open fully. 

But you held your tongue- knowing Satoru would mull it over for a few days before telling you that you were right. 

The space was small- sure. But you were sure it was enough space to fit through, and besides, how long would Satoru let those machines sit in the wrong place before calling someone to help switch their placement. 

On the day of delivery, Satoru looked at the machines as though they were his pride and joy, like he was the one who did all the washing in the house. 

The way the handymen looked at your idiot boyfriend was laugh-worthy. “They’ll go against that wall”, he instructed. 

You were sure the men struggled more in placing them where Satoru instructed than if they just flipped them and pushed them to the back wall. 

Satoru generously tipped them for their efforts, and once they left, you stood at the small doorway. Looking at the washing machines placed against the wall as though it were a laundromat.

“I hate saying it-” he clicked his tongue, leaning against the machine and looking at you smugly. “But I told you so~” 

You grinned- amused at how right he thought he was. You winced, “Do me a favor real quick-” fighting off the laugh about to rumble from your chest. “Open one of the doors.” 

Satoru furrowed his eyebrows at your request, dragging a hand down to the circular door. Smugly popping it open, only to hear it ding against the wall. You puffed a small laugh from your nose at how his face fell. 

“And..” you started, walking towards him and fwipping your hand up and down- guiding him to move. 

Stepping into the small gap between the machine and the wall with the door open, and letting a small giggle leave your lips as your thick thighs pressed against the metal. 

Satoru looked down at your hips that were flush against the machine- he measured how much space the machines took up. But Gojo didn’t account for the space you would need to do laundry properly. 

You turned your head, looking at him over your shoulder. Watching him pull his lips to the side, thinking up some snide remark about how he was still right. 

Even a week after having those machines in the most inconvenient place- Satoru refused to admit he was wrong. He refused to call the handymen back and have them move the machines where you told him to. 

You were more affected by his mistake than he was. Bothersome little doors that had hit you more times than you could count when they would bounce off the wall. 

And all the times you would feel your hips brush against the open machines- you would furrow your eyebrows. Recalling how petty he could be. 

Truth being- Satoru hadn’t called the handymen to fix the minor problem because when you first stepped into the small space of the laundry room- Seeing your thighs press against the machine made him hope you would get stuck one day. 

As though he had manifested it- the day came.

You were doing laundry per usual- struggling with the stupid doors and growing more and more irritated by the second. 

And when you thought you were finally finished- slamming the dryers door shut and hearing it whirr. 

You turned around to see a discarded sock on the ground, thinking nothing of it and stepping back into the small space- hips pressed against the slightly protruding door of the dryer. Picking up the sock with a small huff. 

Straightening back up and aiming to take a step back. Only to feel resistance from the wall- you tried shifting with even more strength. Only for the wall and machine to refuse to let you go. 

You looked to the machine- recalling all the times this very same scenario had happened. Wondering what went wrong this time. And seeing the clear plastic bubble-like door trap your hips. Add that with the bending- causing your hips to widen in the slightest. 

You sighed- frustrated that you had actually managed to get stuck in the small space. You tried a few more steps- a small wiggle, a aimed step back- nothing worked.

And wearing mini shorts- practically underwear that left your plush thighs exposed against the wall and the plastic door. Knowing it would only hurt if you pushed yourself out. 

You held the stupid black sock in your hand as you contemplated calling out to the idiot that waited for you in the living room. 

You shouted his name once- waiting a few seconds to see if he would come running to see what was wrong. 

Only Satoru was sat with a handful of unfolded socks in his lap, watching the show you normally watched together- so focused on the scene playing out before him. 

You closed your eyes- cringing at the cliche you were in. Calling his name once more- with more urgency and a gruff to it. That’s what pulled Satoru from his focus on the tv show. 

His hand reached for the remote and pressed pause- trying to determine if he was just imagining things or if you actually called out to him. 

And when you called out to him a third time, Satoru tossed the socks from his lap and ran to the laundry room. All the urgency in the world.

Worried you had seen a bug, or a home invasion- or every single dangerous thing he could picture happening. Running into the room asking you what was wro-

His lips parted in amazement once he saw your bottom trapped between the machine’s door and the wall. Staring at your exposed thighs and the crease of your ass.

“Don’t just stand there- go get some baby oil or something to get me ou-” Satoru reached a hand out to your bottom, causing you to silence your directions. His cheeks flushed and eyes glimmering full of the possibilities. 

Satoru sighed and smiled, looking up to the ceiling with closed eyes to thank the deity that had granted him his wish. 

Looking back down to your ass- slightly bent and you trying to reach a hand back to push him off, all but telling him again to go get something to help you out. 

But knowing your boyfriend and his peculiar tastes- this was brewing in his mind from the minute he saw your hips against the small space. 

“I prayed for this.” he whispered, earning a small ‘what?’ to leave your lips. 

Satoru placed both of his hands on your bottom, his long fingers sliding beneath the light fabric of your shorts. Softly groping at the skin and peaked his eyebrows. You only clenched your jaw and closed your eyes. 

Hearing the ramblings of the man behind you. “You should’ve just listened to me.” you scoffed, planting your hands on the wall in front of you as though Gojo was doing a body search, trailing his fingers down your clothed core. 

His eyes dimmed- watching the light goosebumps form on your skin, lightly pressing his fingers against the little mound beneath your shorts. Earning a small exhale laced with a whimper to leave your lips. His other hand groped firmly at your ass, enjoying the view below him. 

“No. I know now I was right not to listen to you.” Satoru grinned menacingly, watching your hips try to shift against the whirring machine next to you. 

The tips of his fingers against your clothed core making you let out a shivering huff. “You still want me to help you out?~” Gojo asked- too smug to be considered as a genuine offer.

Satoru made light circles on the little mound at the top of your cunt- shivers running down your thighs as you tried to muster the words. 

“You must’ve planned this-” he scoffed, trailing his fingers to the side of your shorts. A small damp spot formed on them, telling Gojo all he needed to know. “Prancing around all day wearing this-” 

You parted your mouth- feeling the cool air hit your dampening cunt that pulsed with every accusation he spouted at you. 

Satoru sucked his teeth- placing the tips of his fingers on your clit, causing a small gasp to fall from your throat. You let out a ragged breath, his fingers starting small circles against you. 

Trying to keep your legs from buckling at the slow pace Satoru held. A small ‘tsk’ left his lips, full of feigned disappointment. “Tryna tempt me allll day.” The smile evident in his tone. 

You only breathed a small whimper at his words- knowing it wasn’t true, but what state were you in to deny it? 

“M’pretty sure I saw your pretty pussy a handful of times~” he purred- fastening his pace in the slightest. 

Your breathing took up in pace- trying not to let out the small moans Satoru was pulling from you with every small circle he made against you. 

The bulge in Gojo’s bottoms grew with every little whimper you let out- his hard cock twitching beneath the fabric as soft moans left your lips, landing in his ears as harmonies.

“If you wanted me to fuck you that badly-” he hummed, quickening his fingers and hearing the low squelches coming from your cunt. Knees threatening to buckle as Satoru trailed the hand on your ass up your slightly arched back, pushing up the hem of your t-shirt. 

“All you had to do was ask, baby.” he cooed, watching your hands on the wall start to slip as your moans became louder, feeling Gojo’s hard bulge pressing against your ass. Desperate to get some kind of friction, whereas you- were desperate to finish. 

An orgasm so close it had one of your eyes shut and the other threatening to follow its movements- “You didn’t have to scheme up ways for me to fuck you.” he teased, trying to dig your fingers into the wall as Satoru watched you come undone, cunt clenching around nothing. 

Feeling your core pulse onto his fingertips, small shivering sighs leave your lungs as he works you down an orgasm. You steady your breathing- becoming more aware of Gojo’s bulge pressing onto your plump bottom. 

You clenched your teeth- Satoru’s fingers trailing from your clit down to the source of the slick that coated his digits. The other resting on your side to stabilize you. Wouldn’t want you to come unstuck too soon now. 

You were glad you were faced away from him- your vision bordering on going double and the heat rising to your cheeks just thinking about the cliche you were in. Thinking of how easily accessible you were to him at that moment. 

You started feeling his fingers dip into your entrance- too slow and far too eager to prep you. “Just-” you huffed, feeling his hand halt its movements. 

“Just. Fuck me.”

Quiet- but clear enough for Satoru to hear you. 

Huffed and urged as you said it- it made Satoru realize you were unwilling to go through his teasing prep- and in no possession of the patience needed for it. 

Gojo bit his lip slightly, being able to see the tenseness in your shoulders- it wasn’t about him having a good time anymore. No, your tone made it sound like he was depriving you of something.

Satoru wasted no more than a second in tucking the hem of his shirt between his pearly teeth- a smile on the corners of his lips as he watched you writhe. All but telling him to hurry with the puffs of frustration leaving your lips. 

Though his mouth was busy trying to hold his shirt up- his messied hand pulled from your cunt and landed on the band of his shorts, you could hear the muffled giggles of amusement leaving Gojo’s lips as he slapped the tip of his cock onto your ass. 

Leaky as he was, Gojo still wanted to hear the words from your lips. “Tellme-m’right” he spoke with clenched teeth- muffled and barely legible and in a smug tone. 

You scoffed- biting your lip and peaking up your eyebrows. Knowing Satoru is just petty enough to pull away from you and jack off till he spurt his mess onto your ass. “You were right.” you mumbled, earning Satoru to release the shirt from his teeth with a smile.

“What was that?” lightly tapping your entrance with his tip as your hands pressed onto the wall again- planted to stay upright. 

You sighed. “You were right, ‘toru-” you spoke clearly, earning an appeased hum from Satoru. 

Taking his hand from his base- quickly taking off his t-shirt and lining himself up with your cunt. The only thought in his mind was praising himself for what a good idea the machine’s placement was. 

The second he slowly pressed his tip past your entrance- both you and Gojo could feel the difference between when you would be prepped compared to now. 

Soft ringing in your ears as you let out a soft moan, a light sting pulsing in your cunt as he eased himself into you. 

And Gojo- he swore he could cum right then and there had it been up to him. His eyes threatened to fall back into a soft roll as a groan tried leaving his throat. Falling from his lips with the sound of a whimper laced in it.

Even if Satoru had slid inside of you countless times- it always made his go vision blurry. Never getting used to how warm and welcoming your cunt always felt against his cock. 

Satoru spouted a curse- mixed with a whimper as he held onto your ass, bracing himself as he felt your cunt suck him in. 

With clenched teeth- “S-so fuckin’ tight-” he gruffed- making sure to give you enough time to get used to the light sting before he pulled his cock from you. Hands gripping too harshly on the malleable skin of your ass. 

His cock felt a light breeze hit the skin lathered with your essence, wasting little time before thrusting back into you- setting a slow but deep pace. 

Shutting your eyes tight as Satoru’s thrusts caused your hips to move against the harsh plastic and the wall. 

A few more rolls of his hips were all you had to spare- “Satoru I’m gonna fall-” you huffed, feeling his hands grope at your ass firmly- some attempts to assure you that you wouldn’t. 

A light sheen of sweat formed on your thigh, causing you to actually start slipping with every little thrust Satoru rolled against you.

Though he was whining behind you, he could feel your hips start to give against the machine’s door. 

Gojo mustered all the strength he could, dragging his cock from you. Allowing his leaking tip to kiss your entrance ever so slightly as he gave a hard yank against your hips. 

Hearing a low grunt of relief as you felt yourself come loose-only for Satoru’s hands to move you to the free edge of the machine quickly, aligning himself up with your entrance again. 

Pressing his heaving chest against your back- bending you over as his head rested the crook of your neck. Clenching his teeth with a low whimper- your hands planted against the whirring machine- bracing for him to bottom out. 

Only Satoru planted a hand atop yours- grasping it lightly as he slid himself in slowly. 

A sharp exhale took the form of a whimper as it left Gojo’s lips, invading your ear as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes. Giving his cock a new angle, his flushed tip nudging your sweet spot. 

A choked moan left your lips, the hand on your ass rising to your neck. Pulling you back to his chest and forcing your back into a harsher arch. 

Satoru sped up his pace- barely pulling out and prodding the spongy gspot his cock curved into. Barely pulling his hips from your ass with frustrated whimpers leaving his lips. 

His hand mindlessly rising to the side of your face- your parted lips huffing out small whimpers welcoming his fingers. Hooking the digits that brought you to your first orgasm, onto the side of your mouth as he tried to keep a steady pace. 

You could feel he was still holding back- unknowing why he insisted on keeping a medium pace with his thrusts. You clenched your walls around him in the slightest- “F-faster ‘toru,” you huffed, slightly muffled from his fingers in your mouth- earning for his hips to halt and his hands to raise. 

Satoru gulped- his cheeks flushed and ears hot as his hands hooked onto the ditches of your elbows. Pulling your arms back in tandem with dragging his cock out.

Gojo knew that whenever you bark an order, you were giving him permission to do what every part of his brain was yelling at him to do. 

And as he felt the very tip of his cock reach the taut circle of your entrance- he clenched his teeth, inhaling before pushing himself in.

His thrusts were rough- too deep as your shoulder blades pressed against each other- clearer moans falling from your lips. Satoru’s forearms pulling you back with every harsh thrust- unpatterned and sloppy as he whined into your ear. 

Your calves started tingling from being raised on the tips of your toes. And almost as though Satoru heard you- he released one of your arms and reached down to your thigh. 

A smile took shape in a huff- “Up we go~” he grinned with a breathless tinge. 

Assisting you in resting it on the top of the machine, now easily at level with his rough hips. The foot on the ground barely touched the tile- half of your body on top of the machine as Satoru grabbed a handful of ass. Biting his lip as he looked down to your cunt linked with him. 

With every tenacious thrust Satoru rolled against you- he watched your ass bounce. 

And as though it was instinct, Gojo pulled his gripping hand from your ass and gave you a firm spank. 

You whimpered in response- shutting your eyes and muttering a strained, “Fffuck!” his hand soothing the warmth rising onto your bottom- clenching his teeth with muffled groans leaving his pursed lips. 

Your hands pressing onto the top of the machine as some sort of attempt to brace for Satoru’s quick drilling hips. Keeping yourself up on your forearms as his hand gripped the malleable skin of your ass. Groaning harsher and harsher as he felt his orgasm build in his tummy. 

Satoru knew you were close too- the moans you spewed were now shorter and more breathy. Your cunt twitching around him every other thrust- 

“Say m’right.” clenched teeth and a low tone as his thrusts became even more sloppy- bordering on raising himself from the ground from how harshly he was pushing you onto the machine. 

Gojo stopped his thrusts- nuzzling himself inside of you entirely. And staying still- knocking the air from your lungs with a gasp- “Say.” pulling his cock , “I’m.” a firm thrust, “Right.” urging you to with every deep thrust. 

You whimpered, knowing he was barely bumping his tip against your gspot on purpose. 

“You’re r-ri-” he continued his fast pace again- the words trying to make their way out of your lips. 

Satoru grunted with an amused smile- “I’m-” he sighed, “I’m what?” out of breath and edging himself.

You bit your lip, the knot in your stomach slowly slipping with every little thrust. 

Feeling his unforgiving hips nudge you closer and closer against the wall. Your jaw went slack-jawed as he refused to give you a second to answer. 

All it took was another firm spank to push you over an orgasm- cunt spasming around him as he grunted. Sudden tightness sucking him in with every pull he did. 

“You’re righ- fuck-” you moaned, “You’reright-” babbling as Satoru let out a breathy giggle. More than pleased with your mindless prattling. 

As Gojo succumbed to his own orgasm- you groaned lightly, feeling his seed coat your walls. Warmth filling your cunt as your eyes fluttered closed. 

Satoru rode himself down with slower thrusts, still reaching as deep as he could- but slowing them. 

Wincing softly as his tip got a shock of overstimulation, heavily breathing as he eased his hands from you. 

Leaning over your ass and placing his forehead onto the center of your shoulder blades. 

“Call the delivery men,” you breathed- sighing softly as Satoru rested himself atop you. “And tell them to move them.” you demanded- knowing that if they stayed the way they were now- more little instances like these would keep happening. 

Satoru huffed against your clothed spine. “You just said,” taking a breath and feeling his heart pound in his chest. “-that I was right?” keeping a teasing tone as you tried easing off the machine. 

Wondering how on earth Gojo managed to shift you from the floor to the top of the washer.

-

I luv him sm <3

[pushingdaisies1]

Kinda hate you, kinda love you . . . ♡

(✧ ˚.) PAIRING-> James "Logan" Howlett {A.K.A} Wolverine x Reader >_< (✧ ˚.) SUMMARY -> Being an X-men was a lot for you to sign up for. Well.. you didn't have a chance to deny this safe haven. The school became your home and the people that made up the X-men like a weird little familial unit. You had many reasons for staying as long as you did, but one was more prickly and jaded. The feelings you harbored for a stern and calloused Logan were.. weird for you to feel firsthand. One day, you are stuck overlooking a danger room drill between Gambit and Logan. With the new member of your world-saving team Jubilee by your side, it's too dull to NOT talk with each other. She was a good kid, hyperactive and spirited that's for sure. You talk, and talk a lot you do to the human embodiment of the fourth of July. It makes you think a little bit too hard about yours and Logans... predicament. (✧ ˚.) AUTHORS NOTE -> Hiii!!! This is my first time writing stuff for Logan so - bee tee dubs it may be complete and utter horse shit. I'd like to thank @velvrei for helping me ignite some well-dead thoughts. Genuinely love ur work sm and reading that and a lot more new/old logan content helped TONS. This is linked to the {♡x-men animated series/x-men97♡} series. I do wanna write more for the Deadpool timeline xmen/early 2000s timeline xmen!! But after seeing the masterpiece that is Deadpool and Wolverine, I lowkey just clung to those shows. I love animated Logan!! He is even more emotionally stunted/sassy sad!! (✧ ˚.) CWS (?) -> Logan nd u are sad ppl who don't know how to voice ur feelings!! , pining from afar/one-sided not so one-sided yearning, UHM HURT/KINDA COMFORT??? MAYBE??? I THINK??? , unprompted suggestiveness from logan , mentions of struggling to connect with other ppl/fears of the future (bay bay jubilee my love) , u and Jubilee just kinda bond, off topic idk cajun dialect so..... , and u infodump as a weird suto older sister/mom in her life, this was all very spur of the moment so uhm - not proofread!!! kinda!!!!!!!

The dangeroom was a room a lot of the X-men team spent their time in. To either train for a new threat or for general movement, drills were a common theme. Especially after world-shaking events, which were always somehow a constant, the professor was the equivalent of an alarm clock. Drills this, always having to run down into the war room. You didn't mind the training sessions if it was one-on-one or even with the whole team. Sometimes though, it was almost nagging. 

Though there were little things you'd do to pass this time. If you were made to overlook it or otherwise. Most of the time there didn't need to be supervision within the training center itself. Everyone was on high alert, and off days were few and far between. Logan had been hashing it out with Gambit all morning and wanted to do a specific procedure setting. You held your head in your hands as you sighed at the grown men's demands. Gambit was a professional sweet talker, Logan wasn't when needed. Of course, you complied, understanding the sudden want for more extensive training. When Jubilee volunteered you started to not loathe the idea of sitting in on Logan and Gambit - literally butting heads. 

Jubilee was a nice kid, you felt bad for her sudden entrance into life within the school. The professor was welcoming as always. With your push and her foster parents wanting her to be safe from threats like the sentinels, she was a bonified member.

Being the "newbie" always had its drawbacks. From day one you made sure to have her back, you could relate to her whole fish-out-of-water point of view. Logan saw the way you attached fast to the kid. He was like a vault of thoughts and feelings. Thoughts and feelings he never wanted to bring up or even let alone talk about. But it made your heart flutter just a tad when he sat his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing a thumb against it.

He had stopped you before you were about to retire to your room. In the doorway to your personal, pillow escape he made sure to reel you down to earth. "Give the kid some breathing room. I know you want to help but there's no use for you smothering her."

You were almost baffled. What was he going on about? You were just looking out for her? Deep down, you did know what he meant. He might have not been a long-term X-Men member. But he did know you and the fragments of "memories" you held so dearly close to your chest. You two were so different and yet one in the same. Before you could even argue, he gave you a small .. somewhat comforting pat on said shoulder. "Just a friendly word of advice bub, don't take it so close to heart. Oh wait, that's inevitable." He joked at you with his signature toothy grin. You couldn't help but scoff in surprise and laughter as he jabbed at you with his SINGULAR witty remark.

Logan could be many things. Rough around the edges, even a total asshole when he felt like it. But to you, he was your kryptonite. It was pathetic the way you'd always eventually be pulled to bend at that man's every word. He just did that to you, and you had no answer to it. 

Making your way up to the upper room with Jubilee, you watched with tired eyes as the door to the observation room slid open. Cold - walls and floor head to toe with this sleek metal texture. There were two chairs, right behind the control panel where the training sequence(s) would be initiated. Your eyes were trained on the window as you watched Gambit and Logan make their entrance inside the training room itself. Gambit of course was rapidly shuffling a deck of cards. They were almost flying in the palms of his hands as he prepared them. Logan was of course blabbing his big mouth, in his signature suit "lumbering up" as he would call it. Finally, as you just now sat your bottom into the smooth-cushioned observation chairs, Jubilee was already starting the conversation. Thank god for you as you were still shaking the morning off of you."So what? , we just watch them throw around with each other, or what?" She cracked with a curious glance at the two men down below. You rested your chin in the palm of your hand as you leaned back. "Pretty much, we're here just in case the system doesn't shut down in time. Sometimes it does that."

She paused before she gave you a pointed look, her chunky pink sunglasses almost falling off of her black head of hair. "We're babysitting them!?" She retorted with a sort of faux annoyance. "I mean it's 'something' to do but - come on...." She groaned as she crossed her arms, heavy in on the air quotations. Cutting in, you directed your hand to the control panel. "No no no, not just that.”

Gathering your thoughts, you pointed out each scenario on the deck. You couldn't help but crack a smile at Jubilee's small "ohs" and "ah's". With the development, you two were brought into a nice steady stream of conversation. Hunched in her seat, yellow boots crinkling in this position, she poked and prodded you about your style and so on. it was nice to be looked at with such idealization. Her eyes were huge with wonder as she jumped to questions and searched for answers. Though it was only so nice until the two of you were interrupted by the impact of a card deck. As it smacked against the window, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Hitting the intercom, you cleared your throat. "So sorry gentlemen! You two ready or what?" You retorted as you leaned over the panel. Gambit gathered back the cards into his hands. "Me? , 'course cher! Any day I would love to stick it to da fuzz ball over der." He remarked with a scheming smirk. Logan growled as his claws immediately sprouted from his knuckles. "I'll show you fuzz ball you pest." His lip curled up almost like a predator ready to pounce.

Jubilee sat back quiet as a mouse as she watched you talk through to the two. "Alrighty alright! Save the pouncing for later." You barked with a small chuckle at the end. You couldn't help but feel buzzy at the way Logan reared his head up. Gambit was too busy swapping cards from hand to hand. But all of Logan's attention was just on you, it was always just on you.

 "Okay, how are we feeling about the ruined city for today?" You asked the two as Gambit started to twirl a card in between his middle and pointer fingers. "Yes yes yes, dat will do just nicely, right Wolvie?" He asserted - training a hard on the hard-headed "foe." Logan's voice was low and gruff as he found his stance. "Don't get so ahead of yourself Gamby." He retorted as he turned back to you in the window. "Start it up doll, before this one here loses all of his spice." He barked with a laugh as Logan jostled his mask on. You rolled your eyes with a faint smile. "If you say so, bee-tee-dubs .. don't kill each other! Please and thank you." You affirmed as the array of buttons were clicked. As the scenery shifted into a torn-down cityscape, foes were already on the two men. The only fun thing about watching over the training sessions was getting to watch fellow X-Men in action. Just not with the risk of losing your life in the process. Leaning back into your chair, you took in a nice breath of air. Peace, for now at least. Jubilee sat up more straight, letting her bright yellow duster-like jacket collect at the sides of her chair. She brought her legs to her chest as both you and she watched Gambit and Logans fighting. You could feel her eyes wander to you in the quiet. You looked directly towards her, a sympathetic smile gracing your face. "How are you feeling?" Your voice was small but warm, comforting almost. This was the first time someone had even really asked her. "I don't know... it's like everything is just changing at once. I feel like a big Rubix cube." She said with a frown as she got more comfortable where she sat. You nodded your head in almost remembrance. "Trust me, becoming an X-men isn't the hardest part. It's living like one." Admitting with a soft sort of comfort, Jubilee was already warmer than before. The training session flew by as you two just talked and talked. She lamented about what life would be like now, what she would and wouldn't miss. How she was stripped of living like a normal teenager. "I mean everyone here has already been so nice to me, but this is just gonna take a lot of getting used to. ", she would lament to you in honesty. You tried to be as insightful as possible. Telling her that living as an X-men will always be tricky. But there will always be the people around here that'll keep you steady. Her ears perked up when you listed off your so-called "anchors." She immediately butted in after you listed off the Wolverine himself, Logan. "That guy? You two seem to be always at each other's throats?" She cracked at you with an inquisitive grin. "Well I mean yeah - he can be .. overly confident a lot of the time." You were almost reminding yourself. You didn't realize how long you spent talking about your scruffy metal-clawed 'friend.' You went on and on about how he combated with you in the best possible ways. How with his time in the X-Men, he opened up your worldview in many instances. He did so much to you and for you. He was almost like your escape in a way, and he maybe shared the same view. You didn't get into the nitty-gritty details of it, 'cause ew. But the moments away from daily life hecticness within the school you and he shared were your favorite. His arms were the sweetest embrace anyone could ask for. But that's what friends do, that's what friends are for.

 Though you always wondered if maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were holding on to nothing. Maybe there was an intimate connection between you two hiding under the surface. But you had a track record of getting your hopes up. You dashed those daydreams away as Jubilee yanked you back down into the now of things. Time flew by as the training sequence ended. Logan was immediately gloating his way out of the danger room. You and Jubilee met the two halfway. Gambit sang your high praises as he lamented about kicking Logan's ass in the drill. As the two grown men bickered Jubilee made her exit known. Since the professor was already summoning them all to the war room. Gambit waved you off with a small wink and another grand shuffle of his cards. Which just left you and logan ... fun. 

He quirked his brow in your direction as he realized your quiet demeanor. “Can you believe the guy? - come on bub you saw me!” He said in astonishment at Gambit's gambit tendencies. You crinkled your nose in a small giggle. If you were seeing straight, you couldn’t help but notice a small dash of a smile on Logan's face once he saw your mood brighten. His smile always found ways to make your knees weak and arms all jelly. “Yeah yeah, dont get your panties in a twist Lo.” You said with a twinkle in your eye. A grin followed spreading almost ear to ear.

His eyes softened ever so slightly with your jokes. He grumbled out his poorest joke yet. “Oh, I’ll show you.” He retorted before yanking you into him. Your back met his chest plate as you felt his collection of sweat. His muscled arms wrapped around your midsection as he whirled you around like a windmill. You ignited with laughter and “yucks” as you felt his sweat spreading onto you. You fought out his hold with a grimace and a sheepish chuckle, wiping your eye. “Christ man, you got all your .. muck on me!”

By now his claws were already dashed away. So his hands were now placed on his hips. He rolled his eyes as he looked you up and down. “Come on, you’ll live to see another day shrimpy.” He claimed with his eyes slowly wandering. “I look like a wet dog thanks to you.” You frowned jokingly, shaking your arms out. “On and on with you.” He remarked once again with his eyes rolling AGAIN soon after.

Closer and closer the two of you got as you both threw phony insults back and forth. Before your lips were inches away from one another. He drawled his quick mouth up and spat back something that would leave your mind in utter… shock. Was confusion the right word?  “Don’t play around with me, dimples. I know you’d like more than just my arms around you.” You quickly gasped out the pocket of air you were holding onto. A long pause was felt throughout the hall before you two darted in separate ways.

“I need to change!” You sheepishly shouted as you headed in the opposite direction of him. He did the same, mumbling whatever under his breath. “Don’t slip and fall!” He coughed out as you rubbed your face in annoyance. “Eat shit, Logan!” , “That’ll be a long time coming!” The both of you remarked to the other in unison. Both of your voices share the same sort of flustered frustration. You raced into the showers as you soon stumbled towards the sinks.

You splashed your face with cold water as your heart was still racing. Your cheeks were burning up let alone from his words. But you were soon able to catch up with your breath. Regaining your composure you looked yourself in the mirror. Gritting your teeth as you looked at the fool Logan made you. The Wolverine could be a hard-headed buffoon. Always on his way to making a snide insult with whichever X-men member was disagreeing with him. But god damn it was he your poison. You hated him and he hated you. That was the thing that kept you steady as you changed into uniform and raced towards the ongoing meeting. You knew that same smile still lingered on your face once you made your entrance into the war room. Able to brush off the team's sudden accusations as you made sure to remind everyone about the issue at hand. The Professor thanked you as he went back to discussing what new threats plagued human life. Your eyes always made their way back to Logans with small lingers. Making eye contact with you, his eye-line was diverted by you as you turned your attention back to the professor. The Wolverine was a fool, and he had already found purchase in your foolish heart. 

ꔫ✉ reblogs/interaction is appreciated <3 part two - ⭐️

[alphajocklover]

No longer a Spider, finally a Man

**Hey! First time doing a fanfic muscle growth. Or at least posting it. I hope you guys like it! Please tell me how I can do better, and send in story suggestions if you want!**

Peter Parker loved being Spider-Man. He loved saving people, he loved using his powers to make a difference, he loved swinging through the sky line. But he also hated it. He hated the pressure, the responsibility, the fact that he nd his loved ones were in constant danger, the fact that he was always lying to everyone. He hated that he could never be normal. But then again Peter had never been very normal. Even before becoming Spider-man he had been a nerd. Smart, socially awkward, and tormented by the popular kids. That didn’t exactly change after becoming Spider-Man either, though his social issues had definitely gone to the back burner with him constantly fighting crime. If he was being honest his social life had only gotten worse since becoming a superhero. He had gained some muscle and no longer needed glasses, yes, but he couldn’t exactly show that. He hadn’t had time for his friends, his normally fantastic grades were slipping, and Flashes bullying had only gotten worse.

As Peter, out of costume, walked to Midtown, he wondered what it would be like to be a normal teenager. Not just what it would be like to not be Spider-Man, but to not be a nerd. He wondered what it would be like to be a regular teenage boy. Maybe if he wasn’t Spider-Man he could have even been… cool or something. Probably not, but it was still a nice fantasy. Just as he was imagining this, his spider-sense went off. He looked around, prepared to jump out of the way of any danger, but, even with his super reflexes, he couldn’t get out of the way before the strange something hit him right in the middle of his chest. Peter stumbled back, not realizing that the reality stone, one of the infinity stones, had lodged itself inside of his heart. Normally such a thing would kill someone, or at least hurt them, but due to the magic nature of the stone it phased through his chest and inside of him without harming him. Peter blinked. What… just happened? He had sworn something had just flown into his chest but… wouldn’t that have killed him or something? Before he could investigate further, an alarm on his phone began to ring. Crap, he was late for class! Peter ran into the school as the power of the reality stone seeped into his blood. He turned a corner, just a hallway away from his classroom, when he almost ran straight into a wall of muscle, his super-reflexes being the only thing that saved him. As he skirted to a halt, he came face to face with his biggest tormentor (supervillains and news editors notwithstanding) : Flash Thompson. The most popular jock in school and Peter Parker's personal bully. The blond quarterback sneered cockily at Peter before he spoke

“Hey there Puny Parker. Running late again? I thought geeks like you were supposed to be punctual and shit?” Flash said with a cocky mocking laugh.

“What do you want, Flash?” Peter asked with a scowl, trying to keep his patience.

“Just checking up on my favorite nerd.” Flash mocked, grabbing Peter’s arm. Before Peter could react, Flash had shoved him up against the locker, peters arm pinned behind his back. What the heck? He had super powers, enhanced reflexes, he should have been able to see that coming. Peter didn’t realize that his subconscious desire to be normal was repressing his powers. Unable to fight back, Peter was shoved into a nearby open locker and locked inside. Peter sighed. Stuck in a locker again. Peter didn’t notice as the orange light in his chest began to glow. He closed his eyes and deeply wished… to stop being a loser. To be normal. To be… anything else than who he was. The orange light grew brighter and brighter… until it completely consumed Peter. Suddenly he heard something

“Parker… Parker!”

With a start Peter Parker woke up, looking around in shock. He was… in a classroom? He was sitting at a desk at the back of a class he didn’t recognize, one that he seemed to have been sleeping through. Had all of that been a crazy dream? He looked over to see the remedial math teacher, Ms Jones. What was he doing in remedial math? Before he could say anything, Ms Jones spoke once more

“Mr Parker, please try to stay awake during class. Your grade is already low enough.” She said, sending a chuckle throughout the room. Peter spoke without thinking, his voice deeper and fuller than he remembered.

“Sorry teach. I’m still tired from our ‘study session’ last night. Thanks for the extra tutoring by the way~” he said. Did he just… flirt with a teacher? He did! And weirdly enough the slight embarrassed blush on Ms Jones face suggested that it was working. Ms. Jones spoke again, more timid this time

“While.. just don’t be late tonight.” She said with a slight wink, before walking over to the front of the classroom again. This caused the class, which now that Peter was looking consisted mostly of the football team, too laugh loudly, one punching Peter on the shoulder in a playful manner. Peter felt a smirk he couldn’t control come over his face, and his eyes involuntaries followed Ms Jones' ass as she walked back to the front of the class. In a daze, Peter tried to figure out what was happening. Wasn’t he just in a locker? What was he doing in remedial math? And why was he acting so weird? Before he could wonder any further, the bell rang and class was dismissed. Peter ran out without talking to anyone, and headed to a nearby bathroom. He looked in the mirror and froze. It was Peter but… completely different. He was bigger, taller, with wider shoulders. He had full, bouncy pecs that were barely contained by his tank top, shredded abs that he could grate cheese on, and truly impressive biceps. Peter had gone from a geek who gets stuffed into lockers to a huge muscular jock! Peter wanted to be shocked, to be horrified, but… he felt another smirk cross his face. He began to flex his muscles cockily. He smirked and felt his thoughts turn. He looked fucking amazing! I mean, of course he did. He was big Pete Parker, the big man, the quarterback, the stud! Slowly Peter began to forget about his old self, too absorbed in the strong, dull thoughts going through his head. He wondered what he and his best bro Flash would do after football practice? Maybe beat up some geeks, or find a hottie to hook up with? Peter had a lot of girls to choose from already, including MJ, Liz, Gwen, Charlie and of course Ms Jones, but… he wouldn’t mind another. Pete smirked and strut out of the bathroom, not noticing a light orange glow between his pecs. Life was fucking sweet.

[prettiedup]

haiii! we're so new to this, srry if we're too awkward ୨ৎ

choso nd his cute lil gf decides to post their first ever prn vid

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ HAIII! WE’RE SO NEW TO THIS, SRRY IF WE’RE TOO AWKWARD ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ---> creampie, p in v, rough sex, praising, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, mama, baby, princess), light begging, consensual recording, oral sex [f receiving], brief mutual masturbation

“Okay, hi. This is our first video.” You smile awkwardly at the camera, “I think I look really hot, honestly.” You say as you pan the camera over your body that is clothed in sheer lingerie. This fabric covers little to nothing, but that is the part you like the most.

“Of course you do.” Choso agrees as he pulls off his shirt from over his head. He has what people would consider a 'sleeper build' he looks very scrawny and lean until he flexes his muscles and that is when the time he spends in the gym actually shows.

You angle the camera into his direction as your smile brightens, “Guys, it has been about a month or two now since Choso has been able to give me head, I was fucking miserable. But一” You got up from your spot on the bed and walk closer to him, getting the camera directly in his face. “As you can see, this idiot got his lip pierced. Luckily, they’re healed now, so Cho can go back to munching on me.” You got closer to the two metal piercings that stuck out of his bottom lip.

“Next are your tits.” He adds, flicking your left nipple.

“Yeah, guys, we agreed that if he gets the double lip piercing, I would get my nipple piercings. I’ve already booked the appointment for next month. I’m actually really anxious because nipples take forever to heal.” You ramble.

“Go prop the camera up on the nightstand.” He orders as he places a stiff kiss on your forehead.

You only let out a breath. You make your way onto the bed and do as told, adjusting the camera until it was angled in a way the both of you would be visible. You sit crisscrossed on the bed as you observe yourself in the mirror that was on the wall, you look cute.

“Start fingering yourself, pretty.”

You let out a soft okay, you rush to strip from your lingerie. Laying back, your back is propped against the headboard and your legs were spread so that you could see yourself in the mirror that was across from the bed. You realized the camera couldn’t fully see your pussy, but you felt too awkward to turn opposite so that your lower half was in the frame.

You rub your clit with your index finger, your middle finger only teasing your hole, hinting at what’s to come. You bite down on your lip as you glance at the camera and then back at the mirror. Your pussy only gets wetter as you wait for Choso to meet you on the bed. Images flash in your head of him pounding your pussy, causing your stomach to curl and your hole to clench with need.

You remove your index finger from your clit and shoved it into your pussy, you don't wait for yourself to become fully adjusted before you are adding your middle finger. You closed your eyes as your mouth opens and pretty moans and whimpers escapes from it.

You move your fingers faster, the wetness from your pussy lubing your fingers and causing explicit noises to come from it. You whimper as you brought your other hand up to your chest, and you began to play with your tits. You soon add your ring finger and begin to pump those three fingers harshly.

Sounds coming from the other side of the room causes you to widen your eyes and find the source. A half gasp, half moan escapes you once you realize it is coming from Choso who is standing at the edge of the bed. His hand roughly pumps his cock as he looks at you with low, lidded eyes. His stomach muscles flex each time he brings his hand close to his tip, you watch in lust and amazement as his thighs clench also with each pump.

“Are you ready, pretty?” He asks, his voice is now deeper than what it usually is.

“Yes, please, fuck me.” You moan.

You lay flat on your back as you lift your legs up, giving him a full view of your wet pussy as he climbs onto the bed and gets himself comfortable in the position in front of you.

He leans over you, reaching for the camera. He pauses, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Did I turn this shit off?” He asks, handing you the camera.

“Yeah.” You giggle as you press the record button, you give him the camera back, “How do I look, honey?”

“Beautiful as always.” He smirks.

You blush and spread your pussy lips further, “C’mon, Cho! I’m horny.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles as he brings the camera closer to your cunt. He uses one hand to hold the camera and another to hold his cock as he rubs it against your slick folds.

You both gasp as the tip of his dick slowly pushes into you. He lets out a heavy breath as he softly rocks his hips back and forth, inch by inch he slowly makes his way inside of you until his balls are against your ass.

“You feel so good, baby.” He groans. He pulls his hips back before slamming into you causing you to let out a loud cry. “Cmon, princess, get louder.”

“Shut the fu一ah!” You moan. Your hand immediately latches on his hip as he speeds his thrust up. You repeat a mantra of “ah��s” and “fucks” the deeper he goes.

The bed creaks beneath the two of you. You could only rest your hands on his forearms as you try to contain your moans. You had already been given a noise complaint once, and the thought of getting another embarrasses you.

“Don’t hide those moans from me, pretty girl.” He mumbles as he rests his face into your neck. His tongue darts out, licking random shapes onto your skin. You shiver as the warm metal ball dances along your skin.

“Cho..” You whimper. Your legs are spread wide for his frame and your hands dance in his hair, gently rubbing against his scalp. You could only let out breathy gasps as he snaps his hips harder, forcing his cock to go deeper into your cunt. “You feel so good, oh my! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He responds to your moans with deep groans and heavy breaths. Everything just felt too good. A hot girlfriend with a beautiful body, and a wet pussy to match her. He could feel himself falling more in love with you as the seconds went by.

“I’m getting close.” The coil in your stomach grows tighter as your orgasm swiftly approaches.

“Wait, not yet.” He pulls away from your grasp and pulls out of you completely, making you glare at him with a look of confusion and irritation. “Turn around.”

With shaky and tired limbs, you groan as you turn around. You place your face into the pillows while you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. Your pussy is still pulsing from his cock pounding into you. You turned your head to glance at the camera. You watched as he placed the camera back onto the nightstand, tilting it so the both of you are in view. Choso is quiet for a few seconds until you suddenly feel a warm sensation travel a line from your sensitive clit to your slit.

You whimper when you realize what is happening. His tongue sucks on your clit, the metal ball from his tongue piercing only upping the sensations. Your eyes roll back as you moan his name repeatedly. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding your shaky legs in place. He continues to suck and lap at your sensitive bud, he would occasionally shift his tongue to your entrance and lick at the wetness that seeped out.

You grip the covers while rocking your body back and forward onto his tongue. Your stomach would lurch whenever he dug his fingernails into your thighs. Choso is so messy when he eats pussy, he doesn't bother cleaning up the drool that seeps from his mouth. He even pulls away just to spit on your clit and suck it back up. He lets out little groans as he gets lost in eating you out.

“Cho, baby, fuckkkkk..” You drag out as you clench the covers. Your pussy attempts to clench around his tongue. You’re just so desperate to be stuffed full of his lengthy dick. You moan out inaudible things the longer he eats your pussy.

Choso is the definition of an eater. Sometimes he jokes that his purpose in life is to eat your pussy and make you cum an unimaginable amount of times. He moans onto your clit while shaking his head forward and back, he both laps and nibbles at the sensitive skin.

“Cho, fuck me, please!” You whine out.

He gives your clit one more long and hard suck before pulling away, “I am fucking you,” He doesn’t bother to slowly enter you. The second he slides his mushroom tip into your leaking pussy, he’s instantly snapping his hips into yours. “See.” He mutters.

You can’t be bothered to talk. Your whines and moans are more than enough for the both of you. You loved it when he fucks you roughly like this, when he’s plainly rude and unforgiving. When he fucks you as if you’re nothing but a hole to him.

“Pussy is fucking gripping me.” He leans over and grabs the camera. He gets as close as possible while slowly pulling his dick out of you, only leaving a bit of the tip at the opening of your pussy. He captures how wet and desperate your pussy is. He leans down and spits a wet glob onto your hole before pressing his dick back inside.

“Hngh! Cho, fuck, I’m going to cum.” You whimper out.

“Cum for me, pretty. Cum on my dick.” He coos at you. He tries to keep the camera steady with one hand. He uses his other hand to rub at your slippery clit. He goes in a fast circular motion, causing a loud scream to escape from your throat.

“You feel so good, mama.” He continues. He hopes the camera can hear how wet your pussy is. His dick is glistening with your lubricant, and there are white splotches of cum on both his dick and balls.

He begins downright pounding you, causing you to lose your arch and for the headboard to bang. He tosses the camera onto the bed, he no longer cares if it doesn’t show the two of you or not. He’s shown off too much of what’s his anyway. He grips the back of your neck and uses that as leverage to push you down further into the mattress while connecting his hips to yours.

You let out broken moans as your eyes roll back and your entire body quivers. Choso quickly picks back up the camera and displays your pussy orgasming on his dick. You’re loud, and you don’t feel it in you to hide your noises. He’s making you feel good and deserves to hear it.

“Ohmy—Cho, fuck! ’M fucking cumming.” You babble.

“I know, baby. There we go. You’re so fuckin’ pretty. Keep cumming on my dick, you deserve it. Took it like a big girl, good fucking job, pretty.” He finds himself pussy drunk on you.

His movements are becoming more and more uneven as he continues talking you through it. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his own. His breathing is cut short as he lets out desperate pants.

“Gonna fucking cum. ’M gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You want that? Hm? My pretty girl wants my cum?”

“Yess, yeesss, give it to me.” You whimper out tiredly.

He moans loudly as his orgasm washes over him. He forces his dick as deep as it could possibly go, forcing your poor sensitive pussy to clench around his length. He paints your insides white, not letting up until he has nothing else left to give. His cum seeps through and manages to drip down onto his balls. He thrusts his hips a few more times, causing the both of you to groan from overstimulation.

He heavily pants as he brings the camera close to show the result of the creampie,

“How do I turn this shit off?” He asks after taking a moment to catch his breath.

You giggle and accept the camera as he places it into your hands. “Bye guys!” You blow a kiss at the camera before waving and pressing the red painted power button.

[swifty-fox]

“it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.” BUCK PATCHING BUCKY UP AT THE STALAG AFTER HE ARRIVES WITH A BUSTED EYE SOCKET

ooo lets go

cw: hurt comfort, semi graphic depictions of a head injury

Gale smiles for John. Skin pricking cold on wire fencing, body still sore from his own crash, dirty and hungry and very very far from home. He smiles for John because John is alive and John is here and he's so goddamn beautiful it sets the insides of Gale squishy and vulnerable.

If only they had known, if only the guards had known what they could leverage against him. If they threatened to hurt John Gale would have given them everything.

He smiles for John, because they're all smiling and cheering and whooping and bowing the fence with the force of their impending reunification. Because Benny beside him mutters quietly under his breath, "Jesus, look at his face," in quiet horror.

Head wounds bleed a lot. They all knew this, had seen it plenty.

It still looked bad.

The boys watch John Egan stand for processing, pacing the fenceline like dogs waiting for their leader. Their missing Major doesn't sway or falter, but the moment he's through those gates and extracted from the delighted clutch of their boys Gale sees it, the slightest misstep as John approaches him.

Gale regards him, takes in the dark curls pressed to a helmet of gore around his face, the dried creek of blood from his nose. The messy pulsing devastation of his eye socket, the blue of his iris turned brilliant cobalt by the blood in the whites. He soaks it all in and John's looking him over right back and then the taller man is making a quiet noise in the back of his throat and Gale's arms are opening and they're crashing into each other like two stars across the night sky.

"You look like Hell, Bucky," Gale says.

"Been better," John laughs into his shoulder.

--

The showers are blessedly empty and Gale gets John set up on a stool against the wall and takes a moment to double-check the door. Brady and DeMarco were standing guard outside, passing Brady's pipe back nd forth while making sure nobody would disturb their Majors, but Gale didn't want them hearing anything either.

He has his shower kit made up of a barely functional razor, a couple rags, and most preciously; a chunk of soap.

Together they drag the stool beside the barebones sinks, Gale deciding that it would be more trouble than it was worth to try to get John under the spray of a showerhead. He can feel john's strength flagging, leaning his large body back against Gale's thigh as he helps him strip out of his jacket and overshirt.

"What happened to the sheepskin, Bucky?" Gale asks quietly as he folds the clothing, placing it away from where it might get wet.

John shrugs, heavy-limbed and wincing, "Kidd was looking cold."

"Awful nice of you," Gale says, voice barely above a whisper as he returns to John's side, getting the water as warm as it will go before using one rag to slowly sponge at John's caked hair. He can feel a swollen lump somewhere behind the larger man's ear but there's too many layers of grime in the way. It streams down John's face and shoulders in thick streaks of brown and red and some in-between rust.

John is mostly silent, every now and again making a soft wounded noise when Gale gets too close to what slowly is revealed to be a tremendous gash in his hair, maybe an inch long but wide and deep enough that Gale can make out the layers of pink and blessedly healthy tissue. With a murmured apology, he pries apart the edges of the injury just slightly to flush out any stuck debris. John cries out softly, fingers vicing on his thigh but bears it.

"Gonna need the doc to stitch that up," Gale says when he's happy the wound is clean, cups his hand over the hurt spot and rubs his thumb against John's ear until by inches and increments he relaxes. His fists stay clenched however, as Gale pivots around to begin cleaning his face. And his eyes are vacant, staring somewhere over Gale's shoulder stubbornly.

Gale doesn't mind, he's still reeling from the shock of John being here, from the shock at the state of him. Of the relief and grief and anger dancing a threeway battle across his ribcage. He cups John's chin in a tender mirror of the other man's own habitual caresses and dabs the blood and sweat from his hairline, swipes it from his cheeks and around his mouth and under his beautiful distant eyes that flicker with something like emotion for a moment before being viciously cut off at the knees.

"Bucky," Gale sighs, begins dabbing at the obviously broken bone around John's eye.

The skin feels hot and spongy under his touch, swollen but with too much give and it sends nausea teasing across Gale's throat. John's jaw clenches tight, Gale can feel the tick of his muscles under his thumb and he puts the rag down to brush through his now blessedly clean hair.

"Hon."

John flinches, squeezing his eyes shut even though it must hurt, and shaking his head sharply just once.

"You don't have to tell me anything, John. But it's just me now. You don't have to be brave anymore."

It's not immediate, happening more in increments than the sudden burst of emotion one might expect from John Egan.

First his broad shoulders draw up to his endearly large ears, fall back down heavily. Bottom lip trembling, face screwing up tighter and body slowly bowing in half in a slow movement like landing gear folding up. A ragged breath, exhaling on a whine and then a second one on a dry sob. Gale puts a hand on the back of John's neck and draws him close, rocks his man's body slowly as John sobs his relief into a bloody smear of emotion on Gale's neck.

[superectojazzmage]

Watched the Nimona movie last night. Review I guess. It was pretty damn good. Definitely would’ve probably been regarded as Blue Sky’s magnum opus if they’d gotten to release it instead of being fucked over by Disney. Very cute, very funny, very powerful in the right moments. A thing that stuck out to me is that it’s really only an adaptation in the loosest sense of the word. It takes the core premise and beats of the comic but is functionally an entirely different kind of story that does its own thing. And given that ND Stevenson was heavily involved in production, I suspect that was intentional.

The comic was much darker and more downbeat in a lot of ways, plus it was significantly longer and thus could afford to be slower paced. But more than that, it was a lot more meaty in terms of themes and scope. The whole “LGBT allegory” element was there, but it wasn’t the sole focus, the comic was a story about a lot of different things; not just an LGBT experience, but also discussion of fantasy genre tropes and clichés, criticism of other fantasy deconstructions, character study, exploring what it means to be a hero or villain, critique of the glorification of crime and cruelty in underprivileged communities, corruption in governments, peer pressure, the senseless and self-perpetuating nature of violence, the worthlessness of revenge, etc.. And above all that, it was a story about trauma and people’s responses to it, with Ballister representing people who actually deal with their problems and move on while Nimona represented people who let their mistakes and suffering and grief consume their identity, or worse, use it as an excuse to indulge their worst qualities and take out their feelings on everyone around them.

The movie, by contrast, has a much more narrow focus. The LGBT allegory is front and center and basically the entire focal point of the movie, aside from a spattering of themes about the danger of zealotry and rigid fundamentalist thinking. This gives the movie a much tighter narrative and pacing that suits its inherently shorter runtime, but also leads to a ton of changes to the story either to convey a different kind of message or just work better in a different medium. Most obviously in how Nimona is vastly more sympathetic in the movie and essentially really is the silly gremlin the comic fakes you out into thinking she is, scrapping the comic’s twist that she was a genuinely bad person who was completely serious about wanting to be a villain, caring nothing for the lives she destroyed with her behavior and idolizing Ballister because she thought he was the same as her and would thus tell her what she wanted to hear (i.e., that she was justified in killing and destroying everything around her in the name of getting even). And in the changes to the Institution’s history and nature. And all sorts of other things.

All in all, I feel if you go in comparing and contrasting the movie and the comic, arguing which changes are for the better or worse, you’ll be setting yourself up for disappointment in either direction because they’re two different beasts and it’s like comparing apples and oranges. So keep that in mind if you’re a fan of the comic watching the movie or a fan of the movie wanting to look into the comic. I think ultimately I still like the comic better, but that’s purely my personal opinion and there’s plenty that I think the movie did better.

Some other observations:

Riz Ahmed my beloved, thank you Mr. Stevenson for this perfect casting. Literally perfect for Ballister.

Acting in general was very good. You can tell this was a passion project for a lot of people, not just Stevenson.

Only two changes that are objectively bad are Ambrosius losing his awesome Van Halen hairdo and changing Ballister’s last name — Blackheart is a way cooler name than Boldheart and it’s a pointless change, one that I’d argue even hurts the narrative since it makes it too obvious that Ballister isn’t actually a bad guy.

The animation is really great with fantastic expressions, stylish movement, and wonderful aesthetics that perfectly suit the story, but there’s times where it feels a little off. But there are parts where it looks less “movie” and more “cheap mid-2000s CGI-and-Flash cartoon show from France”.

The humor can be a hit and miss, in a “going through the motions of a Hollywood animated comedy for kids” way. The movie excels when it’s either imitating the comic’s Old Internet sense of humor or going hard on the drama, but there’s bits where it seemingly slams on the brakes to do Illumination-esque Twitter humor and those bits definitely throw off the vibe.

Having an actual straight up attempted suicide in the climax was shockingly ballsy. I genuinely can’t believe they went there, but I’m glad they did because the film wouldn’t have felt nearly as raw without it.

I don’t know how they managed to make the Director even more of an asshole than in the comics, but they did.

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mimi ! ! ! ! new genshin boyie dat has been catchin m eye iz ayatoooo ໒꒰ྀི ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ྀི১ veri prettie . . he’z so . . . yeah :3 wld luv 2 hear ur thoughts abt him — big bro ayato esp 🎀

milk ! ! hi bbie . i have to say that i luvvv that ur into genshin. ayato is such a gud pick in terms of being a boyfie for several reasons, but we have to talk abt ayato-nii specifically ♡ when playing genshin, there were two things that stuck out to me specifically abt ayato that i believe heavily influences his behavior with his litl sister ! !

1. ayato is a busy bee !

since ayato-nii is frequently swamped with loads of responsibility from being clan leader and the head the shuumatsuban, he’s unfortchie very stressed. i think the last thing he needs is to be worried about his dear little sister, so he develops some rules.

nothing too hard really. just some simple measures to ensure you can take care of yourself in his absence. but we also know that ayato-nii is very mischievous. you can’t touch your little cunny no matter how much u want to. he frequently does pussy inspections nd if you’ve been bad his punishments consists of edging tht makes u near tears .

2. ayato has values loyalty nd obedience nd prefers doggies ( a bad day for us bunnies )

he likes good girls who listen .he much rather reward good behavior nd gosh . . . I fink he likes when u grovel nd beg real bad. like in a very degenerative way … he likes a bit too much when u beg ur big bro for his cum nd to play with your sticky parts :c it turns him on sm but he’s soooooo good at hiding it. super calm n collected when ur brokenly asking him 2 fck u eeeeek

[ozzgin]

hey beaut, can i request a yan ben drowned ticci toby nd ej with a chavvy reader from england ? like first impressions and their dynamic,, thank yuuu xxx

What a quirky request, haha. Very unexpected. I’ll let you know that I’m not too familiar with this stereotype, but I’ve seen a fair amount of social media examples, so hopefully it’s at least a little bit authentic.

Yandere! Creepypasta x Chav! Reader

Featuring Ticci-Toby, Ben Drowned and Eyeless Jack with a British chav reader that wins their hearts.

Ticci-Toby

He wouldn’t call it downright stalking, but Ticci-Toby has been observing you for a while now. Sometimes from afar, sometimes from a closer distance (such as your bedroom window), but his presence has always been concealed nonetheless. After thorough consideration he decides to approach you. You’re standing at the bus stop in your squeaky puffer jacket when you notice the pale stranger in unusual garments. You nervously chew on your gum and clutch your bag before finally speaking up. “What’re you staring at, luv?” His eyes immediately light up. Did you… did you just call him love?

Needles to say he’s over the moon. Only later does it occur to you that he doesn’t seem to grasp common slang, nor metaphorical talks for that matter. He takes things quite literally and you have to consider your wording before opening your mouth. That doesn’t stop you, however, from having a response ready at all times. That’s what Ticci-Toby really likes about you, you’re always there to ground him. It’s your raspy, mildly annoyed voice that snaps him out of his terrible paranoid episodes. He’s come to cherish the awakening “Are you mental, mate?”

He finds hanging out with you very comforting. In fact, both of you have started this little ritual of him draining his chatty moods while you sit in front of a mirror and do your makeup, interjecting every now and then with a little feedback. He gets to empty his brain of all the erratic thoughts and simultaneously admire your appearance. You’re perfect. For him, particularly.

Ben Drowned

Once again you’re woken up by the loud static in the living room. You drag your legs over to the TV with a knackered groan and slap the remote. Your ex partner had forgotten their video game at your place and ever since you’ve been getting outlandish messages and images stuck on the screen. Who would even play this? Did the game somehow mess up with your TV? This time it won’t turn off despite your attempts. The screen is frozen and you can make out a faded, pixelated text plastered in the corner: “It’s lonely here. Would you join me?”

Ben is fascinated by you and has been so ever since he’s been brought to this place. The forgotten video game was not unintentional: Ben had a fair amount of amusement from haunting your partner, and in a moment of despair they hoped relocating this cursed item would put the focus on someone else, like you. Although you’re rather oblivious to his scare tactics. This time is no different, but now he’s no longer interested in terrorizing you. Quite the opposite. How would you respond to his flustered confessions?

Being with Ben is a surreal experience, given that he can switch between the physical and digital realm with ease. He enjoys teasing you and lately he’s been cheeky in different ways, such as engaging in playful banter regarding your style and accent. It’s all in good fun and you do enjoy his humor. Though you wish he’d skip the riddles that only confuse you most of the time, or the sudden disappearances.

Eyeless Jack

Despite your repeated promises to yourself that you won’t go overboard with drinking ever again, here you are blacked out after a particularly lively party. To your defense, you didn’t expect to be woken up by some bizarre creature, and similarly it seems the man didn’t anticipate you’d be shaken out of your intoxicated state. You can see the glistening of a sharp tool in his hand and instantly sober up.

Both of you are stuck, contemplating the next move. Should Jack just kill you now? If he’s fast enough, you won’t have time to scream for too long. Then again, he does take pride in his silent surgical extractions. A messy fight would just go against his purpose. Your nostrils expand as they begin to accommodate to his presence. You sniff loudly a few times and gag involuntarily. Something stinks. “It’s you. You smell so shabby!” you exclaim and abruptly get up, reaching for your handbag that had been abandoned next to your bed earlier. You aggressively rustle its contents until you finally pull out a Victoria’s Secret perfume bottle. Satisfied, you begin spraying around the hooded man. He can only stare at you, speechless. “I cannot!” you keep repeating in disbelief.

Jack had snuck into your apartment hoping to leave with a fresh kidney and instead ended up perfumed and insulted by a drunken character. It’s this shameless unpredictability that has gotten him hopelessly interested in you. He loves to see your reactions and finds you greatly entertaining. On your end, you find him a proper, quirky lad, although a bit of a nutter. You’re also getting better at tolerating his intense odor that reminds you of black pudding. On one occasion Jack has offered to share his grisly nightly hunts with you, but you casually refused because you’ve got to stay snatched.

[my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife]

Pickup lines - Pierre Gasly

Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows all about those awful pickup lines. You can make fun of them, use it between the two of you as a joke. But how long will it stay like a joke?

Warnings: overall fluff with a little hint of angst, best friend to lovers, alcohol usage, swears, , rom-com vibes

Word count: 8K

Masterlist

You have been working at the Alpine F1 team for two years now, you were one of the media managers travelling with the team all around the world. You loved your job very much, it had all the components that you were passionate about, travelling, media and Formula 1. As much as you have loved this job and would never in your life change it for everything, the constant travelling could make it much more different. You felt sometimes alone late at night in the hotel rooms. Just like everyone else you were dreaming about once you will have a normal relationship not just one night stands, that you occasionally have had.

A life like this can be lonely, and hard to maintain a relationship. But you knew this when you signed for this job. And to be honest it could be fun to use all those dating apps to find someone to ease the loneliness. 

“Whatcha Doin'?” A head popped up next to you causing you to jump in surprise, nearly dropping your phone on the wooden floor as you were sitting outside. 

“Jesus Pierre! We have talked about this, one day I’ll punch you in the face when you scare me, and I won’t be sorry.” He was laughing as he went around you and sat down on the small chair next to you.

“So are you gonna share with me Tinder’s offer of today?” He draped his left arm behind you on your chair as he leaned closer trying to look into your phone. “I know you were swiping” You giggled and shook your head as you unlocked your phone and turned the screen to him witht the picture of a guy with a cowboy hat on. “Okay cowboy.” He snatched the phone from your hand and zoomed in the profile. “Oh come on, what is that line? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” He looked up from your phone with an unamused expression on his face and started to laugh tilting his head back on the chair. “Jesus, that’s awful.”

Since Pierre joined the team you have had a great relationship. You just clicked instantly, having the best deepest conversations, laughing at the stupidest jokes. One night, you arrived the same day to a hotel where you have been staying for the weekend, you met in the bar and you started to talk as you were sipping on your drinks, you went down on the road of the topic of relationships. To all of you mentioning you have no one waiting for you back at home in Italy, and you can’t imagine having a serious relationship now so you are just stuck with Tinder. That night is how it started with him always checking your matches or suggestions, laughing with you when you found someone horrendous or even helped you to have someone for the night. 

“You have used more obnoxious pick up lines with me.” You rolled your eyes as you had your chin on his shoulder watching him tapping on your phone, sliding the guys left and right. You have had this thing going on between the two of you since that night of the bar. You have been throwing all those typical and terrible pick up lines at each other, trying to make the other laugh the hardest. Both of you were prepared, had a whole list of lines ready to be used.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He turned his head your way with a smirk on his lips before he blew on your face making the tiny hairs fall in your face. “Are you a pitstop? Cause I go from soft to hard in 2.5 seconds.” Your mouth opened nd your eye went wide, leaning back on your chair watching his proud smile spreading on his lips as he was wiggling his eyebrows. 

“F1 related line, smooth.” You nodded proudly “Have you been doing some homework?”

“Are you a homework? Because I would do you everyday.” He leaned closer to you one more time looking deep in your eyes. His piercing blue eyes stared deeply in yours, he had the most beautiful blue shade eyes you have seen before, it had some greyish marbling in it which just made it more unique and outstanding. You froze for a second at the feeling of his breath tickling your lips due to the fact how close you were, before shaking your head a little waking yourself up from the dreaming. 

“Ew Gasly.” You fake gagged and got up from the chair. “Don’t you have a meeting to attend?”

“Yes, so I gotta go. But will I see you tonight at the party?” You nodded and gathered your things from the table. “Cool, see you later doll.” he winked at you before disappearing in the motorhome.

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He was in 4th place, his personal best since the beginning of the season and he was keeping that position since lap ten and we are already on the last ten laps. You were playing with the cord of your headphones listening to the teams radio as your eyes were glued on the screen in front of you.

“Pierre, let's try to push it a little. So we can get closer to Hamilton, we have heard on the radio he is struggling a lot. You have the chance for P3.” His race engineer informed him quickly which he just answered with a quick copy as he accelerated on the straight part of the track closing the gap between him and the Mercedes driver. You were on the last two laps and he was still struggling to catch up with the driver in front of him, he was pushing it to the really end trying everything to get over him, but Lewis was a hard one and he was fighting for his position and Pierre knew it well that it’s gonna be a hard fight.

“Come on.” You mumbled under your breath as you were chewing on your lower lips, your right leg was bouncing. You could cut the tension in the air as everyone was quietly watching the screen as we arrived in the last sector of the last lap. He was getting inch by inch closer to Hamilton, his front wing nearly touching the back end of the car when in an easy move he changed directions and took over the driver in front of him closing the path behind him to prevent any attack in the last corner of the track. The whole motorhome jumped up together, screaming in joy seeing the Alpine driver having his first podium in a very long time with his new team. Mechanics started to run out to the finish line and climbed up on the wall while they were screaming in joy, waving their fists in the air. You watched him crossing the line at the chequered flag, as you were jumping in your place, squeezing the headphones over your ears to hear him over the ovation inside the motorhome.

“Fucking yes!” His screams cut through the lurry as you were pushing the sides of the headphones even more. “We fucking did it! Yes!” The whole motorhome started to move together all the way to the park fermé waiting for the P3 star to arrive, you were pushed by your other team members as they were squeezing your shoulders, chanting and screaming at the same time with the crowd. An ear to ear smile was plastered on your face, you were happy, you were so happy for the team but especially for him. He parked the car at the right position before getting out and standing in the top of the car waving his fists up in the air before jumping down from it and ran with full speed to the team and jumping in their arms. Everyone was patting on his helmet or on his body where they could reach him. His muffled screams were still audible through the noisy crowd and the helmet and that even made you happier than ever. He took a step back from the team and lifted up his visor and stopped for a second looking around, through the crowd hoping he would see the person who he was looking for. You raised your hand up a little to get his attention, and he whipped his head to your way before leaping the distance between the two of you and he pulled you in a bone crushing hug even lifting you up in the air, pulling you nearly over the fence. Your arms were tightly around his neck holding his body close to yours.

“You did it.” You said once you were back on your feet and looked up at him, grabbing the two sides of his helmet, his hands were on your upper arm. Your eyes filled with tears as you saw his inside the helmet, they were shining with the happiness and the tears that were rolling down on his cheeks. “You were amazing. You deserved this. Now go you have a trophy to take on the third step of the podium, champ.” You winked at him, he nodded and touched his helmet to your forehead and looked deep in your eyes. Breath got stuck in your lungs with the way he looked at you. There was something so intense in his eyes, so animalistic but still you could see the happiness and the joy and even love inside those beautiful blue eyes that could mesmerise you anytime. He was ecstatic as he walked out to the podiums, jumping and throwing his fists in the air. You were watching him down with the others, with the widest smile on your lips as tears were rolling down on your cheeks. You were happy, you were so happy for him. With all those years where he had lost his confidence, he finally gained it back, he needed this win.

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“So what are you having?” Pierre softly grabbed your upper arm as he appeared next to you. You jumped slightly in surprise and looked up from your phone and slid it in your small purse. “Are you going to get the usual, gin-tonic?” You smiled at him and nodded, before he turned to the bartender and ordered the cocktail for you and a beer for himself.  “I like your new dress!” He said as he was walking back to you with the group at the table that was booked just for the drivers, and some of your colleagues.

“Thanks, they were 50% off!” You beamed and twirled around as you grabbed one side of your flowy skirt, you slipped next to each other at the table quietly as the others were loudly chatting.

“I’d like them better if they were 100% off.” He answered with a wink that made you nearly choke on your cocktail, you placed the glass on the table and lifted your hand up to your lips as you were coughing. Heat was spreading on your cheeks, and the tip of your ears were burning.

“The store can’t just give away clothes for free.” Lando jumped in the conversation with a confused look on his face, making you hide your face into your palm as you felt warmth spread throughout your cheeks. “No that can’t happen that they have heard Pierre’s flirty comment” you thought in your head. Most of the guys have heard the two of you bickering and having those pickup lines. 

“That’s… not what I meant.” Pierre mumbled and took a sip of his beer as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes were still on you, his gaze shifted from your shoes all the way to your face as he stared deeply in your eyes, and licked his lips. You swallowed thick and tore your gaze away from his blue eyes that were burning you alive and tried to focus on the conversation that was going on at the other side of the table. Your phone at the edge of the table lit up, you looked down and saw at least 10 notifications popping up on your screen.

“Adam has messaged you”

You were about to lock your phone and put it away when Pierre leaned closer.

“So Adam huh?” 

“You know it’s not nice to look on someone’s phone, and to put your nose into someone else’s business.” You rolled your eyes and picked your phone up from the table. You were about to delete the notification on your locked screen but accidentally you opened it up. “Give it back!” You turned to the man on your left as he snatched the mobile from your hand and started to scroll down on your messages with a mischievous grin on his face. You leaned over his shoulder and read the texts. “Pierre, I’m not kidding!”

"Photo attached"

Pierre looked up from your phone to you, his brows were lifted as he was studying your face.

“How many dates have you had with this lad?”

“Just one, and it was bad we did not even hook up, I wanted to tell him that I’m not interested in him.” You sighed and sat back on his chair as you started to play with the end of your hair. “I just wanted to have sex with him, I was horny that’s it.” 

“Oh, but he seems lovely, not clingy at all. “His voice was dripping with sarcasm, as he was looking up from your screen now and then with a grin on his lips. “ How about we check this picture huh?” Before turning back to the screen and had his finger over the message that says “photo attached” 

“No, don't you dare.” You were to start but he already opened it and you slapped your palms over your eyes. “Oh my god!” You squealed in surprise, trying to erase the picture from your mind. 

“No way he just sent a dick pic out of nowhere.” He laughed out loud and zoomed it in the picture. You peaked through your fingers seeing him playing with the picture as he was still laughing about it.

“No, don't zoom in! Oh my gosh I don’t even remember the last time when I received a dick pic.” You shook your head side to side. 

“Can I answer him?” He was still giggling as he was zooming in and out of the picture. He was having a blast, how awkward you were acting like, all that flushed face and biting the bottom lip.

“Don’t you dare to send him back a dick pic.” You warned and he looked back at you with a surprised experience on his face. 

“I was not thinking about it, till now.” His smile got wider, his eyes were shining with mischief. “Not a bad idea..” he got up a little from his seat as he was digging into his pocket taking his phone out. 

“Oh gosh no!” You yanked your phone out of his hand and closed the picture on the screen. “I can answer back too.” You swiped your hair away from your face and dropped it over your shoulder. 

“I’m offended that you are protesting that hard..” He leaned closer to you, your shoulders were touching as he was trying to sneak a peek on your screen. You looked up from your screen, and to your surprise his face was much closer than you had imagined. You swallowed thick and cleared your throat as you tried to push down on him, imagine him sending an inappropriate picture of himself from your phone. “ I have a good collection, they are sorted by different folders.” He continued which made your eyes go much wider. Of course he has a full gallery of his beautiful body and body parts. “If you want to, I can send you some, to get the vibe.” He winked at you giggling

“Oh don’t be that full of yourself..” you rolled your eyes and typed back an answer to Adam. 

You typed back with a grin and closed the message.

“Okay you are savage.” He grinned at you and leaned back on his chair and draped his right arm over the back of our chair. “But if you would change your mind.” He started and winked at you.

“Yes, all I have ever wanted in my life is to get some nudes from the big Pierre Gasly, that he usually sends to every girl he has business with.” You rolled your eyes, as you lifted up the cocktail to your mouth.

“You called me big, huh?” He winked at you and you hit his upper arm slightly. “Oh come on, you probably have some too.” He chuckled and took a sip from his beer.

“Never said that I don’t have, they are categorised too, by colour, and even if on a scale of how slutty they are .” You winked at him with a mischievous grin, which made him choke on his beer.

“Give me your phone.” He extended his palm out for you, waving his fingers to hurry you up. You laughed as you took the last sip from your glass and stood up from the chair.

“You have to earn it babe.” You leaned closer to his ears and whispered in as your fingers played with the soft skin in his neck that were visible from his white linen shirt and made goosebumps all over his skin. His breath got stuck in his throat. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, usually it’s the other way around, but tonight something changed, you felt some power in you as you saw him react to your touch. “Wanna dance?” You whispered in his ear as your fingers dropped to his hand and his fingers wrapped around yours as he nodded and started to follow you down on the stairs in the crowd. You usually hated crowds, but tonight -mostly because of the amount of liquor you have had- you wanted to dive in the crowd pulling him closer to you, wanting his arms to wrap around your waist as you swayed to the music, draping your arms around his shoulder.

He pulled you closer to his body, keeping you away from all the other people who were drunkenly jumping around. “Never knew you were a the type who would dance in a club.” He whispered in your neck as he was guiding your waist with his hands, your skin was burning underneath his touch.

“You still have a lot to learn.” You leaned back a little to look into his dark sparkling eyes. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips. A familiar song’s beat hit your ears, making a flirtatious smile appear on your lips and you let your fingers draw shapes on his chest which was visible.

“Love to hate me, crazy, shady. Spit me up like hot wasabi. Lick me up, I’m sweet and salty. Mix it up and down my body.”

Your free hand ran over your body as you were singing the lyrics of the song while you swayed your hips in figure eight shape. You leaned closer to him, pulling his upper body a little closer to you by the chain in his neck. His eyes were watching you dancing, looking up at you till his gaze caught yours, he wetted his parted lips before a smile spread on his lips and turned you around by your waist and pulled back your body to his, your back hitting his chest as his fingers dig into the skin on your waist. He dropped his head into your neck and pushed your hair to the other side.

“You can’t pull stunts like this in front of all those people doll.” You heard his raspy voice muffled in your ear. “And it’s unfair to do this to me even if we are both drunk.”

“Champ, don’t start something that you can’t finish.” You turned around as the song has ended and looked into his eyes. They were much darker than before his pupils were dilated and he was breathing through his nose. This animalistic look just made chills run through your body with the familiar buzzing feeling that you felt on your skin before it stopped between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. His eyes darted down to your thighs, he saw it god sure and he loved it that he has some effect on you. A proud cocky smile appeared on his lips as he winked at you before taking a step closer to you making you take one back. “It’s getting late, we have a plane to catch tomorrow.” You whispered hoping he would hear it through the loud speakers.

“We have to finish this later.” He twirled a string of your hair on his finger. You got on your tiptoes and give him a feather-like kiss on his cheeks, his beard was tickling and prickling your lips. “Good night my champ. Win more races and you might earn those pictures.” You winked at him and started to walk to the elevator, his eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head. You felt confident, sexy which made you just add a little more sway on your hips as you took your steps. When you turned around in the elevator you saw him watching you, looking at you as his lips were on the rim of his glass and just before the door closed he sent you a wink with a cheeky smile, making your knees wobble.

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Few days have been passed you were on the last race before summer break will start. Since that night in that club you were circling around each other with Pierre. Some touches here and there, some flirtatious looks and some comments, that made your heartrate pick up and a slight pinkish tint spread on your cheeks. The atmosphere between the two of you changed, but none of your spoke about it, mostly because you had no idea how to start talking about this topic. How to approach him.

“Hey I can’t say you are beautiful. You know why?” He slid next to you in the cafeteria as you were quietly sipping on your coffee and working on the design that you have been busy with for day. You look at him unamused. His hand laid on top of your thighs making you jum slightly at the new contact.

“Are we having another round of those awful pickup lines?” You sighed and titled your head to the side looking at him unamused.

“Don’t ruin my fun! So answer! You know why?” He pushed on your shoulder as his hand squeezed a little on your thigh, making your slightly gasp.

“Okay sure. Why Pierre?” 

“It’s because beauty is on the inside. And I haven’t been inside yet.” You closed your eyes for a second and breathed in. Meanwhile he was having the time of his life giggling at his own joke. You planted your forehead in your palm as warmth spread on your cheek. “Oh my god.” You laughed and shook your head. “Okay this was good for once.”

“Finally a pretty big smile on your pretty little face. “ He poked your cheeks that now had a slight pink tint on them. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Wanna take me on a date?” You asked back immediately, making him lean back on the chair surprised. He was not taken back that you have had a cheeky question shooting back at him, he was more surprised about that you have had a question like this. Because he do want to take you on a date so much. “Just kidding. I’ll go to the gym later. I don’t like to go now, because it’s too crowded for me.” You checked the time on your laptop, you still had an hour left till seven. That’s when you usually went to the gym for a little cardio. “If you want to, you can come.” You were even surprised by yourself that you have asked him about it.

“Yea sure, sounds like a plan. I’m gonna change and see you in the gym.” He tapped on the edge of the table before he stood up and leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear. “Where those black biker shorts and that black croptop that you have had on the other day. You looked fine in them. Also, I bet I could bench-press you.”

“Jesus Pierre. This one was awful.” You turned your head to look at him as he was walking backwards pointing at you as his fingers were "guns" as he was laughing. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your work as you were laughing quietly. He is so stupid.

“I think I’m gonna go and run a little.” You got up from the ground as you were finished with the stretching as Pierre was putting back one of the dumbbells on the rack. “Feel free to do your own routine.” You pointed over your shoulder to the treadmills.

“No, I’m gonna go with you.” He said and picked up his water bottle and started to walk to the machines.

“But you have just said that you hate running.”You pushed the start button on the machine, which started to work with a small beep. You were confused, he just said it like five minutes ago when you were casually talking about your workout routines, him stating that running is one of those things that if he could just skip it, he would do it for sure.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged as he got on the treadmill and started to walk. You shrugged and grabbed on the handle and stepped up on the treadmill, but it was going way more faster than you had expected, making you trip over your own feet and trying to catch the other handle. You’ve seen it, the whole thing just rolled in front of your eyes. First you are gonna hit your face on the handle that you could not catch fully so your hand just slips off it, next thing gonna be you face planting on the rubber mat of the treadmill. Pierre watched you trip over your own feet and his eyes went wide as he jumped off his machine and slammed his palm on the big red stop button with his right hand as with the left one he grabbed your waist, scooping you up making you dodge the horrible face planting accident. Your fingers were wrapped on his biceps as you were staring up on him with an open mouth before you burst out laughing. You were laughing hysterically in his embrace.

“Jesus christ.” You got back on your feet with his help and you tried to compose yourself.

“That’s why.” He said it simply as he helped to get the spaghetti strap of your croptop back on your shoulder as he was holding on your hand with his left hand.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head on the side looking at him confused.

“That is why I wanted to run next to you. To catch you when you fall.” His fingers were playing with your fingers while he was still looking deeply in your eyes.

“I’m clumsy, okay I get it. But you can’t always be next to me.” You giggled and tried to step away from him but he grabbed your hand harder and pulled you back to his body. He was now towering over you closely as your back was leaning back on the side of the treadmill.

“I'll always catch you if you fall.” He leaned much more closer making the breath stuck on your throat as you felt his hot breath hitting your face, with each word he leaned closer and closer, his nose was touching yours slightly. 

“Pierre.” You whispered his name without breaking eye contact even for a second. You felt his lips lightly touching yours for a blink of an eye before he leaned back.

“Go pick up your things, we should head back to our rooms, tomorrow we are gonna travel early.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. You still haven’t taken a breath since he leaned close to you, and now your lungs were burning. He winked at you and laid a small kiss on the tip of your nose, before he stepped back from you and picked his bottle up and walked out of the gym. 

“What the actual hell just happened?” You whispered in front of you and ran your hands on your face and you checked yourself out in the mirror. Your face was the deepest shade of red, you just looked like you had just had the most intense cardio in your life, but it was just Pierre Gasly, his beautiful eyes and his flirtatious words.

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“I like my ladies like I like my coffee – a hot shock to the lap.” A mug slides over the small table in the waiting area of the airport, you look up from your laptop seeing the familiar radiating smile of Pierre and he sat down next to you picking up your foot from the chair and putting it on his lap.

You smiled at him and pick up the coffee and took a sip of it. “Oh yea, babydoll is not a morning person.” he chuckled as he was sipping on his drink while he was drawing shapes on your skin close to your ankle that was visible from your jeans. Your pulse picked up as you felt his thumb on the soft part on your skins, spreading heatwave through your body.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“So are you going home after this race for the summer break?”

“No I don’t think so, I think I'll probably just go back to France. Parents are actually visiting some friends, as they said, "no time to see me.” You mumbled in your cup, tearing your gaze away from him as he was watching you with such a sad expression. You tried not to show how sad and disappointed you feel that the only time of the year when you can see your parents they tell you that they have no time for their own kid. Pierre squeezed your ankle making you look back on him with elevated brows with a curious expression on your face.

“How about you coming with me?”

“Excuse me? No Pierre, can’t do that.” You shook your head vigorously.

“Why?”

“Because you are going with your family, it’s the time to be with them, not with your colleague.”

“I’m going to be with my family and with some who are close to me, and you are definitely not just my colleague.” He smiled at you, picking up your hand from your lap and playing with your fingers. You were staring back at him as your cheeks felt hot all over again. Your thought went to the part again where he said he will have people who are close to him, he did not say friend. “So what do you say, doll?” He woke you up from your thoughts as he squeezed your fingers a little bit and hooked your pinkies. “Or do you want to just go with me? As a romantic getaway?” He wiggled his eyebrows, winking at you.

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The day of the summer break actually came and you were anxiously twisting the small pendants on your bracelet as you were waiting in front of the airport of Nice. You were about to still wrappin your head around the whole situation, and the past few weeks. You were on your summer break that you will spend the most luxurious way possible, with a man that you try to force yourself to say that he is your colleague and your friend but the past few weeks weren't examples of how should frinds especially not how colleagues should act. But you just could not stop yourself. He was pulling on you as magnet, all you wanted him to look at you with those beautiful blue eyes, smile at you with that cheeky smile that made your knees weaken and your heartbeat and breath picks up its pace. All you want to feel his warm skin on yours, to feel his fingers on your side when he grabs on you as he passes behind you before he whipers the most cheesiest line ever in your ears that would make your cringe if you would hear it from someone else, but it's different with him. He texted you a few days prior that you don’t need to go anywhere by taxi, he is gonna pick you up once you land. You were just checking the time on your phone when a blue sport car just stopped and rolled its window down.

“Do you need a ride princess?” He leaned over to the passenger side, his sunglasses were pulled down on his nose so his clear blue eyes were looking at you as he was showing his best flirtatious smile to you. He got out of the car and took your luggage from and opened the door for you on the passenger side.

“Where are we going?” You looked up at him before sitting in the car, he closed the door on you and placed the luggage in the trunk before jogging back to the driving seat.

“Destination: best summer in your whole life.” He picked your hand up which was closer to him before kissing the back of your hand as he was looking deeply in your eyes as the air just got stuck on your throat.

“I hope it’s not a big problem for you to get a room next to mine.” He said as he was pulling your baggage after him as he was walking down on the hallway of the beautiful mediterranean styled mansion that was rented out for him and his family and friends. He turned around before opening the big mahogany door for you and letting you step in first of your room for the next week. Your eyes went wild as you walked in the room all the way to your window looking out of it seeing the see and the white sanded beach in front of you.

“Oh my god.” You whispered as you saw the balcony door next to you running to it and tore it open and step out on the white marble floored balcony. You were mesmerised by the view, the sparkling crystal clear water, with the sandy beach, all the palm trees, you were on your dream vacation.

“I guess you like it” He giggled, stepping behind you and planting his hand on your right side as he was still standing behind you. Chills ran through your body as you felt his breath tickling your shoulders as they were out from your flowy summer dress.

“This is incredible Pierre,thank you really.” You turn around, actually seeing that he was standing so close to you that you have had to look up at him.

“You're welcome. Everyone is actually down in the port, with the guys we thought that it would be nice to go out tonight. What do you think?” He swept away the hair in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear, as his thumb gently stroked your cheek. Your breath stuck on your throat again, and tried to compose yourself as fast as possible by blinking a few and cleared your throat.

“Yes, sure sounds perfect.” Your voice was still weak, it was rarely audible as you answered. He let a small smile on his face and kissed your forehead before pushed himself off the railing and walked backward to the room.

“Can you get ready in an hour?” He pointed at you which you just answered with a small nod and he disappeared in the corridor. You let out a big sigh and ran your hand through your hair as you were checking yourself out in the mirror once you have found an orange flowy summer dress which was perfect for a warm night like today. You were adjusting the cut in the front so it was not as revealing when Pierre knocked on the door. “Mon dieu..”He mumbled when he saw you, his eyes darted from your tanned long legs stopping for a second at your cleavage before it went to his favourite part of you, to your eyes. “ You look incredible. As I can see tonight you are gonna rock McLaren colours.”

“Just don’t tell it to Otmar.” You stepped closer to him patted him on his chest and winked on him as you closed your door and started walk down on the hallway.

You were on your umpteen glass of cocktail, swaying your hips from left to right on the beat of the reggaeton music which was playing in the beach bar, where you were currently waiting on your next gin tonic when a hand grabbed the right side of your hips, and as you where about to turn around and check who was that brave one to grab you by your consent a familiar cologne hit your nose and warm breath fanned on your exposed neck as he was trying to overspeak the loud music.

“If being sexy is a crime, then you are under arrest.” You started to giggle at his pickup line and shook your head before turning your body to face him more and looked up at his rosy cheeks from the mixture of the amount of alcohol he had and the hot and humid air that was around you at the bar.

“Do you have handcuffs on you, officer?” You batted your eyelashes up on him, as you were playing with your straw in your drink, you slowly took a sip of your drink watching him as his eyes were fixated on your lips wrapped around the black straw, he swallowed thick before clearing his throat and looking back into your eyes. “Do you want some?” You offered your drink for him which he took without a word and gulped down the whole drink with one big swig. “Damn boy, you must be thirsty.” You laughed and leaned back on the bar. 

“I’m amazed that for once I found you without your phone in your hand, and not swiping on Tinder as you are pretty tipsy.”

“I actually left my phone back in my room, and also I deleted Tinder.” You looked up at him, seeing his surprised expression on his face. “You know I have a friend over there, who thinks you are pretty hot and cute.” You pointed with your head to your right, which made him lift his gaze up before looking back at you with furrowed brows and a puzzled look on his face. Cheeky smile spread through your lips before you stepped away from the counter and leaned back to the column and waved your fingers at him as you were still swaying your hips tauntingly to the beat of the music. He looked at you for a second before tilted his head back and started to laugh loudly, he was shaking his head as he stepped closer to you having his arm just above your head on the column as he leaned closer to you. The tip of his nose was touching yours as he leaned much closer to you, keeping eye contact with you throughout the whole time. 

“Do you have a name or can I call you mine?” He winked at you, as his fingers were grazing over the skin on the nape of your neck, making chills running through your body. Your breath picked up as you were looking into his clear blue eyes.

“Are you asking this from me or my friend?” You whispered and ran your fingers up on his arm all the way to his neck and started to play with the hair in the back of his head. His other hand was on your hips again, guiding your hips to the beat. His lips were softly touching yours as he was speaking, while he was still looking into your eyes. His gaze was switching between your lips and your eyes as he wetted his bottom lips. He grabbed on your chin and tilted your head a little bit upwards before softly pushing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss as you leaned into his body and draped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. He bit down on your lower lips making you let a small yelp into his mouth which caused him to smile on your lips and grabbed on the back of your head even more. You broke the kiss with heaving chests and grabbed on his white linen shirt on his chest. “I think my friend will understand.” You bit on your lower lips as he was chuckling and pulled you back for another kiss holding your cheek with one hand as his other hand was laid on the back of your neck.

"So can we say that my awful pickup lines worked in the end?" He had his forehead on yours as he as looking in your eyes. Wide smile was spreaded on his lips, the same sparkle were in his eyes like the day he was on podium. You were shaking your head laughing loudly.

"Just shut up you idiot and kiss me."

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[worriedvision]

Stuck in one place - Kazuha

Gender neutral reader, Kazuha travels to Mondstadt and finds a person who lives in the wilderness, seemingly bored of everything in Mondstadt just looking the same. Unhappy ending

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When he came to Mondstadt he made the mistake of visiting you - a person who lived in the wilderness of Mondstadt. He was intrigued when hearing of a mysterious "being". Nobody knew who you were, nor were there any missing people's signs up besides the travelers sibling.

He spent time with you, convincing you people made places interesting once he realised you were very introverted but you loved playing your guitar. The music was quite pretty, but ominous to anyone who bought into the rumours you were a deity who planned to kill anyone who got close.

Of course, Kazuha couldn't help but be curious. Perhaps you were like a siren by luring people in with your music, but Kazuha thought you were simply sad.

When you first met, you were immediately taken in by him. You couldn't help but find him attractive, his soft voice matching his appearance. He sat next to you, offering to befriend you because of your music interest.

He'd visit you every night he was in Mondstadt, which led to the inevitable catching proper feelings for him. Ones you hadn't known, ones to warm your chest. He always gave you something interesting to look forward to. He even took you into the town once to show you how many different personalities there are, which once again made you think you were in love.

The last day he was in Mondstadt, you confessed to him. In response, he gave you a reality check.

"I'm afraid I travel alone." Kazha replies.

"I can come with you, please." You insist, only to drop back upon seeing Kazuha become more uncomfortable with your insistence.

"...I can see why you fell for me - I'm the first human you interacted with in a while." When you hear this, you just feel very embarrassed. "I enjoyed our time together in Mondstadt, however I'd prefer to just be friends. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can look at anyone the way you look at me."

Nodding, you slowly turn around nd hunch over, head in your hand as you realise how desperate you have grown.

"Next time I visit Mondstadt, I would like to see you again."

"...Don't visit me again." You blankly reply, Kazuha looking down at his feet. "My time in this world is short, it wouldn't have worked."

"...What?"

"You heard the rumours of a land Siren, yes? Well, that's true - I don't know my origin, but this guitar is a large part of me. I have no family, no friends."

"Apart from-"

"No, even you aren't a friend. All you are trying to do is soften my rejection, that much is clear." You sigh, grasping your guitar. "I have been given orders to burn the guitar, destroy my lifeform. I just wanted to leave this world without any regrets - so thank you for confirming you will never look at me the way I look at you."

"Perhaps if I speak to the Acting Grand Master I can find a cure for...you..." Kazuha stops, noting you have already started to walk away.

He hears you start a fire, and he spots the orange gleam of light that erupts when you throw the guitar in. Kazuha runs up to see you one last time, and you look...neutral. you don't look relieved of sad, you're just there.

Well, not now that you were growing more difficult to see as more of your dorm gets burned in the fire.

The fire died down after some time, leaving behind the guitar strings and the pegs holding them to the one existent body. You are no longer here, Kazuha could tell.

Kazuha places the strings in a more visible slit, finding a stick and making a headstone for you before paying his respects, leaving your body to rest.

[moralesmilesanhour]

💆🏾🍃here i wanted to request a miles fang fic🌚ive enver done this before so idk but just a short/medium fic or scenarios of miles w fangs nd reader being obsessed w them but not in like a freaky way i. a like “omg theyre so cool/pretty way” if that makes sense😭

You got it! (You didn't specify so I made bro a vampire hope that's ok)

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"So, to recap: it's a yes on the blood, no on the sparkles, and you can walk into sign-less buildings by yourself," you listed off. You rose to a sitting position on Miles' neatly-made bed. "What about the sun?"

"Y/N, be serious right now. You saw me at the corner store yesterday morning."

"I'm just covering all my bases! You coulda just been wearing really good sunscreen this whole time."

Miles snorted as he lay sprawled out next to you. "Yeah, alright. No on the sunlight. Anything else--Aye, aye, relax!"

He frantically slapped your hand away as you tried to reach for his face. "Fuck is you doin'?"

"I'm tryna see if you got fangs!"

"How I'mma drink niggas' blood without fangs? Let's think, mamas--ow!"

He recoiled when you gave him a good flick on his forehead.

"Lose the attitude," you chastised. "Now, let's see 'em!"

Miles stuck out his lips into a childish pout. "Ask nicely."

"Fine. May I please see your canines?"

"Thank you."

Miles used his pinky to lift his upper lip on the left side, as if showing off a pair of grills. Instead, he revealed a pearly, almost blue-white canine tooth. It was at least a centimeter longer than that of the average human, curving downwards and sharpening to a deadly point. You could see why he mumbled so much; they looked damn near impossible to hide.

"And all four of them are that long?" you marveled.

He removed his finger and nodded, showing them off in an awkward-looking smile.

"They're gorgeous."

His smile dropped almost immediately and he gave you a weird look. "Whatever that means."

"It means what I said," you lightly smacked his arm, "they're very nice-looking."

"Sound like you finna steal 'em while I'm sleeping," Miles laughed.

You grinned and reassured him, "Chill out, I'm just bein' a future dentist. I get excited about nice teeth."

"Oh yeah? Then when you actually become one in a few years, I'm only going to you."

Miles took your hand and squeezed it. His palm was ice-cold.

"Thanks. If you ever need a fang pulled, I'll be sure to keep it for studying."

"You're so weird."

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[carlgrimesenthusiast]

reader is new to alexandria so rick asks Carl to show her around, she's distant and is full on guard since she doesnt trust anyone yet, carl tries to convince her that she's safe now, "Look, I know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this world, but you're safe, now. You can trust us, we'll - I WILL keep you safe." hehehehe

YOU’RE NOT ALONE || carl grimes x fem!reader

a/n: hi anon, i love the idea of this!! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading this. buckle in, this is a long one!!

ever since the apocalypse started, you’ve been all alone. hell, you haven’t even met anybody that was true to you. sure you’ve met some people along the way but they’ve never stuck by your side. they’ve died, left you or simply tried to kill you. you knew that there would be some people who would try to murder you, so of course, you had ways in your head to protect yourself. you didn’t mind meeting people though, it meant that they could share whatever supplies they had, food, water, etcetera.

you weren’t the best at hunting either, you had to ration your food or simply have to find food like everyone else. clean water was hard to find, you either had to filter the water or go to wrecked out supermarkets hoping they’d have something.

some days you hit bullseye, finding an abandoned store full of food and water. some days were the worst, you would’ve been treading around everywhere but couldn’t find any source. your legs tired, sweat dribbling, feet aching, back aching and you arms becoming lazy. you couldn’t stop walking until you found somewhere safe to stay the night else you definitely would regret it.

these problems all disappear as soon as you come contact with two men. one with dark, long dark brown hair with a beard coming and the other guy with soon to all be grey hair with a shaven face.

“how old are you?” one of them ask.

“16.” you lied. you have no clue how old you are since you don’t even know what year it is, what month is or date.

“how many walkers have you killed?” the other asks with his grasp voice.

“every single one i come across.” you thought walkers were what they called the creatures, and you were correct. you‘ve seen many, many walkers and have killed them all. the more gone, the less there are which means the easier to live. it was easy anyways, they were slow, anyone would be able to outrun them.

the two guys glance at each other, “how many people have you killed?”

“2.” you sigh, you didn’t know if they thought that’s bad or good.

“why?” he questions, not daring to look away.

“one of them tried to steal my supplies and the other one tried to kill me.” you didn’t want to die, you wanted to see how long this apocalypse would last and if the world will turn back to normal. there were very low chances of that happening but a girl can hope.

the two guys look at each other and nod, “come with us, we have a safe place you can stay.” your eyes lighten up. you did not expect that, your jaw dropped.

“seriously?” you ask, shock filling your expressions. the one with long, dark brown hair simply nods.

“the names daryl ‘nd thats rick.” he points his thumb in ricks direction.

“y/n.” you say, “let’s get to this place then.” you start walking ahead of them.

you didn’t make it to six steps before one of them spoke, “it’s this way.” rick points in the other direction.

“oh, okay.” you embarrassingly turned around and made your way to the correct direction.

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“this is alexandria.” rick says, someone behind the gates dragged it open, revealing all the beautiful houses. just like before. the trees tall and thick, smiles on everyone’s faces, people doing daily jobs, families taking walks. just like before.

they gesture for you to go in first as you do so, “where did you find her…” you heard someone whisper from behind you, you turned around to see a girl with long, black hair and brown clear skin.

“we just came across her, she’s young, we can’t just leave her.” rick whispers back, you noticed daryl wasn’t there anymore. you turn around to look where he disappeared off to. you saw him walking off into the distance, he’s probably not that sociable. “so,” you were bought out of your thoughts, rick started walking off so you followed where he was going, “i’ll get my son to show you around since there’s other work to be done here, everybody has a job. you need to contribute to help us move forward, if you have a problem with that you can happily leave.” he glances down at you. “you can help sort the food out, make sure equal amounts go to each household, go on a run and find weapons or food, planting to grow our own vegetables, sorting out supplies, making sure that each house have toilet paper, towels, all the essentials.” you nod as you heard him list everything. planting sounds the best to you but sorting out supplies brings you more satisfaction.

as you walk across the road, many people wave and smile at rick. he returns them all, putting his thumbs up at everyone whilst smiling as well.

“carl!” he shouts, a boy with long, brown hair turns around. he was wearing a cowboy hat and a flannel shit unbuttoned with a white shirt beneath. “this is y/n, you need to show her around. show her how the different jobs work around here, each area and also her own house.” rick explains. you get your own house?! woah this is gonna be fun

carl looks down at you. you weren’t incredibly smaller than him, just reaching about his eye length. “yeah, okay dad.” rick walks off going to do whatever. “so, how old are you.” carl asks, you follow wherever he’s going.

“16.”

“seriously? me too.” carl chuckles. it wasn’t funny. you thought. you raised your eyebrows quickly, giving a close lipped smile just to be supportive to him. “do you have any siblings.” what do you think? if i did, they would be by my side. you hesitate to answer, you didn’t know if you good trust these people. this whole place was too good to be true. to be honest, you didn’t remember if you had any. your mind went blank. you look up to see carl staring right down at you, carl could sense that you were probably scared. “hey-“ before carl could say anything else he was interrupted by some girl. she has brown hair and fair skin.

“carl, judith is crying for somebody. i can’t find your dad or michonne.” the girl has a worried expression on her face. “who’s this?” she points towards you. she looks you up and down, daringly. you crossed your arms.

“enid, this is y/n. y/n this is enid.” carl says, swaying from side to side slightly with his hands in his pockets. “i’ll be there soon, i want to finish showing y/n around.”

“oh, okay. be quick.” enid smiles up at carl, then looks at you and walks away.

“anyways, let me show you where we do the planting.” carl says, he walks next to you, side by side. he brings you to an area with rows of soil and grass. carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes and more all growing. you could see that the lettuce were grown and somebody was removing them from their roots. another gardener was giving the soil water. water. you haven’t had fresh, clean water in a very long time. now you know what the first thing you would do, would be.

you space out, and it was very visible to carl. “hey,” he waved his hands in front of your face, bringing you out of your thoughts. “you good?” he looks concern. you just stared up at him, studying his features. your eyes started to blur, you felt…guilty. your family wasn’t here to share all these wonderful things. the amount of luck you had was impeccable. their bodies were decomposed, nothing left but a pile of bones. and here you were, bathing in all this sunshine and happiness. an accidental tear slipped down your face. “y/n, are you alright? what happened?” your head shot in carls direction, which was very close to your face. you hand immediately wipes off the tear that fell.

“can you just show me my house.” you didn’t dare look at carl, already embarrassed from crying right in front of him. why did you have to cry now?! you could’ve done it when nobody was in sight, were nobody would see or judge you. carl felt bad for you, but had no clue why you were upset. he knew that the best thing to do was just show you were your new home would be.

“this way…” he walks ahead of you this time, thinking that this all startled you or it’s too much to take in right now. i mean, he understands at some angle, and he knows everyone would react differently. he just didn’t expect crying, but all to their own. he occasionally did check behind him to see if you were behind him and didn’t just walk off. “here.” you reach the house, looking up to see chairs sitting out. you walk up the stairs, turning around and looking at the rest of the houses, all so beautiful. carl opens the door, letting you go in first. you enter in, turning on the light switch. all the furniture, nice and neat. not a speck of dirt anywhere. sunshine beaming into the room, you love it. “hope you like it.” were the last words you hear from carl before you heard the door shut. you walked around the house your house. the thought of not needing to pay for the house, and owning a house at your young house surprised you! you ran your finger against the kitchen counters, marble. you continue to look around the house, all this made you so happy.

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the next morning came, and you open the drawers to see fresh sets of clothing. you put them on, not needing to shower since you took one last night. you enter your bathroom to see…perfumes? two perfumes. you spray it on your clothes, quite nice. you heard a knock on the door, you travel down the stairs and open the door to see…carl standing there.

“hi y/n.” he gleams at you, “you feeling better today?” carl asks, your heart warms when he asked you that. maybe you could actually trust them…or at least carl.

“yeah, much better. that shower really made my mood go up.” you smile, carl chuckles. you weren’t lying, that hot shower really did it for you. finally feeling clean is the best thing you could hope for, especially in a apocalypse.

“that’s really good,” he smiles, “but it’s time for your job…since gardening was the only thing you saw, do you want that as your chore?”

“okay.” you didn’t mind gardening, in fact, you were going to choose it regardless. it was calming and peaceful and quiet, and not tiring. plus, it was fun.

“hey, uh, you should know that you can trust us…” carl looks down at the floor, shy. he looks back up at you not taking your eyes off of him. “ look, i know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this word, but you’re safe, now. you can trust us, we’ll - I WILL keep you safe.” carl spoke confidently. your gaze on carl softened, he was pure in the heart. “my dad told me that people you’ve met before coming here have treated you disgustingly, but i can assure you, that will not happen. nobody will be nasty to you, treat you wrong. you’re safe here, i’ll be your personal bodyguard.”

you giggle, carls eyes lightens as he sees you laugh. the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard. “you’ll be my personal bodyguard?” you laugh, you like the thought of having carl be one. you can trust him, can’t you. it’ll take time for him to fully gain your trust, and carl knew that.

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a/n: she’s a long one, wasn’t she? i need to start putting this much effort into my next ones. hope you enjoyed!! (my longest fic) not proofread!

[harukapologist]

rambling about Haruka

As an ND person I just hate how Haruka's character is either completely infantilized or reduced to a selfish, evil murderer, when, to me, he is so much more than that.

Especially the latter; I hate when any MILGRAM character is called evil because what's the point of MILGRAM, then? They're all morally grey! That's how they test us. But Haruka in particular because I feel like it comes from a place of ableism, intentional or not.

I'm not sure if I should put TWs, but well I talk about ableism, murder (obviously lol), childhood trauma and well... it's Haruka

Haruka's outburst in the VD and his implication of killing animals (I know it's basically canon but erm... i can explain why I think it's an implication later) (i just finished writing the post and actually i explained why at the bottom of the post but its not a full explanation so lol) are the reasons I see people calling him either evil or childlike, and while I do think that Haruka is stuck in a childlike state in some aspects, this is emotional dysregulation of an ND and/or traumatized person, to me.

The uglier sides of being ND/traumatized, the ones that get heavily stigmatized and seen as intentional or evil; I think this was a display of one of them. And I really wish to see more people focusing on Haruka's disability in the ways it can affect his communication and day-to-day life skills more than "oh, poor baby, he has a disability that makes him feel unwanted" without actually understanding the details of the disability and, well, the reason why it is a disability.

Like, the emotional dysregulation that comes with being autistic, which is my headcanon for him. The hyperempathy and literal thinking that might make him harder to communicate with, and get people frustrated with him more often.

That and being severely neglected; I think neglect is one of the lesser discussed forms of childhood trauma and the fact that Haruka was shown to be neglected as well as abuse really means a lot to me, because I think some people don't quite understand just how much neglect and isolation fucks you up.

All those factors combined are a recipe for an unstable, impulsive, clingy shell of a human, and him getting called evil for that really saddens me. It's important to remember that these MVs are extracted from the prisoners' own memories and thoughts. It comes from their perception of their surroundings, their murders, and their own selves. The manic look that Haruka has on his face for a lot of AKAA, for example. The makeshift shirt he's wearing, as if he's desperately trying to sew himself together into a normal person, the exhausted, frustrated look when he picks up the necklace, it's important to remember that this is how he sees himself. A monster who has lost control of himself. The line "I'll keep killing to be your good boy" was a shock, but the way he meekly apologized to Es at the end of his VD, I really think that shows that he feels guilty, that he wants to convince himself more than anyone that he was a good person, that he was really trying to be one despite how his unlucky life frustrated him to his breaking point.

As for his infantilization, it has already been addressed by many thoughtful members of the fandom and I'm grateful to see that, but I also want to say it myself since god knows I hate being patronized.

It feels very ableist saying he's just "someone stuck in a childlike mindset/age regressor" Yes, and how does age regression as a coping mechanism develop? Usually through prior trauma that makes you "stuck" at said age, and that can present differently. It can be longing and yearning for a simpler time, for an actual happy childhood, or having flashbacks to a traumatic event that happened at a certain age; it is not uncommon for trauma survivors to be "frozen" at the age their trauma took place.

I think both of these are the case for Haruka. Frozen at that moment, but trying to reduce himself to nothing but a little, unaware child to avoid reliving it again, relishing in the innocence and purity of his good younger times (emphasis on purity--Haruka's murder was by strangulation, yet there's a shot in AKAA where he's covered in blood. I know it's after he killed the animals, but he's in the stitched-together outfit here; I think there's more to this MV than just killing the animals. Since this outfit is... not very likely to be worn in reality, did the animal killing happen at all? Even if it did, I think this shot remains an indicator that he sees himself as impure; guilty. I have a LOT to say about the inconsistencies in Haruka's MVs, but I'll save that for later... Anyway, back on topic) It is NOT "having the mental capacity of a child, so being unable to date etc." Haruka has still lived 17 years, maybe even more, since he isn't too interested in remembering his age. How do you treat actual neurodivergent people if this is how you see him?

When I rewatch the MVs, relisten to the VDs, reread the interrogations and timelines, I see no evil, just an incredibly broken, misunderstood person.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not letting an autistic kid join my group?

Okaayy this requires a LOT of backstory so bear with me on this.

I am 16F and the kid in question is 16M. I shall call him Tyler. I've known Tyler for like 3 years, never really been friends with him but he has been in my classes many times. Tyler is very blatantly autistic, which means it's very easy for people to pick on him. Other kids will be dicks to him and rile him up because they think it's funny. I am also nd but am quite good at masking so I don't get picked on but I am still a loner. Y'know the stereotypical quiet kid. Last detail to note about Tyler, he never does any of the classwork. Every time I have been in class with him he has just watched youtube on his laptop and will not do the work unless a teacher forces him to. This is important to note for my first major encounter with Tyler when I was 13.

There was a group project and everyone had to pick a partner to do a presentation, standard school stuff you get the gist. Me and Tyler ended up being the last ones left so we got paired together. The problem was that he did not pull his own weight. I had to sit with him and slowly walk him through the stuff we had to do for the project. Then I told him I would do X part of the project and he would do Y part of the project. He agreed and I went to work on it. The next day I asked if he had done anything, he hadn't. I sympathized with this because I also have executive dysfunction and very much struggle with completing things so I told him it was fine, he just had to work on it today and to send it to me once he was done. So I got home and waited for him to send me his part of the project but of course, it never came. So I ended up having to do literally EVERYTHING myself at the last minute. I went to the computer room to finish it at break time and lo and behold who do I see but Tyler in the computer room watching youtube. I gave him a firm telling off because I was hella pissed that while I was stressing out trying to do a group project by myself he was doing fuck all. He obviously felt bad but I was still rather pissed. So on the day of the presentation I did something admittedly very petty in that I forced him to do his part in the presentation despite him never seeing the presentation before. So he obviously struggled a lot. But that was that and I was quite certain I didn't want to work with him again. Flash forwards a bit, he tries to sit with me. I don't want to be an ass so I let him. The thing is that he was completely clueless about all the work so I ended up having to be like a surrogate teacher, walking him through everything. Again. The thing is, I couldn't get my own work done if I was stuck being Tyler's tutor. I was like "Fuck this. I'm not his teacher! I'm not even getting paid for this!!" So I started actively avoiding sitting with him so I could actually get shit done and he seemed to get the hint.

Now, to the present. He happens to be in the same class as me and asked if he could be in my group and I ignored him. I felt bad about it but I did not want to be handholding this kid. He seems to be actively trying to get my attention and trying to interact with me but I am just not interested. Especially since he seems to think that doing things like flicking water at me or slamming doors in my face is a good way to get my attention. I've tried to make it very clear I don't like this behaviour but he keeps doing it. In the most recent incident he randomly poked my back when I was crouching down to pick something up. I really hate being touched so I snapped at him but I feel guilty about it now. I feel like I could've handled it better because he clearly doesn't pick up emotional cues very well. And clearly he's just lonely, which I get but I feel he burnt this bridge a while ago and is just blasting the remains with a flamethrower.

So tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[thatanonymouschocolate]

Trapped In An Alley

Rating: Explicit/Mature aka +18 no minors

Summary:

You went to the markets to get restock on some food only for you to get mistaken for being associated with a thief and her very attractive droid friend.

Notes:

Takes place after the game since I never played it :> might try and get it one of these days bc im broke af lol

Also ND is 6'3 and my tall 5'10 ass is here for it

Anyways sorry if it's so short I'm bad at writing, I hope y’all enjoy and that this doesn't fucking suck

You don't know how you got into this mess. Stuck in a small space hiding from some assholes because they thought you were associated with the two thieves that ran into you while you were at the markets. Now you're trapped in a small space between two buildings in an alleyway with the coat wearing Droid that the thief girl was with. “Dammit…” you sighed trying to maintain a decent amount of space between you two. “Don't move.” He says his arm above your head and his leg between yours as he leans a bit closer caging you in between him and the storage containers behind you. There were more footsteps stomping and yelling nearby in the alleyway.

While the droid, ND from what you remember the woman calling him, was worried about getting caught you took a moment to really get a good look at him. The way ND held himself and how even though he wasn't obligated to help you hide, he was kind enough to help (even though it was his and his friends fault) and his voice was nice, really REALLY nice. You felt yourself being somewhat drawn to him. If you had met him under any other situation you probably would’ve tried to get in his pants- er bolts?? While you were observing (ogling) him he started to speak to you but you couldn’t help the noise you made when his leg brushed against your crotch. “Stay still.” His voice deepens as his hands gripping your hips. You mumble a small apology as your thighs clamp down on his leg, the distance between the both of you was closing.

The next thing you knew your pants were sliding off and you felt his cold metal finger explore and caress your plush inner thighs. He moves on to removing your underwear, he spreads your folds and admires the view in front of him. “You're already soaked and I hardly touched you.” his voice almost sounds smug. “A soaping hot mess by a complete stranger in an alleyway way.” if he had a mouth he'd definitely have a shit eating grin on his face. He continues to slide his digits against your entrance whispering all the things he wanted to do with you if he ever had the chance to ravage you properly. All the dirty talk spewing from him had your face feeling like it was on fire, your lip probably bleeding from you biting so hard to prevent you from making noise so you wouldn't get the two of you caught. But when he thrust a finger inside of you were gonna cum “No yet, hold on a little longer I want to enjoy seeing you fall apart.” He spreads your legs a bit more and inserts another finger stretching you out. At this point you have to use both your hands to cover your mouth to prevent you from letting out a sinful moan. “Fuck I can't hold it anymore! I’m gonna!-” you're cut off “Do it! Cum for me.” he says somewhat desperately. You throw your head back as you reach your climax covering his hand in your slick. He then steps back and helps you with your clothes.

“The coast is clear for now. It is best for you to avoid attracting any more attention to yourself for a while. There were more of them than expected.” He double checks to make sure the alley is clear and you both make your way to the main street. “ND!” the woman you saw him with earlier runs up to you. “I was looking all over for you- oh!” she stops when she sees you. ND explains that you got mistaken for one of them and the woman you now know as Kay has insisted that you travel with them for the time being.

“Wait but what about my groceries???” was all you could say as the both of them hurried you into their ship.