#hello hello!!! you beat me to the punch of contacting you first

[maybe-im-dark]

Half the boyfriend, half the fun

The first thing Wade felt was cold. Not the gentle coolness of an autumn breeze or the refreshing chill of freshly fallen snow. No, this was a biting, numbing cold. His vision was blurry and his body felt...off. he tried to move but nothing happened. As he blinked away the fog in his brain and looked down at himself the realization hit him like a punch in the gut —his legs were gone.

"Crap!", he muttered in a raspy voice.

Slowly the memories returned. He and Logan had been on a mission, targeting a group of small-time criminals, who had holed up in the woods. Get there, take them out, get the cash, done. But apparently something had gone horribly wrong.

"Logan?", he called out.

No answer.

Panic flared as he looked around the wooded area. Using his arms, he began to crawl foward, twigs and pine needles digging into his stomach. Not caring for the blood trail he left behind. A few yards away he spotted Logan and the sight made his heart skip a beat. Logan looked just as bad, if not worse. Instead of being cut, his body was ripped off at one of the vulnerable intervertebral discs, that were not adamantium, torn apart brutally. One half of his metal spine was sticking out of his torso, glinting against the bloodied mess of torn skin, flesh and tendons.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Wade mumbled, dragging himself as quickly to Logan's side, as his upper half would allow. "Come on, peanut, don't do this to me!"

Logan's healing factor was strong, but unlike Wade, he couldn't regrow limbs. They needed to be attached to his body, for the wounds to start closing. Unfortunately Logan's lower half was nowhere in sight. Wade's mind raced. His belt was nearby, scattered in a pile of dried leaves. Wade rolled onto his side, grabbing it. Thankfully his Hello Kitty fliphone —small enough to fit into one of the tiny pockets— was in there for emergencies.

His fingers shook so badly that it was difficult to press the small buttons. As he went through the contact list, the adrenaline started to wear off and the pain set in. Today was really turning out to be a shit day.

The phone barely rang twice, before Dopinder picked up.

"Hey, Mr. Pool, what can i do for you on this fine day?", the cab driver's familiar thick indian accent greeted him.

"Cut the chit-chat, Dopinder! Shit has hit the fan and it's flying everywhere! Get to the coordinates i'm sending, stat!"

He hung up, quickly typing in their location and hitting send twice in agitation.

It didn't take long. Ten minutes later, Wade heard the distant screech of tires as Dopinder slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Dopinder hurried over, as fast as he could on the uneven ground. When he saw Wade and Logan, he looked as though he was about to puke, pressing a hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, i know! America's next topmodel isn't in our future anytime soon! Now pull yourself together for fuck's sake!", Wade yelled. "You need to help me find Logan's legs. They're around here somewhere."

Dopinder nodded, his legs wobbling, as he searched the area. A moment later he returned, cradling Logan's legs to his chest like a baby. They were still inside the yellow pants and blue boots. And why would they have undressed him? Surely nobody was that sick. Wade pushed the distracting thoughts aside.

"Alright Dopinder", he instructed, trying his best to sound calm. "Attach them to his torso. He'll up on his own."

Dopinder followed the instructions, carefully pressing Logan's lower half against his upper body. Nothing happened. Logan's wounds remained open, his body still split in two.

"Maybe...maybe he's already dead?" Dopinder suggested, looking uneasy at Logan's unconscious form.

"No, he's just passed out", Wade said. Then quietly to himself: "I hope he stays that way. I'd rather he didn't have to see this sight himself."

The wheels inside Wade's brain turned as he wracked his brain for what to do next. "We need to prevent his body parts from dying off! Ice! We need ice! Dopinder get us to a gas station, quick!"

Wade grabbed Logan's legs and Dopinder hoisted him under one arm and Logan's torso under the other, rushing back to the car. Wade maneuvered himself onto the passenger's seat as Dopinder carefully laid Logan's halves on the backseat.

Then he sped off, ignoring speed limits, though to Wade the drive still felt far too slow. Every red light cost them precious minutes. Finally they pulled up to the first gas station and Dopinder sprinted inside.

Desperately Wade turned to look at Logan. His skin was ashen with deep shadows under his eyes, that hadn't been there before.

"Hold on, honey", Wade whispered, reaching out to gently stroke Logan's disheveled dark brown hair.

A tingling sensation ran through Wade, as he realized, with some relief, that small stumps were beginning to form below his hips. His own legs were regenerating, at last. At least something was working as it should.

Dopinder returned, carrying two large plastic containers and several bags of crushed ice. He filled both containers two the brim with ice, carefully placing Logan's upper half in one and his lower half in the other.

"This is sick! Just sick!" Dopinder murmured as he took in the sight.

"Quit whining and drive to the mansion!" Wade barked.

Dopinder swallowed. But...shouldn't he be in a hospital?"

Wade rolled his eyes. "Yeah and what are you going to tell the doctors? 'Oh the guy in pieces here is actually a mutant with self healing powers, that aren't working right now. If you could fix him up, please!' Newsflash: Most people aren't too fond of mutants! These anti-mutant-propaganda-posters all over the city aren't just for show!"

Dopinder opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again, nodding stiffly. He got behind the wheel and drove off. On one hand Wade felt guilty for going off on him. It wasn't fair. But on the other hand, he didn't give a fuck. Right now Logan's wellbeing wad all that mattered, everything else could wait.

"The gate's closed!" Dopinder said as they approached the mansion.

The school was an imposing building from the 19th century made of grey stones, its turrets and bay windows making it look more like a castle.

"Should we...announce ourselves?"

Wade shook his head. "Just drive right through!"

Dopinder floored it, crashing through the gate. The metal wings bend inward, scraping the sides of the car with a horrible screech as a shower of sparks flew across the windshield. Whatever. The professor could cover the damage; the old fart was loaded.

Dopinder parked, leaping out of the car. Wade wadled behind him on his tiny stumps.

"Help!" Dopinder screamed, pounding on the entrance door. "We need help!"

"Yeah, we have a medical emergency! Screw what Professor Egghead says, come out here!" Wade joined in.

The door swung open revealing Hank McCoy in a white lab coat over a beige cable-knit sweater and corduroy pants.

"Mr Wilson, i believe we made it clear, that you are not welcome here! And to have the audacity to insult the professor..."

"Come off it, cookie monster! Logan's badly injured and he won't heal!" Wade cut him off.

Hank adjusted his glasses, irritated. "Yes, yes. I'll take a look at him right away."

"Oh my stars and garters!", he exclaimed as he saw Logan's body halves in the ice-filled containers.

"Holy crap!"

Jean Grey had joined them, without Wade noticing. Not exactly ladylike to curse like that. Did Cyclops know his fiancée used such language?

Using telekinesis, Jean carefully levitated Logan's body parts, guiding them as she and Hank rushed back to the mansion. Wade followed as quickly as his stubby legs would allow.

"What are you gonna do? Will he be okay? Why...?"

The door slammed shut in his face.

Outraged, he turned to Dopinder. "Really? They're just leaving the readers with a cliffhanger like that? Well, to be continued i guess."

[cursedfortune]

[ SHIELD ] — sender steps in front of receiver protectively to either take the brunt of, or block an attack. (Platonic) (Hello!)

Gestures. @ramblingsofamoonwatcher - HELLO NEW FRIEND!

Fucking ow.

The ancient witch drew in a few labored breaths as she pulled herself free from yet another trap. Wrist caught and bound by thin wire that she forcefully ripped herself from - limb regenerating itself as she searched for the last witch hunter left alive. A clever bunch this time to do this amount of damage.

She looked positively a mess; bloodied head to toe like this must truly make it look like she was torn to pieces. Yet in truth it was only blood, her wounds having healed - not that she could fault someone, perhaps this someone for thinking otherwise. It happened so quickly. Mortem had but half a second to realize the other in front of her wasn't her enemy but an unexpected ally (at least for now).

No, she wasn't what others would consider a good person but that didn't stop her fingers from flexing before her hand launched out to grab hold of the other. Don't throw your life away. Her actions seemed to say, even if she had no idea how hardy this soul may potentially be. Fingers curled tightly around the nearest arm to pull the woman back. It wasn't fast enough as the full brunt of the attack hit not the witch but the one that wished to be her protector in this moment - but at least she could help shield her somewhat from all of it.

A last attempt from a man who knew this quest of his was suicidal now. Burned up by his own bomb, scattered into pieces. Good. The quiet would let her think, let her focus upon the other.

They seemed to have been far enough away to avoid the worst of the shrapnel and debris, not that some didn't find its way over along with the heat of the sudden burst of flames. Coal eyes raked over the woman's figure in search for serious wounds before her shoulders relaxed somewhat.

"Your courage was commendable, even if unnecessarily reckless." She commented yet there was no bite to her tone. Calm, almost like a relieved breath she hadn't been more injured. Loosening her grip on the other she turned fully to face her; magic and energy weaving together as she pulled from her own personal life force to heal her rescuer. "Please remain until your wounds are healed... tis the least I can do to thank you for your time and effort to aid me, lovely."

[meidiary]

( ♡ ) WHEN THEY'RE JEALOUS .. !!

synopsis : ur wbk favs get a little too annoyed because of the bold guy next to you

starring : sakura haruka, suo hayato, nirei akihiko, kiryu mitsuki & kaji ren

mei's note : eeehhh!! first time writing for wb.. i absolutely adore all the wb content on here && I wanted to contribute a bit- so that's what brings us here.. hope you enjoy! this layout was inspired by the lovely @stunie & @kaiser1ns ♡

SAKURA HARUKA

nicknames / f!reader

"baby~ need me to put some sunscreen on your back?" you grab the sunscreen spray and get up on your knees. you giggle as you see a faint blush on your boyfriend's face. "don't need any sunscreen," sakura mumbles, avoiding any eye contact with you.

you wrap your arms around his neck from the back, leaning down before brushing his ear with your lips. "nuh-uh, you do need it.."

"close your eyes, okay?"

he grumbles a bit before obliging and allowing himself to melt in your embrace.

the first spray was cold, albeit the warm weather, it still gave sakura the chills. but he forgets about the cold sensation once he feels your soft hands, massaging the sunscreen onto his skin. your fingers slowly gliding from his shoulders to his upper back.

sakura almost missed the cold feeling of the second spray because he was too focused on how warm your hands felt om him. your hands gently making their way to his lower back.

then the third spray- your fingers suddenly stop moving. his eyes jump open, his eyebrows are up in confusion, where did the warn sensation of your touch go? he looks to the back to see you waving to a group of people on the other side of the beach.

"haru', i'm gonna go say hello to some old friends! give me a minute or two, and I'll be back, yeah?" you tell him all giddy before heading to your old friend group.

a huff leaves sakura's lips, just a tad bit annoyed some randoms stole your attention. he meticulously follows you with his eyes as you make your way to the group. sakura internally scolds himself for not telling you to wear something on top of your little two piece bikini. don't get him wrong! he thinks you look gorgeous, stunning even! but now he has to restrain himself from going over there and punching the guy who's been undressing you with his eyes the second you greeted the group.

his teeth are clenched, the veins in his neck are popped while he struggles to stay put and not make a scene. sakura knows you don't like it when he starts a fight, that's why he's using up all the patience he has to prevent himself from beating the guy. if it were up to him, he would've started a fight the moment that weirdo started smiling at you like that! who does he think he is? does he really think he stands a chance with someone like you? funny.

sakura doesn't even know what you see in him, but there's absolutely no way he's going to stand by while some sicko is flirting with his girlfriend!

as if on cue, you bump into sakura the moment he started agigatedly stomping your direction. "eh? you miss me already?" a giggle leaves your mouth as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "I didn't know you needed me around so badly!" another silly joke of yours flew right past sakura, his attention still being at your former friend group.

"hey..! what're you looking at?" your head spins to the same direction sakura's looking at before you notice he's glaring at your old friend. after a while the realization hit; your tsundere boyfriend was jealous! ah, lovely, another thing to tease him about!

"baby~ are you jealous I was talking to him?" you laugh, turning his head to face you.

"w-what?! of course not! w-what are you on, you weirdo!" he stumbles backward a bit before gaining his balance again, your arms now detached from his neck. sakura continues to mumble, "he- he should just stop lookin' at you like that.." your raise your eyebrows as you see a blush creeps up on his face.

you bite the inside of your lip, trying your hardest to keep yourself from smiling. "like what haru'? hm?"

"you know what I mean."

you reconnect your hands with his neck, tilting your head to the side. "no~ I don't!"

"[ ♡ ]!" your first name rolls off of his tongue so smoothly, reminding him not everyone can call you that. not everyone could stand as close to you as he is standing right now. not everyone could feel your hot breath on their skin as your fingertips slowly caress their neck. and even if they could, he wouldn't let them. you're his and his only.

"like you're his girlfriend, cause you're not! he should know his damn place.." sakura sighs before hiding his face in the crook of your neck, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist. "y-you're mine. just- just don't forget that.."

you gulp as you stand in the middle of the beach, completely enveloped by your boyfriend, not able to move an inch because of the way he's holding you. you receive glances from passers-by but you don't care enough right now. he called you his, it felt as though you could've squealed when he uttered those 3 words.

but truth be told, you are most definitely his, and his only.

SUO HAYATO

if you squint your eyes -> a bitttt of yandere!suo at the end / nicknames / reader wears dresses !

"but- it looked so cute!" you protest, your eyebrows furrowed as you look at your boyfriend rolling his eyes playfully.

"hey now, I thought i already told you that it definitely carries like atleast 10 diseases," suo glances at you, noticing your lips were still pouted, "look, if you had touched it, you'd probably have ended up in a hospital, we don't want that now, do we pretty?" suo lets out a chuckle.

you slightly shake your head before intertwining your fingers with his.

he lets out a quiet sigh before admitting, "it did look cute, though.." you giggle at your boyfriend's statement, your giggles mixing with his chuckle.

suddenly, you hear a small thud, which makes you swiftly turn your head to the side at the sound of something falling.

"ah! su', gimme a minute, stay here with the bags please!" you let go of his hand as you make your way to the guy who had dropped some boxes. you get down and start helping him put the items back in the boxes. "h-hey, thanks for helping out!" the guy spills out before he continues grabbing his stuff, his hand accidentally touching yours as you both go to grab the water bottle. awkwardly laughing it off, you two finish up refilling the box.

little do you know on the other side of the street suo drops the shopping bags he was holding for you, he doesn't care less what could happen to those pretty pink bags filled with cute dresses you tried on earlier in the shops, which you decided were essential additions to your already filled to the brim closet. if the bags would end up stolen, suo would buy you new ones anyway. so they weren't that important right now.

not when some guy was gushing at his girlfriend. not when that same stranger had touched your hand, which only he was allowed to do. and oh, definitely not when he had the courage to shove his phone in your pretty hands, waiting for you to put your number in.

"[ ♡ ]," suo calls out your name as he reaches you. "we should go, sweetheart, we told the others we'd be at kotoha's in 10," he forces a smile before taking the guy's phone out of your hand and pointing it towards him. "yours?" cold, that was the only way to describe your boyfriend, whose smile had disappeared into thin air, tone.

the guy who you were so innocently helping earlier, started awkwardly thanking the both of you before hastily making his way to his car.

"ah, su'! my bags!" you sprint to the shopping bags on the other side of the street, worriedly checking if all the items were still inside. "everything's still inside?" your boyfriend's smile was showing again.

you nod as he grabs the bags in one hand and locks his other hand with yours. this time with a tighter grip, the last thing he'll allow is for you to stray from him again.

"stay close to me now, alright pretty? don't let go of my hand."

and you could've sworn you saw him clench his jaw before relaxing it and sending you his signature smile again. "love you."

NIREI AKIHIKO

no warnings, just nirei being adorable

how did nirei even get himself into this situation? no, but really, how? it was a perfect day; sunny weather with clouds nowhere in sight, nirei was hanging out with the people he loved being around, his friends, and of course, you! yet somehow, he finds himself in the bookstore, ignoring his friends' stories.

he isn't purposely ignoring them! it's just hard to listen to them when his, his girlfriend is being hit on by the employee.

you were talking him about how badly you wanted to read this book. it was of a psychological genre, and when you explained the story premise to your boyfriend, he got totally spooked by it! but when you two and your friends got to the store, you couldn't find it at all..

you were searching for an employee to help you find it as your earlier attempt with nirei and the others weren't really successful.

but, oh, the regret nirei's feeling right now about letting you go off on your own to find someone to help is absolutely tearing him apart! he doesn't want to seem like the possessive type by waltzing over there and snaking an arm around you, but he can't stand witnessing one more second of that guy flirting with you!

"hmm, what're you gonna do now, huh nirei?" suo teases the blond, elbowing kiryu to witness nirei's predicament.

"hah? you gonna let 'em take your girl, eh nirei?" kiryu chuckles, playfully pushing his shoulder.

nirei shakes his head before sending yet another glare at the employee. he was an older man, way too old to even think about flirting with you. what's worse is that you were completely oblivious to the situation, you probably just thought he was being friendly!

that's it. with that thought flowing in nirei's brain he makes his way to you.

"h-hey! you find the book yet, sweetheart?"

nirei usually sticks to calling you by your name or nickname, occasionally even calling you baby. but never had he called you sweetheart before. so that was what caught your attention.

"yes, darling, I have!" you giggle as you decide to play along this game of his, oblivious to the way your boyfriend's staring at the older man, waiting for him to get the hint and back off.

"well.. I'll be going then.." the employee abruptly leaves, after rolling his eyes at you two.

nirei's knot in his stomach finally seems to loosen as he intertwines his fingers with yours. "glad you found it," your blond boyfriend sends you a cheeky smile.

"thank you, sweetheart!"

"SWEETHEART?!" tsugeura yells out, fake-fainting into kiryu's arms. the pink-haired individual struggling with keeping tsugeura on his feet. "y-yo, you're 'bout to make me trip!"

suo smiles widely, one of his hands on nirei's shoulder. "my, my, haven't you progressed a lot in the past 5 minutes, haven't you? you even got sakura blushing like crazy.."

"hey shut up!" sakura hides his face behind the book he was holding, pretending he was checking it out. mind you, it was upside down..

oh my, nirei is going to be teased about this for the rest of the year. but honestly, he'd do it all again to see your pretty smile again. your laughing mixing in with all the ruckus the guys are making brings another genuine smile to nirei's face.

this was his happy place, right here with you.

(just look at him omg... i-)

KIRYU MITSUKI

nicknames

"ah! mitsuki, look at this top, isn't it adorable?!" completely in love with the clothing piece, you show it to your boyfriend, waiting for his opinion on it.

"mhm, it'd look so pretty on you. and it'd fit with your new shoes!" kiryu adds, slightly wiggling his eyebrows up and down to convince you the top is a must-have! "come on~, tried it on for me."

kiryu locks his hands with yours before pulling you along with him to the dressing rooms.

you hand your boyfriend your handbag and jacket before picking out where you'll try the top on. "I'll be quick, kay?" you tell him, earning a smiley nod from him.

after some time, kiryu sees your hand coming out of the dressing room, signing to him to come in. chuckling, he goes into the small space.

"baby, look how small it is! 's like a baby size.." you mumble, still trying to adjust the top.

the back of your top gets adjusted by kiryu before he shakes his head, "baby-, I'll just go grab another size for you. this size could actually be a baby's size.." you giggle as you nod, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before letting him go look for a different size.

kiryu searches at the original spot, but he doesn't seem to find the other sizes. after a long while of searching and asking the employees, going through 3 floors searching for the top, and then suddenly remembering there's a fourth floor, kiryu finally finds the infamous top.

this piece of fabric better be the best clothing piece ever.

with the top in his, your boyfriend makes his way back to you, eager to see you wearing the right size this time.

he turns the corner to get to the dressing rooms when he hears your voice. you're sitting on the couch, talking to some guy. that isn't a bad thing, it really isn't! what is, though, is the fact that the guy was giving you heavy heart eyes as he grabbed your phone to add his number. like yes, you're pretty, gorgeous, stunning, but you're taken, so no, thank you!

"h-hey.. maybe we should y'know go there togeth-"

"hey, princess, I found your top," kiryu walts over to the sofa, standing in front of the two of you. his smile disappears almost immediately once he shifts his gaze to the man next to you. "and you are?"

you widen your eyes a bit at your boyfriend's sharp tone. "baby-," you mumble

kiryu's fixed stare started to make him feel fiddly as he starts awkwardly laughing. "h-hey man, didn't know she was taken.. was just hitting up a pretty girl, right?" he chuckles before standing up.

"mhm, next time, don't hit on my pretty girl, yeah?"

another awkward laugh flows out of the man's mouth as he leaves the dressing rooms.

"mitsuki-"

"don't even get me started," kiryu hands you the top. he motions for you to try I on before plopping on the couch again, still annoyed at the individual trying to get with his pretty girlfriend.

but all that pent-up annoyance and frustration suddenly goes right out the window when he sees you walking out of the fitting room. wow, you look incredible.

the way the top hugs your figure so elegantly yet somehow still remains a casual vibe, surprises him.

"baby? what do you think?"

"you look so pretty, princess.." kiryu wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you closer to him. "you always do."

kiryu's bank account might be experiencing an existential crisis because of all the items he bought you, but he couldn't care less when he sees you smile like that.

KAJI REN

teenie tiny bit of swearing / reader's wearing a skirt

where is that damn soda of yours?! kaji's been roaming the grocery store, searching for another soda for you because you were all "baby, they're buy 1 get 1 free!". and how could he tell you he wasn't in the mood to go to the back of the store to get it for you when you were puppy-eyeing him.

damn you. (he loves you)

if kusumi were there with him, kaji just knows he'd be poking fun at him, calling him a simp again.

finally, he found the bottled soda! he angrily grabbed it, making his way back to you, who stayed in line, waiting for your turn at the cash register.

kaji moves past families with full carts, jumps over children playing on the ground, and almost knocks over a fabric softener stand.

reaching the line at the register, he hears your laugh and follows it past the others in line to get to you. wait, who were you laughing at? as he stands behind you, you turn around to greet him.

"baby! this is kai, he was telling me all about some trivia about fruits!" you giggle, waiting for ren to greet the man in front of you, who had reached out his hand to him.

your boyfriend only stares at him before the man retrieves his hand, uncomfortably running it through his hair before letting out a forced chuckle.

you smile awkwardly, turning your head a little to kaji's side. "ren. be nice," you warn with a smile still on your face.

"anyway, did you know figs aren't fruits! they're inverted flowers, isn't that crazy?" you start rambling, hoping to dissipate the awkward situation. you were completely amazed at what the stranger told you. unbeknownst to you though, kaji was fuming, he was humming at your rambles whilst scowling at the man in front of you.

you should've seen how the stranger was looking at you before kaji stood next to you! his toothy smile, flirtatious glances, the man even playfully touched your shoulder. but you, of course, being the clueless person you are, thought he was just being friendly!

as you ended your newly learned trivia about fruits, you saw the man grabbing his stuff and hastily walking off.

"y-yeah well, was nice to meet you too.. bye.." the guy turns around, not even sparing you another glance.

kaji rolls his eyes as you too load up your groceries in a bag and start heading out.

"baby, you were so rude!" you state while taking a sip from your soda, and then offering it to him. "the guy was just being nice.."

grabbing the sods, kaji lets out a scoff. unamused with your cluelessness. "the guy was trying to get in your pants," kaji's eyes shot down, only to see you were wearing a skirt. "..uh skirt, whatever, you know what I'm getting at..!"

"ren, you're exaggerating so much it's starting to give me a headache!" you joke, locking your arm with his.

another sigh leaves kaji's mouth. "baby, why else would a guy randomly tell a pretty girl some shitty trivia in a grocery store if not to get close to you?!"

a moment of silence lingers between the two of you before you look back at your boyfriend. "... you think I'm pretty?" you deadpan, holding in your laugh as you see kaji literally breaking.

"I should've let him have you-" as your boyfriend hears your giggles a tiny smile creeps up his face.

"love you too, rennie."

his arm slings around your waist and holds you even tighter to him than usual.

kusumi's right, he definitely is a simp.

[avis-writeshq]

hello 😘 aaron hotchner drabble request!

anything with jealousy and possessiveness but in a natural normal way not a joe goldberg way haha

and also - aaron sees you wearing his hoodie/shirt drabble!

thank you and your work is amazing!

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily a/n: i wrote it and the more i wrote the more i realised that it... really isn't the same at all :( if you want me to redo it, please send me an ask !! thank you lovely <3 wc: 631

“You would think that he would know by now,” Emily hums, her tone disapproving and mostly disappointed as she watches from a distance as Captain Pembroke attempts to chat you up. 

“He’s a captain?” Spencer asks in genuine amazement. 

“For NYPD’s major crime unit,” JJ confirms, her arms crossed over her chest. “He tried to hit on Emily a couple days ago, and on Amy from the fourth floor. I wouldn’t be surprised it he has some sort of sealed file on him.”

Emily scoffs a little, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a charmer.”

“The bigger question is, does Hotch know?” Derek pipes up as he glances in your direction.

“Well…” JJ lets out a nervous laugh. “I kind of hope he doesn’t.”

You offer a curt smile in Pembroke’s direction, doing everything in your power to subtly signal that you really should be leaving. Fiddling with the loose threads of your shirt, averting eye contact, taking tiny steps away in hopes that he’ll somehow get the message. It isn’t surprising that he doesn’t. 

“I beat my PR yesterday, you know,” he brags, flexing his muscles. You think you’re about to throw up as he continues, “129. Impressive, right, hun?”

“The average amount of pounds an untrained man can lift is 135,” you respond dismissively in an attempt to lean into Spencer’s way of getting people to leave him alone, but Pembroke doesn’t seem to hear you. 

“You know, sweets, I don’t think you should even be in this job. You’re far too foxy,” he says with a wink, “You’d be better in a different job. I mean, women aren’t fit for these types of roles. They get too emotional.”

You refrain from punching his face as it will only prove his point. “Listen, Ken–”

“It’s Keith–”

“Kyle,” you amend with a sickly smile. “I do need to get these files to Agent Rossi, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Aw, come on, it was only a joke,” Pembroke says with a laugh. “It’ll be fine–”

“There you are.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life. Aaron’s hand rests flat against your back, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt and he stands behind you. Aaron is a good couple of inches taller than Pembroke, especially when he stands at his full height, his dark eyed narrowed and his jaw clenched. 

“Did you need something from my agent, Captain?” He asks lowly. 

“Just pleasant conversation,” Pembroke responds dismissively.

Aaron raises an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from your uncomfortable frown to the captain’s smug face. “We have three missing women and you are disturbing an investigation by disrupting my agents. I suggest you get your act together before I report you to your superiors for harassment.”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, guiding you by the small of your back towards his makeshift office in the New York Police Office. He doesn’t say a word until the door is firmly closed and the blinds are drawn. 

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, taking a step towards you and curling his fingers by your cheekbone. “I heard what he said. Do you want me to report it?”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” You don’t mean to sound so honest when you say it and his frown deepens.

“That’s not okay, honey.” Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll report it. You know how it is with cases like these; someone just has to put the first step forward.”

You smile at that, poking at his cheeks. “I thought you were going to hit him.”

“I thought you would’ve beat me to it,” he admits through a quiet laugh, giving you a proper kiss. “We shouldn’t make this into a habit.”

“Tell that to Kimberly.”

“That isn’t even close.”

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[juyeoz]

RED AND GOLD — LEE HEESEUNG

SYNOPSIS — decelis was holding their annual masquerade ball and you finally decided to attend. however, who would’ve known that struggling to find your friends would help you find gold?

PAIRING — rival!heeseung x fem!reader

CONTAINS — fluff and slight angst (ending wise), rivals to rivals ??, was supposed to be for halloween…!, kind of rushed as well (fighting writers block rn), and not proofread.

WORDCOUNT — 1379 words

October 31st was Halloween and the day your school hosted their annual masquerade ball at Ju’s Banquet Hall. 

To be honest, this year was your first time attending. You never had time for things like this in the past, but since it was your final year of school, you managed to find some (and with the help of your friends pushing). 

The music from outside the banquet was loud. There was no chance to miss it either. 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile while exiting your mother’s car. 

“Have fun! By the way, you look amazing.” She said as your smile grew bigger.

“Let me take a picture!” 

“Absolutely not—Stay in the car, where are you going?!” You panicked. Your mother was quite the embarrassment when it came to stuff like this.

“Oh, come on! It’s your first year. Let me mark the memory.” She frowned while holding the release button of her seatbelt.

“I’ll send you some, I promise.” You reassured her as she raised a brow.

“100%?”

“Yes, 100%.” 

She smiled at your words and waved goodbye as you took that as an opportunity to leave as well.

Your right hand held onto your belongings, including the dark red mask you were planning to wear while the other pinched at your dress. It was long. You couldn’t risk falling in front of so many people, especially not in your first year of attending.

As you walked up the steps, your phone began to ring. You couldn’t see the contact name but the red and green phone buttons were in your view.

Hopefully it was your friend Eunchae.

“Hello?” You said after swiping right.

“Hey, (Name)! Where are you? Are you here yet?” Eunchae said on the other line.

“Yeah, uh, I’m about to enter the hall.” You replied while squinting at the sign above. You could barely see it.

“Okay, we are at the drinks table. They have fruit punch!” She cheered. She loved fruit punch, it was her favourite drink.

You smiled at her childish tone and told her you were on your way. Once the call ended, you slipped on your mask and walked through the doors of the hall in search of the drinks table Eunchae boasted about.

There were too many people everywhere. You were cramped. It would’ve been better if she told you the colour dress she wore, but she didn’t.

Your brows furrowed as you took out your phone to call Eunchae once more. There was no way you could find her and the drinks table in such a big place.

You unlocked your phone and called her contact, then placed your phone against your ear as it dialed.

And dialed… Then beeped. 

There was no answer. 

Honestly, if you knew this would happen, you would have stayed home. You could’ve been studying during this hour. Studying hard enough to beat your so-called rival, Lee Heeseung, on the next Functions test.

“Great.” You mumbled followed by a sigh of disappointment. You began walking around, hoping she would appear somewhere and soon. Part of you was ready to call your mom back and ask her to drive you home. 

It hadn’t even been 5 minutes yet. 

All of a sudden an arm bumped yours, causing you to stumble due to your heels and land in the embrace of another being. 

A possible stranger and fellow schoolmate.

“Are you okay?” They asked. Their voice sounded quite alarmed. 

“I’m completely sorry, that was my fault.” You replied while regaining your composure.

“Nah, it’s fine. But are you okay? He kind of bumped into you harshly.” 

All you could see were his eyes and lips, and yet, you were able to tell how sincere and worried he sounded. It was almost as if he was the one who got hurt. 

It was funny.

He stared at you in confusion as you began to laugh. He would be lying if he said it didn’t sound pleasing.

“What’s funny?” He asked, clueless. 

“Nothing, nothing. I’m okay, don’t worry.” You replied once you calmed down, a smile still present on your face.

“So, are you here with anyone tonight?” You questioned in an attempt to change the topic.

“Kind of and kind of not?” 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m here with my friends, but I can’t find them. This place is too big.”

“No way, same! They said they were at the drink table as if I’d know where that was.” 

He laughed at your words. 

“Do you want to keep each other company then?” He asked and you nodded. He seemed nice and not creepy.

It was probably the best temporary choice you had.

You two began walking side by side through the crowds of people in an attempt to find a quieter and less crowded place. 

“What should we do?” You asked as he looked at you in disbelief. Due to the silence, you looked over at him only to be met with his shocked expression.

“What?” You asked again.

“Is this your first year here?” You nodded at his words, explaining how it was your first time as a senior all together.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed your wrist and guided you both out of the crowded hall. You had no clue where he was taking you. Maybe he wasn’t trustworthy after all.

Was this how you were going to die? 

All your thoughts clouded your mind, distracting you from the sudden change of scenery.

“Look,” he said and released your wrist in the process. 

You were brought back to reality as you looked around, noticing the many fairy lights and flower filled walkway. 

“Pretty, right?” 

“Very.” You said while walking ahead of him as he smiled.

“I’m guessing you’ve been here often.” You said and brushed your fingertips against the petals of the flowers.

“Not at all, it’s my first year too, but this is where my friends and I met up.” You paused at his words and turned around on your pivot foot.

“And you were shocked at me saying this was my first year? You have no room to talk.”

You narrowed your eyes as he chuckled, muttering playful apologies.

“At least I got to show you this place, right?” 

You remained silent. He wasn’t wrong. Without him, you wouldn’t have found out about this place anyways.

“Oh, by the way, I didn’t catch your name—”

“Can’t. Rules are rules.” He said, interrupting your incomplete sentence.

“Ah, right. I forgot.” You mumbled. That was a pretty stupid sentence anyway. What was the point of a masquerade ball if you were going to reveal each other’s identities?

“If anything, I’m sure we would run into each other tomorrow at school?” He questioned, part of him hoping you two would. You seemed sweet and were dressed beautifully. 

“Of course, I’ll remember you as…”

You analyzed his outfit; he was dressed in a white and gold tuxedo and wore a black masquerade mask which only left his eyes and lips uncovered. 

“As Gold? It’s pretty basic, but that’s the best I’ve got.” You said, quite embarrassed.

“It’s alright, I could remember you as Red as well.” He smiled. 

To you, he was something you never met before.

However, for him, he knew who you were. You were his rival and he was Lee Heeseung. 

To him this was funny, you two were arguing over your assignments at least 5 hours before tonight. 

Now, his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and your laughter. There had to be something in the air, but he couldn’t bring himself to get away from you. It was his first time seeing you dressed up so formally. It was different from the school uniforms and atmosphere. 

See, he knew if you were to find out about him being ‘Gold’ you would be quite disgusted. Or at least that was what he thought. So, to keep the night alive, he kept it a secret. 

Even the next day he didn’t mention anything. To you, he would always be the boy you wanted to win against, and unfortunately, he was okay with that.

Although Red and Gold went well together, that didn’t mean you two did as well.

© JUYEOZ

ENHYPEN PERM TAGLIST — @miumura @macapunoz @kxppachu

[maineventbts]

The Boy Is Mine

pairing: jey uso x oc

word count: 2.1k

warnings: cursing , some innuendoes at the end , that’s pretty much it.

note: i haven’t written anything in a while , im just testing the waters. pls be kind <3

It was Monday, meaning you were walking into the arena for tonight's show. Typically, you enjoyed coming to work; you had the best job in the world. However, this was the last place you wanted to be today. Your silver suitcase was rolling behind you as your best friend power walked to keep up with your quick strides. Your goal was to reach your destination as quickly as possible, avoiding as much contact as you could. You greeted some staff and fellow coworkers before rushing into the female locker room. Holding the door open for your friend, as she gives you a side eye on her way into the room. "What is wrong with you? You need to slow the fuck down," Nia said with her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.

You refused to tell her the reason for your speed walking into the arena. In your mind, the reasoning made you sound like a high schooler, and you were grown as hell. You and your longtime friend, who happens to be Nia's cousin, were going through a rough patch. You and Josh were not just typical friends; you were practically in love with each other. You couldn't get enough of each other from the day you first met. Sitting together in catering, riding to shows together, even having him hold your purse sometimes. You two even shared many steamy moments in private. No one ever questioned your closeness until a new person was added to the mix. Newer talent, Nikita, the Bane of your existence. Because you and Josh were not an official item, he was fair game for anyone. However, you were ready to go to bat for that man, like he put a ring on your finger.

"Hello? Girl, you almost killed me; this better not be about Josh again." Nia shakes your shoulders, pulling you from your daze. You playfully smack her hands off of your body, "my bad, I'm just a little tired today." Not believing your excuse, Nia opens her mouth, preparing to remind you of your busy day. "And I know we have a tag match tonight, I'll be focused," you beat her to the punch.

After setting up your space in the locker room, you and some of the other women head to catering. You've only had a matcha latte today, and if you didn't eat anything soon, your body would give up. Thankfully, there is always a diverse spread of delicious food, so you never have to worry about going hungry. You grab a Gatorade and pack your plate with three tacos and rice. As soon as you sit down with Nia and Naomi, you notice Naomi's continuous glances at you. "Yes, Naomi," you say, already knowing what was about to come next.

"Why are you ignoring that man," referring to her brother-in-law, Josh. Unsurprisingly, he told his twin brother Jon, who definitely told Trinity. You poke at the food on your plate before looking up at the girls, "I'm not ignoring hi-," Trinity put her hand up, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit you were about to spew. "I literally watch you speed walk past him at every show. And he won't stop calling me and Jon to see what's wrong with you." It was obvious that Trinity wanted to help you both, but you wanted to avoid being lectured by your friends. "He out here entertaining other bitches, what am I supposed to do," your words came out in a whisper in an attempt to keep your fellow workers out of your business.

You’ve been talking about Josh too much because he comes around the corner like Beetlejuice. In an instant, your head is down, and you begin eating your food, praying that he'll ignore you. His eyes are on you instantly, but to your surprise, he doesn't approach you. Instead, he sits down with Xavier and Kofi, at the table beside you. Your back was toward him, but Nia's constant looks in his direction weren't helping your paranoia. "Stop looking over there," you mouth to her, causing her to look down at her plate.

Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, Bane arrives here to ruin your day. "What up Nikita," you hear Xavier greet the girl, who takes a seat at their table. Your jaw tightens, and your grip on your fork is deadly. Her presence makes you want to flip every table in the room and slap the taste out of her mouth. "I'm liking the little blue in the back, Josh; did you just dye it?" just the sound of her voice raises your body temperature. Smoke is practically barreling out of your ears as you try to remain calm. His hair color is none of her business, and why didn't he tell you about it? Your mind is racing so fast that you don't notice Trinity and Nia's concerned facial expressions. If you didn't leave this table now, Nikita would be laid out on it. Gathering your trash and personal items, you get up from the table and get away from catering as quick as possible. Little did you know, Joshua was staring at you the entire time with puppy dog eyes, praying that you'd look his way.

Back in the locker room, you begin to prep for your match. Earbuds snug in your ears as you riffle through your suitcase, trying to find the best gear to wear. After a swift search, you pull out one of your strategically distressed t-shirts, trunks, and kickpads. You change in one of the stalls and throw on your black boots. "You want to look like me so bad," Nia lets out a laugh as you both come out of the stalls wearing the same colors. The show had already started, and it was time for you two to get in the makeup chair.

"Do you want to go with a neutral type of look tonight," Melinda, one of the makeup artist, always asked what you wanted before she worked her magic. You went with the neutrals, and so did Nia. You and the girls are enjoying small talk as she puts the finishing touches on your face. "Y/N," your body instantly tensed up, and you refused to look away from the girl in front of you. Nia instantly looked away and continued to chat with the other girls. "Girl, i know you did not," you mutter, shocked that she'd leave you to deal with this alone.

"Yes, Josh," you fight the urge to face him, trying to stay strong. If you looked that man in the eyes, you just might let everything go and fold. "Can we go somewhere and talk," he moves to stand before you, not allowing you to avoid him any longer. "I'm getting my makeup done," you quickly respond, hoping to excuse yourself from the situation. "Actually, you're all done now," Melinda pats your shoulder as she ushers you to get out of the chair. Your eyes widen as you've just been thrown to a wolf by your favorite makeup artist. You thank the woman, realizing that you can't hide anymore. "Come on," you tilt your head towards the far end of the hall, which happens to be empty.

"Why you ignoring me," Joshua jumps straight to the point, looking down on you. His body looks tense as he folds his hands in front of him. It was beyond evident that he was just as nervous as you were, if not more. "We been friends for years, you know you my girl," you could hear the hurt in his voice, and it completely shattered your heart. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt Josh, but you were hurting too. "If I'm your girl, why are you flirting with other bitches? It's supposed to be me and you, Joshua; this is not a group thing." You could hardly hold eye contact with him anymore; his eyes looked angry and apologetic, while you looked like you were about to burst into tears.

He cupped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "Ain't nobody flirting with nobody. She just follows me and the guys around sometimes, you need to stop trippin-"you smack his hand away from your face. How dare he accuse you of being dramatic. "I need to stop trippin? You won't even let Dolph sit next to me anymore. Anybody gets friendly with me, and you get upset, but I can't be mad at you for getting fresh with someone that ain't me," no longer were you scared to look at him; you were practically fuming. Head cocked to the side with your arms crossed over your chest, "you're so fucking backwards, Josh. If you wanna flirt with other people, if you want to fuck with other people, go ahead!" The two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what even happened. He clenched his jaw, as you tried your best to hold back the flood that was ready to fall from your eyes.

"Fuck you, Josh. I'm so fucking done with you," you turn away from him, not wanting to waste any more of your time on someone who wasn't truly committed to you. Head hanging low as you speed past everyone in the hall. Joshua watches you walk away from him, knowing that you need some time to cool off. Though you might not understand now, he loves you more than anything else in this world, and he wouldn't let you walk out of his life that easily.

The rest of your evening was bearable. You won your tag match with Nia but had to go up against the one person you wanted to strangle. Luckily for you, Josh was nowhere to be found; now it was time to get the hell out of there before he magically appeared again. You and Nia were outside, waiting for Saraya to bring the car around. Sitting on your suitcase with your earbuds in, this was the most peace you had gotten all day.

As Saraya pulls up in front of you, a hand drapes over your shoulder. You recognized that soft yet heavy hand anywhere. "What do you want Josh," your words come out very monotonous as you pull the earbuds from your ears. "You riding with me tonight," his words sounding more like a statement than a question. You shrug his hand off of your shoulder before rising from your seat. "No, I'm going with the girls to-” before you could finish your sentence, Joshua is holding your suitcase along with his, "you gon' stop running from me. You know just how much I love you, even though we haven't made anything official, I've made it more than clear that you my number one." Before you can get a word out, he continues, "I shouldn't have let her get that close to me; that's my fault entirely. But never once did I feed into her advances or little flirtatious behavior. I'm not checking for anybody that's not you, ma," with every word he says, you feel your face get hotter. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but you didn’t think that he’d profess his love for you outside the arena.

"I know we ain't made nothing official or anything, but I wanna change that. I don't want no one thinking they got a chance with you, and I know you don't want that either." Joshua advances towards you, letting go of the suitcase handles. Hands slowly wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his body, "be my girl, officially." You couldn’t resist it anymore, the last thing you wanted was to keep fighting with Josh. Your hand comes up to the back of his head, strands of his blue hair through your fingers, "I'd like that very much," your words come out softly as you feel your face burning. His eyes were scanning all over your body like this was the first time he’s ever seen you. You couldn’t lie, you did get some new braids in and did your makeup a bit different lately, hoping he would notice. He wasn’t the only one staring, you found yourself drooling over his tattooed arms and the shine from his grill. It’s been a minute since y’all got together and you needed him now.

"Kiss her! Be a man," you hear Saraya and Nia yelling from the car, you completely forgot that they were waiting on you. Leaning down, Joshua carefully places his lips against yours. Wasting no time, you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your nails are softly combing through his hair as his hands start to roam your body. You hear squeals in the background before slowly pulling away from his lips. Gloss slightly smudged on your face and on his lips. Your mouth curves into a smile before you turn your attention to your friends. "I'll see y'all in the next town," you raise your middle finger at the pair before gathering your items to leave with your new man.

"You gon' apologize for ignoring me all this time," he looks over at you, licking his lips as you help him load up the rental. Already knowing what kind of apology he wanted, you shake your head, "nah, I've been under so much emotional stress lately. I think you owe me an apology, maybe even two," you giggle as he closes the trunk. "I’ma give you whatever you want baby," he says, hand smacking your ass before you walk over to the passenger door.

[kinnbig]

hi hello i’m Obsessed with your posts about who of the kinnporsche men are the most pathetic and horny (the way you logically analyse it is sending me) and i was wondering if you had any thoughts about who is the worst at flirting? :))

hi hello! thank you ah they are a lot of fun to make! and omg. okay. so i have excluded porsche and chay from this because those brothers both have game (even if it's kinda weird game)! this time, points are awarded for good (or... not awful) flirting and deducted for Bad flirting, so the worst flirt is the one with the least amount of points. science.

Kinn's guide to flirting:

make intense eye contact in the mirror as you dress him in a fancy suit +1 

talk about his dead parents and committing his first murder before you kiss him for the first time -2

ask him if he’d like you if he was a girl -1 

smash, then insist he’s not special and have your bodyguards punish him -3 

imply that he has a small dick when you’re handcuffed together in the wilderness -1

tell him to leave… maybe because he’d sacrifice a hand for you. maybe because you crossed his line. maybe- maybe because you like it when he’s happy. +3

make so, so many gun/dick puns -1

reminisce with your ex in front of him -1

lock him up in a dungeon for real -3

take him on a helicopter ride for his birthday +2

suggest he give up smoking and should put your dick in his mouth instead of cigarettes -1

total: -7

Vegas' guide to flirting:

light his cigarette for him +1

suggest he comes and works for you after roasting your cousin over noodles +1  2a. get hit in the head by a tray -2

bring him a limp rose in a hospital room (get rejected) -2

buy him a sick motorbike +2

offer him a job, then try and kiss him in your bathroom (get rejected again) -2

dip your wet clothed leggies in a pool, and tell him to be nice if he ever has to kill you -1

...tie him up in a warehouse, threaten to kill him so many times, be in cahoots with the guy that kidnapped his brother -3

Vegas' guide to flirting (take 2):

‘accidentally’ give him your monster condom for your magnum dong +1

tie him up in your basement -2 

electrocute his balls -3 

threaten his grandma -2 

beat him with a belt, make him eat off the floor, call him your pet -2 

…cry about your daddy issues -2

bond over your mutual daddy issues -1  

have a funeral for your pet hedgehog together -1

eat his ass +5 

tell him he’s sexy +2

ask him to shoot you -2

tell him he’s not your pet any more +2  12a. …in front of your little brother -1

total: -12

Kim's guide to flirting:

lie about your motivations for getting to know him -2

give him a guitar as a gift +2

ask him to write you a love song +2

give him a lil kiss on the cheek +1

when he tells you he loves you, tell him you’re hungry -1

…ghost him -2

leave him crying on the ground -1

stalk him to a club, punch his friends, and tell him not to do drugs -1

leave him dead bodies as gifts -2

plagiarise his own song to try and win him back -1

total: -5

.....it's vegas. obviously.

more very scientific kinnporsche research

[justagirlwhowritess]

Song: Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan (this man's album has my HEART). Lyrics in Bold

Pairing: Dabi x Fem! Reader (flashbacks in italics) (y/h/n = your hero name)

Genre: Angsty

Warning: Toxic Relationship, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, season 6 spoiler.

I'm remembering I promised to forget you now

But it's raining, and I'm calling drunk

And my medicine is drowning your perspective out

So I ain't taking any fault

Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?

I doubt it, forget about it, whatever

It's all the same, anyways

Dabi’s POV:

“I can’t do this anymore Touya!” she cried covering her hands with her face. I hate seeing her cry. “What do you mean?” The words caught her by surprise. She laughed. “I’m done. Get your shit, get out and forget about me. I can’t deal with you anymore.” her words burned. I felt the fire bubble through my chest, taking a breath as my hand started to ignite. “I will forget you. That’s a fucking promise, doll.” I spat storming out of the apartment we once shared. 

Fuck I was drunk. Sitting in the dark alleyway, fumbling between the bottle and the phone that was shattered. Thoughts from years ago plagued my thoughts. I hadn’t forgotten about her. How could I? I dialed the number I had memorized many years ago. She has had over a decade to change it, to move on. “Hello?” Her sweet voice came through the speaker. She didn’t know the number. Being a villain has its perks I guess. “I miss you.” I slurred into the phone. She groaned. “This, again?” I couldn't see her but I can tell that she is pinching the bridge of her nose. “You don’t miss me. You’re drunk Toyua.” She hung up. This isn’t my fault. She kicked me out. It wasn’t the first time. Wouldn’t be the last. I dialed the number once more. It went to voicemail. I drunkenly tried to collect my thoughts. “Y/n please answer the phone. Do you still think I'm honest? Half the man I was when we were growing up? Please pick up.” I finished the bottle and struggled to open the other, shoving the phone into my pocket. I’m not letting this go. I’m not forgetting her.

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car 

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

“Touya, leave him alone, he didn’t do anything!” She was trying to stop me from beating the shit out of her prom date. I had dumped her about a month ago and she dared to take someone else. He got handsy and I couldn’t control myself. She looked like she needed saving. “No. You asked him to stop. He didn’t.” I spat, throwing another punch. Wouldn’t be the first time I've thrown a punch for this girl and it wouldn’t be the last. “Touya please, that's enough. I’ll go with you, just please let’s get out of here.” She pleaded. I took her hand in mine, the mascara was running down her face. I ruined her night, I can tell, but she would never admit it.

Looking back I probably could have controlled myself better, considering I hardly know her anymore. I stood, stumbling and made my way down the street to her apartment, or the league, whichever was close. “Stop” A booming voice called. Cops fuck. I tried to get away, feeling more drunk than I had just a moment ago. I ended up in the backseat of the car. “Hey, shithead, don't I get a phone call?” I cursed. He grunted but obliged anyway. “Who do you wanna call, asshole?” he spat. “Y/h/n” I mumbled, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “You want me to call a pro hero to come pick your drunken, villain ass up?” He asked. I nodded shuffling to get my phone out of my pocket to give him the number. “She’s my emergency contact. She always will be.” I huffed. He put the phone on speaker, it rang and rang. “Hello?” the voice gumbled tiredly. I must have woken her up. “Y/n. I need you to come get me, I got locked up. Please.” I hiccuped, the car starting to spin. “Fuck you, Dabi. I hope you fucking rot.” She spat and hung up. “Damn dude, that’s cold. What did you do to her?” The cop laughed. I shook my head. “Too much..Let me call her again.” I spat once we reached the station. The cop begrudgingly agreed. The phone rang and rang. She wasn’t picking up this time.

I'm untethering from the parts of me you'd recognize

From charming to alarming in seconds

I'll be bedridden, and I'll let the pain metastasize

But that's morning, I'll forget it

And the dial tone is all I have

“It’s like I don’t even recognize you anymore!” She pleaded with me as I had gotten locked up again. She came to pick me up without complaint again and again. “Doll, do we have to do this now?” I grunted. “Yes. We do.” She was curt, shoving me into the passenger seat, I drunkenly stumbled but sat anyway, feeling the hangover start to settle in. “Doll, I can’t even see straight.” I hiccuped. She rolled her eyes. “You always do this. I tried to ignore it but I can’t anymore. It’s becoming alarming.” Her tone softened, rubbing the back of my burned hand with her soft thumb. She sighed. “We have to talk about it eventually, Touya.” her words lingered in the air, only to be forgotten in the morning.

The dial tone is all I get of her now. I miss her screaming at me to be a better person. 

I'd die for you

I beg you, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith I'll praise the flag

Let's wait I swear she'll call me back

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

Fuck that, sir just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith I'll kiss the badge

Let's wait I swear she'll call me back

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

“Give me one more call. I don’t want to sit in this fucking cell all night.” I spat in an almost pleading tone. I would change it all for her. “We need your blood alcohol to come down before we release you, but we can’t check because you threaten to burn us alive if we get close.” The cop’s attitude had returned. “Let me call her, I will let you have my blood alcohol. I'll even sit in the cell with the rest of these idiots. Just let me call her one more time.” I sounded fucking pathetic, but I knew I could ware her down. She would crumble and come and get me, like she used to. The alcohol has my head swirling but I know I can convince her to come get me, she still loves me, she’s loved me forever. I love her. The cop sighs and hands me my phone. Drunkenly I dial her number for the 5th or 6th time tonight. No answer. I sighed holding the phone to my chest. She will call back. “Son, are you going to hurt yourself?” The cop asked, I felt my burnt tear ducts try to do something. Let’s not cry blood right now. “No. Don’t be fucking stupid. She’s gonna call me back.” The cop rolled his eyes. “Give me the phone. Why do you do this to yourself?” I shook my head, refusing orders, adding that to the charge list with being drunk and disorderly. “She will call me back.” I said with more confidence. Thankfully, she didn’t make me out to be a liar. “Y/n” I picked up on the second ring. “What police station are you at?” She demanded. I smirked, I knew I would get her to crumble. She always has. I gave her the location. “Give me 10 minutes.” She hung up before I could respond. 

The 10 minutes were achingly slow, until she appeared, disheveled, hair a mess, in pajamas, last night's makeup hadn’t been washed off her face, she had been crying, over me, again. She looked beautiful. “Is he free to go, officer?” She asked curtly. The cop looked shocked. “Uh yeah, just keep him inside the rest of the evening.” He unlocked the cell. I was more sober now than when I had gotten here just hours ago. “Get in the fucking car, Dabi.” “Yes ma’am.” I replied, moving past her outside of the station. I got in the car and she just stared at me. “I love you y/n” I whispered, cupping her cheek. “I love you Touya.”

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you

[theselfshippingwitch]

JanAUary - Video Rental Store AU

(Divider by @saradika-graphics)

Ship: Ray x Violet Word count: 1170 Summary: Aspiring horror writer Violet's boring night at her job in the video store gets more lively when an intriguing stranger comes in looking for an obscure tape Rating: General Audiences Notes: For JanAUary run by @bioexorcizm and @eternally-smitten. Thanks for the prompt guys! also both of the movies mentioned in this fic are real look it up

(Banner by @benkeibear)

As far as jobs you take to keep a roof over your head while living in New York City and establishing a writing career go, this one wasn’t so bad. Violet sighed as she sat behind the counter of the video rental store. It was a slow night. Most nights were slow nights. This wasn’t exactly a popular spot, far from a Blockbuster, just a regular mom-and-pop video store, the kind of place you don’t even need a uniform to work at, just a handwritten name tag on your Invisible Man T-shirt you’re wearing with your old jeans and converse sneakers. Violet would fall asleep if she could. She cleaned the shelves and organized and reorganized the tapes. Nothing to do now but wait for customers that weren’t coming.

The door opened beside her. A customer! He smiled as he made eye contact with her. “Hi, there!” He said. It was always awkward when the customer was more sociable than Violet. She still had trouble greeting people as they came in the door. “Hello!” She smiled. He’s cute, she can’t help but notice. Pretty red hair and brown eyes. One of those sweet faces that makes a person look affable right away. Violet watches him as he weaves in and out of the shelves, looking for something and apparently not finding it. He went to the horror section first, she noted. Her favorite. What was he looking for? She thought if she offered her help she could find out. Just as she made up her mind on what to say, he beat her to the punch again.

“Hi again! Do you happen to have a copy of Fiend Without A Face?”

Violet smiled. “Fiend Without A Face?”

“Yeah, it’s this old horror movie from the 50s…” He began to blush and he attempted to explain himself.

“No, I know that movie! It’s one of my favorites!” She couldn’t believe it. He was looking for something so obscure even this tiny little independent video store wouldn’t have it. 

The way he smiled when she said she knew it, the fondness in his eyes, she could have cried. “Really? Mine too! The creature design in that movie is unbelievable!”

“I know! And the stop motion is pretty amazing. It makes me wish the monsters weren’t invisible for most of the movie.”

“Yeah! I’m such a big fan of stop motion, It’s part of the reason why I love these movies from the 50s. Everything is practical, it’s so fascinating to learn how they accomplished everything with not very much. I mean, the stop motion in Fiend is no Ray Harryhausen, but it’s still pretty fantastic!”

“Definitely! I love a good stop motion monster. Most of the other movies from the era just have guys in costume. This movie and The Monster Who Challenged The World are the only two I’ve seen that use stop motion for their monsters.”

“Oh my gosh, The Monster Who Challenged The World! That’s another one of my favorites!”

“Mine too!” 

God, this man was easy to talk to, Violet thought. She couldn’t remember a time she felt so at ease talking to another person, and a stranger, no less. A handsome stranger. A stranger who just got more attractive the more she looked at him.

“So, I take it you don’t have it here?”

“Well, we don’t have it, but I do. I recorded it to VHS when it was playing on TV at 3am once. I keep it in the break room as part of my personal collection for when I can sneak away from the counter.” She leaned in closer, like she was telling a secret someone else besides the only two people in an otherwise empty store could overhear. “Want to see?”

He nodded eagerly. She flipped open the counter for him and he walked behind it. He followed her into the break room, where multiple piles of tapes with handwritten labels were stacked. “These are all yours?” he asked.

“This is the only place where I have time to watch them anymore. When I’m not at this job, I’m writing.” She found the tape she was looking for and popped it in to the player.

“What are you writing?”

“A ghost story.”

“Cool!”

After one or two commercials, the movie began. “Wow, this tape is great!”

"I didn't know how to get the commercials off the tape..." Violet began, apologetically.

"Yeah, but that's alright. It's still really good!"

“Do you wanna borrow it?”

“Really? You would let me do that?”

“Sure!”

“Wow! I promise I’ll bring it right back here. Gee, I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.”

Violet looked at him, still enthralled by the tape, this child-like enthusiasm and energy she just couldn’t get enough of. He was so easy to talk to. She felt like she could say anything. She felt like a different person, someone better than what she normally was. She didn;t have to think ahead, she didn’t have to hesitate. Just say how you feel. “You could invite me to watch it with you.” 

The glowing smile left his face, replaced by an expression of surprise as his face turned red. His eyes met hers, and the smile that came next was different. Shy. Small. “I…O-okay! Yeah, I would like that!” He stuttered as he said it, and for a second Violet panicked, like maybe he felt like she just put him into an awkward situation he couldn’t see a way out of. But then he continued. “But, I was gonna show it to my friends! So, they would be there, too. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Violet said.

“But, maybe you and I could grab dinner sometime! Just us. So we can talk 50s B-movies some more?” He asked, timidly. The switch from such high energy to quiet, unsure shyness was so endearing to Violet, she couldn’t help but feel flattered by his nervousness. 

Now Violet was grinning. ‘Sure!” She realized she had no idea what his name was, and since he wasn’t about to buy anything, she wouldn’t find out through the name on his card. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I should’ve introduced myself earlier. I’m Ray.”

“Ray.” She repeated. “Hang on a second.” She went back to the counter and pulled out some receipt paper from the cash register. She wrote down her name and number. “Give me a call any time you wanna talk horror movies.” She popped the tape out of the player and handed it to him, along with the receipt paper. 

“I will!” He practically stumbled out from behind the counter, not taking his eyes off of her. “I’ll see you soon, Violet!”

“Bye, Ray!” She waved, still blushing as he looked at her through the window as he walked down the sidewalk. “Ray…” she repeated softly to herself in the empty store. It seemed quieter than ever now that he was gone. The thought she had to hold on to, in order to get through her shift, was the last words he said to her. They would see each other again, soon.

[lagncx]

ch:3 down by the river(???)

I do want to say that you are of the taller side than astarion body type 4 fr lmao also I’m sorry if someone doesn’t like it! Tw: abuse!!! Torture!!!

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  You groaned, your eyes opening and vision blurry. It took you a while to see the figure in front of you. It was some guy who had one eye, but the other was fake, you cursed under your breath, and you got caught. “Did you rest well?” The man asked, sharpening a dagger not even looking at you. “I mean other than the back pain from that horned bitch that tied me to this tree I slept like a babe.” You laughed looking around your eyes, stopping seeing Astarion lying on a bedroll in a trance you frowned and rolled your eyes looking at the torches “Hm, you enchanted the torches with sunlight? Smart.” You looked back at the man “Let’s start with greetings, my name is Wyll.” You yawned “Y/n…” 

  “I know…” you raised a brow, looking at Tav who approached you and Wyll they  untied you “Don’t try anything or I’ll take a sword to your heart.” You cracked your neck sighing in relief “Right. What do you want?” Tav grabbed your arm leading you to the campfire where The wizard was “Hello, I'm Gale and it’s nice to meet you, your friends? Not so much. But I asked Tav to bring you over so we can take care of…that.” He pointed at your face, you raised a brow. “When I blasted you, you fell face-first into a rock and it got you good.” Tav explained, “I don’t want your help.” You pulled your arm away “I’m not asking.” Gale frowned.

   “Oh, and I’m just supposed to let you put that gooey shit in my eye?” You laughed and Gale just chuckled “I can make you.” You scoffed “You can’t make me do-“You felt yourself struggling to talk your chest though empty was hurting your throat tightening. You fell on the ground curling up and gasping. “Gale what in the hell’s are you doing?!” You heard the voice of Astarion yell as he came to your side “That’s not me!” Gale responded, trying to cast lesser restoration on you but it had no effect. Astarions hand grabbed your face and you pulled away struggling “Don’t!…t-Touch me!” You couldn’t feel your body and you tried to bite him but he just grabbed your chin pulling you “Look at me!” You turned to him looking at his face, your eyes big, he started to breathe, directing you “Breathe with me.” You wanted to fight him to punch him and behind him was a River. Why not just push him in there and drown him? “Y/n..” He pulled you back into your senses “Breathe and tell us what’s wrong” You opened your mouth but someone beat you to speaking.

 “You're taking your sweet time birdie. Bring Astarion home. Or I’ll have your heart as my next meal.” Cazador invaded your mind, you were taking too long. So long he decided to pull your heart from wherever he locked it away just to pinch it with his fingers. Little fucker. You grabbed Astarions wrist pushing it away. “I’m fine.” You said standing, and making eye contact with Tav they looked saddened but stayed silent. You walked off wanting to be alone but Gale had pulled you with him so he could dress your face wound.

—— 

You were Obeying Gales orders to sit and relax. You had a hand on your chest, you or him? Everyone for themselves this was not the time to show mercy. If it was you and before it Was you Astarion would not show you any mercy he would’ve hunted you proudly. “You. Come with me.” You looked up and it was Tav they had a bottle of wine with them walking towards the water you followed “So who was that in your mind?” You looked at Tav “How do you…it was Cazador. It's the same vampire master that used your companion, Astarion. That abused him. Tortured him I’m Sure! He told you all about HIS struggles!” You laughed “He did, but I want to hear yours.” You went silent, why do they even care? “And if it’s a long list. I have all the time in the world.” Tav sat down patting a spot next to them. You stayed standing. “go on help me understand.” Tav looked up at you and you sighed thinking back to the day the torture, the thing Cazador called training started.

——-

  267. Two hundred and sixty-seven licks Cazadors right-hand man, Godey gave you straight to your stomach, your stomach and chest bare unless you count the blood that ran down it. At 20 you were still screaming and crying, your arms still chained up and your wrist cut down to the bone by the rust. At 100 you stopped reacting. Which Cazador caressed your cheek and drowned you in praises for. He was talking about how you were special. Like he said he needed you, Needed you to tie up loose ends and instead of bringing him prey you would kill as many unimportant civilians as ordered capture any runaways, protect him from all harm. Godey the sadistic skeleton stopped after 267 and unchained you for the first time in weeks…months? You fell face first into your blood arms too numb to catch yourself “What shall I do with them, master?” Godey chuckled pulling you around like a ragdoll. “Put them with the other prisoners soon. We'll reintroduce them into society when they stop searching for our little bird when the phoenix family tree has dried up and died. soon.” He laughed, sucking up all the joy he got watching your eyes looking everywhere you were so gone he loved it. Godey threw you into the cell you looked at everyone surrounding you a man kneeled to you his eyes blood red glowing as he started squeezing a rat its blood falling into your mouth “Drink it it'll help.” Your nose was filled with its smell it was making your mouth water and filled your senses and your mouth opened on instinct “There you go.” You shook feeling the burn of the cuts on your chest pain turning into adrenaline making you jump up you looked around backing into the corner “Stay away from me!” You yelled picking up a glass shard and pointing it at the frail cellmates. Your tongue slid against a sharp tooth knicking it.

   “Ow.” you hissed your mind didn’t click then..how had you survived such torture but now that your senses were heightened though your body felt cold as a corpse. Your gears were twisting. You used the glass to look at your teeth. Fangs two above two on the bottom you pushed your fingers against the tooth your breathing quickened your eyes watered “Welcome to the family” Some spawn said scoffing at your pathetic figure. “Hush, that's rude!” a woman said. Your breathing and sobs turned into growls crushing the shard in your hand. You looked up at the spawn and one of them embraced you as you grieved over your loss of well, everything.

    For centuries you were stuck there then Cazador grabbed you and let you stay in the home. You got a room that belonged to a “run away spawn”, who had to be Astarion. You sat on the bed, your body sore and still bare chested though you didn’t care sense everyone in the home looked empty like you did walking past you like a ghost. You sat there looking at a painting on the wall that looked extremely like Cazador laying down with a body behind him…’what a narcissist’. You thought, a knock at the door caught your attention, cracking open, a little girl holding folded clothes popping her head in “hello, I brought you clothes, master said you would need some and father said this should fit you.” She smiled but she didn’t have red eyes, she didn’t smell of hunger, she smelled of cold river water and tulips with a hint of cinnamon. You internally questioned how you could smell that on her so…affectively. Her hair was long and blonde wavy. She hopped on the bed next to you smiling, her eyes looking down a few times at your chest, seeing the wounds and cuts “thank you.” You whispered and she looked back up at you “what’s your name?” You asked “Victoria, my pa is Leon.” 

  From then on you were a vampire soldier, your heart taken from you, a slave to Cazador. Forced to see yourself on missing pages then you faded away another legend, another cautionary tale. But you found some good, you made it your job to feed the prisoners trying to atone for all the atrocities you committed for Cazador.

——-

Tav looked at you “There’s not much after that.” You laughed, “I’m surprised your nose could smell that.” You looked down at a piece of grass on the edge of the stream “Cazador would blind me, put fear into me making me guess what I was smelling and beating me if I got it wrong it was supposed to help with my hunting, that’s how I knew Astarion was here, without his heart beat, rosemary he always smelt like rosemary.” Speaking of that Astarion was walking towards you both “it’s time for me to go then.” Tav patted your back leaving nodding at Astarion. You avoided looking at him, your hands shaking “Y/n.” He said sitting next to you. You kept silent “I wanted to say this, If you’d turned up earlier I would’ve had no second thought about killing you, but being with this group they’ve taught me that that’s not always the answer that there can be a different way, someone cares. And I want to be that for you. I know what it feels like to be a slave for Cazador, to have your body…” he stopped breathing for a while “taken from you.” You felt a hand on your leg making your eyes slam shut you felt heat rush over your cold body, rage “If you stay, and help us find Cazador. We could kill him, get rid of him once and for all so we could be free.” Your eyes opened bright red and you grabbed Astarions wrist nearly breaking it he grunted pulling against you but you weren’t budging as you stood pulling him up with you “We? We?! There is no we, you just want to use me.” Astarion pulled away, pushing you back, drawing some attention. “No I’m not, I understand your unwillingness to trust me but I’m trying to help you and everyone stuck there.” He threw his hands up and they smacked down on his sides. His face screamed desperately for something…trust. You laughed “oh yea? And how do I know when you ‘kill’ Cazador, like you even could. How do I know you, the spawn that lured everyone in just to ruin their lives using his body, his charm, that fucking angelic beauty!” You grabbed him by the throat “won’t use that damn ritual on himself. And bathe in the blood of his fallen sisters and brothers. No…no! I am not falling for that look!” You let him go, he stood next to the water and the river behind him and you looked back at the camp. “…Listen, you don’t have to obey him. You’re with us, together we’ll kill him and you’ll be free.” He saw the way you looked, tired…beaten. He was going to move back when you grabbed his arm “…sorry Astarion but, you don’t know what I could lose.” You pushed him into the River screams coming from his companions, as you jumped in after. You grabbed Astarions shirt as he struggled against you “let me go!” He pushed you into the water the current pushing you under but you resurfaced gasping for air “Stop fucking fighting.” You yelled 

    “No! I will never stop fighting. I’m not going back.” He yelled, punching you. One thing Astarion was not was weak.

 You both slammed into a rock. Astarions shoulder got most of the impact “Fuck you!” He yelled “Tav said be patient and you’d come around! I should’ve killed you.” He was tearing up, he was scared. You pushed him into a rock slamming his head and he fell unconscious. You sighed, holding his head on your shoulder. 

——

The water left you at moonrise and you pulled yourself out dragging Astarion onto the sand. You laid on your back catching your breath. You closed your eyes. Now what? How are you supposed to get back to Cazador through this fucking curse and this cult. 

  “I wouldn’t swim in this weather but, we all have our moments” you sat up with blade drawn eyes met with a tan man who’s hair was neat and clothes were nice too nice and his smile, haunting. “No need to be so on edge. I’ve been watching you, I’m Raphael.” He put his hand out revealing a bell “you’ll need this.” You looked down at his hand then at him “please, take it.” You shook your head “I don’t even know you.” You scoffed “Oh but your master does. So take it. Or I’ll force it into your throat.” You snatched it, backing away from him, your back against Astarions body. “Careful, try not to wake up the man. He has a strong spirit. It will be entertaining to see which one of you will break.” He laughed and he disappeared, your throat clogged with his ashes he left in his dramatic exit. 

——

The bell granted you protection from the curse but what, no who? is Raphael. Took you some thinking as you dragged astarion towards Baldurs gate but then it hit you… Slowly since your heart the very source of that powerful hawkish eye was ripped from you. He’s a devil, devilishly handsome too. What would Cazador be doing making deals with him? And for what? Maybe the ritual who knows, who cares. All that matters is getting home and with full hands. 

‘Fuck you godey.’

@chaoticgoodstuff @beepersteeper

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erm I’m not a writer

[harmonyckrs]

DAY 10 in Twisted Strangetown: The Mysterious Death of Loki Beaker

THE PREVIOUS DAY

Abhijeet: So...about our most recent assignment.

Crystal: Yeah...it's going to be quite hard, won't it?

Abhijeet: Yeah! How exactly are we supposed to get inside of the Smith's house to kill Jenny? Their house is gated.

Crystal: Oh, I thought you were referring to the fact that we had to kill Jenny in the first place. And the truth is, I don't know. Right now, I just feel really bad for Lazlo. Doesn't seem like Flo took what he said at the meeting very well.

Abhijeet: Agreed. That smile she was making was so creepy...though, we probably shouldn't be dissing her like this inside of her own house.

Crystal: True.

"To stop him from handing tips,

Cast this spell to seal his lips.

His voice returns on one exception,

Bring two souls of full perception."

Lazlo: Wait, Flo! Don't-

Of all of the things we expected to happen in Strangetown, this was definitely not one of them.

Our new suspect, Loki, is dead.

Circe won't stop beating the fuck out of the test subject. Honestly, I kinda feel bad for him. But in her defense, after that horrible fire he created, I would not put it past that guy to kill Loki on accident...or on purpose. These guys do not treat him well. I'd lash out too, if I were him. Honestly, I'd feel bad charging him for anything.

And also that bitch Erin is here, along with Pascal and Olive. I'm guessing one of the three could've done it too, so now we have to hold them here alongside Nervous to figure out who it was. Circe was at work and Lola contacted her coworkers who confirmed that she was at work for the entire time, so we can rule her out as a suspect. Circe's also offered to help, but I'm not sure how much help I can get from a sadist who's coping by attacking everyone.

Lola and Ajay did say that they wanted to focus on the main mission and that we "shouldn't get sidetracked" and all that, so I decided to just do it myself. Definitely going to be looking forward to interrogating these fuckers...

It's incredibly convenient that the Beakers just have torture interrogation equipment in their house.

Chloe: So, what were you doing at the Beakers?

Pascal: Olive and I came together to talk to Nervous, and then we heard screaming before noticing Loki flying out of a window and twitching as he got shocked.

Chloe: The lie detector's saying that you're not telling the truth.

Pascal: What reason would I have to lie?

Chloe: You've got a great motive. You two are workplace rivals, and you're dating the guy he's been experimenting on. I know any rational man would hate the man torturing his lover.

Pascal: That is true, yes.

Chloe: So you're guilty.

Pascal: What? Just because I have some common decency? Can I at least get a lawyer?

Chloe: Nope. Now, tell me about your relationship with

Pascal: I refuse to speak any longer without a lawyer present.

Chloe: Okay, fine. I'll interrogate someone else.

Olive: Pascal and I came here together to talk to Loki, but he told us to wait downstairs as he went to the bathroom. Then, we heard screaming before noticing him falling out of the window.

Chloe: Pascal said you came to talk to Nervous.

Olive: Did he, now?...That's just what he thinks. Have you seen those two together in a room? They're practically insufferable. Reminds me of the things I'd do with the Reaper whenever I saw him...

Chloe: (Ew, please don't tell me about that!) Sure...

Olive: I must've forgotten. I suppose we wanted to talk to both...my memory isn't as good as it was before.

Chloe: Sure it isn't. Was there a reason why you and Pascal came together? You two don't usually get along.

Olive: Can't a woman have a change of heart? He's my future son-in-law, after all.

Chloe: Sure...alright, whatever.

Erin: Hello! I'm Erin. It's such a pleasure to meet you, Ms. SCIA Agent! What's your name?

Chloe: (I wish I could punch her face in.) Nice to see you too, Erin. And I'm not interested in telling you my name. Just tell me what you came here for.

Erin: Oh, I just wanted to talk to my brother! But then I see him flying out the window, and next thing I know I see Pascal and Olive racing down the stairs! They probably would've left if Nervous didn't happen to be downstairs and wanted to say hi.

Chloe: ...I see

Erin: Also, I got this recording!

Pascal: And you're sure this is going to work?

Olive: Of course. Once Loki is gone, we'll be able to get Nervous out of the house and back with us. We can deal with Circe afterwards.

Pascal: I'm just scared we'll get caught. I've got a daughter to care for and family that depend on me, and I don't want to spend my life behind bars.

Olive: Chill out. I'll take care of the murder. You just drag the bodies back to my house and bury them there....think of it as a mother-in-law and son-in-law bonding activity.

Pascal: Well, alright. I'll trust your judgement.

Erin: See?

Chloe: You were trespassing on Specter property? That's a crime in itself.

Erin: Oh COME ON! Trespassing isn't as bad of a crime as literal MURDER!

Chloe: If they were the murderers. What were you even doing on their property, anyway?

Erin: ...Stealing their newspaper...

Chloe: Theft and trespassing, huh?...I see. You've given me enough to work with.

Erin: But-

Chloe: NEXT!

Nervous: ...I'm sorry. It wasn't me...I promise.

Chloe: It's okay, we're not going to hurt you. Just tell us what you saw.

Nervous: Well...Circe left for work...Loki was cleaning the house. Then Erin came and asked if Loki was home, so I told her and she went upstairs. After that Pascal and Olive came asking to see Loki, so I told them that they went upstairs and then they went. A bit later, the two of them went downstairs and a little bit later I heard screaming...

Chloe: So Erin came first, huh?...thank you, Nervous. You've been a great help.

Nervous: I have?

Chloe: Yep. I think I know who did this now...

Chloe: After some careful deduction, I've come to my conclusion...

Chloe: Erin did it!

Erin: WHAT? I literally showed you a video of Pascal and Olive plotting! How would it be me?

Chloe: Because if it wasn't, you would've taken that video to the police instead of saving it for your interrogation.

Erin: Okay, fine! It was me! I overheard the plan and decided to kill Loki myself in order frame them!

Circe: How could you?! Erin! I thought we were friends!

Erin: I'm only friends with Loki! I could care less about you! You're the most insufferable person I've ever met!

Circe: You mean "couldn't," you dumb bitch?

Erin: Why would you care, anyway? You don't even have a heart. You're like...you're like a sociopath or something!

Chloe: Oh, arresting her is going to be so satisfy-

Circe: You piece of shit! I'LL KILL YOU!

Chloe: Well, that concludes this mystery. Circe, normally I'm supposed to arrest you for murder, but instead I'll just have you lose custody of Nervous, who will return under the care of Olive.

Circe: That's fine.

Chloe: But we will have to charge you for illegal experimentation and medical malpractice, so we'll probably have to take you to court about that in order to settle on a proper punishment.

Lola: ...How did you finish this already? I thought it would take at least a week.

Pascal: Awesome! We won!

Olive: Can we go home now?

Chloe: Yeah, obviously. We're done here.

Olive: Oh, finally.

Nervous: Pascal! We can live together now!...you know what that means, right?

Olive: Oh Watcher, you two are gross. I'm leaving.

Chloe: (I'll just leave those two at it.) So, what now?

Circe: I already contacted Meredith to move in with me. I think she'll make a pretty good test subject.

Chloe: You sure move on fast.

Circe: No point in dwelling. Besides, there's plenty of other people out there. I'm sure it shouldn't be hard to find someone else.

Circe: Well...I wish you all the best.

Circe: Thanks, Chloe...oh, and if you want, I can give you access to some of Loki's documents. He's been doing research on weather alternations and mind control, but stopped both after he caused eternal winter. Not sure why, but maybe you'll find some use to it.

Chloe: Hm...alright. Let me see.

Chloe: (Oh, fuck! This is gold!...I have to get this to Ajay and Lola as soon as I can!)

THE NEXT DAY

[loud-mouth-loser]

don't let go

summary: your ex needs somewhere to stay for the night

pairing: llewyn davis x reader

rating: angst

warnings: angsty-angst, cursing, kissing, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.5k

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Your body seizes up at the sound of the buzzer. You already know who it is. It is futile to ignore, but you still try your best, reading each word in your novel a little more intensely than necessary. 

By the way the rings keep rolling in, it’s obvious that he saw you were home from your lamp’s glow outside your window. You groan at yourself as you slowly walk to the intercom next to the door, cringing as he presses the ringer again. 

The worn button is slammed down with your index knuckle and you take a deep breath before speaking.

“Hello? Who is it?” There’s always a chance it could be someone else, but it rarely is. 

“It’s–uh, me, Llewyn.” You roll your eyes, knowing exactly how this will play out. 

“No.” 

“Wait-please, don’t hang up. I just-I really need a place to stay tonight, then I’ll be out of your life forever. Promise.”

“Llewyn,” You sigh, hating how he keeps dragging you into his problems. “You said that three sleepovers ago.”

“I know, but you’re…you’re all I have left, baby.” His voice is quieter. You could imagine him slouched into himself with desperation. You let out an irritated grunt at his words. 

“Don’t-You can’t call me that, Llew…” You’re beating yourself up at what a pushover you are. At this point, this whole exchange is just foreplay for what’s to come. It happens every time. “Fine. Just tonight…And you’re taking the couch.” You reluctantly buzz him in and mentally prepare yourself for the night. 

“Thank you, thank you, th-” He’s cut off by the beep inviting him in. 

—-

Llewyn used to be yours, like really yours. You were sure he’d be the one you’d marry, even with the small handful of dollars you had to your name. You had dated for a couple of years and moved in together for half that time. It certainly wasn’t domestic bliss, but you can’t expect that from a struggling musician. 

You’d work double shifts at the diner so he could follow his dream of being a music star. And it worked, for a while. But as you came home later and later, you saw each other less every day. 

And apparently, it got to him first because you caught him with your best friend Jean on your couch after a long day of slinging coffees. It didn’t make sense to you. Jean is married, Llewyn is leeching off of his long-time girlfriend, and you were funding his fantasy. Why would he do this to you?

Of course, you threw him out the next morning with his stupid guitar and scarf, telling him to get lost and never come back. And he didn’t for a while…well for a few months at least, then he came back asking to stay the night. 

You should’ve said no. Should’ve stood your ground and punched him in the face through the damn speaker, but you excused the freezing weather for your heart-aching desperation to see him again. 

He always starts off on the couch, the squeaky springs screeching with every move of his body. You’d be pissed at the noise if you weren’t already struggling to sleep. He has you staring at the ceiling thinking about what he’s thinking about. 

When you had enough, you get up, quietly tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. It’s an excuse to see him, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

His eyes are staring straight up in front of him, tangling and detangling thoughts around his head until he hears a floorboard creak from under you. He doesn’t make a move, waiting for you to initiate an interaction. 

You stand next to the counter, hip popped out to comfortably support your weight as you look at him. The eye contact is suffocating and you know he feels it too. He plays with his hands over the scratchy flannel blanket you shoved in his arms when he walked in. How can he look so adorable, yet be such an asshole? 

You swallow the rest of the water and drop the glass in your sink, looking back up at him. His large brown eyes look up from his lap and send you an inquiry, one that makes you want to melt through the floorboards. 

Your brain scrambles to hold you back from what you’re about to do. Nails pricking at your palms as your hands clench to your side. Just one night, you tell yourself, brushing off any regrets you know you’ll have in the morning. 

You send him a small nod before walking back to your room, leaving the door open as you climb back under the covers and wait. You pull on the delicate beaded string of your bedside lamp, turning it off and letting the city lights from your window illuminate small squares around your room.

Before long, his shadow takes up the doorway and he nervously looks around your room, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. His eyes look at all the spots where his things used to sit now replaced with random trinkets you forced yourself to buy to replace everything that reminded you of him. His white undershirt pulls against his broad shoulders, magnified by his tense posture. 

“Come here, Llew.” 

He slowly walks to the other side of your bed and sits on top of the covers, stiffly placing his hands on his lap, not knowing what to do with his body. He looks down at you over his shoulder, refusing to turn his whole body to face yours. He almost looks scared, like you’re about to yell at him for breaking a vase or something. 

You glare right back up at him in annoyance. He’s the one making this more awkward than is needed. He can’t seem to hold any type of eye contact after your interaction in the living area. 

“What’s, um, happening?” His voice is so small, almost endearing, but that’s not what you want right now. You push yourself onto your knees so your face is level with his and grab his stupidly perfect jaw with one hand, making him freeze up. You were never the one to take control like this during your relationship. 

You could feel the softness of his thick beard under your fingers and it pisses you off for some reason. Despite everything, you could still see the adoration in his eyes begging you to pull him in closer. 

“I… fucking… hate you, Llewyn.” Your eyes bore into his, sending the message straight into his soul. The words are sharply enunciated to communicate the amount of ire your hold for him. His face drops into a frown, not expecting the malice that drips off your tongue.

You take a quick glance at his mouth and slam your lips onto him, not waiting for him to react before climbing onto his lap. Your contradictory actions confuse him, but he responds to you immediately like a practiced move. 

He quickly holds on to your hips and pushes your body closer to him, leaning deeply into the kiss. He groans out at the intensity of your actions, melting at the familiarity of your heat. 

You can barely hold yourself together as the rumble of his voice gasps out your name. You didn’t realize how real this would feel. How much you missed him. You feel your eyes begin to sting with tears as your throat tightens to hold back a sob. 

“Don’t talk.” You manage to get it out without breaking down, but he catches the waver of your voice. Llewyn pulls back and cradles your face in his hands, passing his calloused finger against your cheeks, inviting your tears to breach the dam you’ve held up for months. 

“Oh, honey.” He kisses each tear away, misty sad eyes pouring into yours as if he could possibly know how you are feeling right now. You frantically shake your head, pushing his hands off of your face. This isn’t how tonight is supposed to go.

“Please stop.” You sound defeated. You’ve lost the fight against yourself and you know that all you need is to be held, to be loved. You sit on his lap, taking deep breaths to calm down, resting your forehead against his chest, letting this silent moment caress the two of you. 

“Can we just pretend like I’m yours? Just for tonight?” The words are weakly whispered and bounced back to yourself. You can’t see his face but you feel his heartbeat thumping hard against you, warming his body, and in turn, yours. 

He hums softly, taking you back into his arms, squeezing you tightly. His other hand brushes through your hair, something he used to do whenever you were having a blue day. It felt good, like reliving a memory. 

“I love you.” He whispers it onto the top of your head, breathing you in, thinking this would be the last time he’d get you like this. The last time you’d be his. 

“I know.” 

It wasn’t.

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Your Babies | 4

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Sano Shinichiro x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff

Warning: Profanity and the usual spoilers~

Synopsis: No kissing zone ft. Izana

Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, you deeply inhale, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart as you listen in on Shinichiro talking to his brother, Izana.

The two of you had just arrived at the orphanage, with him taking the time to talk to his brother alone for now so that he can introduce you to him while you wait outside of the room, biting on your lower lip.

You knew that this is a big step in your relationship, but other than that, you just want to be close with Izana, heart aching to be someone that he can see as someone to find comfort in.

As absurd as that sounds, seeing as this is your first time actually meeting him, it’s just that after years of hearing stories about him and his sister, you just want to give them what you were able to give Manjiro.

So, with another deep breath, you put on a smile and open the door to Izana’s room, hoping that you don’t mess this up.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, Shinichiro’s girlfriend.” Ever so gently, you take a seat beside Shinichiro, arm brushing against his as you watch the way Izana eyes you. His pretty purple eyes watching your every move.

Your heart breaks just a little when the two of you make eye contact and he immediately looks away. Body turned away from you as he bows his head, mumbling a greeting as he does so.

Sensing the growing tension in the room, Shinichiro sneaks his hand in yours, giving you a comforting squeeze as he clears his throat. “Well, I was actually thinking that we can go out for today? Will you like that Izana? Get some fresh air and look around for a bit?”

You hold your breath, watching in anticipation as Izana shrugs his shoulders, a lopsided smile on his lips as he looks at Shinichiro. “I’m fine with anything.”

“Clapping his hands, Shinichiro stands up, pulling you along with him. “Get dressed, we’ll be waiting outside.”

With one final look at Izana, you give him a smile before you’re whisked out of the room, your boyfriend’s hands immediately making its way to your waist as he looks down on you, his forehead pressed against yours. “That was a little awkward there, you okay?” He whispers, eyes looking straight into yours.

Comfort spreads in your whole body, a grin slowly making its way to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Shin, you can’t expect him to like me the moment I step in the room. He’s still adjusting.” You remind him but your boyfriend only shakes his head.

“But I loved you the very first time I saw you. I knew it when we made eye contact and you fake gagged after I winked at you.”

A chuckle leaves your lips at the memory, eyes closing when Shinichiro starts to sway the both of you in the middle of the hallway.

“When I saw you winked at me, I swore that I’d ignore you for the whole school year.”

“And yet here we are, years into our relationship and you’re crazy in love with me.”

Lightly punching his chest, you shake your head. “I never said that I was crazy in love with you... I love you... a healthy amount, I think.”

“Hmmm... if you say so.”

The silence comforts you along with Shinichiro’s humming, you can feel the vibration on his chest as you press your head against his chest.

“Y’know, people are gonna think that both of you are crazy if they see you dancing in the middle of the hallway.”

You jump out of Shinichiro’s hold, face instantly warming up at the sight of Izana looking at both of you with a bewildered look.

Embarrassment floods through you as Izana continues to stare at both of you. “How long have you been listening?” Shinichiro asks, hands ruffling Izana’s hair which makes the boy let out an irritated huff.

“Long enough to know that Love is disgusting.”

You let out a giggle, amusement swimming in your eyes as you watch the two siblings’ dynamic. Izana trying his best to subtly run away from Shincihiro’s ongoing noogie attack on his brother.

Just as Shinichiro’s about to get Izana, the purple-eyed child hides behind you, hands gripping onto your clothes as he uses you as a shield.

Instantly, Shinichiro stops his attack and lets out a pout at his brother who’s already sneaking away from both of you and towards the exit of the building. “That was not fair! You can’t use my lovely girlfriend as a shield!”

“Are we gonna go or not, you simp?” You hear Izana ask, already leaning on the wall where most of the caretakers are. Letting out a huff, Shinichiro rolls his eyes and starts pulling you towards the exit.

“What the hell is a simp anyways?” He asks you but you can only shrug your head, also clueless on the kid’s slang.

The wind blows your hair to the side as you slowly go back to where your things are under the big tree in the middle of the park. Eager to get a sip of the juice that you bought on the way to the park, exhaustion seeping through your bones after running around with the two boys, playing whatever game Shinichiro thought of.

At first, Izana had been hesitant, saying that he’s not a child anymore and that he doesn’t enjoy childish games. But after one round of Tag, his competitiveness had shown itself, reminding you of a certain blond kid from back home who also hated losing.

Plopping yourself on the blanket, you let out a sigh, taking your shoes off as you look through the paper bag filled with snacks. Rummaging through, you pull out a bottle of cold tea and take a sip, sighing at the tastiness of the cold beverage.

With your back against the tree, you enjoy the sight as Shinichiro starts chasing Izana around, the platinum blond’s loud laughter bringing joy in your chest as you see him grinning so widely at his older brother, lithe body easily running past Shinichiro who looks like he’s about to stumble and fall to the ground.

Laughing at your boyfriend, you almost let out a gasp when your boyfriend does stumble and fall, a dramatic yell leaving his lips as he asks for Izana to help him.

From your seat under the tree, you can see Izana’s look of concern flicker with suspicion as Shinichiro continues to lay on the grassy field, arm outstretched and waiting for someone to help him.

You almost want to scold Shinichiro as you watch him sneakily smirk when Izana starts approaching him, an evil look in his eye as Izana’s only a few feet away from him.

Waiting a little longer, Shinchiro bolts up as fast as he can and scoops up his brother in his arms, hands immediately making their way to Izana’s tummy, tickling his brother mercilessly.

The sound of Izana’s laughter is like music to your ears, the look on his face as he tries to push Shinichiro away while uncontrollably laughing makes you feel something warm in your chest.

They both look so happy.

You want it to stay that way.

You want Shinichiro and his siblings to all be together and laugh uncontrollably with each other. Be happy together.

They deserve it.

You’re cut off from your trance as you gape at the scene in front of you.

Izana had just kicked Shinichiro in the stomach before gracefully falling to the ground and running away from his brother.

Your boyfriend is now kneeling on the ground, hand clutching his stomach as he throws a bunch of grass towards Izana’s direction. “Oh my god, Shin... “ Rushing over, you help Shinchiro to his feet, supporting him as he slowly walks to where you once were watching them.

“Damn, why are my siblings all such good kickers? And why am I always the target?” He sulks after you’ve helped him sit on the blanket, still clutching his stomach as he drinks from your bottle.

“You deserve it, Shin. You shouldn’t have tickled him like that.” You playfully wiggle your finger at his face before turning around and calling for Izana who’s lurking behind a bunch of bushes, eyes suspiciously watching Shinichiro for any more sneaky moves.

After confirming that he kicked Shinichiro hard enough to bring him out of commission, Izana makes his way to you, eyes watching you as you bring out a towel from the bag and start wiping off his sweat.

You watch as Izana flinches at your touch, warily eyeing the towel.

Your heart clenches at the sight.

“C’mon now, ‘Zana, we need to wipe off your sweat. Don’t want you getting sick.” You coo, ever so gently wiping the sweat from his face and neck before moving on to his back. “Let’s remove your shirt, I bought you a new one that you can change into since this is wet with sweat.” You coax the 9 year old, glad at his compliance as he hands you his sweaty shirt and lets you wipe off the sweat from his back and armpits.

“You always treat my siblings better than you treat me.” Shinichiro whines from the side even though he quite enjoys watching you be so caring with his siblings. “Are you only dating me so that you can take care of them, woman? Are you using me?”

You roll your eyes at his accusations after catching the tender smile on his face, opting to ignore him as you pull out the shirt that you bought for Izana as a present since you didn’t know what he’d like.

“This was supposed to be your present... but I think that I know a better present that I can get you later, yeah?” Helping him put on a shirt even though you know that he's fully capable, you admire the way his eyes start to sparkle, admiring the shirt that you gave him.

It makes your heart feel full, seeing him so amazed and happy compared to earlier where he could barely look you in the eye.

It’s only been a few hours of being with the two of them, and yet, it already feels like you’ve known Izana for as long as you’ve known Manjiro.

Taking your eyes off of Izana, you look to the side only to be met with Shinichiro giving you a soft look. His half-lidded eyes and soft smile make your heart beat like crazy.

He’s looking at you so tenderly, so softly. You can’t help but blush. His gaze is too much for you. “Don’t look at me like that, Shin.” You mumble as you hand Izana some snacks, the kid intently watching the both of you.

“Like what?” He teases, leaning closer to you now that you’re also sitting on the blanket.

Your face heats up even more now that his face is only a few inches away from you.

You forget about Izana’s prying eyes as you answer. “Don’t look at me like you’re madly in love with me, Shin. I can’t take it.”

“Well, maybe I am madly in love with you.” He mumbles as he closes the gap between the two of you, lips just barely brushing against yours before you’re pulled away by the sound of Izana fake gagging on the side.

Whipping your head in his direction, you’re once again flushed in embarrassment now that you’re reminded that you’re not alone with your boyfriend.

“My god! I know that I’m starting to like Y/N but that doesn’t mean that you can just start making out in front of me! I’m still innocent! I don’t want to see those things!” Izana visibly shudders, face scrunched up in disgust as he runs away from Shinichiro, hiding behind you. “I can only allow one kiss on the cheek while I’m in the room. Other than that, If I see you making out, I’m gonna kick you to the ground and hide Y/N away from you.”

The threat makes Shinichiro let out a gasp.

Wide eyes staring right at his brother who’s still hiding behind you. “What is with you kids and taking Y/N away from me?! She is my girlfriend and I have a right to kiss her! I should be able to kiss her whenever and wherever but you kids keep kicking me away!”

A shriek leaves your lips when Shinchiro starts running towards you. Your instincts kick in as you take a hold of Izana’s hand and start running away from your yelling boyfriend, adrenaline coursing through your veins when Izana starts falling behind to which you instantly hold him in your arms, now carrying him away as you run from your boyfriend.

“Come back here Y/N! Don’t let him get in the way of our relationship!”

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VENOM 2 SPOILERS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I got to see V2 today and here are some of my very Important notes:

-During an argument about what V can eat, Eddie responds that the two chickens they have in their apartment have brains and Venom goes “I MOST PASSIONATELY DISAGREE!”

-Venom also refuses to eat the chickens because they’re “friends” with each other

-The tire swing is there for Venom to bite when he gets really mad

-The holes in the ceiling are from 1. V+E chilling on the couch in the Venom suit and standing up and punching a hole through the ceiling with their head 2. Venom shoving Eddie into the ceiling

-Eddie literally grabs on to Venom’s goo and manhandles him. Venom allows this to an extent

-Venom grooms Eddie on their way to see Anne

-”Eddie, I apologize I cannot mend the heart” and then two seconds later “Must pull up your big boy pants and suck it up”

-so Eddie is still going around talking to himself and doesn’t even really bother too much with explaining it or hiding it

-This convo: Venom: YOU SUCK Eddie: *walks into the prison and to the guard stand* You suck! Guard Lady: Excuse me?! Eddie: ... Yeah, I don’t have an explanation for that

-”This is a ME thing and not a WE thing“ (which unless is in the comic I think is just a fanon thing? so that’s great)

-Eddie and Venom are arguing so Venom forces Eddie to just type ‘dik dik dik dik dik’ on his computer

-Eddie lying on the floor after chasing Venom out of him and smiling because Peace but then he hears smashing and yelling and looks out the window to see Venom destroying his bike lmao

-”SAYONARA” venom yells as he flicks Eddie off with an extended arm out of the new meat suit he hitched to

-”What would Venom do?” Eddie asks himself when he finds out Cletus has gotten out. I need #WWVD to start trending

-During the festival a woman in a mask says “Hello, gorgeous” to V and he responds “Sorry, no, not my type!”

-So during the festival there is a lady singing the song VENOM up on a stage and Venom literally hears his name called and looks dead at her as she keeps repeating the word and he thinks she’s calling him up to the stage. Like... that’s why he fucking goes up there lmao he thinks she’s inviting him up there

-Venom takes the mic from her and stands there for a few seconds and goes “Oh, shit...” because he doesn’t know what to say lmao

-What he says during his little speech at the very beginning literally makes it sound like Eddie has made him keep their relationship on the DL because they’re gay and in the closet and the crowd is appropriately horrified

-”I wish you could have seen me tonight, Eddie” MY HEART

-Eddie takes the chickens and abandons them in like a fountain area?? For some reason?? And has like a “you know this would have never worked out” moment with them, obviously in place of a missing Venom

-So Cletus gives Frances a warning before he reveals Carnage because he doesn’t want her to get scared and C+C bring out some tentacles and Frances goes “That is SO hot!” and honestly same girlie same

-We have actual confirmation that Venom did not need to tongue-fuck Eddie’s throat to go back to him after riding in Anne. In this movie Anne and Eddie hug and Venom transfers over! No kiss needed. Hell, I don’t think there was even any bare skin contact. I’m thriving

-This convo: Eddie: Looks like we’re going to a wedding Venom: Will there be canapes? Eddie: You bet your ass!

-A combined Venom+Eddie enter the church to confront Cletus and Frances. Cletus+Carnage combine and we get this winning conversation: Carnage: There you are! Death to you, Father! The priest that was kidnapped to marry C+F: NOOOOO Carnage: Not you, Father... *points to Venom* You, Father!

-Venom sees Carnage and immediately nopes out, leaving just Eddie. Carnage for some reason then does the same, leaving Cletus and Eddie just staring at each other. Eddie hits a new stage of grief as he tries to get Venom to come out again

-”OH YEAH” this is like the second koolaid man moment Venom has

-Venom and Eddie going in to fight Cletus and Carnage: Venom: Time to die! Eddie: That’s the spirit! Venom: I mean us, we are going to die!

-Venom and Eddie speaking in unison: TOGETHER WE ARE THE LETHAL PROTECTOR

-Just learning in general that Venom loves the idea of being a superhero and wants a superhero name very badly

-Dan and Anne forming like a pillar type thing for Venom to go into so he could then go out of them in time to beat Eddie to the bottom of the church floor and save him

-Eddie and Cletus having a Moment: Cletus: I wanted your friendship. Eddie: I’m sorry, Cletus. Venom, taking over again: FUCK THIS GUY *eats his head*

-Venom tells Dan to take care and then tells Eddie they didn’t really need him and he didn’t really help lmao

-The cop somehow has a symbiote?? Or idk Frances’ powers? I didn’t see him take in any blood so I am very confused but okay

-Eddie takes Venom to the park where he like left the chickens to have a Deep Talk and THE CHICKENS ARE STILL THERE?? It’s been at least a day if not more and by all appearances they’ve not left the grassy area

-Eddie goes to say “We are Venom” and Venom yells over him when he hits the “Ve” part

-Okay the ending has them on a beach. Like literally on a beach. Sitting on the sand watching the sunset together.

-VENOM HAS ENCAPSULATED EDDIE’S FEET AND IS WIGGLING HIS TOES IN THE SAND

-Venom quotes something that basically says ‘the people you love’ Eddie: Did you just say you love me? Venom: Uhm...

-Eddie making V very happy when V asks where they’ll go: Eddie: Anywhere that needs a lethal protector, I suppose Venom: OH YOU REALLY MEANT IT

-Venom’s head comes out of Eddie’s body and like the last shot is them both looking into the sunset

-There is a after credits sneak peak thing and it starts with a Spanish telenovela/soap and Venom is super into it

-This brought up by the stupid Spanish soap: Venom: We all have a past, Eddie Eddie: Are you hiding something from me???

-okay so technically Venom does say ILU first but Eddie I think shows it first because he puts aside what little hope he was clinging to of a Normal Life and staying on the Down Low so they’d be safe so he could instead travel around with Venom protecting people and making his symbiote happy

-like yeah we get that little scene where Venom makes Eddie breakfast but I think it’s partially because Anne said to take care of him and Venom is not the Best At It yet but he tries bless him

[runa-falls]

don’t let go

summary: your ex needs somewhere to stay for the night

pairing: llewyn davis x reader

rating: angst

warnings: cursing, kissing, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.5k (meant for this to be a drabble whoops)

A/N: So...I just watched inside llewyn davis and... wow. call me inspired. ofc i’m an angsty bitch so i made this ._. im sorry

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Your body seizes up at the sound of the buzzer. You already know who it is. It is futile to ignore, but you still try your best, reading each word in your novel a little more intensely than necessary. 

By the way the rings keep rolling in, it’s obvious that he saw you were home from your lamp’s glow outside your window. You groan at yourself as you slowly walk to the intercom next to the door, cringing as he presses the ringer again. 

The worn button is slammed down with your index knuckle and you take a deep breath before speaking.

“Hello? Who is it?” There’s always a chance it could be someone else, but it rarely is. 

“It’s–uh, me, Llewyn.” You roll your eyes, knowing exactly how this will play out. 

“No.” 

“Wait-please, don’t hang up. I just-I really need a place to stay tonight, then I’ll be out of your life forever. Promise.”

“Llewyn,” You sigh, hating how he keeps dragging you into his problems. “You said that three sleepovers ago.”

“I know, but you’re…you’re all I have left, baby.” His voice is quieter. You could imagine him slouched into himself with desperation. You let out an irritated grunt at his words. 

“Don’t-You can’t call me that, Llew…” You’re beating yourself up at what a pushover you are. At this point, this whole exchange is just foreplay for what’s to come. It happens every time. “Fine. Just tonight…And you’re taking the couch.” You reluctantly buzz him in and mentally prepare yourself for the night. 

“Thank you, thank you, th-” He’s cut off by the beep inviting him in. 

—-

Llewyn used to be yours, like really yours. You were sure he’d be the one you’d marry, even with the small handful of dollars you had to your name. You had dated for a couple of years and moved in together for half that time. It certainly wasn’t domestic bliss, but you can’t expect that from a struggling musician. 

You’d work double shifts at the diner so he could follow his dream of being a music star. And it worked, for a while. But as you came home later and later, you saw each other less every day. 

And apparently, it got to him first because you caught him with your best friend Jean on your couch after a long day of slinging coffees. It didn’t make sense to you. Jean is married, Llewyn is leeching off of his long-time girlfriend, and you were funding his fantasy. Why would he do this to you?

Of course, you threw him out the next morning with his stupid guitar and scarf, telling him to get lost and never come back. And he didn’t for a while…well for a few months at least, then he came back asking to stay the night. 

You should’ve said no. Should’ve stood your ground and punched him in the face through the damn speaker, but you excused the freezing weather for your heart-aching desperation to see him again. 

He always starts off on the couch, the squeaky springs screeching with every move of his body. You’d be pissed at the noise if you weren’t already struggling to sleep. He has you staring at the ceiling thinking about what he’s thinking about. 

When you had enough, you get up, quietly tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. It’s an excuse to see him, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

His eyes are staring straight up in front of him, tangling and detangling thoughts around his head until he hears a floorboard creak from under you. He doesn’t make a move, waiting for you to initiate an interaction. 

You stand next to the counter, hip popped out to comfortably support your weight as you look at him. The eye contact is suffocating and you know he feels it too. He plays with his hands over the scratchy flannel blanket you shoved in his arms when he walked in. How can he look so adorable, yet be such an asshole? 

You swallow the rest of the water and drop the glass in your sink, looking back up at him. His large brown eyes look up from his lap and send you an inquiry, one that makes you want to melt through the floorboards. 

Your brain scrambles to hold you back from what you’re about to do. Nails pricking at your palms as your hands clench to your side. Just one night, you tell yourself, brushing off any regrets you know you’ll have in the morning. 

You send him a small nod before walking back to your room, leaving the door open as you climb back under the covers and wait. You pull on the delicate beaded string of your bedside lamp, turning it off and letting the city lights from your window illuminate small squares around your room.

Before long, his shadow takes up the doorway and he nervously looks around your room, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. His eyes look at all the spots where his things used to sit now replaced with random trinkets you forced yourself to buy to replace everything that reminded you of him. His white undershirt pulls against his broad shoulders, magnified by his tense posture. 

“Come here, Llew.” 

He slowly walks to the other side of your bed and sits on top of the covers, stiffly placing his hands on his lap, not knowing what to do with his body. He looks down at you over his shoulder, refusing to turn his whole body to face yours. He almost looks scared, like you’re about to yell at him for breaking a vase or something. 

You glare right back up at him in annoyance. He’s the one making this more awkward than is needed. He can’t seem to hold any type of eye contact after your interaction in the living area. 

“What’s, um, happening?” His voice is so small, almost endearing, but that’s not what you want right now. You push yourself onto your knees so your face is level with his and grab his stupidly perfect jaw with one hand, making him freeze up. You were never the one to take control like this during your relationship. 

You could feel the softness of his thick beard under your fingers and it pisses you off for some reason. Despite everything, you could still see the adoration in his eyes begging you to pull him in closer. 

“I… fucking… hate you, Llewyn.” Your eyes bore into his, sending the message straight into his soul. The words are sharply enunciated to communicate the amount of ire your hold for him. His face drops into a frown, not expecting the malice that drips off your tongue.

You take a quick glance at his mouth and slam your lips onto him, not waiting for him to react before climbing onto his lap. Your contradictory actions confuse him, but he responds to you immediately like a practiced move. 

He quickly holds on to your hips and pushes your body closer to him, leaning deeply into the kiss. He groans out at the intensity of your actions, melting at the familiarity of your heat. 

You can barely hold yourself together as the rumble of his voice gasps out your name. You didn’t realize how real this would feel. How much you missed him. You feel your eyes begin to sting with tears as your throat tightens to hold back a sob. 

“Don’t talk.” You manage to get it out without breaking down, but he catches the waver of your voice. Llewyn pulls back and cradles your face in his hands, passing his calloused finger against your cheeks, inviting your tears to breach the dam you’ve held up for months. 

“Oh, honey.” He kisses each tear away, misty sad eyes pouring into yours as if he could possibly know how you are feeling right now. You frantically shake your head, pushing his hands off of your face. This isn’t how tonight is supposed to go.

“Please stop.” You sound defeated. You’ve lost the fight against yourself and you know that all you need is to be held, to be loved. You sit on his lap, taking deep breaths to calm down, resting your forehead against his chest, letting this silent moment caress the two of you. 

“Can we just pretend like I’m yours? Just for tonight?” The words are weakly whispered and bounced back to yourself. You can’t see his face but you feel his heartbeat thumping hard against you, warming his body, and in turn, yours. 

He hums softly, taking you back into his arms, squeezing you tightly. His other hand brushes through your hair, something he used to do whenever you were having a blue day. It felt good, like reliving a memory. 

“I love you.” He whispers it onto the top of your head, breathing you in, thinking this would be the last time he’d get you like this. The last time you’d be his. 

“I know.” 

It wasn’t.

[gaypirate420]

I was in a silly goofy mood// Silco.

Silco x gender neutral! reader.

Just crack and cuteness, little bit of self deprecating humor, and a tiny bitty of angst.

Reader gets called Daddy but isn't like serious.

"Oi! Put me down!" Your voice was heard from the hall that guided to Silco's office, he lifts his head and sighs, what did you do this time that caused Sevika to manhandle you?.

"Oi! Gentleness, I'm a fragile person, 'vika" Sevika opened the door and places you on the floor, she looks at Silco then leaves, Silco's eyes go back to the floor and found you on a... questionable position, you are laying on your side with a arm under your head and other on your hips.

"Hello, baby boy, Daddy is home—" You smirked.

"What happened to you?!" He said clearly worried while standing up not even face by your humor because you were punched and with some cuts on your face.

"You should've see the other dude—" You said proudly, Silco looks at you with a lifted eyebrow.

"He got out completely clean, he beated my ass so easily, it was pretty impressive!" You said grabbing your bag and getting up, slowly walking to the couch, you sighed and sit down.

"Stop the jokes, tell me, what happened, my lovely?" He gets the first aid kit and kneeled down infront of you, inspecting your legs for any sight of injuries.

"Nothin' I guess I'm just so ugly I deserve to be punched" You looked away.

"Enough" He said sharp, Silco got up and opened your shirt to check the damage, he cursed to himself when he saw the dark bruise on your ribs, his fingers brushed the bruise, you didn't react to the contact.

"Sorry, sorry, Sil, I guess he was trying to steal for me, but I resisted, well, I said I didn't have any money only flowers...wait! Ah fuck the flowers!" You opened the bag and took out a bouquet, it was a little smashed.

"For you, pretty face" You said with a smile, Silco looks at you then at the flowers feeling his cheeks a little warm.

"They're not very fancy..b-but I didn't have a lot of cash I'll find better ones—" You were nervous.

"They're perfect" He grabs them and place them on the flower vase that is on the coffee table, you see the small smile on his face.

"I love them, but I need to make sure you are all patched up, lovely " He now was on your face, cleaning the cuts on it.

"I- I was planning on buying you chocolates too, but well I got fucking beaten- ouch ouch gentle, Silco!" You hissed in pain, Silco stop his movements.

"I apologize, I will be more delicate, dear" He patched up one cut and gave a kiss on it.

"Aww, so sweet" You said, he chuckled softly and passed to the next cut, his hands are cold but so soft.

"Is there going to be a day where you don't enter that door with a punch or a story on how you almost got killed?" He asks softly.

"Probably not, I'm a generator of violence" You said, he chuckled, he finished the cut and kissed again, his thumb brushed your lips, avoiding the cut on it, his unmatched eyes gave you a last look and then he sat besides you.

"Why did Sevika had to carry you?" His arm gets behind you head and you get closer to his body, when you inhale you could smell his cologne and the cigarettes, you close your eyes.

"I wasn't going to lose my dignity like that, I wanted a second round but Sevika found me first" You said.

"You really thought you could take a second round?" He asks, the left side of your face that is on his chest hurts a little but you just wanted him close.

"Yup" You said, you took a deep breath.

"Hmm"

"I'm very sleepy" You admitted, his hand passes to your cheek, his thumb doing circles on it.

"Then rest, darling, I'm here, with me, nothing will hurt you" His voice is very soothing, almost a whisper, but he sounded convinced, you just got closer to his body.

"Can I stay here...like forever?" You said shy.

"If you want to" Said Silco looking at you.

"I do, but what about you? You will have to see me daily and hear my voice—"

"I don't see why that would be a problem—"

"oh- okay" You looked at him, he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"Your company is something I have been craving a lot, I have no excuses" said Silco not meeting eyes with you.

"You just love me, Sil" You said with a smirk.

"I do, my dear...I want you here with me, to protect you and it's selfish, but to have you for myself" His bicolored eyes finally meet yours, he has a little smile on his face.

You blushed but you know what he is not telling you,

He doesn't want you to leave.

To betray him like other people had.

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"Well then I'll stay, and I will never left" You said the last sentence like a joke but he knows you mean it.

"I'll send someone to get your things" He said.

"Where am I going to sleep?" You said, he looks at you, you gasp.

"On your bedroom!, oh ho~" You said playfully, he smiled and looked away, he thoughts about why he hasn't tell you to move with him before.

You moved positions and put you head on his lap, he looks down and his long fingers brushed your cheek, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

A/N: heyyyy, did u miss me? I am starting my semester so I probably won't update too much, hope u like this little thing I made.