#its not like i can really go anywhere or do anything with no money or transportation
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I always feel bad for being even a little dissatisfied with my circumstances and then I remember that most of the people around me (both irl and online) would probably go absolutely bonkers in my circumstances
#like. i literally have no money. i dont buy things. i dont ask for things#it has always been like this#its not that i dont *want* money- its just that i dont have a choice being disabled and all#and i have all my necessities provided (well most of them) so like. i would feel ungrateful for wanting anything more#and like i dont think i deserve anything 'extra'. anything beyond the necessities because i cant earn it#i cant pay for it myself. so i just dont really think about the things that i want but dont need that much#another thing that would probably drive a lot of people insane is that i dont have any irl friends and dont really leave my house#except for shopping. which is anywhere between once a week and once a month#i have no job- that alone is distressing for a lot of people. unemployment can be very hard on people's mental health#and i mean evidently it is hard on mine as well. but i dont know any alternatives#people like to feel needed. they like to feel like they have a purpose#people going through unemployment often find that they have all this time suddenly but they dont know how to fill it up#all the things they had fantasized about doing are suddenly not that fun because they are the only option#anyways. rant over idk where i was going with this#i think im in desperate need of validation perhaps and im trying my best not to make this about pain olympics#or some weird type of bragging. thats not my intention
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I'm not afraid of becoming disabled for vanity reasons.
I'm afraid because this world isn't built for disabled people.
I'll be confined to my home because of the lack of public transit. Or I'll be stuck having to trust people to go out of their way to assist me.
Airplanes will destroy my expensive equipment.
I might not be able to use public restrooms.
There's nothing wrong with disability itself...
It's the world around us. It's so hostile.
#i dont even think pregnant people have easy access to things#then theres the elderly#like#at my university alone there aren't any reasonably placed handicapped parking spots#wheelchair users need to miss an entire class just to find a bathroom in most buildings#its near impossible to access sidewalks#theres a sidewalk to a dorm that forces rolling aid users to DOUBLE the trip up the walk#because the path doubles back on itself before you can reach the slope that allows you to go anywhere else#i have strong feelings about this#ableism#is absolute bullshit#and it upsets me that disabled people are not thought about until accessibility effects someone who can do something about it#im really sorry#my only personal hangup about becoming disabled is literally just the fear of not being able to do anything l#isnt that irrational?#im afraid of being stuck at home#unable to live independently#i would have to shell out mountains of money for aides#and then#theres the possibility that i wont have any money to live on#im angry#i hate it#i need to do better
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TT i dont know if its bc of my depression resurfacing but I'm starting to get an urge to drop out from school and focous ok doung art.
And like.....im saying this as someone who really wants to go to college.
Lols my mental health isn't good these days
#đȘ.txt#so many things happened.....my studies are awful and I'm not managing to train ny violin#im just so tired and im barely doung anything.......school or my house or anywhere else feels stressful#i just want ti focous on doing art and reading and stop thinking about.....well. everything#im tired#i feel that im failing at every thing im doing#......i wish i could skip high school and go directly to college. but even so i would still suffer bc i can only leave my family's house#once im a legal adult#i have to work hard to archive that but i wish i didn't have to. ik its not right to think this way but im both envious of those with a#better life and those with a worse one. the first its obvious why but the latter is bc and ik this awful#i just feel like if my family was really shitty- like- with tons of physical abuse and etc#i woukd at least have some prove and justify to leave them#but thats not the case for me. my sisters might have suffered physical abuse but i was the 'lucky' one as the youngest and didn't have to g#through that#im just envious#i dont want to go to school but i also dont want to saty at hime either#since i dont have a bike not money i dont have the condition to be somewhere else#ugh. ik its typical for teenager wish that but it would be very nice if i got isekaid#at least i could have some freedom
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i wish i didnt have the worlds worst social anxiety
#im like damn why does no one talk to me. and then someone messages me and i never respond#i want people to reach out to me so bad and then i do everything i can to get them to leave me alone once they do.#bc im like. what do i SAY i feel like i have nothing interesting to talk about and no personality#bc nothing ever happens in my life. like im literally so uninteresting#and i dont even remember how to talk to people atp#idk how to navigate conversations#ive been isolated almost 24/7 for like 4 years#and its my own fault but i dont know wtf to do about it#its not like i can really go anywhere or do anything with no money or transportation#cant get a job or go to school with my physical and mental health issues rn#im just like . sitting here and rotting it feels like#i just want friends. but i also dont. because i am so fucking afraid of bothering people just by existing#ve.txt
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nerd!matt giving brat!reader head



100 follower special !!
warnings⊠oral (f receiving), matt the munch, soft dom!matt, swearing, slight degrading, hair pulling?, edging, pet names
my first actual smut fic, mb if its ass but enjoy
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âso if a dataset has a mean of 50 and a standard deviation of 5, what percentage of the data falls within one standard deviation of the mean?â matt asks.
you groan as you fling your head back. âmatt câmon, weâre not gettinâ anywhere with thisâ
âalright jusâ this one question.â matt says as he acknowledges your whines. matt was smart, like really smart, and it was noticeable to anybody who saw him.
the collared shirt, big glasses, and the awkward persona were enough to give it away.
âmattâ you complain. âweâve been at this for hours⊠can we just wrap it up? my brain isnt working anymore.â
âcâmon sweetheartâŠjust a couple more questions, weâve almost finished reviewing this unit.â he said, trying to get you to cram for your exam tomorrow.
âugh fine. one more questionâ you say, only agreeing because, truly, how could you say no to him?
minutes pass and all you begin to think about is the growing heat between your legs.
you uncomfortably try to adjust your legs to make it stop, but nothing works. you start to zone out, your mind racing with all the things the man in front of you should be doing.
sure, youâve noticed how stunning matt is, i mean you are âdatingâ him.
you look around his dorm to try and find anything else to focus on.
but his messy hair, shirt pulled up to see his veiny arms, and the raspy voice were enough to make a woman go wild.
âhellooo? y/n?â matt calls, causing you to snap out of your trance. âhey?â you respond.
âi asked you a question- youâre not listening are you.â he realizes.
âmatt âm sorry, but i just donât understand this and iâm so tiredâ you whine.
âsweetheart, you have your exams tomorrow. if you donât revise and study you wonât do your best on it.â he warns.
he knew you werenât the smartest person, well at least not compared to him, but he knew that it was probably your daddyâs money that got you a spot at a prestigious university.
âjust two more-â he starts, but notices the pout on your face and your crossed legs and chuckles.
âoh sweetheart, you couldnât even wait ten minutes for us to finish this?â he says, mumbling a small âpatheticâ before moving closer to you.
âplease mattâ you whine.
âplease what?â he smiles, his hand on your knee.
âpl-please touch meâ you pout, knowing he wasnât going to give in that easily.
âoh, you poor thingâ he coos with faux sympathy laced on his tongue.
he rubs a hand up and down your knee, your plaid skirt you wore to tease him now sliding up your thighs.
âfuck- matt donât teaseâŠâ you mewl, your arousal now practically dripping in between your legs.
he smirked at you, loving the way you reacted to the slightest touch and the simplest of words.
âtake this off fâme, yeah?â he basically whispers, running his hand over your skirt.
you do just that as he points over to the bed. âsitâ he commands.
youâre now sitting at the edge of the bed in your baby blue lingerie, waiting for matt to touch you.
he gets down on his knees, slowly kissing your now slightly shaking thighs.
your pussy aches for this man, wanting him to just touch you.
he slowly takes off your panties, disregarding them on the floor as he softly spreads open your legs.
he wraps your thighs around his head, looking up at you with those submissive ass eyes.
âmatt- please i need youâ you beg, your fingers intertwined in his brown locks.
he smiles at the amount of power he has over you, kissing your pussy before slowly licking your clit.
you slightly moan at the sudden pleasure, your mouth agape.
he continues this subtle yet effective movement, earning more and more moans from you.
he begins to lap his tongue around your hole, causing you to grab his hair.
his tongue moves faster and faster as your hips buck against his tongue.
âyâlike that sweetie?â matt asks, moving his tongue faster (if possible.)
âoh fuck- yes mattâ you whine, your brain foggy. âmâgonna cumâ
âah ah ahâ he tuts, stopping his movements. âiâll tell you when you can come dollâ
this only made you whine more, since you were used to getting your way.
âf-fuck matt⊠i canât take itâ âoh but yes you can doll. you practically begged for it, youâre gonna take it.â he commands.
you were a moaning mess on his bed. eyes rolled to the back of your head, legs shaking, and your hands gripping at matts hair in an attempt to make him go faster.
âh-holy shitâ you moan. âplease i need to cumâ
âhmm⊠have you been good?â he asks.
âyes⊠please mattâ you groan.
âatta girl, cum on my tongue babydollâ mattâs words, tongue, hands travelling your body, and piercing blue eyes were enough to send you over the edge.
you felt your body relax and the knot in your stomach snap as you released your arousal on his tongue.
âthis gonna help you ace your exam tomorrow?â matt asks jokingly, as you playfully smack his shoulder.
tessaâs notes⊠THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!! i truly didnât know how fast i could grow over the span of 3 months, but you all made it happen and iâm so grateful for every single one of youđ. guys i literally HATEEE writing smut so i do apologize if itâs terrible, js wanted to try smth different to express my gratitude for all of you !!!

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Heyyy could you maybe write some nam-gyu(player 124) fluff like hes only nice to you and otherwise cold so he doesnât seem week in front of the other players, thereâs barely any nam-gyu ficsđđ
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a/n i LOVED this idea so much i thought i would do headcannons instead so i can write more little scenarios and get more into it:3
<3 throughout his past promoting clubs he would try and act cool/nonchalant sometimes in a rude way with his customers and/or employees, and he learned acting that way left people wanting to learn more about what he was promoting/respect him more and so it ended up becoming like his work attitude in order to make his club events more successful. he explains all of this to you in the beginning of your relationship, reassuring you its just for the money and he doesn't actually stand by anything he says or does and wouldn't ever. when you join him at his promoting nights he would refuse to act that way to you even if it was in front of someone super important:3
<3 going off of the first one, i think nam-gyu would prefer that you don't come with him to any clubs. first mostly because he doesn't believe that that type of environment is super safe for you and he doesn't want to risk you doing any substances/getting addicted to anything; and because he doesn't want you to see how he acts in front of the people he's trying to get business from. he thinks that you're better than the type of people he hangs around those nights as well as he just doesn't think you to deserve to have to see that side of him!
<3 he is super soft and kind to you in private, ever since he met you he started to prefer that side of him and dislike the feeling of having a fake, boisterous personality in order to gain the respect of people he's trying to sell club tickets to. he's a lot more introverted and kind when the two of you are in private and he really starts to prefer staying in with you over going out all night.
<3 one of his favorite things is coming home to you after working and being able to completely abandon his day and everything that came with it and just be himself and relax with you. he absolutely melts into you and loves the energy you give off. lets you know how much it means to him everyday!
<3 he uses substances a lot to uphold his extroverted, cool guy persona because he eventually gets exhausted of all of the late nights pretending to be someone he isn't and finds that using is really helpful even though he knows its not a good thing. this is also something he begins to want to stop doing when he meets you:)
<3 he really wants to stop his club promoting life for a more simple life with you where he can just be himself and not do so much overextending, but worries that he wont be able to find a job that pays as much as promoting does for him. he wants to be able to spoil you and doesn't think it would be right for him not be able to do that financially. he doesn't want you to have to work at all unless you want to, let alone be anywhere near the breadwinner of the household.
<3 he ends up going to the games after hearing the prize amount because he sees it as like a forced detox in a way; like he'll be away from any substances and he wont have to deal with any promoting stuff, and then hed have the opportunity to make a ton of money for you.
<3 you also get the card and want to join the games in order to pay off both of your debts and have a decent start at a new life together. you agree to do it together and use the winnings to pay everything off and buy a nice house and even start like a little coffee shop together or something:)
<3 during the games his persona becomes a lot more amplified because instead of doing it for his promoting he's doing it for a ton of money as well as for the both of your survivals. he also starts going through withdrawal from the stress of the games as well as if he had been using before he went there. this adds to his motivation to fit in at all costs when he sees what thanos has in his cross necklace. he doesn't like that you have to witness any of this but he likes that it ensures your safety being part of thanos's group. he makes it clear to thanos that you're with him for the games and nothing can change that.
<3 he reassures you that his behavior with thanos is nothing more than his need to win the games for the two of you, as well as ensuring your safety within a group. he lowkey makes fun of him with you in secret to make you feel better!!
<3 he compartmentalizes the other players as just people in his way of providing you the life you deserve; that them losing is just the two of you getting closer to winning and safely going home. the pills help him a lot with this; he knows that humanity and kindness might ruin his chance of winning for you, and showing mercy for the other players would result in thanos loosing respect for him. he knows that sticking with him will be of great assistance in winning, and he'll do anything to preserve that unless its something to you.
<3 if thanos starts to say something gross or mean to you or about you, nam-gyu shuts that shit DOWNNN! but in a very calculated way to not make him question their allyship. he'll say something like "lets respect the ladies." trying to sound joke-y but still meaning it.
<3 during mingle that man does not let go of you for a single second. even if it means not going with thanos he lets his demeanor fall a bit if it ensures you stay with him and make it through the game.
<3 when the fighting breaks out he does whatever it takes to protect you. especially after getting them pillz from thanos he purposely loses all sense of feeling bad for his actions because it just insures your safety even further. before he does it he reassures you its for your safety and because he wants to give you the life you deserve, and he means it when he says he'll do anything to give you that. "please just trust me baby, this all for you. for us." he says to you as he leads you to safety before lights out. "if you need me call for me and ill be here. i love you."
<3 when you get scared during the games and in moments like that he allows his demeanor to soften even if people are watching him. he wouldn't want the last thing you remember him doing to be him not being himself and being sweet to you. se-mi notices but thinks its sweet, especially because shes doing the same thing as him; faking it to thanos to be in his group.
<3 inside and outside of the games all he wants to do is protect and provide for you and he would do whatever it takes<3
#squid game#squid game x reader#squid game s2#squid game season 2#nam gyu x reader#nam gyu squid game#thanos squid game#nam gyu#se mi#player 380#player 124
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Play With Fire - Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

Authors Note: Well, since we have officially been introduced to MCU Johnny Storm, here's a little one shot I wrote a month ago because I am absolutely feral for Johnny Storm. We don't know much about how he's going to be portrayed so, I used my imagination. I hope you enjoy!
PS: Smut is not my forte so I hope it's...satisfactory.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, contains adult content, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, smut, lots of fire puns (I'm not sorry or maybe I am), lots of yapping
Pairings: Johnny Storm x fem!reader
Word Count: 6k+
The glimmering lights of the charity gala bathed the New York skyline in golden hues, casting long shadows on the sleek, chrome surfaces decorating the event. The dĂ©cor was a striking blend of mid-century modern aestheticsâsmooth, flowing lines, geometric shapes, and vibrant colorsâreminiscent of a time when the future was just a few glamorous steps away and held a more optimistic approach.Â
You didnât want to be here but there you were, trapped in a sea of tuxedos and satin gowns, your fatherâs arm draped possessively over your shoulder like a shield. It had been his idea to bring you along, of course, a desperate attempt to put up a "family-first" front after the affair rumor hit the front pages of The New York Post a week ago.
You hated galas. You hated the small talk, the polite smiles, and the thinly veiled gossip that filled the air. You hated the way your fatherâs overbearing presence had turned the night into a performance, with you as the unwilling starlet.
âIâll only be a minute,â your father whispered to you, his fingers tightening around your arm in that way that said, donât move. âKeep a smile on your face. This is important. Our family needs this.â
You barely suppressed a groan, nodding stiffly before he was off, mingling with the city's elite. His eyes, always sharp, locked onto the wealthy faces around him, like a predator hunting for its next meal.
You took a deep breath, turning away from the throng of people, hoping for a moment of solitude. The jazz band played in the background, their smooth melodies swirling in the air. You found yourself in the back corner, near a large glass window overlooking the city.
A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped into the room, a confident swagger to his stride. Johnny Storm, better known to the world as the Human Torch, was hard to miss. His sharp blue eyes gleamed, his blonde hair tousled just enough to look casually effortless. He was, of course, dressed to the ninesâa sleek black suit that hugged his athletic frame and a white shirt that gleamed in the ambient evening lights.
You knew who he was. Everyone did. His exploits were plastered across every major newspaper and the tabloids couldnât get enough of his charisma and charm. He was a man of fire, literally and figuratively, the kind of person who seemed born for attention.
There was something different about him tonight. No flames. No flashy heroics. Just Johnny, looking slightly out of place amidst the formality of the gala.
You couldnât help but roll your eyes when he caught sight of you and flashed a grin, as if heâd spotted an old friend. âWell, well,â he said with a teasing smirk, his voice warm with amusement. âWhatâs a beautiful woman like you hiding in the corner all by herself? You look like you could use some company.â
You arched an eyebrow. âNot really,â you replied, crossing your arms as you leaned against the glass. âIâd rather be anywhere but here, to be honest.â
Johnnyâs grin faltered for a split second, then he chuckled. âYeah, I get that. These things can be a pain. All the smiles and the handshakes and small talk.â He leaned against the wall next to you, hands in his pockets. âYouâre not here for the free drinks, then?â
You shook your head. âMy father dragged me here. He thinks itâll fix... everything.â You waved vaguely toward the sea of tuxedos and gowns. âBut you know how it isâpeople with money canât stand to be seen as anything less than perfect.â
âYeah,â Johnny said, his tone thoughtful, as he glanced around. âI get the pressure. I mean, being a public figure comes with a lot of... expectations.â He flashed a grin, a little wry. âYouâd be surprised how many charity galas Iâve attended for reasons that had nothing to do with actual charity.â
You gave him a skeptical look. âYou? I wouldâve guessed you'd be more of a âsave the day, destroy the bad guysâ type.â
Johnny laughed, his expression softening as he pushed off the wall and stepped a little closer. âThatâs mostly me, but tonight⊠tonight Iâm just Johnny. No fire. No superpowers. Just a guy whoâs probably as uncomfortable as you are.â He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. âYou know, I was thinking about ditching this whole thing and heading to a dive bar. Could be more fun. You in?â
Your lips twitched upward. âIâm supposed to be here for my father. This whole thingâs a mess.â
Johnny shrugged. âTell you what then. When your fatherâs done playing the âperfect familyâ game, Iâll swing by and whisk you away for some real fun. In the meantime, if you ever need a distraction, just holler for me, doll. Iâm pretty good at getting people out of awkward situations.â
You met his gaze, amused and a little skeptical, but something about his laid-back confidence and easy charm made the idea tempting. "I'll keep that in mind," you said, your voice softer now.
Johnnyâs eyes flickered over to the crowd for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. âYouâre probably sick of being the center of attention,â he said quietly. âI get it. Sometimes you just need a break from all the... stuff.â
You gave a short, quiet laugh. âIf only it were that easy.â
Johnnyâs grin returned, this time a little softer, more genuine. âWell, if you need a superhero to make your night a little less superficial, you know where to find me.â
Before you could respond, he turned with a wink, slipping back into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of well-dressed faces.
You stayed where you were for a while longer, the sound of the gala and the distant jazz playing in the background. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, was one of the last people youâd ever expect to feel any kind of kinship with, but for a few moments, heâd made you feel a little less trapped in the fake world your father had built around you.
And in a night full of forced smiles and shallow conversation, that small bit of genuine connection felt like a flicker of light in a sea of cold steel and polished chrome.
The gala was starting to wind down. The last glasses of champagne had been sipped, the tables cleared, and the final whispers of forced pleasantries echoed through the room. Yet, despite the event nearing its end, the energy hadnât quite shifted. The jazz band had given way to a recorded trackâa gritty, energetic tune that you instantly recognized.
"Play With Fire" by The Rolling Stones.
The heavy, seductive beat reverberated through the room, slinking through the air with a raw, untamed edge. It was unexpected. Unusual for a place that so carefully curated its atmosphere with smiles and good intentions. But there it wasâone of the most rebellious songs of the time, now lacing the air, intoxicating and dangerous.
Somehow, as if it were fate, amidst the sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns, Johnny Storm appeared again, walking toward you like he had some kind of magnetic pull.
He flashed you a smile, his eyes gleaming under the cool, metallic lighting, his posture still effortless and relaxed despite the formality of the event. âDidnât think theyâd play this here,â he said, nodding toward the speakers, his voice amused. âI mean, talk about ruining the mood.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the deep growl of the guitar riff matching the beat of your heart. "Definitely not the kind of song you'd expect at a gala like this."
Johnny tilted his head slightly, the mischievous grin never leaving his face. âYou know what? Iâve got an idea.â Without waiting for your response, he extended a hand toward you, a playful gleam in his eyes. âDance with me.â
Your first instinct was to refuse. You werenât in the mood for any more attention, and honestly, you didnât dance. However, something about Johnny's easy confidence and charms, the casual way he dared you to step out of the perfectly controlled lines of this polished world, made you hesitate.
He wasnât asking for anything extravagant, not some perfect ballroom spin or rehearsed routine. He was just... offering a moment.
For a heartbeat, you just stared at him. And then, as the chorus of âPlay With Fireâ blasted louder, you shrugged and took his hand. "Alright, Mr. Storm. Letâs see what youâve got."
His grin spread even wider as he gently pulled you toward the center of the floor. The room seemed to narrow around you. Those who had been murmuring and sipping champagne suddenly halted as they took in the scene.Â
But you didnât care. Not now.
Johnnyâs hand rested lightly on your waist, his other still holding yours as the two of you moved together. The pulse of the song matched your quickening heartbeat, and, for once, you didnât mind the eyes on you.
The music seemed to speak to both of you, something unrestrained and recklessâsomething wild that had been suppressed by all the proper rules of society. Johnnyâs movements were smooth, fluid, and effortless. He had the confidence of a man who knew exactly how to make the world bend to his will, and yet, somehow, his presence didnât feel as overwhelming as you would assume.
You stepped in time with him, your own body moving with a freedom you hadnât expected. The lyrics about temptation and fire seemed to mirror the electrifying pull between you. There was something present that was dangerous but exhilarating. Forbidden but impossible to resist.
You looked up at him, half in surprise, half in something else you couldnât quite name. His eyes flickered back to you, almost searching, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable. No, it was more like he was giving you the space to decide just how far you'd go, how far you'd let this wild, reckless moment carry you.
âYou know,â Johnny said as he guided you through a slow turn, his voice low, âthey say if you play with fire, youâre bound to get burned.â
You raised an eyebrow, the edges of your lips curling upward. "You know what they say about fire, right?" you teased, spinning under his arm. "It can warm you up just as easily as it can scorch you."
He gave you a roguish wink, pulling you close again as the song picked up speed. âI guess weâll find out, wonât we?â
The world around you seemed to fade away as the music built in intensity. The room, the gala, the whispersâeverything was irrelevant in that moment. All that existed was the two of you moving in sync to the rhythm, bodies close, the heat of his touch igniting a spark in you that you hadnât expected.
The song surged toward its climax, the pounding drums pushing the beat faster, wilder. Johnnyâs hand slipped lower to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and the space between you vanished entirely. You could feel the heat of him. His body was a living furnace against yours, the friction of his energy igniting something within you, something that had always been held in check by the carefully constructed life youâd been forced to live.
You danced like you were both on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the line between control and surrender. Johnnyâs laugh was infectious as he spun you one last time, a wild, unrestrained sound that made you realize how much youâd been holding back all night. He twirled you back into his arms, the song roaring in your ears as you laughed.Â
The moment lingered there, suspended in time. A brief but intense escape from the world youâd known.
When the final notes of "Play With Fire" echoed through the room, you stood there, breathless and laughing softly, your heart pounding in your chest.
âWell,â Johnny said, grinning down at you like a devil. âI think weâre both burned.â
You caught your breath, a little dizzy from the rush but you didnât mind. âYeah. Maybe. But it was worth it.â
He gave you a knowing look, eyes full of something that was both playful and... something more. He was the Human Torch, but in that moment, he wasnât just fire. He was a spark that could have burned everything or lit a whole new path.Â
And maybe, for the first time all night, you felt like you were standing on the edge of something that wasnât entirely out of your control.
Johnny winked, lowering his head so his lips were resting at the crest of your ear, his voice just above a whisper. âSometimes, the best part about playing with fire is the burn.â
You smiled, feeling the heat of it in every fiber of your being. You hadnât expected to find anything real tonight, but then again, you hadnât expected to dance with a superhero to this song either. It was dangerous. Reckless.
It felt like freedom. That was the best part of it all.Â
The last notes of "Play With Fire" still echoed in your ears, even though the beat had long since faded, replaced by the hum of a million voices, all of them too eager to return to the business of looking perfect.
You had somehow ended up on the edge of the dance floor, your breath still uneven, your pulse racing from more than just the rhythm of the music. Johnny stood beside you, his smile more subdued now, a knowing glint in his eyes as if he understood that something in you had shiftedâsomething you hadnât expected to feel tonight. The dance had been reckless, free, but the moment youâd stepped back, the world around you had tried to pull you back into place.
His presence, however, still felt like a spark. An electricity you didnât want to let go of. Not yet.Â
âWell,â Johnny said, his voice quieter now, the earlier mischievous tone replaced with something a little softer. âThat was fun.â
You shot him a look, half-amused, half-skeptical. âFun? You could say that again.â Your laugh was a little more breathless than you intended, but you didnât care. It felt good to be this... unfolded for once.
âYou know,â he continued, stepping just a little closer, the heat of his body still too tempting, âthe night doesnât have to end here. Thereâs a spot⊠a little hidden place I go to when I need a break from all this.â He gestured toward the glittering ballroom, the clinking of glasses and forced chatter drifting in the background. âItâs up on the rooftop. Private. Quiet. I think youâd like it.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach. Of course, Johnny Storm had a âprivate spotâ for everything. He was, after all, the Human Torchâeffortless, smooth, always in control. However, there was something about the way he said it, about the quiet invitation in his voice that made it hard to ignore. Maybe you did want to escape the fake smiles and phony pleasantries.
You glanced toward the entrance of the ballroom, where your father was still busy shaking hands with some benefactor from the event, lost in his world of polished deals. You hadnât been looking forward to more of that tonight.
A part of you, the part that had spent so long just trying to keep things together, felt that pull. You needed to break free, even if just for a moment. And another part of you? The part that had danced with Johnny, felt his heat like an actual flare against your skin? That part wanted to see where this could go.
âFuck it,â you said, your voice quieter than you expected. âLead the way..â
Johnnyâs grin returned, the familiar flash of confidence lighting up his face. Without another word, he took your hand, guiding you through the crowd with a smoothness that barely made anyone notice. His fingers curled gently around yours, warm, sure, the touch casual yet intentional. It was like he knew exactly how to move in this worldâhis worldâwhile making it feel like it was all about you in that moment.
You followed him through a door to the back of the venue, into a dimly lit corridor that led to a discreet elevator. Johnny pressed the button without a word, his eyes briefly meeting yours. There was something unspoken between you two, something that felt like it had been building without either of you realizing it.
The elevator ride was quick, almost too quick, and when the doors slid open, you stepped out onto the rooftop.
The air hit you first, the cool night breeze sweeping through the garden, carrying the scent of the city mixed with something sweet and floral. It was a sharp contrast to the glossy, manufactured world of the gala below. Here, on the private rooftop, everything felt different. The towering buildings of Manhattan stretched in all directions, but above, it was quieter. More intimate.
Johnny led you through the garden, where lush greenery contrasted against the stark steel and glass of the city around you. The lights here were soft, golden, hidden beneath the plants, casting just enough light to make the space feel almost like a dream. The far-off hum of the city was muted here, and the distant skyline stretched like a canvas of muted lights.
âThis is⊠nice,â you murmured, taking it all in. The silence, the peace, the fact that for a moment, you werenât anywhere but right here with Johnny. No cameras, no whispers, no obligations.
âI come up here when I need a break from the chaos,â Johnny said, his voice quieter now, matching the serenity of the space. He stopped beside a stone bench, and you both stood for a moment, taking in the view together. âSometimes itâs good to just⊠get away. I donât know about you, but tonight felt like I needed to breathe.â
You nodded, feeling the truth of that. The gala had been suffocating in its own way. Full of too many expectations, too many eyes watching. Too much of your fatherâs mask.
Johnny leaned against the edge of a low wall, hands in his pockets, his body slightly turned toward you. His eyes, usually so full of energy and fire, seemed softer in the dim light of the rooftop garden. âI wasnât sure youâd actually come up here,â he admitted with a small smile. âMost people arenât exactly keen on leaving the spotlight. But I like that you did.â
You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the rush from the dance still lingered, making it hard to keep your calm exterior. âWhat can I say? I needed a change of scenery. I guess you could say you have a way of making people want to step out of their comfort zone. Besides, the spotlight isnât my thing. Never was.â
He chuckled, and there was a genuine warmth to it. âI donât know if itâs me, or just that sometimes you need someone who isnât afraid to break the rules.â
You met his eyes again and for a moment, it felt like the world around you had gone still. The wind was the only thing moving, brushing through your hair and ruffling Johnnyâs shirt just slightly. And yet, there was an electricity between you two, quiet but undeniable.
âYouâre a rule breaker, huh?â you asked, your voice low and teasing.
Johnnyâs smile turned a little more wicked, that familiar mischief lighting up his face again. âMaybe,â he said, pushing off from the wall and stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. âMaybe itâs just that⊠sometimes the rules are there to be bent.â
He was close now, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the same heat that had burned so bright on the dance floor. His presence was magnetic, inescapable, and you had to fight the urge to step closer to him.
âWell, I think youâve already set my night on fire,â you said, voice a little breathless.
Johnny didnât say anything in response. Instead, he took another step closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. His touch was electric, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.
You could feel the tension building between youâevery heartbeat, every breath. The city below, the skyline, and the quiet garden was all just background noise now.
âMaybe we should just let the night burn then,â Johnny said softly, his voice deep and seductive, like he was speaking just for you.Â
You didnât know what you were stepping into, but right then, under the stars with Johnny Storm, you didnât need to. You let go of the last of your reservations.
And for the first time tonight, you let the fire take you.
Johnny was close, closer than youâd expected. His presence, that electric heat that never quite seemed to dissipate, was undeniable. His eyes were on you, dark and steady, but there was something different in them now. There was now something softer, more deliberate than the playful energy that had defined their banter earlier in the night.
You stood beside him, heart racing, mind whirling. The dance had been the first spark, the moment when something unexpected flickered between you. But now? The air felt thick with unspoken words, each one hanging in the space between you like a slow-burning fuse.
âYou know,â Johnny said, his voice low and surprisingly serious, âI donât come up here often with anyone. Itâs usually just me and the stars, you know? The chaos gets too loud sometimes. But tonight⊠Tonight it feels different.â
Your heart skipped a beat. He wasnât talking about the view or the quiet of the rooftop anymore. He was talking about you. Something about his tone, about the way his words wrapped around you, sent a shiver down your spine. The fire in him had shifted. The flippant hero, always surrounded by chaos and light, was now speaking softly, his words like an invitation, a promise.
âI get that,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âThis is nice. Peaceful. I could see why you wouldnât want to share it.â
Johnny took a half-step closer, the space between you narrowing until his breath was warm on your face. His blue eyesâthose beautiful stormy, electric eyesâsearched yours like he was looking for permission, or maybe waiting for you to make the first move. The gravity between you was palpable, magnetic. Everything else faded into the background. All that mattered was the two of you standing there, in the heart of the rooftop garden, this space between chaos and quiet.
âYeah,â Johnny said, his lips curving into a slow, unsteady smile. âIâve been thinking... maybe Iâm the kind of guy who can burn things down and fly, but I also know when itâs time to stop and just... feel. Not many people know that about me.â
His words wrapped around you like a firestorm, the heat of them sinking deep into your chest. It was too much and yet it was everything youâd been craving all night. No pretense. No walls. Just the raw pull of the moment, the intensity that was flaring between you two like a flame in the dark.
With no more hesitation, Johnnyâs hand lifted, slow but sure, as though he was asking for permission even now. His fingers brushed against your cheek, warm and light, his touch like a spark against your skin. His thumb traced the line of your jaw, the touch so intimate that it made your breath hitch.
âYou donât have to worry,â he murmured, his voice low, just for you. âI wonât burn you.â
You swallowed, your own breath a little shaky. Something wild had taken hold of you, some primal urge that told you not to hold back. You stepped into him, closing the last of the distance between you.
âIâm not afraid of getting burned,â you said, your voice a little hoarse.Â
Johnnyâs eyes flickered with something hot, something unrestrained. And then, without another word, he pulled you toward him, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that matched the fire he carried inside. The kiss was everything youâd imagined and more urgent, intense, full of heat, yet strangely soft. His lips were warm, the taste of him a mixture of whiskey and something electric, something undeniably him.
His hands slid to your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the warmth of him. His body. His energy. It surged through you like a live wire. You kissed him back, your own hands rising to tangle in his hair, feeling the wild heat of his touch consume you, like he was setting a fire inside you that you didnât know how to extinguish.
For a moment, there was nothing but the heat of the kiss, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats echoing through your chest. The world had fallen away. There were no rumors, no expectations, no father or gala or fake smiles. There was only the two of you, locked in this perfect, intoxicating moment, a kiss that felt like it could burn down the whole city and leave nothing but the ashes.
When you pulled back, just for a breath, Johnnyâs eyes were darker than before, smoldering with something that went deeper than the fire he controlled. His chest rose and fell with each breath, but he didnât step away. Instead, his forehead leaned against yours, and he whispered your name, like it was a secret heâd been dying to share.
You couldnât help but smile, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your chest pressed against his. There was a quiet calm in you now, something that had been absent the entire night. Something that told you, even with all the fire and heat, maybe this was just the beginning.
âMaybe youâre more than just fire, Johnny Storm,â you whispered back. âMaybe youâre something a little softer. Less dangerous than you put on. Fire can be beautiful too. Itâs not always destructive.â
Johnnyâs laugh was low, his lips brushing against yours in a quick, gentle kiss before he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. âMaybe,â he said, voice teasing but tender, âbut I still have a few flames left to share.â
As the night stretched on, with the soft breeze swirling around you and the city still pulsing below, you knew one thing for certain: there was no going back. Not after this. Not after the fire had burned so bright between you.
You werenât sure you even wanted to go back.
The city lights below flickered like a sea of stars, but up there on the rooftop, the night felt different. The soft hum of the wind moving through the plants, all of it was a contrast to the tension crackling between you and Johnny. The kiss youâd shared earlier hadnât been enoughâit was only the beginning of something more. Something you couldnât quite control.
You needed more.Â
Johnny stood close to you. Too close. But you didnât want him to step back. His scent lingered in the air around you, a mix of the fresh outdoors and something smoky, something undeniably him. His eyes, dark and electric, never left yours, and every beat of your heart seemed to echo between you. His lips were slightly parted, his breath shallow, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.
âDonât look at me like that, baby,â Johnny says breathlessly. âYouâre playing with fire.â
You felt a thrill run through you at the words. Everything about him. From his cocky grin, the edge of danger in his voice, the way his body practically hummed with heat⊠He was irresistible. You tilted your head slightly, daring him with a soft smile.
âI think youâre the one who started the fire, Johnny,â you said, your voice low, teasing. It wasnât a challenge, not exactly, but it felt like one all the same. Something between the two of you had shifted and now there was no going back.
Johnny took a step closer, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. You could feel the air between you thickening, crackling with an energy you hadnât known you craved until now. His hand reached for you, slow and deliberate, but he didnât touch you just yet. Instead, his fingers hovered near your waist, the slightest of touches, making you ache for more.
âYou sure you can handle it?â Johnny murmured, his voice almost playful, but there was an underlying intensity in his words.
You swallowed, your pulse racing. âYouâre the one whoâs burning up,â you whispered, taking a small step forward, closing the last bit of distance between you.
Your pulse quickens at Johnny's bold words, your breath catching in her throat. You look up at him through hooded lashes, your heart racing in anticipation.Â
âIs that a promise or a threat?â you ask, you voice barely above a whisper. With a sudden burst of courage, you wrap your arms around Johnny's neck, pulling him flush against your body. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the cool night air.Â
âBecause either way, I'm willing to take the risk,â you confess, your lips hovering tantalizingly close to his. You close the final distance, pressing your mouth to Johnny's in a searing kiss. Your tongue darts out, teasing the seam of his lips before delving inside to tangle with his.
Johnny groans into the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist to pull her tighter against him. He returns your passion with equal fervor, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duel. The taste of you is intoxicating, and he drinks it greedily, lost in the heady rush of desire. Breaking the kiss, Johnny trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the cold stone wall. The hard planes of his body molded perfectly against your body. Johnny grinds his hips into yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.
âTell me you want this,â Johnny said breathlessly, his intense gaze on you.
You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pins you against the wall. The rough texture of the stone contrasts sharply with the heat of Johnny's body, making you acutely aware of every point of contact.
âYes, God yes,â you moan, your hips bucking against his in a desperate bid for friction. âI want this. Burn me alive, Mr. Storm.â
Your words are punctuated by a series of urgent kisses, your mouth seeking out Johnny's with a hunger that borders on desperation. Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his suit. You want to tear the fabric away, to expose the man beneath and claim him as your own.
âThat's the spirit,â Johnny praises, his voice thick with lust. He captures your lips again, devouring you with a primal intensity that leaves you breathless and wanting more. His hands roam freely over your curves, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Johnny slips a hand beneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the lace of your panties before pushing them aside to delve into your slick heat. Johnny groans, his thumb finding your clit and starts rubbing it in slow, tortuous circles. âYou're so wet for me already. I can't wait to taste you.âÂ
With a swift motion, Johnny rips open your dress, the fabric ripping with ease. He palms your bare breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they pebble under his touch.Â
âYou're perfect,â he rasps, leaning in to capture a pert bud between his teeth.
You cry out, you back arching as Johnny teases your sensitive nipples. The sensation of his hot mouth on your skin sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, making you throb around his invading fingers. âOh fuck, Johnny!â you gasp, your hips grinding wildly against his hand. âDon't stop, pleaseâŠâÂ
Lost in the haze of desire, you fumble with the fastenings of Johnny's trousers, desperate to free his straining erection. You need to feel him. All of him. As if reading your mind, Johnny relieves you of the task, swiftly shedding his pants and underwear. His cock springs free, thick and pulsing with need. You wrap your hand around it, stroking the velvety length with reverence.
A hoarse cry tears from your throat as Johnny thrusts inside you completely, stretching your inner walls to their limit. The sudden intrusion triggers a wave of intense pleasure that courses through your veins, leaving you trembling and breathless.
âJohnny... oh god, yes!â you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjust to his size. You start to roll your hips, experimenting with the delicious friction as Johnny remains still inside you. The sensation of his hot, hard length nestled deep within your core is almost overwhelming, stoking the flames of your desire to new heights. Impatient to move, you clench your inner muscles around Johnny's cock, urging him to start thrusting. âPlease, Johnny,â you beg, your voice husky with need.
Johnny's restraint snaps at your pleading and he begins to move, setting a relentless pace that has you crying out in ecstasy. Each powerful thrust drives him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the night air.Â
âYou're so damn tight,â Johnny growls, his eyes locked on your face as he watches you come undone beneath him. âI can feel every inch of you milking my cock. Itâs driving me crazy.â
He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you with increasing ferocity. The rooftop garden blurs around them, replaced by a world consisting solely of heat, hunger, and the primal urge to claim and be claimed. Johnny breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin.Â
âCome for me, baby,â Johnny mutters into your neck, panting as he kept up with his relenting pace. âCome for me.â
The combination of his rough treatment and the unrelenting rhythm of his thrusts pushes you closer to the edge. Your inner walls begin to flutter and clench, signaling your impending climax. You wrap your legs tightly around Johnny's waist, locking your ankles behind his back to draw him impossibly deeper.Â
âJohnny, I'm gonnaâ!â you scream as the first waves of an orgasm crash over you, your pussy spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. The intense pleasure is almost too much to bear, sending you hurtling into a maelstrom of bliss. Through the haze of your release, you feel Johnny's movements become erratic, his thrusts growing shorter and more urgent.
Johnny's grip on you tightens as he feels your pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock for all it's worth. The sensation of your clenching walls and the sound of your ragged breathing spur him on, driving him to new heights of pleasure.
âThat's it, baby, squeeze my cock,â Johnny grunts, his hips snapping forward in short, brutal strokes. âYou're mine, all mine.âÂ
With a final, guttural roar, Johnny buries himself to the hilt and erupts, painting your insides with his hot seed. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over him, his vision blurring as he loses himself in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. As the aftershocks subside, Johnny collapses against you, his weight pinning you against the wall.
Breathless and sated, you cradle Johnny's face in your hands, gazing up at him with adoring eyes.Â
âThat was... incredible,â you whisper, your voice trembling with residual pleasure. You run your fingers through his hair, marveling at the way his heated skin seems to glow in the moonlight. The intimacy of the moment, coupled with the lingering effects of their passion, leaves you feeling vulnerable yet deeply connected to Johnny. âI've never felt anything like that before,â you confess, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and wonder.
Johnny's chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. He's still buried inside you, their bodies intimately entwined. The sensation of your warmth wrapped around him is almost too much to bear.
âYou're something else,â Johnny murmurs, his voice low and husky. âI knew from the moment I saw you that you were trouble, but fuck, I wouldn't trade this for anything.âÂ
He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, and sees the same awe and vulnerability reflected back at him. It's a moment of raw honesty, stripped of pretenses and societal expectations. Johnny brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle compared to the fierce passion they just shared.
Your heart swells at Johnny's words, your soul feeling as if it's been set ablaze by the intensity of their connection. You reach up to frame his face, your thumbs stroking his cheekbones as you search his gaze.Â
âIt was a good reprieve from all the formalities,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers trace the contours of his jawline, marveling at both the strength and unexplored tenderness etched into his features.
Johnny nods, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.Â
âYeah, definitely a nice distraction from all the pomp and circumstance,â he leans in, capturing your mouth in a tender, exploratory kiss. It's a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy that preceded it, but no less potent in its own way. When Johnny finally breaks apart, he rests his forehead against yours once more, his breath mingling with yours. âI should probably get you back downstairs before anyone misses you.â Â
Despite the practicality of the situation, neither you nor Johnny make a move to disengage. The moment stretches on, heavy with unspoken promises and the knowledge that their lives will soon return to their usual trajectories.
You sigh softly, the sound caught between your lips as you reluctantly pull away from Johnny's embrace. The sudden chill of the night air against your overheated skin is a jarring reminder of the world beyond this hidden alcove.
âYes, we shouldâŠâ Your voice trails off as you gaze up at him, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow across his face. There's a bittersweet quality to the moment, a sense of longing for something that may never come to be. âBut what if I donât want to?âÂ
Johnny's eyes flash with a hint of mischief at your words, a devilish grin spreading across his face.Â
âThen we stay up here all night and let the world keep spinning without us.â
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I really loved your yandere cowboy OC idea (Jamie) and is it possible to ask for a part 2 or something? You have me hookedđ
My Fancy Lady

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đ Pairing. Yandere! Cowboy x City Girl! Reader
đ Warning(s). slight yandere themes, subtle jealousy from reader, overall just lovey-dovey though.
đ Format, word count. Scenario, 2.2k words
đ Synopsis. You're returning to your home back in the city, but you wouldn't dare go without your precious cowboy.
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
Jamie wasn't one for small talkâ'less it was his woman doin' the talkin'. So, nights like this? Big olâ fancy affairs? They werenât his scene. Heâd rather be anywhere else, maybe takin' on some honest work in town or catchin' a rodeo a few miles out. Hell, anything that didnât have him stuffed into this stiff suit, collar chokin' him half to death.
But, reckon he had it cominâ. You get yourself tangled up with a city girl, and suddenly you're wearinâ city clothes, trailed by folks who donât know a lick about good, hard work. He couldn't help but stay close, though. With a pretty thing like you on his arm, he had to be. Men were wolves in these parts, sneakin' glances like theyâd never seen a woman beforeâespecially one who wasnât theirs to look at. Made him chuckle under his breath. "What a damn shame."
Jamie stood across the ballroom, leaned up against the wall, one foot crossed over the other. He couldâve gone and greeted your folks, but Lord, your mama was a spitfireâfiring off questions quicker than he could answer. He respected her, sure, and your pa too, but heâd rather keep what was left of his sanity. Just takin' in the sight of this place made his pockets ache.
Chandeliers dangled high above like crystal-studded stars, throwing soft light around the room. Gilded columns lined the walls, polished up so fine they seemed to look down on everybody else here. Tapestries hung alongside big, expensive-lookin' paintingsâprobably worth more than his whole ranch. The floor? It was slick as a lake after rain, shiny enough heâd bet a nickel it could trip even the steadiest cowboy.
Then there were the folks. Struttinâ around like proud peacocks, laughin' in polished tones that came off a little too uppity for his taste. Colors swirled around himâreds as bold as a fight, blues like icy temptationâcolors he'd never even seen before danced across the floor. Reminded him a little of berries and fresh tomatoes, and just the thought got a chuckle outta him.
Heâd never fit into this world, but it didnât stop him from admirinâ its quirks now and then. Even so, this whole scene was like a country mile from his real life. He was just as sure heâd turn you into a cowgirl one day, but until then, he could appreciate the wonders of what money could do, even if he wouldnât spend his hard-earned cash like this.
But there was one bright spot in all this: you.
There you were, right in the center of it all, falling into familiar voices and easy laughter. This was your world, and you looked like you belonged in it, talkin' to faces from your past who sized up the man beside you with curious glances. And yet, you smiled at them allâgood and bad. Weren't you just the sweetest thing.
The cowboy stands across the ballroom, leaning against the wall, one foot tucked over the other. It's not that he didn't want to greet your folks, but your mama was a spitfire â hammering the two of you with more questions than he can count. He loved her, and your pa too, but he'd rather keep the last piece of his sanity tucked in his belt.
High society folks rubbed him wrong. Spoiled sons and daughters whoâd had everything handed to 'em, struttin' through life without a lick of sense about hard work. Obnoxious, entitled, without a care for anyone who hadnât grown up just like them. Jamie couldnât stand it.
Yet somehow, out of all the men you coulda chosen, you picked him. What a thief, he thought with a quiet chuckle, his dark gaze never leavin' your face.
Course, he wasnât all that innocent eitherâheâd done his damnedest to pull you away from this pampered life, wanted to whisk you off to the country, to his life, his world. And heâd caught you, good and proper. But that didnât stop him from feelin' that familiar heat, the sharp taste of blood on his tongue from biting back the urge to snap at every wolf eyein' you tonight.
âDon't make a scene,â he murmured to himself like a man clingin' to a thin thread of patience.
Heâd be lyinâ if he said he didnât want you all to himself. Seein' you wrapped up in those fine silks, hair swept back in that way you liked best, lips painted in a soft color that made you glow... God, he wanted you. If he had it his way, youâd be in worn-out jeans, maybe one of his old flannels, smellin' of him and the wide open fields.
But he couldnât tell you no. You hadnât seen your family in months, and it just about broke his heart to see you so homesick. Jamie ain't one to go on about his old man, but if he learned one thing, it was this: happy wife, happy life. And you may not be his wife just yet, but he planned on changin' that real soon.
So to hell with all these other women, these high-class dames flittin' around the room. He didnât care one bit about their money or their flirtin' glances. Jamie toyed with the silver pendant around his neck, tappin' his boot in time to the music.
Just then, a young woman drifted up, not much older than you, lips red as blood and curving into a sly smile. âExcuse me, sir,â she purred, âwould you like toââ
âIâd be careful, sugar,â he cut in smooth, twirlin' his whiskey glass. âMy wife fights. And I'd rather not see you back at your surgeonâs tonight.â
A crooked grin played on his lips as he raised his glass to his lips, his eyes catchin' yours across the room. There was only one woman he wanted on his arm, and she was wearin' a ring that matched his own.
You never thought you'd see him in a suit before your wedding, but it was quite the surprise â a pleasant one, at that.
Standing there in front of you, Jamie looked like heâd stepped right out of a magazine. Broad-shouldered, lean muscle wrapped in a midnight suit that clings just right, standing out among the tailored suits and smooth accents. The crisp white dress shirt only made his deep auburn hair look richer, slicked back smooth with every curl in place, and those dimples peeked out just as he caught you staring. His boots clack as he shifts, whiskey swirling in his hand, that silver band on his ring finger catching the glint of the chandelier. The sight of it alone sends any would-be admirer scuttling off with barely a second glance. Heâs your plus one for the night, and the whole room knows it.
When he smiles, thereâs a glint of trouble in his eyes, and those dimplesâwell, they could make even the stiffest folks around here swoon. He looks like the kind of man who just barely tolerates a tie, tugging at it with a smirk whenever he catches your gaze, as if to say, âYou really think all this makes me any fancier?â
Heâs still Jamie through and through: rugged under all that polish, with a bit of a roguish streak he could never quite hide. And tonight, even though heâs dressed up to meet your family and stand in this world of chandeliers and silk dresses, heâs every bit the man you fell forâcharmingly untamed, with a quiet confidence that makes you weak in the knees.
Your friends try to pull you into old stories and polite gossip, but your eyes keep drifting back to him. Jamieâs gaze is steady, unwavering, as though he has little interest in the things around him. Thereâs a hint of a smirk playing at his lips every time he catches you staring, his dimples deepening, and that mischievous glint in his dark, loving eyes. You know that look too well. Itâs possessive, fiercely protective, as if heâs daring anyone to even think about taking his bride-to-be.
The more you look at him, the more it pains you to look away. You try to play it cool, but he knows you too wellâknew what to say, when to say it, and how to say it. It leaves you with thoughts from earlier in the day, making your knees weak all over again.
âMy, my, he cleans up rather nicely,â a warm, familiar voice whistles beside you. âDonât you agree, dear?â You jump, blinking back into the present, only to find your mother smiling knowingly.
âDistracted?â she teases, twirling you around to face her, an amused smile etched onto her red lips.
She glides past the group of dazzling damsels, fanning herself as she casts an appreciative glance toward Jamie. âLord, honey,â she whispers in your ear, amused. âIf heâs not about the most handsome thing Iâve ever seenâand the way he looks at you? Itâs like heâs afraid the floor might steal you away.â
You laugh, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, but her words are truer than she knows. Jamie tips his glass toward you from across the room, raising it in a silent toast. Thereâs something soft in his expressionâa flicker of mirth in his dark eyes.
You almost let them drown you, submerge you in their warmth. If not for the grating sound to your left.
"Who might that be?"
"I haven't seen him around."
"Should I ask him for a dance?"
"Do you think he's spoken for?"
"Of course, look at the jewel on his finger!"
"I quite fancy him. Shall I pursue him anyways?"
"Oh, how shameful~!"
Some of the girls here are looking his wayâof course, they are. Jamie has that rugged charm, like he was carved out of southern dirt and bathed in the evening sun, with the wild confidence of a man who knows heâs got nothing to prove. His auburn hair, slicked back in a style that both respects the occasion and still says heâs a cowboy first, gives him a sharp, roguish look thatâs almost out of place here, like a tiger in a cage.
But despite the glances, the obnoxious remarks, no one dares approach him. The way his eyes follow you, even from a distance, says more than words ever could. He isnât here to be seen; heâs here for you.
Yet, it doesnât make it any easier to hold your tongue. Youâve hosted these parties since the age of fourteen and know how people behave hereâtheir promiscuous ways, and the men who canât help but leer. High-class harlots looking for any man to pounce on, taken or not. Greasy men following womenâs every move, provoked or not. You remember too well. This was the yearly matchmaking party hosted by four of the wealthiest families in the city, your family being one of them. It wouldnât look good if you didnât attend the event your household had built its reputation around.
You knew Jamie would settle on keeping to himself, yet you hadnât thought your rugged companion would be the talk of the party. That alone makes the joy blossoming in your chest wilt. For once, it feels as though he isnât just your fiancĂ©, but everyoneâs. Of course, you want everyone to love him as much as you doâbut without undressing him with their winged eyes.
Just then, Jamie makes his way over, his familiar smirk making your heart skip a beat. âSugar,â he says, poking the soft flesh of your cheek, his eyes gleaming with a familiar, mischievous warmth. When he finally makes his way back to you, he tips his drink up, raising a brow. âSugarplum.â
His words go in one ear and out the other, turning fuzzy and static as they pass through your mind. A deep frown settles at the corners of your lips as exasperation bubbles over.
âJamie, stop it!â you huff, swatting his hands away. âYouâll ruin my makeup, you damn brute.â
âYeah, yeahâŠâ he murmurs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. But he doesnât bother moving his hand from the top of your head, his fingers gently brushing through your hair as if daring you to protest again. You turn away, cheeks flushed, doing your best to regain the poise you usually wear like a crown.
Jamie notices the pout you're trying to hide, his lips curling in amusement. For all your princess-like composure, youâre showing more than you realize tonight. He leans down, his voice low and teasing.
âDonât pout, pumpkin. Fix your face.â
You glare up at him, crossing your arms, but he just chuckles, reaching for your hand. Before you can react, he pulls you closer, his grip firm yet careful, as if he were holding something precious.
âRemember, Sugar,â he murmurs, giving your kiss a long, playful smooch. MUAH! âYouâre the main character.â
With a playful glint in his eye, he twirls you around, his hand never leaving yours as he guides you in a slow, elegant spin. You canât help but let out a surprised laugh, your frown dissolving as he twirls you like with practiced ease.
Only then had you decided.
That night was quite the surprise indeedâ
A pleasant one at that.
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AITA for scamming my ex out of an extremely valuable virtual pet?
đđ„€to recognize. This might be a very long post with a lot of added context for a very niche hobby and a very small actual conflict.
I religiously play a virtual pet site called Chicken Smoothie. It's a pretty old site as far as virtual pet games go, starting back in 2008, so there is a pretty solid established site economy. Just for some context, Every pet on the site has a rarity, ranging from "OMG So Common" to "OMG So Rare", being the most common and most rare respectively. But there are rarities within those rarities, where some OMGSRs can be worth more than others based on species and demand. For example, an OMGSR dog from 2008 will be worth more than an OMGSR rat from 2008 despite being the same highest rarity and year, because people prefer the dogs over rats. These pets can get extremely valuable. You can't sell them for real money (according to site rules, but of course there's a black market), but the site has its own virtual currency you can buy (with real money) and trade for called Chicken Dollars, and you can also trade a valuable pet for other valuable pets. It gets very complicated, with the community coming up with its own set of value terms each pet can have. I'm not getting into specifics there, that's not important.
Every year, on December 18th, CS has gift boxes you can adopt from. These gift boxes can contain any rare pet from any previous year, including special "Unreleased pets" that you can only get from these Dec 18th boxes, with a very slim chance. These unreleased pets are some of the most valuable and rarest in the game.
Recently, I had seen my ex posting on the forums. I didn't know he had an account, he had made it within this year, long after I got the fuck away from him, and I only knew it was him because he uses the same username everywhere. This person had groomed me, physically abused me when we were together (we no longer live anywhere near each other, thankfully) and has always been emotionally manipulative. He does not know I play, and he wouldn't recognize my account as me. I took a note of his account and left it be for a while, until December 18th hit and I took a peek at what he had got. And what he got was one of the new Unreleased pets, which currently at the time of writing this only looks like a box of cereal. (Most pets on the site have growth stages.) And even better, all his groups were open for trade, so I took a chance and sent an extremely terrible trade. I told him that this pet would only be a recent rare, and I offered him a "Very Rare" rarity (but not very valuable) pet from 2018, telling him I was overpaying. (In the CS community, this is known as Ninjaing, and it's Not A Good Thing To Do). I didn't expect him to accept it, I at least thought he'd be smart enough to ask in the trade advice thread that is literally pinned on the home page for December 18th, but he didn't. He took my word for it and accepted the trade, and now I own an unreleased pet that will eventually end up as an OMGSR.
What I did was not a bannable offence. He will not get his unreleased pet back. The CS mods are laughable at worst, incompetent at best, and don't do anything to stop scamming. They have an "eh, sucks to be you, sorry, be smarter next time" mentality when people get scammed (Which is insane because there are literal single digit aged children allowed on this site!!!)
After taking a bit to think about it, I do feel a bit guilty because I really would not do this in any other circumstances. I hate scamming. I did what I did out of anger and contempt, and I do feel a bit guilty because in essence, I scammed a new player that didn't have much else and didn't know any better.
I'm still keeping that unreleased cereal box no matter what though
What are these acronyms?
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Hiii baby! Can I request Jinx, Cait and if you do Maddie (all separately) w/ a gf who is dose very crafty/homemade makeovers?
Hear me out- why spend money on a cut & color, new piercing, nails ect when your hg can do it for you herself?? (I just grew up poor and had to learnđđ)
Jinx, Caitlyn, & Maddie with a crafty girlfriend headcanons!!
a/n: omg its so nice that you rose up & learned emđ such a fun request! this one is written before act 3
I didn't proofread or edit so please feel free to point out anything that's bothering you đ
also this might be ooc.... im so sorry if it isđ
Let's go and start with ...
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Jinx
Jinx has an established style with her neon painted nails, twin braids, inventions, and everything in her possession. An endearing fashion sense, even if some think it looks ridiculous lmaooo
With Jinx being an artisan and artist herself, you both find being creative a common ground in your relationship!
Makeovers anytime, anywhere. No need to find professionals when you have your girlfriend right here! It's a give and take relationship for sure. I imagine it'd be so fun and full of laughs đ©
Also I think you guys will inspire each other back and forth lolol
Having an art block and you don't like it? Ask the other for help!
And if you're both having art blocks? Well, Jinx will take you out on vastly different spots until you find what you're looking for. It's a great way to bond, and sightseeing is nice (â ÂŽâ Δâ ïœâ  â )
When you're exploring new styles, and you aren't doing it on Jinx, she would love to simply watch you work. It has some sort of calming effect on her, especially if you're rambling while doing it.
If she sees something of your art that she likes, she might just copy you in her style! Kind of like how Jinx did that makeup when she was in Vi's apartment or something
Although don't be surprised if you wake up and see your face horrendously painted in the morning đ
You can't even revenge because she sleeps with one eye open, I fear
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Caitlyn
MAN. I feel like you'd have to beg Caitlyn for even the simplest makeovers. She looks so plain rn (in the style way) or am I just blind đ
You suppose it makes sense. She looks so perfect and you keep giving compliments. Like, why is she so pretty?? There's just so many possibilities you can do with her appearance!!
But, sadly, she doesn't let you give her makeovers much. Not that she doesn't like your work, she respects it and adores it, but arts isn't exactly her thing.
I think make-up of any kind would probably feel uncomfortable for her. Plus it would be a hassle to remove it, she would say.
What you can do is give her hair a trim. A perfect line, as much as possible. She comes to you when her hair feels longer, or more damaged, than usual. Granted, it can be boring, but you're just glad you're doing something for her.
Another thing is that you can choose outfits for her. You can doll her up anytime as long as you don't take too long picking combinations!
If she has time, she'll probably let you paint her nails. Make sure she doesn't regret it, or else she might never let you again.
She'd buy anything you want, by the way. Money isn't a problem for her. So you technically have unlimited supplies, thank goodness, 'cause sometimes they can be so expensive.
You jokingly tell her that even if you break up, if she ever changes her mind about getting something, she'll come to you. Absolute dibs on Caitlyn!!
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Maddie
I feel like Maddie has never really delved into bodily artworks, since she spent most of her time studying about laws and stuff.
Like,, do we agree on the motion that she cut her hair so she doesn't have to deal with it đ Less weight during missions too
So when her amazing girlfriend happens to be passionate about creatives? Oh, boy, she's going to be filled with curiosity.
She'll allow you to do anything you want to her, as long as it isn't permanent. In fact, she's super enthusiastic about it, always trusting the process and seeing the result.
You're so creative that it's impressive!! Even if it isn't your best work, she always finds a way to praise you đ
She'd love to watch you work as well, but she's not exactly the quiet type đ„Č
Expect a whole bunch of questions. "What's that for?" "Why are you putting that?" "Ooh, that technique looks complicated. Howâ"
One of your quality time is definitely you trying to teach her new things. Let her paint your nails, do your hair, and anything that can make you both happy.
If you make clips or whatnot, you definitely try to overload her fluffy hair with decoration. You try different hairstyles possible with that length of hers.
Sometimes, you catch her playing around with your make-up alone. It almost always ends with you fixing it up for her đ
you, showing your new haircut (it looks horrible): yoooo isn't this so rizzing
jinx: hell yeah
caitlyn: you are not going out like that. go get your unnecessary amount of hair extensions and choose from there
maddie: hell yeah
#yanyan headcanons#arcane x reader#jinx x reader#caitlyn x reader#maddie x reader#jinx arcane#caitlyn arcane#maddie arcane#arcane headcanon#arcane imagines#female reader
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[Yan!Wriothesley x Reader]
Unrealistic Promised
Pairing: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female Reader
Warning: Yandere theme, inappropriate words, baby trap, overstimulation, mind-break (I guess?)
Summary: You asked to leave if he found out another girl and Wriotheselt decided to put some "sense" into your cute little brain.
After many days of running, being chased and dragged back by certain someone, you decided to give up. You bragged it up one night when Wriothesley hugged you tight as if he was afraid that you would run in his sleep.Â
âWriothesley⊠I want to talkâŠâ
âHm? Yeah go ahead, darling.â His husky voice whispered beside your ear.
âI wonât run away anymore.â
âHuh?â Wriothesley was wide awake. Was this your new plan of escape? By lowering his guard?
âReally, I really mean it. I wonât run anymore. You treat me well here anyway, but can you promise me something please?â
His arms were trembling slightly. You said the truth? Did you really decide to live beside him? Wriothesley gave you a soft smile and stroked your cheek.
âYes darling, anything⊠Tell me.â
Even if you want to go out, he can do it occasionally. As long as he goes with you. He was ready to give you the whole world.
Your voice was a little bit stutter:
âCan⊠Can you⊠um⊠let me go with some money⊠when⊠when you get bored of me and find someone else? Please?â
âWhat?â He stunned. You thought he was upset because you asked for money.
âAh⊠No money! I donât need them! I-I will find a job again soon!â
Somehow he looked more annoyed and furious. But knowing you, your little cute brain must come up with some silly and unreasonable thought. So he patiently wrapped his arms around your waist, tighter.
âMay I ask for reason, dear? Iâm all ears.â
 âWell, I read your case last time, and I know that you have been Duke for quite a long time. So, I came up with a conclusionâŠâ
âUh huh?â
âThat youâre an old man now.
âUh huhhhhâŠâŠ.â
âMeanwhile, you are obsessed with someone like me. This means you have taste in young girls.â
âWhat theâŠâÂ
âBut I will grow old sooner or later and become an old lady. You will get bored of me eventually and find another young, naive girl.â
â...â
âSo what I asked you is: When you found out another, can you let me go please? I donât want to live here all alone while you having your time with your new obsession. You wouldnât want me to be around here at that time too. Itâs a win-win agreement right?â
At the end of your presentation, Wriothesleyâs face turned dark while his whole body trembled in fury. This is the most offensive and ridiculous accusation that he has ever heard.
He had mixed feelings right now. You really know how to push his buttons.Â
Part of him was happy that you finally have feelings for him, do not want to share him. Although you may not recognize yourself now.
Part of him was excited at how you always amazed him.
Part of him was disappointed because after everything he showed you that he loves you, wanted to protect you and gave the whole world, you only thought it was some â taste obsessionâ.
Part of him was furious. You dared to think that he would leave you with someone else? To accuse him that he only loves you because of your appearance and age? You dared to think of leaving him!
And excuse me WHOâS OLD????Â
Trying his best to stop trembling, Wriothesley turned on the lamp. He flipped his body, his shadow was over you. You swore you could hear him growl, like a beast before its delicious prey, preparing to eat the poor thing alive.
âYes I can promise that as many as you want. You can leave when that day comesâŠâ
And then your wrists were cuffed with the bed. You realized you made a big mistake when he ripped your fine expensive pajama and underwear.
âBut for your information, you are not going anywhere, forever.â
He literally carved his dick into you that night. Your body was covered with bites and hickeys.
Did you think that was all?
Oh no. You were in a big misunderstood.
Not until then that you realize Wriothesley was a spiteful bastard.
Your torture continued for weeks. He would push you on the bed and make you scream his name loudly. He made you orgasm every time. He didnât overstimulate you. He always stopped when you were on the verge of âtoo muchâ and gave you a break. But right after your body recovered, he would give you the pleasure again. Sometimes you need 2 days, sometimes you just need 5 hours, but for some fucking reason, he knew exactly when was the time to bend you. He made it feel like a session of lovers every single time, stroking you gently and whispering love words.
âI love you so much, you know that?â
âYouâre my only lovely Kittenâ
âYeah⊠clench it tight⊠Good job⊠Youâre so goodâŠâ
âCome one just once more⊠You can do it my loveâŠâ
âMy darling⊠You belong to me⊠forever⊠Youâre mine⊠mineâŠâ
But he still held a big grudge with your words. Sometimes he will use toys and leave them for hours. You can still hear his sassy voice in your head while moaning and sobbing and begging:
âOh dear⊠Iâm an old man now⊠I donât have much energy and strength⊠But donât worry my love, these toys will help me so you wonât feel lonely. Canât leave my young girl unsatisfied just because Iâm old now huh? I will be back after I finish my work okay? And by the way because of my age so the work process may not be as fast as it used to be. But you wonât mind that right?â
Sometimes he growled and fucked you deep like a wolf in heat, your legs were on his shoulders.
âGotta fuck a baby into you⊠No⊠babies⊠We will have a lot of them⊠If you leave⊠what will happen to them⊠huh?â
Slowly, your body was completely drained from those sexes. You cannot even walk and talk properly: your limbs trembled, your throat hoarse, your cunt was swollen and hurt. Felt like Wriothesley pulled soul from you bit by bit. He overstimulated you but did not overstimulate you at the same time. Your brain was hazy and a mess but you knew one thing: you would die if he continued
That day, when Wriothesley was about to begin his torture, you grabbed his arm and begged.
âP-Please⊠Wrio⊠not today⊠Iâm-Iâm sorry⊠please stop⊠I might die at this rate⊠please⊠I-I-I need a break⊠I will die if you continue⊠pleaseâŠâ You cling to him tight, afraid that he would ignore your plead and kill you with pleasure today.
But he kept his sassy voice.
âOh darling⊠donât be modest⊠Iâm aware that Iâm an old man and have little stamina. A young girl like you can take more than this.â
âNO!â You shouted, felt like losing sanity âN-No⊠No⊠Youâre not old⊠Iâm sorry⊠Iâm sorry⊠I-I-I was wrong⊠Youâre the most handsome and the strongest man Iâve ever seen⊠P-Please⊠I knew my mistake⊠Please I canât take it anymoreâŠâ You cried.
Wriothesley seemed satisfied with your reaction. He hummed as he hugged you like a fragile thing.
âHow about the promise? The leaving?â
You shook your head violently.
âNo! No I wonât! I-I love you! I wonât leave no matter what! Because Wrio only loves me!â
He kissed you on your head.
âThatâs my good girl⊠I love you so much⊠I will take care of you forever⊠my lovely only darling.â
Finally, Wriothesley can love you in ânormalâ way.
Little did you know that he only stopped because Sigewinne said you have someone in your belly now.
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Christmas at the Compound
Avengers x reader
Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.
a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so⊠tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.
The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.
Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.
Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.
He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."
But secretly he cares a lot.
He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.
At surface level, it just seems like âoh rich guy is spending rich guy moneyâ
But theyâre actually really thoughtful gifts
Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.
He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.
He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.
Things like that.
Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower
âItâs too cold for this.â Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.
âCome one man, whereâs your christmas spirit?â Rhodey would laugh
âIâm just doing this so starkâs power bill goes up.â
it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though
Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas
"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"
She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.
This years theme was christmas pjs
Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy
âTony come on the reindeer ones are cute!â
âBruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.â
Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision
She grabs everyoneâs size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store
After snagging Tonyâs credit card, of course.
Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but thatâs a story for another day
Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa
You try to explain it to him, but it doesnât seem to help
âSo a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night⊠and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?â
âWell⊠yeah.â
âBut only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.â
âHe doesnât stalk the children he justâŠâ
âHm.â He squints. âwhat about the naughty children?â
âThey donât get any presents.â
âOR,â Wanda interjects, âKrampus comes to get them.â
âIs that another fat man in a red disguise?â
âNo. Heâs a demon sent from hell to eat them.â
Thor nods in approval. âAh. Thatâs much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!â
You stare at him. âSo⊠youâre okay with Krampus but not Santa?â
âWell I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!â
âI⊠I guessâŠâ
Decorating the tree was an all night event
You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations
The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldnât be a holiday at the compound if you guys werenât extra
It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity
it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wandaâs inspection
Not a bare branch
Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments
But of course, ladders were a no go
You guys liked a challenge
To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders
And I mean stand
Not sit
It was a thrilling balancing game
You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction
Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top
Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack
âCAP, youâre moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-â
âBruce, please take a breath.â
Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up
âThis oneâs a little man of snow! How silly!â
Speaking of ornaments
You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree
Or, your super hero alias at least
Thereâs a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth
Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex
Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree
(except you guys would always rig it behind Wandaâs back, only putting her name in the hat)
She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented
So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top
You would think Natasha wouldnât want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room
But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls
She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year
She even splurges on front row seats
You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently
Leaving the theater, sheâll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.
She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble
âWeâll work on it.â
Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???
Youâre all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing
Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.
Then thereâs Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.
âMr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!â
Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his
Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes
Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter
Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wandaâs
And then thereâs Thor, whoâs totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top
âHey Peter, I think yours is missing something.â
You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.
âWebs!â
âYou know⊠we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frostingâŠâ
That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyoneâs gingerbread houses with icing webs
Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.
They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn
âDo you mind if I join you guys?â
they smile gently. âOf course not.â
You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you
They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering theyâre talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you
On Christmas eve, youâre all there except for Clint, who went home to his family
Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card
You make hot coco and cider
Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night
âAlright you nutcrackers,â tony would say around midnight. âI know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but heâs not coming if you all stay awake.â
he really just wanted to go to bed
He sauntered off, calling for lights out.
Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.
âSo,â you ask, taking a sip of coco, âDo you guys think weâre on the naughty list?â
Natasha Chuckled. âIâm not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if youâre taking down the bad guys?â
Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. âDo not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.â
You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.
âThor⊠you realize Krampus and Santa arenât⊠real?â Wanda asked.
He had a hard time swallowing that.
He ended up sleeping on the couch âjust in caseâ
you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room
You decided to check it out against your better judgement
There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.
Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âI thought I heard something by the elevator.â
âCongratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.â
âI feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.â
âHeâs been there for weeks!â
âHe could have been a spy. Or possessed.â
âGoodnight Thor.â
Christmas Morning finally arrived
Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds
Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am
He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.
âY/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.â he sing-songed
âNo he didnât.â You grumbled. âThor killed him.â
â⊠I donât know what that means.â
You all stumble out into the living room
Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare
You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth
Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma
Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled
Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange
You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other
Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree
it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents
You went one at a time opening gifts
Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine
this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face
as well as a million âthank youâs
It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple âthis made me think of youâ
In the end, you loved all your gifts
And everyone loved what you got for them
But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family
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not exactly a request, butâŠ
Imagine being a sort of half-blood monster humanoid, perhaps even one of a handful, and spending most of your life feeling as though you donât belong anywhere, like you just came out wrong and thereâs no cure for it...
And then you meet Laios and he absolutely freaking adores you and will not let you forget it.
imagining reader just hiding every single part of their appearance that shows their half-monster side, always walking with their head bowed down in shame. they have experienced so much hate, disgust, and horror to the point they donât have much mirrors so they can avoid looking at themself. itâs truly sad.
i could see the reader usually spending most of their days down in the floors scavenging for some items that could be sold for money, considering itâs pretty detached from the surface world. maybe the reader is like senshi, who makes the dungeon their makeshift home, navigating the ecosystem and surviving all by themself. i think a floor that may be more deeper or less populated with adventurers is where reader can safely show their more monstrous appearance/self.
and then one fateful day, the reader meets laios. whether its through helping him and his party escape a monster or simply stumbling across them by accident, youâre now bound to his little gang of weirdos. heâd enthusiastically ask if youâd like to join, not knowing your true identity since you immediately sealed yourself away beneath a hood/etc⊠the reader, who has nothing much going on and figured they could use a change, would join (mostly due to laiosâs pestering because you were pretty petrified of these people finding out what you are).
skipping ahead, lets say during a fight your identity was revealed. your appearance shocks the entire party, some feeling a little wary of you (their suspicions were already developing because whatever the situation, you always had that damn hood/cloak on). but nonetheless, theyâre accepting. especially a certain blond tall-man who had a undying love for monsters.
ahh, count your days because this man is going to be the death of you. heâs so stunned, happy, fascinated, and angry because why didnât you tell him !? what do you mean you hated what you are !??! WHY WOULD YOU HIDE SOMETHING AS COOL AS THIS FROM HIM !?!??!
laios is so envious of you, goddamn.
heâll use every chance he gets to study your anatomy, your biology, your whatever. heâs obsessed. the others are interested too but not as much as laios⊠often having to wack or chase him away from you when you start feeling overwhelmed.
besides laiosâs excited self, the rest of the gang are open to hearing about your insecurities and are a great support system. senshi would like to learn more about you so that he has an idea of your diet and what nutrients you need. chilchuck, a stern fatherly figure to you, would make sure laios isnât getting too handsy with you. heâs also there to nail it into your head that you arent weird or anything (tough love huh..). marcille, if she doesnât have any information on your species/monster, would like to learn more about you as well. like chilchuck, sheâd be sure to drag laios away when heâs got a little too close and up in your personal space.
one night, youâd explain to laios about your insecurities in detail and your history. he wouldnât really understand it because youâre so cool ??? but i think heâd get it because heâs been in that kind of situation back in his home town. he may not exactly know what you went through, but at least heâs able to understand and if you let him, heâll gladly help/support you.
bye, youâd cry from happiness/relief from the party, especially laiosâ, acceptance.
group hug ensues**
sorry this was so long, itâs a lovely concept and i love just imagining it ^^
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I fundamentally disagree with your take that any future/ongoing users of TikTok are supporting or enabling trump.
We donât use TikTok or any other social platform because of the CEO. We use social media because of the communities we form and love.
Obviously trump wants it back because it helped his election campaign, but that doesnât negate every positive collective action or community that formed on the app. Everything good also has bad, because as the saying goes, there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. We can try to be good, but we canât only support ethical companies.
Also, what about international users? Iâm Australian, and trump impacts Australian politics directly and indirectly, but does me using TikTok support him? Itâs still an independent company.
Given the ban was done by congress, not the executive, I have every reason to believe that a Harris/democrat office would also make efforts to stop the ban. Itâs easy political points.
I'm gonna try to be nice, which given my mood today, the impending Trumpalypse and the hostage release today have me in a bad mood.
Sooooo I have to reject the idea that helping re-elect Trump could ever be balanced out by any other "good", if such good even exists, that any app, person, or organization does.
before anyone jumps in to smugly tell me they're not an American so Trump being the American President doesn't matter, I'll remind you, we all live on the same planet. One thats getting warmer? in case you hadn't noticed. 2024 was the first year on record to breach the 1.5 degree warming mark that is very bad news. President Biden passed the biggest climate action bill that any government anywhere on earth ever ever has passed. Trump has pledged to repeal that law, and also hold back all the money in it not already spent.
as you can see under Biden we're on goal through 2030, and then more and different policies would be needed to get us where we need to go, which Biden team in the dying days of his administration has set not that Trump will follow through.
so point being helping re-elect Trump might have doomed the planet so idk about anything "good" TikTok could possibly do to make up for being Responsible or the single biggest climate disaster in human history.
any ways, as a Jew when I think of TikTok I think antisemitism
"Jewish teens say life on TikTok comes with anti-Semitism" 2020
"Sliding Through: Spreading Antisemitism on TikTok by Exploiting Moderation Gaps" 2023
"How fast does TikTok send users down the antisemitic rabbit hole?" 2024
being on the internet right now as a Jewish person is fucking wild, buck wild, seeing people in their teens and 20s say NAZI, old school, 1940s Nazi shit on-line, in videos with their faces, it is everywhere and TikTok is some of the worst of it.
on top of which TikTok is spoon feeding massive amount of disinformation to users all the time, from mental health, to Covid Vaccines, to conspiracy theories that are effecting the real world. And studies show its actively hurting teens, pushing them toward self harm
speaking of Australia, its very clear that China is REALLY interested in influencing your country seeking to shift Australian public opinion against Taiwan and in favor of China, as well as push the country toward a more isolationist view. Also they're using data from not just TikTok but other apps to track people, and actively kidnap Chinese nationals in Australia who offend Xi's government. That's a wider problem than just TikTok of course, but it's super fucking scary.
So sorry the app you like is getting the axe in the US? I guess? but short form video in and of itself might be bad for your health. Apps like TikTok don't allow you to do what I've done here, offer links and data to back up what I'm saying so fact checking and accountability is basically 0. Finally there's a lot of evidence that TikTok has put its finger on the scale to push propaganda for Trump, for Xi and generally destabilize the world.
finally, what community? watching videos fed to you by a computer isn't a connection, its certainly not a conversation.
oh also "there is no ethical consumption under capitalism" is not some magical spell, it doesn't do away with the need to do good in the world, its meant to say don't let perfect be the enemy of good, whats the least bad option, nothing is flawless, but that doesn't mean going on to the app who's parting message to America was "big good daddy Trump gonna come save us" like fuck man thats bad
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Basically everyone at work has the flu and Iâm starting to feel like death has finally sunken its talons into me so enjoy my illness induced headcanons for datv. Iâve also only played 30 hrs so these could and will be wildly inaccurate but I simply donât care đđ
How datv companions would react to you being sick
Lucanis is sitting by your bedside at all times. We all know he refuses to sleep and you being sick is the perfect reason to stay up! He needs to make sure your fever is breaking or can get you anything should you wake up in the middle of the night. Heâs making you immune boosting soups and thereâs always a cup of hot tea waiting for you when you awake.
Darvin has figured out how to train Assan to find you whatever herbs you need. You need a special mushroom only grown in the depths of the forest where thereâs been a recent fire? Darvin and Assan are on it. Heâs also going to be the one to who says theyâre going to sit with you at night but fall asleep in their chair while Assan is curled up beside you in bed.
Harding is using all of her outdoorsy knowledge to figure out what is going to help you the most. My money is on her being the one who knows exactly what herbs you need and sending Darvin out.
Taash. Sweet baby Taash is refusing to let you move a muscle. Theyâre carrying you to and from the bath, from your room to the kitchen; anywhere you go, youâre in their arms. They will also act annoyed if you give them puppy dog eyes and ask them to cuddle you because theyâre warm. Theyâll huff and roll their eyes as they gently push you over and plop down beside you.
Neve is the best detective there is which means she knows exactly what youâre sick with and how to treat it. She probably even knew before you did and was slipping you immune boosting teas or some shit. Youâre the light of her life and she will not have you taken out by the damn flu.
Bellara is frantic. Sheâs the one who needs to sit down and talk to you because sheâs worked herself into a frenzy. Sheâs partially convinced youâre dying while also believing that thereâs no way because youâre you and youâre so strong and⊠you get the picture. Sheâs going to be one who breaks into tears when you start coughing really hard or when you grab her hand to get her to just sit down as she paces the room.
Emmrich is admittedly not well versed in the alignments of the living but he has Manfred! His dear undead assistant is at your beck and call all hours of the day while your necromancer is reading to you. Heâll have the others do what they do best while he does what he does best; soothe your soul. Heâll read to you for hours on end and when the books have run out (quite an unimaginable horror I might add), heâll simply talk to you about whatever you desire.
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Letâs talk about how price is literally husband material ïżŒâŠ
CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE HEAD CANNONS đđ»ââïžđđ»ââïžđđ»ââïž I love this man sm âŠ. I normally hate facial hair on a guy BUT GOD DAYM COD MEN PULL THAT SHIT OFF..
Mix of sfw and nsfw blurbs bc Iâm a silly guy. I really enjoy writing this shit bc I literally will be kicking my feet twirling my hair .. ( warning fem body parts used!) as I write this shit LMAOO enjoy!!! Ps. Not proof read..I wrote this at like 4 in the morning
He literally is so good to you , you canât even be like mad at him over ANYTHING.
There was a time he accidentally dropped his cigar and it caught the bare skin of your leg AND HE FELT SO BADDDDD
He literally can not stand the thought of you being hurt..
He DEF SENDS CARE PACKAGES WHEN HES OUT FOR MONTHS AT A TIME
Being gone for so long he always takes a shirt of yours DRENCHED in your most used perfume so when he sleeps he can trick his brain into thinking your there.
He would be a king of taking care of your son your period!!!
Your sitting there curled up trying to not wake him up but you are just in so much pain :// and his ass senses it through his slumber?:!:?:?
â you alright love?â He mutters into your shoulder. GOD HIS MORNING VOICE IS HOT. He woke up from feeling you tense up and sigh and whine quietly from the pain. â yeah. Just my period.â You mumble into your pillow. He carefully pulls his arm around you , â whereâ he asks. â what-?â You ask confused. â where is it cramping now love? Iâll massage it for you.â He whispered. You canât help but swoon because you got the best husband in the WORLD âitâs my stomach right now-â and immediately he takes his hand rubbing your stomach. The pain is suddenly being soothed and you can finally un-tense. â theree you go love. I got you.â He kisses your shoulder softly. â Iâll stay like this for a bit and then ill grab your heating blanket and a cup of tea hm? â you feel him smile against your shoulder.
Heâs very caring towards you but letâs not forget how you treat him like royalty fr
He always comes back with SOMETHING wrong with his back , and he whines about it to you every time so youâll massage his back for him. He always wins you over.
He thinks heâs def undeserving ïżŒ of you, your so sweet to him! Heâs not used to women liking him just because you love him as a person himself. Heâs had past girlfriends that just liked him for money benefits. Not you though, you literally freak out when he spends WAY too much on you â John price!?â how much was this necklace??â And he always smiles and says â donât worry about it. â he has learned lots of money saving tricks from you , he calls you a penny pincher LMAOO, he thinks itâs cute though you worry about him spending to much money like he doesnât got enough.
He absolutely adores when you wear his hat , he thinks your the cutest thing on planet earth but dear god heâd never let you near any of the shit he doesđ
You get along with 141 pretty well and it makes price really happy.
Youâve all been to the bar numerous of times and he likes watching you and soap bicker about stupid shit â you..you eat lamb stomach?â â ITS CALLED HAGGIS AND ITS GOOD!!â
Ghost and price giggling in the background.
They know how much you mean to there captain so they also would do anything to protect you
Your at a bar with them and some guy tryâs talking to you and grabs your shoulder THEN HE JUST SEES A BUNCH OF TALL ASS GUYS GLARING HIM DOWN LMAOO letâs hope Buddy wore brown pants đđ»
NSFW !!
Price lovesssssss eating you out , LITERALLY ANYWHERE IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE. Especially if you had a shitty day at work , your in the shower trying to rinse off the day and suddenly you feel your not alone anymore..
Manz lifts you up on HIS SHOULDERS SO HE CAN EAT YOU OUT
Heâs more dominant but he doesnât mind you taking lead AT ALL
Man goes insane when you ride him
He canât sleep , but you know he needs to. He hasnât been sleeping much sense his last mission, heâs clearly stressed. Your hugging him..hugging turns to kissing. Kissing turns to groping, and then it turns to you ontop of him grinding against his bulge. â fuck..let me take care of you, yeah?â You simply shake your head â no captain. Itâs time I take care of you.â He canât deny your request when you look heavenly ontop of him. Helping each other slip off each otherâs clothes, he loves looking at your tits , he finds how they feel so nice in his hands. He canât help but grunt when you sit down on him and slowly begin to move your hips. His hands are gripped TIGHTLY against your hips. He canât stop himself from using his hands to help move you and fuck you , he wants to be able to hit the deepest parts of you because honestly he fantasizes about getting your pregnant. He loves shooting a full load in you and praying you get pregnant, be there to take care of you , and most Importantly get to see a little baby made by you and him!!! Makes him go nuts , thatâs why you and him fuck way too much around your cycle.
He is BIG into photos and videos of you.
He records videos of him fucking you and then watch them while heâs away, or heâll take pictures to look at when he feels lonely on a trip!!!
He keeps a nude picture of you in his wallet ;)) soap was traumatized when price asked him to get something out his wallet and he found something HE DID NOT WANT TO SEE , soap has you and him down in his phone as âmomâ and âdadâ seeing that was horrific for him đđ
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