#like thats a dangerous weapon

[hysteryqal]

the way he throws and catches the knife oh my god im weak (sorry my tiktok watermark is there LOL whoops)

[geodesick]

[ID: a drawing of pye from outer wilds, standing with her writing staff. she's wearing an orange nomai space suit without the helmet, and she has a light brown face with curly darker brown fur. end ID]

figuring out how i want to draw the nomai, so here's a pye since i am obsessed with her !!!

[stabknives]

For Richie's birthday Monroe and Chris should fuck nasty

[hauntingblue]

"Once I reach lulusia everything will be alright" WELL SABO....

[littlestarlex]

My highschool chemistry teacher got his neck slashed open by a trained knife-wielding monkey, trying cut his camera strap. Was really serious, he HATES monkeys

anon you gave me a fear I did not know I could have

who the fuck was training monkeys to wield knives, they're already SO STRONG AND LETHAL

[infizero]

little did blue know that this would awaken something in amarillo forever

[bluerosefox]

Protective Sibling Haunting

It was no secret that Danny loved his older sister, even when she nagged, bugged or psychoanalyzed him, she was and would always be the number one person he would love and protect without hesitation. (He was also pretty sure if anything bad happened to her he would no doubt become like Dan, maybe not fully but pretty sure he would become something close)

So when he found out she was going to Gotham to tour for colleges, he really didn't like it.

Sure Gotham's colleges were top tier for the field of psychology she wanted to study but the crime rate and corruption alone was also high up on lists and that wasn't counting the amount of Gotham Rogues yet.

Danny really didn't like the idea of his sister being in such a dangerous city, even though he knew she could take care of herself since she gained not just their dad's height but also the Fenton family strength and their mother's insane smarts, and given the fact he was a protector spirit that focused on his family it upset his core badly.

So, he decided to tag along... Invisibility of course. He didn't need her to be mad at him if she knew he was following of course.

He wasn't going to disturbed her from her touring he was just going to make sure she's safe thats all....

-x-x-

Okay so... Danny really wasn't expecting to do this when he decided to tag along for Jazz's college tour but...

Danny snickered as he used his powers to move the boxes around as if thrown, flicker the lights and explode the light bulbs, and made shadows shift unnaturally, gaining screeches from some goons as they threw their weapons on the floor and some scrambled out of the building ignoring the higher ups and their boss to stop being cowards.

It was a little fun being able to be go full paranormal activity on a gang of traffickers that had plans on kidnapping Jazz and the other touring young adults he discovered after noticing a few of their men following and watching them a day into the touring.

[ennabear]

Hiya ennnabear!! Back with another req (　ﾟ 3ﾟ)

can i ask for sum sevika x hyperfemme!reader? Could either be a fic or a list of headcannons, nsfw or sfw, i really dont mind !! >3< the prompts up to your interpertation!! Whatever u feel comftorable with!! ＼(^o^)／

I can just imagine Sevika, with her pastel pink, poofy-dressed eyecandy, sitting on her lap as she plays cards .. the people shes playing with all sorta eyeing reader because like what the fuck?? And reader is just like 'oh sevikas just so adorable shsjkassjksksk cutie patootie i wuv her!!!!!' while Sevika is off in the distance beating someone half to death because he touched her shoulder .. on accident ( ﾟーﾟ)

also, i beg of you to use inspo from that one scene in deadpool where he meets yukio. I kid you not thats where i got this requests inspo from.

"What in the fuck knuckles is this?"

(Sevika, with a literal living doll in her lap) "Shes my girlfriend you intolerant shit."

"Woah! Pump the hate breaks, fox-and-friends! Im just suprised anyone would date you! Especially pinkie pie from my little pony."

aaaaa i love this woman sososo much ( ´∀`) my 6' criminalistic murderer drug (shimmer) addict babygirl (〃_ _)

thanks in advance if u decide to write this !! sorry for the agonizingly long yap sesh (^_^;)

--🃏🌀⭐️

(and now to crawl back into my pit of lesbian shame .. (Фω��))

HIII ANON sorry this took me so long to answer but i’m occupied with writing 2 sevika oneshots so i hope i can earn your forgiveness once they’re out 🫶 also i yapped a lil about hyperfemme!sevika here so ignore the fact that i can’t follow a request to save my life!!! 18+

ok so the way i envision sevika’s girlfriend would be a little bit… drag-ey?? i don’t really know how to explain it so allow me to elaborate…

1. we already know that femme lesbians are feminine in a way that’s different from feminine straight women (more cutesy, stylish, female gaze, etc.) but also…

2. with the way people dress in zaun (when they’re not murdering each other) and the general way they’re animated is very costumey. lots of face paint, masks, sophisticated outfits.

so i think in the arcane universe you’d probably dress something like this. painting your skin weird colors, covering yourself head to toe in body glitter, wearing expensive wigs, corsets, and heels that look impossible to move in, and stuff like that.

that means sevika would try to make sure you’re comfortable 24/7!!! especially if you’re wearing something potentially dangerous like heels that are two feet tall, she wouldn’t let you walk the whole night, instead picking you up and hauling you around.

as if the money silco pays her isn’t enough, she makes tons of money from the guys she gambles with. she spends every last PENNY on you. it’s not like she needs to spend it on herself though, her arm and her scowl are a pretty deadly weapon, and she doesn’t go all out with clothes like you do.

also i think she’d completely fold if you ever wore a low cut top or even no top when you go out with her (and she doesn’t believe in bras… so…) especially if you have piercings in/around your tits, she’d be fondling them and groping them all night!!!

she 10000000% has a thing for public sex!!!! while she’s playing cards, she’ll slide your skirt up (if it’s even long enough…), and have you ride her strap. the dumbfucks she’s playing with would gawk and stare at what’s obviously going on in her lap, but she’s about to rob them of their money, so they really shouldn’t be focusing on it.

oooh and once you finally cum, she’d be like “good girl, now give me another. okay?” and her fingers would start vibrating as you slump down next to her… of course you might get weird looks, but if anyone tries to say or do anything about it she could literally just kill them. (or maybe she’s feeling nice and will break a few of their ribs instead, who knows…)

she’d be constantly covered in some kind of your makeup. especially if you wear a crazy color lipstick like bright blue or something, her lips and cheeks and nose would be that color the whole night. and if you wear body glitter, it would look sooooo pretty on her skin. she’d be glaring at people all night like 😡😡😡😡 but her face and hands would look like ✨✨🌈🦄🩷✨✨

adding onto that, she’d look sooo pretty if she let you experiment (which is a pretty big IF), but imagine her with her hair curled, wearing pretty purple glitter on her cheeks and arms, in some sort of heeled boots that make her even taller than she needs to be, and in a dress?? in a short dress??? sevika in a short dress???? i’ll (s)cream right now…

if someone manages to corner you and talk to you about sevika, the conversation would be hilarious and very unproductive. they’d be like “why her? doesn’t she scare you?” and you’d be like “sevika? my little baby bear?? my knight in shining armor who screams at the sight of bugs??? no… she doesn’t scare me…”

meeting silco and the rest of the last drop crew would be… quite the experience. they’re all staring with wide eyes, practically shaking because of how scary she looks, and then there’s you with your hands entwined with hers, some of your bright pink face paint smudging onto her cheeks and neck as you nuzzle into her. silco’d find her alone for one moment and ask “who the hell is that?” and she’d reply with “my girlfriend. 😾 don’t mess with her.” and he’d be like “your girlfriend? your girlfriend is a barbie doll?? o…kay… congrats to both of you…”

[opal-owl-flight]

Your Protege. (Pt 2)

(Pt 1)

SAME DAY DELIVERY. HERE WE GO.

This is the only time theyve shown such sheer anger in front of anyone. Theyre usually just cold, or disappointed -- never furious.

Its one of the times Neo3 actually feared the captain.

MORE NOTES ABT CUTTLEFISH BELOW

Not over how Cuttlefish is this fuckign loony old man who pushes his ideas on young 3, constantly goinf "yall kids think Im crazy but LOOK WHOS RIGHT FOR ONCE", "I cant fight anymore, thats why I got you!", "Youre hero material, kid! Youre gonna be big!!"

Then raves abt how the Octarians are evil

3, who was desperate for praise from someone who reminds them of their direct relatives, does everything he says to do just to be appreciated more.

Cuttlefish taught them how to fight hand to hand. How to move and think on their feet. (Though they were given similar in their younger years)

Cuttlefish was... generally more warm and supportive than their dad, but yknow. A lot of this started bc 3 agreed to work for him. Be his deadly weapon.

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Cuttlefish was more concerned abt the Zapfish than 3s well-being then... He knew that the constant praising was working so hes gonna keep doing it. (...mostly bc thats what worked on HIM back then)

After 3 does his dirty work, he realized he should probably keep the kid around bc his paranoia with Octaria is a damn bitch and this kid is one hell of an ass kicker. They dont mind. Right??

3 never showed any sign of wanting to leave. Why would they, he was so kind to them, more than their dad or grandad ever was. (Also the paranoia rubbed off on them. Oops!)

Then, he asked them to go on a longer patrol with him. Pushed them to their fucking limit. Bc of what?? Octaria making moves again? (Octavio did make moves but they were already, as we say in the game, "too far from the objective to really contribute to the fight". This is why agent 4 was dragged in.)

There, 3 saw more and more that hes just a loony old man who wanted to have a fancy weapon to protect him in his crusade. A crusade they never really questioned, mind you. Theyve no reason to believe Octaria was nice in any way, not when they keep trying to kill them. (...in self defense. They havent realized, yet.)

Then they encounter 8, who had dropped her weapon at the sight of them. Raising her hands in surrender. 3 was far ahead of the coot, and managed to actually talk to her and everything. They were this close to bringing her back to Inkopolis as a friend, until the bastard ruined the moment.

Cuttlefish still told them that she was a danger. It might be a trick! Dont put your guard down! Pressured to follow their superior, 3s mask returns to their face, turning onto 8 with the herl shot ready to fire.

Then they all tumbled into the metro.......

....for Cuttlefish to use yet ANOTHER kid (8) to get him out of a hairy situation.

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Hes a crazy old man. Only caring for any of the kids beyond the platoon after they do his dirty work.

Like "mmm! Thank you for committing the war crimes in my stead. Youre a good kid, you know that? Anything I can do to support you further? Mmmm???"

...I dont think hes aware.

Hes not aware that hes harming the entire platoon, bc in his mind hes doing the greater good here. Get some easily manipulable kids on the street, shower em with praise and promises of glory and valor, and theyll do ANYTHING for you.

Including the warcrimes you keep wanting to do.

I think...I think he doesnt know hes manipulating the kids. I think he genuinely believes his own promises. He glamorizes the valor of war bc hes a commander who sits in the back of it. He really believes that this is for the best. He believes that this is how you inspire your troops to fight.

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LETS GO THATS ALL MY NOTES I SPENT ALL DAY FINISHING THIS COMIC. GOODNIGHT INKOPOLIS!!!

[chxrryhansen]

rafe with a gun kink??

-💋

you never disappoint with these asks bae!!🫶🏻 sorry i turned this so dark also kinda poetic?…

DARK CONTENT WARNING!!

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you yelped as your shoulder banged against the door frame, rafe shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door closed.

his jealousy had hit, once again. some guy flirting with you his party had gotten him all riled up, as if the stranger didn’t know you belonged to rafe, everybody on the island did. you hadn’t even flirted back, of course you wouldn’t of, you simply told the man you were taken and that you were sorry…but rafe’s insecurity got the better of him, just as it always did. his need and want for validation from you towering over his sanity.

“r-rafe stop! you’re hurting me!” He shushed you by covering your mouth with his hand.

“shut the fuck up. apologising to the fuckin’ asshole. ‘i’m sorry i have a boyfriend’ what the fuck are you sorry for you slut, sorry you can’t fuck the guy? no chance.” he murmured, his mental state slipping as he pulled your pink mini skirt up against your hips, exposing your white cotton panties making you cry out.

you wished he could hear himself right now, he sounded insane. suddenly he reached behind you, grabbing something out of his drawer. your eyes widened in fear, the realisation of what the item was hitting you like a train.

rafe laughed at your expression “don’t look so scared baby, tell you what, you be fuckin’ quiet n’ stay still, and daddy won’t blow your brains out for being a dirty cheatin’ whore. how does that sound, hmm?”

the tears began to leave your waterline, droplets of salt pouring down your flustered cheeks as you sobbed. he had never gone this far before, i mean sure he’s threatened you plenty of times but never to this extent.

instead of taking your panties off like a normal person, rafe got down on his knees, tearing them off with his teeth. the cold air hitting your cunt left you breathless, yet the warm air from his breath filled your lungs once again. rafe slid a finger inbetween your slit, gathering your wetness and pulling back to show you his soaked digits.

“fuck, baby. who knew you were such a slut”

his laugh was dangerous.

“kidding, i knew. i fuckin’ knew you’d love this shit, cause’ your just such nasty little whore aren’t cha’. disgusting slut.” you whimpered at his cruel words, yet you couldn’t deny the sap leaking from your cunt. like honey oozing from bark. without even slipping a finger inside your pussy to stretch you out, rafe lifted the gun, pressing it against your entrance.

“your gonna’ be a good girl, and your gonna’ take daddys gun inside your pretty pussy like a cheap fuckin’ whore. if that’s how you wanna’ act thats how im gonna’ treat you.”

without warning he pushed the gun into your pussy, your cunt gripping it like a vice. you screamed as he penetrated you, the weapon hitting your cervix with his first movement as he rammed it into your hole.

“shh shh shh, it’s okay, sweet girl. let it all out.” he whispered, his tone still volatile.

there was no doubt the man from earlier could hear you, and everyone else downstairs. rafe made sure of it.

[pulsingvoid]

i really dont feel qualified enough to speak out about anything im still too tired and scared and full of both warranted and misplaced guilt to properly function but i do need to express one thing. which is that we have got to find a way to talk about women and feminism and misogyny and men and the patriarchy again. we cannot go on pretending misogyny isnt as rampant as ever, more rampant than its been in a long time, and that it isnt just as much a danger as all the other fucking dangers hovering over us at any given minute. letting terfs hog feminist spaces is one of the worst things we did and im tired of blaming the terfs for it when thats just as much on us as it is on them. we are letting ourselves down and we are letting trans women down we are so segregated and so distractible we tiptoe around everything we have fucked our solidarity to hell im sick of biting my tongue on women's issues im sick of being nervous to voice my opinions to other women irl and im sick of having to check feminist blogs on here to see if theyre terfs before i interact im sick of people nitpicking each other's language because certain things sound like "terf dogwhistles" like yeah no shit they do because they weaponized them! theyre controlling the entire fucking narrative! at this point i'd rather see flawed feminism than none at all maybe im crazy but i am trying to have some fucking faith in other women and i know how i feel and how much i love my trans sisters and my trans friends and how safe i feel in trans spaces because im becoming a bigger and more gender nonconforming dyke with every breath i take and i dont care how it comes off to strangers online im gonna rebuild my community and im gonna talk more about being a woman and all that entails and what it means to me. and if any of this spoke to you in any way i am literally begging you to find a way to do the same

[stayevildarling]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader- Fractured Futures

A/N: Can‘t lie, I didn‘t expect my baby to win this poll. ❤️

Prompt: Wanda and you have been close for years. A vision of the future causes her to pull away as she tries preventing it from happening.

tw/tags: female reader, angry Wanda, mention of battle injury, mention of blood, mild mention of death, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 4.2k

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The mission was supposed to be routine, a simple recon without any unnecessary risks. At least thats what Wanda had told herself as she stands at the edge of the warehouse, her magic simmering through her veins as the tension in her chest lingers. Usually, Wanda wouldn‘t ever get nervous about missions anymore, but something about today doesn‘t feel right to her. Not even with you standing beside her, giving her your usual confident grin you always did before missions. The two of you had been Avengers for years, eventually growing closer and becoming inseparable as you eased Wanda through the pain of her past, slowly helping her heal and find her happiness again.

„Stay close“ the redhead warns, her voice firm but laced with something uneasy. You chuckle sofrly, adjusting your uniform before whispering „You say that like I ever leave your side“ but Wanda doesn‘t respond with her usual sarcasm or joke, instead her eyes flicker to the shadows ahead. The Scarlet Witch could feel the danger in the air but you don‘t seem that fazed, stepping ahead and leading the team as you move deeper into the dark abandoned building.

But it doesn‘t take long for things to go wrong, for Wanda‘s suspicions to be confirmed as an explosion ripples through the warehouse, causing you to get thrown to the ground. Wanda‘s magic flaring instinctively, forming a protective shield around you and the rest of the team as some debries rains down. „Are you okay?“ she asks, her eyes flickering between you and the shield she is forming. „Fine“ you grunt, pulling yourself up and scanning the chaos while making sure the other Avengers are alright.

Seconds later Wanda see‘s him, a towering figure stepping through the smoke, holding a weapon that pulses with unnatural energy. Her blood runs cold as she sees him, recognizing the danger and the looming feeling she has had all day. She raises her hand in order to place a protective wall between you and him but the weapon blasts through her magic like anything either of you had encountered before. The blast reaches her but before it injures her in any way, she is pulled into a vison.

And then suddenly, Wanda isn‘t in the warehouse beside you anymore. She stands in the middle of chaos on a battlefield, stretching out far before her. She sees the Avengers, all of them, fighting countless enemies, some flying, some running towards each other with countless weapons. Her eyes travel to you, standing in front of another Wanda which causes her blood to run cold when she realizes this wasn‘t just any vision but the future. She had those before and knew just what they could uncover. She tries to call you but her voice doesn‘t work. And then the enemies weapons blast towards herself and she watches in horror as you shield the future her, pushing her aside as you take the full force of the attack. Tears stream down her features as she watches you crumble to the ground, blood pooling beneath you as future Wanda drops to her knees, watching from afar as future you and her exchange some last words.

„No“ she screams but its too late, she suddenly sees you through her future self‘s eyes and sees the pain in your eyes but also something else. Acceptance. And Wanda had seen enough people leave her side, her children, Vision and her brother. And most of them had that same expression, accepting this was the end, wanting the pain to end and knowing they died protecting a greater cause. But there is something else in your eyes, the deep desire to get something off your chest.

Before she can react, the vision snaps and Wanda stumbles, hands falling to her side as she blinks rapidly, trying to breathe as she is back in the present, in the warehouse. But the image of your lifeless body lingers, doesn‘t leave her mind. „Hey“ your voice pulls her back, you are standing in front of her, alive, concerned. „Wands, you okay? you spaced out?“ you ask as your hands reach her shoulders. She stares at you for a moment as her heart races and for a second she can‘t bring herself to speak, too overwhelmed by what she had just seen. Finally though she nods „Fine, let‘s keep moving“.

As the team and you move forward, leading the team further towards the enemy that disappeared moments after the blast, Wanda stays a step behind, her hands trembling as she tries collecting herself. This wasn‘t her first vision of the future and she knew if she had one of them, they would almost always become true or had some ulterior meaning. And she couldn‘t bring herself to think further about losing you, not when you were the one who never left her side, who welcomed her back into the compound after Westview, who would watch silly comedies with her when she was sad, who dried her tears and who undeniably made her laugh. She had lost too much and she couldn‘t lose you, not now, not ever.

The mission carried on but Wanda wasn‘t there, not really. Her body moves on autopilot, her magic responding to threats sround her, her mind stuck in that vision. She can‘t stop herself from seeing your bloodied form, couldn‘t shake the way you reached for her with that final desperate look. It felt so real, like the memory of something that happened or a warning of what was to come. In the end you all managed to subdue the enemies, get the information that Tony needed before heading back.

But you noticed the way Wanda was off today, seeing her so quiet and lost in thoughts sitting beside you on the Quinjet. „Wanda?“ you ask aoftly, your voice laced with concern. „Are you sure you‘re okay? You have been off all night“ you whisper, not wanting the rest of the team to hear. She straightens, adjusting her posture as she forces a smile „I‘m fine“ she says quickly and you knew her enough to know it was too quick.

You cross your arms, furrowing your brows „You don‘t look fine Wands“ you try again but she avoids your gaze before mumbling „Fine, just tired“ she mutters, leaning against the walls of the Quinjet and closing her eyes, clearly not wanting to talk about this and you let it go, suspicious but letting her rest, knowing magic tired her out at the end of the day. Wanda didn‘t know what to do or say, not now as she sits beside you and not as you all meet to debrief after mission and inform Tony. How could she tell you that she had seen you die? for her all of things.

Once you finish she excuses herself for the night and once she reaches her room, Wanda‘s legs give in as she sinks to the floor, head in her hands. The vision wouldn‘t leave her, like a reoccurring nightmare, stuck in her brain, causing her hands to shake and her heart to hurt. She tries convincing herself it was an accident, the enemies weapon messing with her magic but she knew it didn‘t work like that, knew her powers better than that. Her magic wasn‘t random, it never had been and it showed her things for a reason. And now.. it feels to her as if a countdown had started.

Over the next few days you don‘t notice anything unusal, training beside Wanda in silence as you both listened to music, something you often did. You ate together and talked together with the others and somehow in the haze of it all you never realized how slowly Wanda was pulling away from you, not being able to deal with the vision and the heartache of seeing you die, for her of all things. She begins sticking to herself, eating on her own, training on her own and sleeping during the day as the nightmares and fears kept her awake. You would find her sleeping on the sofa in the common room, wrapping a blanket around her before leaving her be, not suspecting anything unusual at first.

But as the week passes you notice how far away she seems, barely talking to you or acknowledging your existence for that matter. And you had tried talking to her, not getting any answers other than she is tired and needs some quiet time and you accepted it, not wanting to push too much. By the time the weekend comes around, you get ready for your usual movie night with the redhead, your favourite routine other than pizza night. You would take weekly turns in choosing movies or shows and this week it was your turn. You had been excited, finally getting her to agree to watch some horror movies with you last week. You had made sure to prepare her favorite snacks and drinks, stabling the little tray as you knock on her door. It takes her a minute to open it and when she does, you see how tired she looks, some obvious bags under her eyes.

„Hi“ you beam, trying to lift the mood as she looks at you with a puzzled expression. „Movie night?“ you beam with a goofy smile, hoping to get her to loosen up a little. „Remember it‘s my go to choose tonight?“ you ask but when her features stay the same you sigh, tilting your head before asking „What‘s wrong?“ she simply stays silent before she snaps out if it and mumbles some excuse about feeling under the weather. You frown as you try meeting her eyes „Oh I‘m sorry, can I do anything?“ you ask but she shakes her head which leaves you defeated. „Take this at least, make sure you eat something“ you offer, passing her the little tray before she takes it hesitantly. „If you need anything, you know where to find me“ you say as you part ways and watch as she disappears again.

As you make your way back to your own room, worry settles on your features as you realize how odd she had been since the last mission, how she had been keeping her distance and how you want to keep an eye on her from now on. And Wanda watches guiltily as she balances the tray and sets it on a nearby table, seeing the effort you put in on getting her favorite snacks and drinks, feeling bad for blowing you off the way she did and sending you away. A part of her longes for you, wanting so badly to get you back, to sit you down and tell you what had happened, to wrap you in her arms and sob on your chest, have you run your fingers through her hair how you would always do when she was upset. But instead she wraps herself in a blanket, laying in silence as the vision lingers on her mind, unable to think clearly.

The following day, you decide to check on her earlier in the morning, some coffee in your hand as you carefully knock on her door, feeling a little silly as clearly she wanted some space but you worried and you loved her and so you couldn‘t find it in your heart to stay away. The door opens in the same way it did the night before, exposing Wanda in a hoodie and some sweats, some dark circles under her eyes. „Good morning“ you try and smile and she forces a smile, her eyes not reaching you as she mumbles a silent morning your way. „Are you feeling better?“ you ask, your voice a little hushed. She looks at you then, her eyes only locking onto yours for a split second before she looks away. „I‘m okay Y/N“ she whispers before you sigh, realizing you can‘t reach her and so you simply pass her the coffee before leaving, feeling hurt for the way she had been pushing you away and pulling back, figuring you need to give her some space, hoping she would come and find you whenever she was ready.

But Wanda never came, days passed and you would only see her for meals or in the hallway occasionally, barely getting a greeting and you decided to leave it, having tried everything so far but not able to get anywhere. But as a few more days pass, you can‘t do it anymore, finding her in the gym as mostly everyone is out on a mission at the moment, figuring this would give you some space to adress this with her. Despite your head telling you to leave her be, you couldn‘t, not with how close the two of you had always been. „Wands?“ you ask carefully as you step inside and she stops her excersise but doesn‘t turn around. „Please tell me what‘s going on“ you plead, your voice coming out more broken that you had intended it to.

„You have been off since that mission“ you try, hoping you could break her walls slowly and get her to open up. „Leave it“ she mumbles before your eyebrows furrow, moving to stand in front of her and able to look at her. „I can‘t, I‘m worried Wanda“ you whisper, trying to place your hand on her shoulder but she pulls away. „Please if I did something tell me. I can‘t stand this Wanda.. I.“ but you stop yourself before those words could ever leave your mouth. She meets your eyes then, broken raw and vulnerable and for a moment you think she may finally open up before the two of you are interrupted by JARVIS.

„Ms Maximoff, Ms Y/LN“ he begins and the two of you look up to the ceiling and speakers „Your presence is urgently requested at a mission. A Quinjet is waiting outside“ he informs and you sigh, wishing this could have waited. „Wanda please“ you try again but she shakes her head, waving you off. „Let‘s get through this first“ she huffs before leaving you there and you sigh as you run to your room to get changed, making sure you get on the Quinjet in time as usually you wouldn‘t be called into missions this short notice, knowing something must have gone wrong.

The silence on the Quinjet is excruciating as you sit beside Wanda, watching her fidget with her rings and upon landing you are quick to unbuckle your seatbelt and make it to the mission grounds. As soon as you step out there it‘s pure chaos, a large field filled with your teammates and Avengers, as well as several enemies that you had fought off before, wondering how exactly they managed to come back as you had been sure Tony locked them up at the time. You watch them fighting, weapons clashing and screams errupting around you and you glance at Wanda before jumping into action. It takes the witch mere seconds to realize what this is, finding herself in her vision from before and when she watches you connect with the others, she can‘t help but run after you.

„What the hell?“ you ask as you reach Tony and Steve and they sigh as they explain you what went wrong and how they managed to escape. „Go.. we need to get them seperated again“ he instructs and you nod before you scan your surroundings and get ready. But then Wanda appears in front of you, mouth hanging open ready to speak and eyes wide as her hands hold onto your arms. „Y/N you need to go“ she speaks, her voice filled with fear and your eyebrows furrow as this had been the first time she spoke to you properly in weeks. „What? I‘m not leaving we only just got here“ you protest but she isn‘t having it. „You trust me right? I‘m telling you now you need to go“ she demands but you don‘t follow.

„Wanda? I‘m not leaving you or the team“ you sigh and she knows how loyal and stubborn you are. Before she can think about how to get you out of there, she watches as your eyes widen as you focus on something behind her. „Watch out“ you scream before pushing her out the way and there it was, the same blast, the same thud as you sink to the floor, your uniform staining in blood as she kneels beside you. „Wands?“ you mumble through the pain, your eyes finding hers and almost pleading with her. „You..- you.. you‘re okay“ she whispers, her eyes filling with tears as she puts her hands over your wounds, trying to heal and rid you from the pain. „Why did you.. god Y/N“ she cries now as she tries focusing on her magic while chaos errupts around you further. „Wanda I need to tell“ you whisper through the pain but before you can finish, you watch as a huge surge of red flows from Wanda‘s hands into your body, not only knocking you right out as she heals you but also sending any enemies near her to the ground.

The Avengers stop- mid fight- mid air, never having seen the witches magic so strong before, the redhead just having ended this fight, healing their own and not only bringing the enemies to the ground but also putting cuffs on them, ready to transport them to wherever they had managed to escape from. They rush over as they see the witch on her knees hovering above you. „Is she okay?“ Steve asks, his features filled with shock as he takes in your form but Wanda remains silent, shocked about her own magic and how the vision came true but not in that way. „Wanda?“ Natasha manages to snap her out of it as her hand reaches her shoulder.

The witch‘s breath hitches as her hands cup your cheeks, able to feel your lifeforce and sighing in relief as she realizes you are fine. „She‘s fine“ the redhead mumbles as she looks at the others, the team both amazed but terrified at what just happened. But Natasha and some of the others knew, knew about your mutual feelings for each other, knowing Wanda‘s feelings were more than strong and caused this surge in her magic. The witch looks at Tony, unsure what to do before he takes over. „Natasha take them back, make sure she‘s alright, the rest of us will finish here“. The Black Widow nods before taking you into her arms and guiding Wanda to the Quinjet, the witch feeling a little shaky caused by the strength of her power.

„Are you good?“ she asks as Wanda nods „I‘ll fly you back“ she explains, knowing she‘d be much faster if she did it rather than the usual auto pilot. Carefully Natasha places you beside Wanda, buckling you in before getting into the cockpit and beginning the journey. There is silence as Wanda feels both relieved but shocked about what happened, worried about what her magic may have done to you and whether she had hurt you. As Natasha guides you both home, you stir a little, vision blurry as you make out the edges of the plane, and instinctively moving your hand to reach for Wanda‘s knowing she would be closeby. And when your fingertips reach for her, her breath hitches before her eyes fall on you, seeing how you are awake for mere seconds before falling asleep again, your fingers interlaced with her own and she makes sure to hold on tight, both wanting to feel close to you, having missed you and feeling bad for what had happened in the last few weeks but also wanting you to know she is there.

Hours pass as both women get you inside, Natasha checking with Wanda but the witch reassuring her she has got this before the Black Widow returns to the team. Wanda had chosen her own room, knowing she could take care of you there, not finding med bay quite necessary, at least until you are awake. And it does take you a good while to regain conciouness and sleep off Wanda‘s magic and the trauma your body had been through. By the time you do, you feel disoriented. The glow of Wanda‘s beside lamp barely illuminating the room but still you knew where you were, her room and her bed. By the time you try to move and feel the aching in your chest, you remember why. You shift, wincing and then your eyes fall upon Wanda , sitting on a chair by the window, the glow of the moon illuminating her frame.

You can hear her uneven breaths, quiet sobs that she was trying to supress. „Hey“ you rasp, voice breaking as you fill the heavy silence in the room. Her head shoots up immediately though, eyes red and puffy, relief flickering across her face for a moment but quickly replaced by something darker, pain, anger and guilt. She stands, crossing the room to you but stopping herself before she reaches the bed, afraid to get too close. „You‘re awake“ she says, voice barely audible. „Yeah“ you whisper, forcing yourself to sit up despite the pain in your body. „Wanda I“ you begin but she cuts you off, voice trembling „Why? why did you do it?“ she asks, jaw tight as her hands ball into fists at her sides. „Why did you throw yourself in front of me? why would you- why would you ever risk everything like that?“

Your throat tightens as memories from before come rushing back „I had to“ you say quietly, noticing her anger and distress. „No you didn‘t!“ she snaps, voice rising as magic sparks around her hands, flickering red in the dark room. „You didn‘t have to do anything! I could have handled it- I would have handled it. But you“ she stops herself, voice cracking as tears spill down her cheeks, remembering your lifeless body on the floor, the expression on your face and the pain. „I couldn‘t lose you Wands“ you say, the words spilling before you could stop them. „I can‘t ever lose you“. Her breath hitches in response and for a moment she just stares at you, tears falling freely now. „You almost died. If it wasn‘t for me, you would be dead now“ she whispers „Do you even understand what that would have done to me?“.

Your heart aches at the sight of her, so broken and vulnerable, wanting nothing more than pulling her into your arms. You swallow hard, your own tears threatening to spill. „I know“ you say softly „I know what that would have done to you and I‘m so sorry“ you hesitate carrying on as your hands tremble in your lap. „But what?“ she asks as she takes a shaky step closer, eyes searching your own. And there it was again, that same expression from before on your features. „I love you“ you admit, voice breaking „I have loved you for so long, I don‘t remember what it feels like not to love you. But I didn‘t say anything because I know you were hurting and I didn‘t wanna mess things up. But I could never not protect you, you are too precious to be gone from this world and I could never forgive myself. I love you Wanda and I‘m sorry“.

„Y/N“ she sighs as she tilts her head to the side „I mean every word, I love you and I know I was selfish and reckless but I could never live in a world where you aren‘t in it“. She pauses, unsure what to make of your words. „I saw this happen“ she whispers as you furrow your brows „On the last mission I saw the future and I saw you die and I couldn‘t protect you from it“ she cries now, sobs wrecking through her „And I‘m so sorry for pushing you away and keeping my distance but I thought- thought I could protect you“ she cries, causing your own tears to spill. „But you did“ you counter, meeting her eyes as she looks at you.

„You saved me today“ you smile at her and then she walks over, sinking on the bed beside you. „I love you too“ she admits, raw and vulnerable, never thinking those words could leave her lips ever again after her past. „You‘re an idiot- a reckless, self sacrificing idiot but I love you“ she admits, causing you to let out a shaky laugh, your tears mingling with hers. „But you love me?“ you ask, barely a whisper, voice small and scared. Her lips tremble as she nods „I do“ she whispers, voice breaking. „And god Y/N I can‘t lose you, I wouldn‘t survive it“ she cries. „You won‘t have to. I‘m here and I won‘t go anywhere“ you promise, causing her eyes to find yours again.

And then her soft wet tear stained lips find yours, knocking your breath away as you had thought about this moment for an eternity and it‘s just as soft as you imagined, both of you fitting the words you couldn‘t exchange right now into the kiss. By the time you pull away in need for oxygen, Wanda moves forward, leaning her forhead against yours as she holds you close. „My idiot“ she whispers, smiling as she knows there is still a lot to talk about but as of right now, she could get used to this, having you close and being able to call you her own, her family and her home.

[thetxtdevil]

Something in the Dark

Vampire!Yeonjun x Reader

summary: Handcuffed to the vampire mafia leader’s bed was not on your bingo card this year :/

content: smut, mafia au, vampire/mafia leader dom.yeonjun, fem.reader, kinda ot5 x reader?, one death, blood, bloodsucking, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome?, restraints, fingering, oral (f.rec), edging, (small bit of) nipple play, penetration no condom use, aftercare

word count: 1.2k

Handcuffed to the vampire mafia leader’s bed was not on your bingo card this year :/

It was your fault you got in this mess, what was a sweet innocent girl doing in the wrong parts of town? Looking down a dark hazy alleyway hidden from the bustle of society. It was because your nose couldn't help to seek the cause of a cry. Finding a group of men beating and sucking? The living shit of someone who “wronged them.”

You thought you were going to pass out with the amount of blood shed from one guy. Colors of crimson everywhere on the man and the gang, their mouths, hands, and clothes.

Frozen on the spot not knowing what to do in the middle of a group of vampires. You could not run, they’ll out run you. Can't say anything, they already know what you’re thinking. And overall, they already could smell you, especially the oldest, the leader of the clan, Yeonjun, who already had his eyes on you the moment you took a step into the alleyway’s view.

"What's a pretty girl doing here?" Yeonjun struts towards you. His presence made you gasp as you hit your back on the brick wall. The vampire's scarlet hair was bright and matched his red irises. His nose runs along your neck and you could feel his lips turn to a smirk. "How about this, instead of us killing you, we'll take you hmm?"

They also couldn’t let you run away spilling info about the mafia's last whereabouts and that they were bloodsucking vampires. So the choice was clear get kidnapped or else you'd end up being that guy on the ground.

Forced to be their walking blood bank and maid. Counting cash they "earned," cleaning their weapons, cleaning their mansion and making dinner for the 5 men which meant you had to keep a healthy diet and stay hydrated. You didn't know how much longer you can live like this.

Today seemed like a good to escape. Early in the morning, sun coming up but the vampires haven't returned from their nightly routine. Locked in Yeonjun's room, like you always were when they were gone, you look out of the the window deciding if the bushes outside would be a good cushion to jump in. Little did you know Yeonjun was behind you this whole time in the shadows. Grabbing you by the waist when you got close the edge of the window, and throwing you onto his bed. He hisses at the sting of sun rays hitting him resulting in a fast swoosh of the curtains leaving you in the dark. You scramble on the silk sheets of the bed trying to crawl away but another grip on your body pins you down.

That’s how you ended up being handcuffed to the bed. In the dark, helpless under the gaze of the vampire. Candles automatically light revealing a menacing grin from Yeonjun. You whine with tears streaking down your cheeks. "Aw precious, don't cry even though you were bad," he hovers over you once again trailing his nose along your neck "why would you want to leave? You've been doing well for us."

Squirming under the vampire's soft touches you try to answer him thinking why you were escaping. Instinct? yeah thats a given. Freedom? well then you'd always be hunted down. The more you thought of it the more you realized that although these men are very dangerous, they haven't done anything truly bad to you. They do suck your blood but never drain you to death, they calmly correct you if you did something wrong, they're not so bad right?

"Right, see there you go princess." Your eyes widen, Yeonjun was reading your thoughts this whole time. His plush lips start to peck the soft skin of your collarbones, "and don't forget how much pleasure you feel when we suck your blood, we can sense it." A pathetic moan slips from your lips in response to his soft bites to your shoulder. He was right you did get frenzied when you had their bodies so near and how the lightheadedness made your panties feel uncomfortable. I just want to be loved, you thought. "I'll show you how much I love you then" Yeonjun answers.

His lips connect to yours passionately making your heart flutter. The organ pumping blood was so loud and tempting to the vampire. Yeonjun smiles against your lips kissing your jaw down back to your neck. Tilting your head to the side accustomed to their bloodsucking tendencies. Yeonjun takes his time offering light pecks having you fight your restraints wanting to touch him. The vampire's fangs sharpen while a wondering hand moves down your nightgown and in between your legs.

His long fingers tease lightly brushing your cunt. Rolling your hips to his hand he recoils pushing your hips down hard. A quick bite down puncturing your neck as blood feeds the man stopped your squirming, body laying there for all of you to give. Yeonjun's fingers get back to your wet folds pushing your panties aside instantly pushing a digit in your hole. Your back arches hitting his chest as a long drawn out moan so sweet to the man's ears.

It wasn't long until you're lightheaded, loosing vision from the blood loss and the feeling of Yeonjun's fingers pleasing you. The vampire unlatches from your neck "damn you taste so good." He kisses your lips once more before removing your ruined panties, going down lapping up your slick cunt with his red lips. Your body felt like it was glitching every time Yeonjun's sharp tongue fucked you with his digit, every time his plush lips kissed and sucks your clit. Body shaking, thighs giving out only to have the vampire tease and remove himself from you.

You whine, sore red wrists fighting the cuffs again. "Jun please." Your begging tugs at the man's undead heartstrings. He loved you like this, arms up helplessly, your naked legs squeezing shut, nightgown bunched up so close to showing your breasts. Yeonjun leans down uncovering your tits to lick and play with your nipples. His red hair covering his eyes that were watching your slacked jaw. He lines his lengthy cock to your weeping hole holding your hips down in a bruising grip.

Slamming hard into you, your whole body bounces against the silk sheets. Nothing but moans and his name coming from from your mouth. Yeonjun forcefully stretches your legs around his shoulders. Pressing down to an angle that has you seeing stars. After another fang puncture to your tit you come on his cock. Yeonjun's inhumane thrusts has you crying at the overstimulation just to have him abuse your pussy more. Opening your eyes to see the man shudder his last thrust before cumming inside.

He lets go, removing himself to look at you entirely. You looked spent, blood streaking down your neck and breasts, bruises scattered in many places of your body. He walks away leaving your still locked up, tears about to spill as you watch the curtains move with the wind of the open window. Tired, your eyes about to drift to slumber until you felt a cold cloth on your sensitive parts.

The scary vampire mafia leader cleans you up. Licking off your blood before it dries, fixing your nightgown, and then releases you from the handcuffs. Your hand fly to his face caressing the pale skin. Although naturally dangerous, the smile he gives you was full of love. Maybe its not bad to live here after all...

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling

[the-s1lly-corner]

This one request may be a little out there but can I request various creepypastas walking the reader home after they notice someone trailing behind them? They don't know the reader that well, maybe they've just entered the friend stage?

Various crps walking the reader home

Ooooo love this idea sm, sm sm might YOINK this for other characters in a different post

Characters: nina, hoodie, masky, toby

Notes: reader is GN, you and the crp arent dating but you guys are friends/friendly

CWs: stalking(? Does it count if it's an isolated instance of being followed?), implied violence

NINA THE KILLER

doesnt even wait to greet you when shes close by, she calls for you and says hi as she rushes up to you from... wherever she just was-

hooks her arm around yours, and keeps her hold on you firmly... perhaps out of concern... the risk that you might get snatched by someone else and taken?

though its not likely, given that shes twirling her knife around in the air in plain sight as she practically skips by your side- talking to you so casually as if there was nothing wrong

as soon as the person is gone shes asking if youre alright- do you need her to add someone on the chopping block? because she can probably track them down and-

fully understanding if you dont want her to do anything like that, but you can tell shes still... contemplating... insists she spends at least some time with you when you get home to make sure all is well- during the time shes there shes making sure youre alright as well as helping ease yourself after something like that

HOODIE

very tall, likely towers over whoever is making you feel threatened. unlike masky, he does look back at the other person... almost as if he is sizing them up

in the light you swear you catch a shine of something hidden away in his pocket- but the need to pull it out never arises as the person keeps their distance

its dead quiet between the two of you- as expected, and he does give you some breathing room... hes slightly behind you, almost like a barrier between you and the creep

immediately stomps out any attempts the person makes at getting closing the gap by blocking their way and glaring down at them until they either go the other way or pass ahead of the two of you... and even then hes going to continue moving to keep between you and them

will come inside if you offer him, he keeps an eye out long after the danger has passed

MASKY

you were already so caught up in making a plan for what to do, that you didn't even realize Masky taking his spot next to you. He nearly scared you just as much as the person behind you, at least.. until you realized it was just him

keeps close to you, and doesn't give the one following you a look.. to further push the point that the two of you are together he wraps an arm around you and tugs you closer

for someone who is usually so adverse to touch, and being interested in keeping his personal space- he was more than willing to toss all of that out of the window to bring you even an ounce of security

you eventually lose them, but thats not going to stop him from walking you the rest of the way home. he doesnt invite himself in, but you catch him stalking around the outside of your house- as if making sure there was no other unwanted visitors

TICCI TOBY

not as quiet as his fellow proxies, and in fact will spin around to make a conflict if the person isnt dropping it as you draw closer to your neighborhood

its... hard to say its the right choice, but making noise does add in the uncomfortable fact that it may draw attention- that in of itself isnt the best for toby given his record... you know, with arson and the like..

and if the person takes it as an opening to rush forward? toby goes no where without his weapons, and if the person didnt take that into account or didnt notice them then thats on them! anything that happens afterwards is just karma!

even if it doesnt escalate to that he talks with you, making it clear that the two of you are familiar with each other- he spares no volume as he catches up with you- will flash his hatchet and perhaps drop some recent work he was meant to do for his boss

gladly takes your invitation to stay, keeps you company and you both end up having a sleepover together

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats her baby and

Aaron Hotchner X Spencer Reid X Daughter Reader

Request: Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader  where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats his baby

Third person pov...

It was always a busy day in the Hotchner household, with Aaron Hotchner balancing his job as a BAU Unit Chief and his duties as a single father to his daughter and son But despite his hectic schedule, he always made sure to spend quality time with his children.

At the moment, Aaron was helping his daughter get dressed as she would be going to work with him today, Jack had school, Aaron had dropped him of earlier.

The two were currently in the little girls room, Aaron kneeling on the floor going throug his daughter clothes before her voice made him turn towards her.

"Daddy, can I wear my princess dress today?" the 5-year-old asked with wide, hopeful eyes, Aaron couldn't resist her adorable request and smiled.

"Of course you can, princess. But let's make sure you wear some comfy shoes too.' He carefully picked out a pair of sparkly flats for her to wear.

Once the 5 year offer as dressed the two headed out the door and to the FBI headquarters.

The young gurl was bursting with excitement as she followed her dad, Aaron Hotchner, to the BAU headquarters. Being five years old, she didn't really understand what her dad did for work, but you knew it was important and cool.

'Morning, Uncle Spencer!' The girl exclaimed as she ran up to the tall, lanky man standing at his desk.

"Good morning, Y/N" Reid smiled down at the girl, He loved spending time with Y/N she was a bright light at the office and always had the most interesting questions.

"Can I help you with anything today?" She asked with wide eyes.

Reid chuckled, 'Of course, you can help me with everything!'

'Y/N, come on, we have to go to my office,' your dad called out.

'Okay, bye Uncle Spencer!' Y/N waved as she followed her dad.

As the H/C girl walked through the office, she noticed her dad's colleague, Derek Morgan, staring at her and her dad with a smirk.

'What's so funny, Morgan?' Hotch asked, noticing his expression.

'Nothing, Hotch. Just admiring how much Y/N looks like her dad,' Morgan teased, winking at the girl.

They all watched in amusement as she turned to the man with a pout, "But I want to look like Uncle Spencer!"

Hotch laughed and ruffled his daughters hair, 'Trust me, Y/N, you're much cuter than Uncle Spencer.'

They both entered the mans office and he sat the girl down in a chair while he went through some paperwork.

'Hey, Y/N, do you want to help me catch some bad guys?' The dad asked, his serious tone making the 5 year old sit up straighter in her chair.

'Really?' Y/N asked with excitement.

'Of course, you're my secret weapon,' the dad grinned before handing his daughter a pen and a clipboard.

While Hotch worked on the computer,

Y/N scribbled on the clipboard, feeling very important. Suddenly, Y/N heard her dad's phone ring and his face fell as he answered it.

'What's wrong, Daddy?' Y/N asked, sensing his sudden shift in mood.

'Nothing, Y/N. Just a case,' Her dad replied with a forced smile.

'Is it dangerous?' The 5 year old asked with concern.

'Probably not, don't worry,' the dad reassured her.

But she could see the worry in his eyes. She knew it was a lie. The little 5 yrar old knew her dad's job was dangerous and didn't like the idea of him getting hurt.

'Uncle Spencer will keep you safe,' She said, still holding onto the belief that Reid was her protector.

Hotches tired face softened at his daughters words and he gave a small smile, 'Yes, he will.'

Y/N apent the rest of the day helping her dad at the office, keeping her mind off the case. But as the team headed out, the little girl couldn't help but feel a little sad that her daddy had to leave.

Before the tewm headed out Spencer walked up to the young child, he looked at her sad face and thought if something to cheer her up.

'Hey, why don't we make a deal?' Reid suggested, giving thr girl a gentle smile and holding her hand.

'What kind of deal?' She girl asked, intrigued her sad expression vanishing.

'You keep an eye on me and make sure I stay safe, and I'll do the same for your dad,' Reid said with a smile.

Y/N odded eagerly, 'Deal!'

Reid grinned and picked the young child up, both laughing he began spinning around many times before placing you back on the ground.

Both dizzy but smiles on their faces.

'Come on, let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into,' Reid chuckled as he took the girls hand again, they both made their way out of the office.

Y/Ns dad watched the two with a mix of amusement and jealousy. He knew his daughter adored Reid and he couldn't blame her. Reid was a great friend and role model, and he was glad to have him in his children's life.

But as the two of them walked around the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little left out. He was Y/Ns dad, after all. But he knew that she were in good hands with her Uncle Spencer, and that was all that mattered.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, woo 2 in one night this is strange, decided to treat you guys to two of these oneshots I know you've missed them, I'm still working on getting through the rest of the requests but I will get through them thank you for your patience.

Sorry for this one being shorter than usual anyway sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count : 1016

[shotmrmiller]

Imagine Johnny meeting the girl who's the designated driver - who's just there ensuring her friends all get home safe and that they don't wander off. She's just desperately herding them like cats away from danger and clearly has her hands full as the mom friend. Lmaooo

"Have some water. Does anybody need a granola bar? Oh, I forgot about this in my purse...."

(the purse she carries also doubles as a weapon cause that bitch is heavy)

(no I'm not slightly projecting. Lies.)

the one who gives him a polite ㅤsmile and a pat on the arm thats grabbing her (unhand me, scot.) shes super distracted while he's trying to lay it on thick, eyes flicking left and right, sometimes rising to her toes to look over the beef wall in front of her. johnny quickly steps back, hands up by his chest in a surrendering gesture. he gets it, you're not interested. he might not be the most aware in social situations but even he can read between those lines.

she's quick to stop him though because there's a man all up in one of her friends' personal space and she looks a little too pissed. johnny's apple cheeked when she tell him to follow her, heading her friends way.

also, she's the type to be dd all the time, so she knows what to say to her friends. yknow like that card that one tall ass man gave someone and it says like i'm 6'9" no i don't play basketball stuff

she's like that, just pointing a finger and going from friend to friend.

yes, i have your phone.

no, you cannot have another shot.

do not-- give me that-- you will not be going to the after party.

no, you can't go home with her. you don't even know her name! oh really? what is it? that's what i thought, get in the car.

lmao