#nothing else would really cross their mind... unless they were told

[rottmnt-residuum]

So, was April in a Hidden City Prison?

Also, I searched Hueso on your blog and got nothing (maybe Run of the Mill was shown in a part but I forgot).

What's up with bone man? Did the turtles talk with him at all before THE HORRORS happened? What about junior?

I would think he closed up shop cause it was too dangerous not to?

Still reeling from this week's events by the way!

April was just in a holding cell at a police station human side.

Bonemans been gone for a long time, and as nice as the fanon interpretation of him and leo's relationship is... it just doesn't apply here. Ultimately, his main priority is him and his people. Leo isn't his.

I couldn't find a natural place to allude to this in comic, i scrapped like ten different lines in part 25 and a scene in part 11 because it just wasn't flowing right. Eventually, i just kinda gave up as it isn't super important to the plot and is just background information really ahaha

[wandaslittleweirdo]

Liar

part 1: precious || masterlist

⋆⋆౨ৎ pairing: 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!𝚐𝚏!𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 ༝༝ 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

summary: The truth always comes to light, even if the liar has done everything in their power to try and keep you from it.

warnings: dubcon, smut, mind control, top!wanda, manipulation/gaslighting, drama tehe, strap usage (R recieving), voyeurism, strap blowjob (W recieving), reader sucks wandas fingers (can you tell I have insane oral fixation?), pet names, small mix of praise kink and degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, strap referred to as dick, Stockholm syndrome, age gap > r is 20 w is 32

A/N: this is absolute filth. but fics r all about imagination and having fun, no one will ever stop me from sharing my disgusting thoughts with the internet

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this is a dark fic. 18+. wlw. men & minors dni!

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It’s been two months since the night of your abduction. You’ve been staying with Wanda and have never been happier.

You remember the day you woke up in her cabin. You were frightened and confused, but she was patient and her peaceful nature soothed you. She carefully explained everything, why you were in her cabin, why you could barely walk, and why you had that cut on your cheek.

You were attacked and chased into the woods. She was your knight and shining armour who had found you laying unconscious in the crunchy autumn leaves while she was hunting. You also vividly recall saying you’d do anything to show how thankful you are, her lips pulling into a big goofy smile.

“Anything, you say?”

And it all just went up from there.

The thought of your life before Wanda never crossed your mind. She always kept you on your toes. One day you’re hiking up mountains with her and the next she’s teaching you how to shoot her shotgun.

“Bam! You got all of the targets first try! That was incredible, Y/N.”

But you didn’t need shooting a gun or slumping your way up mountains to feel like you’re on your toes. Cooking dinner together, watching new shows, going to sleep tangled in each others arms or swimming in the nearby waterfall was just as invigorating, because she made it so.

Wanda took you in and loved you. She feeds you, she shelters you, she protects you. She makes you feel safe and treats you like a princess.

Throughout your bliss, there was only one thing that constantly bothered you. A frustrated thought you kept trying to shove away, but would always float back at some point.

You weren’t allowed to leave the cabin.

Of course, the hunting and the walks were okay, but you could never see what was going on outside of the woods unless it was through the news or Wanda herself. You couldn’t step foot out of the house without Wanda following close behind. When you really acknowledge it, you describe the feeling as if you’re on display, constantly being spied on and never having the privacy every human craves.

Whenever you bring up the fact that she watches you or follows you at seemingly unnecessary times, she explains that it would be rude if you told her she’s being invasive when she’s just protecting you.

She also claims everything outside of the woods is disgusting and you aren’t missing out. She says people are cold and heartless, nothing but a bunch of soul dead blobs walking in their black and white reality everyday.

But in the most peaceful moments, like right now where your arms are wrapped around her torso and your legs tied around one of hers, imitating the position of a clingy koala, everything else doesn’t seem to matter. She gently rakes her hand through your hair and randomly pinches your cheeks, but both sets of eyes remain on the TV.

“You’re lucky, Y/N. We have so much fun together, no one ever goes out and does things anymore! Trust me. Nothing out there is as good as what’s here.”

You reminisce the conversation you had with her the other day, your heart warming as her persuasive words echo through your mind.

Wanda’s right. This is good… I don’t need anyone but her.

“Sweetheart, I have to go to the store. We don’t have any milk or bread.” She taps the top of your head gently, silently asking you to sit up but you only whine and clutch onto her harder. You rub your nose into her soft v neck sweater, feeling her stomach tense as she lets out a dry laugh. “Come on, angel. I’m just getting milk I’ll be home before you know it.”

“That’s what my dad said.” You murmur into the wool. She gasps playfully at your humour, a tiny smile on her lips as she flicked the back of your head in an act to scold you. “Don’t joke about stuff like that miss!”

“No! It’s how I cope.” You rub the back of your head and pout at her, reluctantly sitting up onto your knees while an unhappy crease sits itself between your brows. Her smile widens as she gazes at you, nothing but adoration swimming in those viridescent irises.

She pushes your dishevelled hair out of your face and leans in slowly, eyes fixated on your lips. Her kiss is as gentle as ever, her fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer. Every complaint you were ready to throw at her suddenly slips your mind, and all you can think about is how soft her lips feel moving against yours. The hair framing her face smells of her green apple shampoo, a specific something you grew to obsess over.

“Oookay, have to go now.” She pulls back and swiftly puts herself on her feet. She happily escorts herself over to the door to grab her coat and slip her shoes on, the cocky smile never leaving her face.

You fall face forward into the couch while making various irritated and disapproving grumbles. She slides her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, her smile distorting into a sort of impish grin when she specifically hears the words,

“You’re evil, Wanda.”

“Maybe, but you love it.” She laughs softly before slinging her purse over her shoulder and opening the door.

“See you soon, princezná!” You huff at the sound of the door shutting followed by the click of the lock. You could continue to watch a movie… or you could go into your girlfriends closet and steal her clothes.

Excitement starts brewing inside of you as you spring up from the couch and run into your shared bedroom. You yank the closet door open, taking the sleeve of one of her hoodies and rubbing your face into it. The faint smell of sandalwood and a sweet-spicy cinnamon still lingers on it, and now all you can think of is drowning yourself in the mouth watering autumn scent.

You pluck out a red flannel shirt and a dark blue pair of jeans. But as you flip through her many pieces of clothing, a cardboard box in the corner of her top shelf catches your eye. You frown and push yourself onto your tippy toes, groaning and stretching your limbs until you could finally grasp the package.

The box is covered in a thin layer of dust indicating it hasn’t been touched in a while. You giggle excitedly, box in hand as you run over to your shared bed and make yourself comfortable.

We tell each other everything, she must have some dirty secrets in here..

You place your hand on the lid of the laptop, prepared to open it until a sting of guilt stops you. Your excitement fades into adrenaline as you nervously tap your foot against the carpeted floor.

She’ll tell me about this eventually, right?

But she’s had so many opportunities to say something…

Fuck it.

A puzzled expression takes over your features seeing the computer had only nine screens open. They’re all at least 360p, tv static glitching out a video every five or so seconds. Then you notice where the cameras were pointing too. One in Wanda’s room, one covering the area of her living room, one facing towards the kitchen and the others scattered around outside.

Security cameras?

Your eyes flicker to the red circle flashing in the top left corner of the screen, the capital letters “LIVE” typed in next to it. Then, just below that, an even smaller text with todays date. You click it and a list of options pop up, scrolling down and seeing she installed them in 2015.

You excitedly flip back to two months ago, the day you and Wanda met. You can watch your love unfold all over again but now from a different perspective.

You giddily scrub through the timeline and watch yourself wander around outside, then fast forwarding again until Wanda walks to the door and opens it to you. Your brows pinch together; you don’t seem hurt at all and you’re clearly not unconscious. In fact, you seem wary of her.

Your curiosity heightens as you quietly observe yourself take a seat on her couch and sit there, tapping your lap awkwardly. You skip further ahead and stop when you see Wanda jump onto you. Your hand flies over your mouth, the sickening realisation starting to dawn on you.

She lied to me…

How did I forget everything?

You drag the little dot further through the video, your heart thudding in your ears. A red glow in the darkness of her room causes the frown on your face to deepen and you to scroll back.

You almost forget how to breathe when you see red wisps escape the fingertips of your beloved girlfriend, the red seeping it’s way through the side of your forehead and infecting your unconscious mind.

She does this continuously for minutes, destroying every thought in your head. Your opinions, beliefs and judgments so she can start off with a clean canvas. Everything from your old life comes rushing back, your memories flashing at you like big bright billboards on 2x speed.

Your childhood, your parents divorcing, your bullies in high school and more specifically— the night you met Wanda. Surrounded by tall, thin, white bark trees as the echo of your own voice called after something or someone named Daisy. The disorientation and utter sadness you felt wandering aimlessly. The anxiety you felt in the pit of your stomach while walking up to Wanda’s cabin. Everything that happened that night, including her handing you the drink to then ordering you to put it down.

Clover-

Frankie?

Daisy…

Wanda.

“Y/N! I’m back!” You gasp, quickly blinking away the tears that rimmed your eyes. You slam the computer shut and shove it in its box, clumsily dropping the lid back on and running to put it back into her closet.

You just shut the door when Wanda’s voice startles you from the doorway.

“You okay honey? You look shaken.” You take a step back when she advances, almost like a reflex or a flinch, and it does not go unnoticed by her. She squints ever so slightly, her head tipping to the side.

I don’t know this woman. I need to leave. Now.

“Yeah I’m okay I just.. stubbed my toe.” She tuts, walking over to you and snakes her arms around your waist. “Aww, my poor baby. I bought strawberries though, will that cheer you up?” She whispers into your head and you melt, fingers twitching against the material of her soft coat.

My Wanda..

“T-Thank you, Wands.” This is Wanda. The loving, beautiful and generous Wanda you fell for. But she erased your whole life so she could cage you and keep you for herself.

Don’t get swayed by strawberries! Focus!

She whispers a sweet I love you before kissing your head and turning around. She picks up a thick knitted cardigan laying on the bed and throws it to you. “It’s cold, put this on and I’ll go light a fire.”

She waltzes out of the door and down the short hallway, leaving you a big, confused ball of nerves.

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Wanda switches on the TV and invites you to sit next to her. You don’t say anything and accept, seating yourself by her no matter how on edge you feel because Wanda knows you. She can tell when you’re hiding something, and if you don’t want to sit next to her after begging her to stay home, something is obviously wrong.

Wanda watches the movie like she normally would. Laughing here and there, playing with your hair or placing a friendly hand on your thigh. You on the other hand have no idea what’s happening in the movie because your mind is racing with thoughts on what you should be doing.

Do I confront her? Do I run away? Do I stay and act like I don’t know anything?

“Hey Wands?” You say without thinking, immediately regretting your words and curse at yourself for acting so impulsively. She hums, eyes still focused on the tv.

“If I asked you a question… would you answer truthfully?”

“Of course, I always do.” She answers, her voice soft with a hint of worry as she pointed the remote at the television to shut it off. You want to believe her over what your own eyes saw, you wish you had never touched or opened that box. Everything would’ve stayed perfect. But sadly, you have to accept the fact that it was never perfect. You were played and life isn’t the paradise she pretended it was.

“I… I found the laptop.” You unwravel yourself from her hold so you can sit up and face her. Your mind so caught up on the anxiety rumbling around in your stomach, you miss the faint crimson flash behind her irises and the tiny tense of her shoulders.

“What laptop?”

“The one hooked up to the security cameras.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, love.” She chuckled, shifting uncomfortably as she shook her head and avoided your frantic stare. You bite the inside of your cheek, gently taking her hand between yours and softening your tone of voice. The last thing you want to do is make her upset or start an argument.

“Okay, then just answer this… What happened the night we met?”

“I told you, I saved you-“

“No Wanda. What. happened?” You enunciate your last words, voice trembling as you desperately cling onto the hope that she’ll tell you what happened and explain why she lied. This is her chance to admit to everything, but she doesn’t take it.

“I’m telling you the truth, Y/N. Why are you questioning me?” You feel burning tears sit behind your eyes and your lips quivers, your patience worn into a thread as you pinch your temple.

This is the woman you love and trust most in the world, it breaks your heart that the foundation of your relationship was built on lies and manipulation. It breaks your heart even more so knowing that the Wanda you thought you knew could just be a fake persona, anything feels possible right now.

“I told you, I found the laptop and saw the security cameras. I know what actually happened.” She lets out a small laugh, your expression changing to one of disbelief watching her shrug as if what she did isn’t that bad.

“Okay… well it’s not a big deal-“

“You made me forget my entire life! I’m scared, Wanda. You lied to me. I want to know who I am, not who you want me to be!” You lose the composure you were holding on to, standing up and throwing your hands around.

She clenches her jaw when you yell these words at her, her nostrils flaring and her eyes poisoned with an ironclad rage. She slowly stands to her feet and you internally kick yourself—regretting how you spoke to her as she looms over you. Her tightened jaw and her slit pupils reminded you of a snake ready to attack, pointing a finger in your face before she speaks her next words.

“You came to me for help. And I helped you. I treat you like a fucking queen and that’s how you speak to me?” Shes not yelling, her voice is quiet but created purely of anger and disappointment. Honestly, you’d prefer yelling.

“But Wanda.. that’s not fair-“

“Don’t you talk to me about what’s fair. I’ve done everything possible to make sure you’re happy and now you’re scared of me?” Tears well your eyes as you stare at her, the salty drops blurring your vision and rolling down your face every time you blink. That familiar lump gets caught in your throat, forcing whatever you wanted to say right back down. You’ve never seen her so furious, and you never expected to be the reason for her to be.

“I know the life you lived before me. You lived alone with two bunnies, you hate your family, worked as a waitress and had one friend. You know I treat you better than anyone else ever has.” Your eyes dart to the floor, shame swelling inside of you.

Wanda makes me happy, why did I ruin it all?

“But if you’re going to talk to me like that after I’ve taken such good care of you, I guess there’s no point in being nice.” Your eyes fly up at her again, hoping to see some sort of playfulness in her expression. No matter how hard you searched there wasn’t a hint of that gentle gaze she always had for you.

“Get on your knees, Y/N.”

“What-“

“On your fucking. Knees.”

You let out a shaky breath before slowly sinking down to your knees. Your eyes stay stuck to your fidgeting fingers, anxiously waiting for her next orders. “You’re so pretty, it’s a shame you act like such a spoiled little brat.” She unbuttons her jeans and tugs down at the zip, pulling out a large red strap she hid inside of the denim.

“Open.” You hesitate before taking it into your hand, eyes looking up at her nervously before sticking your tongue out and teasing it. You take the tip into your mouth, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks around it, eyes begging for some type of approval. Her mouth opens slightly, quiet pants escaping her as she watches the end of the strap disappear into your mouth repeatedly.

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, impatiently pushing her hips forward and forcing the rest of the length into your mouth. “You can’t act all tough with a dick in your mouth, can you?” She sneers. You feel her touch the back of your throat, the faux cock weighing heavy on your tongue as you gagged around it. You claw at her hips and pull at her sweater, but she doesn’t budge.

“Breathe out of your nose, baby.” You do as you’re told, breathing in through your nose while drool dripped down your chin. She picks up your loose hair with her hand and gathers it behind your head, using it as leverage to move your head however she pleases.

“I want you to touch yourself, touch yourself for me please…” She whimpered. Her hips start to move, pumping the toy into your mouth at a merciful pace. Your spit falls from your lips to the carpet underneath you as you slowly remove one of your hands from her to push into your shorts, not wasting a second before thrusting two fingers into yourself.

You moan around the strap while she forces your head back and forth by your hair and snaps her hips harder, breath hitching at the sight of you grinding your hips against your own hand.

She rams into your mouth, hot, breathless praises falling from her lips and raining down onto you. The material of the toy rubs perfectly against her clit, both of you impatiently chasing your highs with increasingly fast and sloppy movements. You feel your walls clench and as you curl your fingers, you notice her thighs start to shake.

“Fuck! Cum with me… let go, sweet girl.”

Her string of moans flow smoothly throughout her silent cabin as she bucked her hips up and further into your mouth. Your juices spill into your hand, your bodies pulsing and sweaty. She squeezes her eyes shut as hot-white pleasure surges through her, and you do the exact same, clenching your thighs together as your eyelids flutter.

She pulls out and you take a deep breath in, your chest heaving and head spinning because of the lack of oxygen. She watches you withdraw your hand from your shorts and your cheeks fade to a hot pink seeing your fingers coated in the sticky cum.

She takes your clean hand and guides you to lay on the couch. You melt into the soft sofa, legs twitching and your eyes shut. You weakly mumble protests when you feel her climb on top of you and immediately starts tugging at your shorts, pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the side. She moves her hand and massages your pussy, eagerly listening to all of your icky sounds. You squirm and try jerking away from her, but her hand pins your hips back down to the couch, forcing you to endure the intensity of her touch.

“Wands, I’m tired..” She smiles, your voice low and husked from your sore throat.

“Don’t you hear that, baby? You’re so wet for me, even when I’m mean to you.” She shushes your begging while using her hand to move your sticky panties out of the way. She lines herself up to your hole, slowly pushing inside and doesn’t wait before picking up her speed.

“You’re so tight..” You sob, feeling smothered and hot from her hands groping at you, her body like a chunk of burning coal hovering above you. She wipes some of your cum from your fingers with her own, then moving them towards your mouth and sliding them in. She exhales shakily and her hips stutter when you swirl your tongue around her fingertips, opening your eyes the slightest bit so you can catch her reaction.

“God, you’re so good like that…” She slams into you harder, adoring the whines that would muffle because of your stuffed mouth. She feels your walls clench around the strap again and her lips stretch into a smug smirk.

“Aww gotta cum already? You wanna make a mess all over my strap, baby? Yeah?” Her voice hitches higher, patronising you in a way she knew you loved.

She takes it all in. Your tits bouncing underneath your shirt from her thrusts and your hardened nipples peeking through. Your flushed cheeks. The sweat glistening off of your forehead and your inner brows perked upwards. You could only moan an answer to her question, legs writhing and eyes glazed over as you stare at her in your euphoric haze.

Then it hits you, the feeling that you’d describe as tasting a slice of heaven and hell at the same time. Your back arches and your muscles tighten. You gasp and pathetically attempt to kick at her when she starts to toy with your sensitive clit, but cease your actions when she shoves her fingers further into your throat as a silent warning.

The last thing you remember before slowly drifting off into your long awaited slumber, is Wanda’s hands running down your sides, the top of her head and your stomach flexing as she kissed her way down your stomach.

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[amomentsescape]

OooooO! Could I get a Slasher X reader! Like where another "rival" Slasher gets interested in another Slasher's So?

When Another Slasher Becomes Interested in Reader

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A/N: I decided to not go into specifics on who the "rival" slasher was since it would have involved a lot of background and explanation on why they were in the UK in the first place.

Brahms's jealousy and possession over you knows no bounds

He doesn't even want you within a 3 foot radius of the man whose only job is to drop off groceries

He enjoys having you all to himself, living in the middle of nowhere with only him as your company

He may be the one who needs to be taken care of, but that's not to say that he doesn't want you to rely on him too

He has always wanted you to seek out his protection

He loves to see you curl up beside him and just fully relax in his presence

In fact, Brahms is never satisfied unless he is fully enveloping you with an iron grip, making sure nothing else can touch you and you can't sneak away

So when the feelings of paranoia began, Brahms went into a frenzy

He triple checked the locks on all the doors and windows every single night

He set up a security system to prevent anyone from breaking in

He even stopped hiding within the walls during the day and instead spent 24/7 right next to you

You questioned his sudden change in behavior

He told you he could feel someone watching you two

He could tell that you weren't really alone anymore

This freaked you out a bit

Brahms may be childish, but he's not stupid

You began to trust his word a bit more after that

It wasn't until one day that you decide to slip out of the house for a couple minutes

Brahms refused to let you outside or to even open a window the past few weeks, and this was beginning to wear on you

The cool air immediately calmed you down, and you began to question what he was so worried about in the first place

But right as the thought crossed your mind, you heard a branch snap beside you

You immediately turned and saw a masked man standing there, his height towering over you

He had a massive blade in his hand that sent a shiver down your spine

In that moment, you knew you should have listened to Brahms

You turned to run, but the Slasher was faster

He grabbed you by the jaw and turned you towards him, forcing you to look at him

To your surprise, his grip loosened slightly as he began to rub his thumb along your cheek

The feeling was familiar in a way to what Brahms would do sometimes

But that didn't make the moment any less terrifying

You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he kept a firm hold on you

Just when you were about to call out for Brahms, the Slasher was slammed to the ground

You could see Brahms and the Slasher in a tussle, rolling around in the dirt while the sound of hard hits and cracking knuckles echoed throughout the quiet forest

You were worried for Brahms since the other Slasher was just as tall and strong as he was

But to your surprise, Brahms got the upper hand

He slammed his fist over and over again onto the man's mask, causing it to crack and splinter into his skin

This distracted him for just long enough that Brahms could grab a large rock, forcing it straight into the man's forehead

All movement ceased, and Brahms sat there, breathing heavily

When he finally turned to you, you slowly walked over to make sure he was okay

Before you could even say a word, Brahms had you pinned to a tree

His hands snaked along your waist as he pulled you flush against him

His lips were on yours in a hurry, his kisses hungrier than you had ever felt them before

He'll most definitely lock you back inside the house for the foreseeable future after this, but at least for now, you can just relish in his possessiveness and desire

[milksuu]

𓆩🖤𓆪 Screw Your Bike! 𓆩🖤𓆪

❥ prompt: You hated to admit it but, you were jealous of a damn motorcycle. How was it possible to feel second place to a vrooming object with two-wheels? What did it have that you didn't? A leather seat and a holo-graphic chrome wrap, really? Well, if Kayn wanted to take a ride, he'd have to go through you. Literally and figuratively. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, dom!kayn, dirty talk, bratty behavior, profanity ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!kayn x f!reader

You were going to be in so much trouble. Good. That's where you wanted to be. After being blown off recently, you weren't trying to be nice. If Kayn wanted to keep having fun with his new toy, then he'd have to go through you.

"Where the hell are my keys?" He growled out loud. Frustration igniting that irresistible scowl across his features. "I swear, if Ezreal thought It'd be funny to hide them, then it's going to be funnier when I murder him."

Oh. Poor Ezreal. You hated if he ever took the blame for your misdeed. But your secret wouldn't be kept for long. It was only a matter of time before you were found it. Which, you wanted to be. Very badly.

Kayn asked for your help in looking for the missing keys. You played your part well; sifting through cluttered drawers and couch cushions. After searching the house, it was time to search around the garage.

"Probably left it in the ignition or something," Kayn mumbled to himself, scanning the body of his motorcycle.

You stood a few feet away. Smiling. Watching him wrack his brain about where exactly were those damned keys. It was time to be found out. You bounced on your toes. Jingle Jingle.

That definitely caught someone's attention. Kayn looked up, narrowing his green eye against you. "Did you just...jingle?"

"I don't know. Did I?" You posed with fake innocence. You bounced again. Jingle Jingle. "Mm, maybe I did. I can't really tell. Would you mind finding out for me?”

Kayn’s look spat fire, but his smirk crossed with intrigue. He sauntered over with a sway, and sucked against his teeth. “Clever hiding spot. But kinda uninspiring, don’t you think?”

You merely shrugged. Allowing him to bask in whatever verbal triumph he wanted to display. You had to keep your cool. Especially when he plunged a hand between your cleavage. You held in a shudder. The rough of his knuckles brushed against your nipples during his careless search.

That all-too confident smirk faltered at the ends. But where his ended, your grin began. Nothing was there.

"You were right. That spot was uninspiring." You shook your lower half. Jingle Jingle. "Wonder where else they could be."

Kayn's jaw tightened. You saw the clench of teeth. He didn't liked to be fooled with. The fire that blazed just behind his eyes told you the punishment he wanted to reign. All according to plan.

"You're a damned brat." He said with a bite, tempting to snake a hand up your black mini-skirt.

He almost barked when you gripped his wrist, pinning his hand against your inner thigh. You narrowed your mascaraed lashes against him. "And you're an ass-head. Think I'd be happy with you blowing me off over your supped-up tricycle?"

Kayn glanced from his motorcycle back to you. So, this is what this was all about. You wanted to pick a fight with him over his new toy. Fine, have it your way—but it wasn't going to be the verbal kind. Words were all pointless, meaningless, a waste of time. Fucking things out always worked better.

Kayn slammed his mouth down on yours. You yelped, gripping his wrist tighter. You wouldn't relent, not so easily. When he sucked and nipped at your lower lip, you wrapped your free hand around his neck, grasping for some semblance of control.

Kayn groaned from the slight pressure and claimed your mouth fully. He returned that pressure by gripping tighter against your thigh fat. You were going to let his hand go. Unless you wanted bruises. He wasn't afraid to leave a mark or two on your body. Actually, he preferred it. A reminder of him anytime you undressed.

You whined a moan. The digging of his fingers sending shocks between your legs. You gasped for air, your strength siphoned.

Kayn breathed a shit-winning smirk into your ear. You bit your bottom lip. He thrusted his fingers inside your panty line. Sliding the keys out, the metal jostled and glided against your folds. Wet slicked and coated.

"You're going to pay for almost tarnishing the metal. I don't think you know exactly how much I'd have to cough up to replace them. Nothing you could afford with cash, anyway." Kayn's features darkened, licking the keys clean of your taste.

Oh God. He was such a dick. This is exactly what you wanted. "You're such an ass—"

You cried out when frim hands smacked against your back side, gripping the now tender flesh. Yanking you off your feet, Kayn practically tossed you onto his motorcycle. With your back pressed against the control panel, Kayn settled between your straddled legs. He was going to fuck on you his motorcycle to make a point? Before you could protest, Kayn possessed your lips with a snarl and bite. Goose-bumps rose when you heard the undoing of his jean button and the down slide of his zipper.

"I hope I ruin the leather on this stupid thing," you said, gripping his hot dick in your hand.

Kayn growled and shoved your mini-skirt up to your stomach, snapping your panties to the side. "Ruin it and you're going to be licking your mess off the seat, while I fuck you from behind."

Shit. That sounded so hot. "Screw your fucking bike," you said with a shudder. His fingers swiped against your pussy. Completely drenched for him.

"Don't tempt me with the idea." Kayn took himself from you in his hand, circling your clit with the head of his cock. Slicking it up and down. You writhed, legs shaking against his sides.

Kayn shifted his hips. With his glazed tip, he dragged the length of his cock through your entrance. Your throbbing folds parted, spreading around his shaft. Pushing up to your cervix, he dragged up and back, coating himself with your fluids.

Your hands snatched his shoulders, finding your nails leaving desperate trails for him to take you, over and over and over again. Pleading for him to never stop.

Kayn bent forward, gripping the motorcyle handles. He dipped his head, pressing his teeth against the helix of your ear. "Think you're more exciting than my bike? Then you better purr louder." Bastard!

Kayn slammed inside of you, delivering all of his frustration, hunger and revenge. Taking you like the demon that he inevitably was. You cried out, tightening your legs around him, holding him closer. As if he was your savior and not your actual reaper.

Fuck. You were so hot, tight, and wet. Your walls pulsed and squeezed, making him swell and throb. Kayn gritted his teeth. He almost let himself reach his threshold before you—he was never going to let you fucking win.

Kayn lapped a long tongue across your neck, before diving and sinking a pair of canines into your skin. An apparent mark of his victory. You whole body jolted with pleasure. Your pussy clamped down so hard around his shaft, for a moment, Kayn's vision went black.

You screamed his name. Bucked against him. Coming all around him. Kayn went with you, catching his vulgar groans in his throat as he filled up your insides.

You got exactly what you wanted. Kayne think's he's won, and that's fine. But you were the real winner. He rode you before the damn bike. You smiled to yourself. All according to plan.

[theemporium]

we've all heard of the modern day rockstar!sirius, but what about ceo!sirius who runs his family’s business empire who falls in love with his secretary or the heiress of another huge business family

this is lowkey inspired by the dreamland billionare series by lauren asher because i love that series🤠thank you for requesting!🖤

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“So, let me get this straight.”

Sirius resisted the urge to let out a groan of annoyance but waved for his friend to continue.

“You’re one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.”

“Yes.”

“You have a successful business that you took from making millions to billions.”

“Yes.”

“And instead of basking in the men and women throwing themselves at you, you’re in love with your secretary?” 

Sirius’ eyes widened at the last accusation, quickly sitting up in his seat as he glared at his smug friend sitting across the desk from him. “What? Where the fuck did you get that from?” 

But the thing was that nothing James had said was wrong, in the slightest. 

Sirius Black was one of the youngest CEOs the city had known, taking over Black & Sons at the age of twenty-two and had risen it to a level that his father and grandfather would have never imagined, purely because they were narrow-minded and traditional. And whilst they complained and sneered that he was ruining what made their business better than others, they couldn’t do so publicly when the numbers proved them wrong. 

He did, in fact, have men and women throwing themselves at his feet, wanting to be the one who could make the notorious playboy settle down. He had lost count at the amount of marriage proposals of business associates’ daughters and granddaughters he had thrown away, ‘nice’ women his mother had pushed forward that he had simply rejected on the spot. He wasn’t interested in them, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to get married if he was honest. 

But he definitely wasn’t in love with his secretary. 

James snorted. “Really? You’re gonna deny it.” 

“Yes, because it’s utter bullshit,” Sirius told him, a frown plastered on his face as James seemed to laugh harder at his reply. 

“Is it really?” Another voice sounded, and his attention moved to Remus who was standing by his bookshelf, arms crossed over his chest as he looked just as amused as James did. 

“You both are ridiculous,” Sirius scoffed, moving to fiddle with the tie around his neck. It took less than three seconds before he was irritated by the piece of clothing, instead tugging it off and moving to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.

“You give the poor girl extra work to do just so she stays behind with you,” James mused with a shake of his head. “You’re a sadistic bastard who can’t even admit how he feels.” 

Sirius frowned. “I give her the work she needs to do.”

“Please,” Remus scoffed. “I’ve seen it myself, it’s a pisstake.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not doing it then,” Sirius deadpanned. 

James waved him off. “All I’m saying—”

All three boys quickly fell silent as three raps knocked against the door. Sirius called out for the person to walk in, and all three pairs of eyes were staring at you as you walked in. You paused for a brief moment, caught by surprise at the sudden attention but quickly cleared your throat as you walked towards the desk. 

“Here are the contracts you wanted reviewed, all the notes are summarised at the front of each file,” you told your boss as you placed the contracts on his desk, the pile at least a couple of inches thick. 

“Thank you,” he murmured as he glanced down at the pile, hiding his surprise. He had given you the contracts last night. He had expected at least another two days before they got back to him.

“Do you need anything else, sir?” you asked, standing just a few feet away from him. 

Sirius’ eyes turned to you, taking in your awaiting expression. You stood there, a white blouse tucked into a tight, black pencil skirt. You wore heels, despite the fact most of the people in the office wore flats unless they were in meetings for show. Your hair was in a low ponytail, slicked back and long enough that he could wrap his fist around it—

“No,” Sirius cleared his throat and shook his head. “That’s all for now.” 

You nodded. “Of course, sir.” 

He fought to keep his eyes on your back as you walked back towards the door, letting it shut behind you. But going by the sudden tightness in his slacks around his dick and the fact he forgot his friends were in the room as he watched you go, he knew he failed at keeping his eyes off your ass. 

“You were saying?” James asked in a tone that was far too smug for his liking. 

Yeah, maybe he was in love with his secretary. 

“Fuck off, James.”

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You had been Regulus' friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

Song in Chapter: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman 

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You lay in satin sheets watching Regulus dress. The clock on the wall read 11:30 pm. As usual, Regulus was done in less than an hour. It seemed, lately, that when the two of you met up for sex it wasn’t lasting as long as the time before that. Every time it seemed once Regulus got what he came for he was done. That was it, goodbye the end

Taking a breath, you looked back to your friend, lover, whatever Regulus was to you. Your heart ached as your eyes reached the dark mark on his arm. Regulus’s choices that been the frequent topic of all of the arguments that the two of you had. Had someone told you a year ago that this would be the predicament that you would find yourself in, you would have punched them. Never in a million years would you ever think that your best friend…the best friend that you had since 1st year…the man that you loved would ever be one of them. Yet, here he was and here you were trudging along after him.

You weren’t completely sure where the lines between friendship and lovers had blurred. Sleeping with Regulus had started months maybe a year ago. Sex was all that it was. Regulus had never once made a mention of making things official. He never even said anything romantic to you unless it was about how tight you were or how perfect your tits were.

Yet another thing that I never thought would happen with Regulus…

Regulus acting like you were some common piece of ass was something that never crossed your mind. When you began sleeping with Regulus, it was to provide him comfort. If you were comforting him, he wasn’t chasing someone else for comfort. You were providing him with what he needed and maybe, just maybe, he would reward you with what you wanted the most.

Keep dreaming. He would never date a Lupin in the open.

You frowned at the thought. Was there something wrong with your family? No, not in your eyes. In Walburga and Orion’s eyes, however, you were trash.

“Stop looking so god damn depressed, will you? It makes me wonder why I bother coming to see you.”

You looked up at Regulus’ harsh words. That’s another thing. Regulus was nothing like himself. He wasn’t your funny, thoughtfully caring best friend. Now he was cold, cruel, and hurtful. Yet again, you wondered why you trudged after him begging for a moment of his time. Were you afraid to let him go? Yes. You could easily admit that. Even with his cruel words and volatile temper, you weren’t prepared to let him go…at least not yet.

“I’m sorry, Regulus. This war…everything is so messed up. Can’t you stay tonight? It's late and we haven’t gotten to spend much time together in a long while.”

You said, before letting the sheets drop from your chest. Maybe seeing your bare breasts would be enough to appease the beast within Regulus. You were, after all, the one who comforted him when he needed it.

“I don’t have the time. Nothing is messed up. The dark lord will win soon enough. You need to stop being such a whining wimp.”

Pressing your lips together, you took a few moments before speaking.

“Is all that you have to say to me negativity? Is nothing that I do, outside of bed good enough for you?”

Regulus finished buttoning up his shirt. He knew that he was being cruel to you but did nothing to stop it. In Regulus’ mind, if he kept you pushed away he was keeping you safe. You wouldn’t be seeing the horrible things that he was doing or what his family really was. What he didn’t see was the foundation of your relationship beginning to crack and fracture.

“I’ll say anything to get a piece of your ass.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Is falling in love so bad? You make it sound so dreadful.”

Regulus moved to fix his bed-ravaged curls.

“Love isn’t real, Y/n. It's some made up emotion to woo silly little girls. Besides why waste your time? It’s shit. I don’t want someone whining after me wanting things that I don’t want. It sounds like a nightmare. Waking up to the same blasted person day after day…listening to them bitch because you don’t live up to some fairy tale being that one’s mind created. I would rather off myself.”

Had Regulus been paying attention to you at all; he would have seen how your hopeful expression fell to sadness.

“I thought that you loved me once upon a time.”

Regulus chuckled before turning to look at you.

“Poor little princess. I suggest getting over yourself or I’ll find another girl to keep me company. While whoever she would be wouldn’t please me as you do…it would be nice not to listen to your whining.”

You stood up and began searching for your own clothes. If this was how Regulus wanted things to be then you would just go home. You would go back home to your own friends. Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily never treated you like this. You weren’t just an option to them. They didn’t threaten to replace you when you were sad or questioning your worth. No, not your friends. They would instead go out of their way to make sure that you knew how much you were valued.

“Do whatever you wish then.”

You replied. Regulus tugged on his wool coat bore, again, rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, if I didn’t care about you then I wouldn’t be fucking you bare risking everything just to be close to you. Lucky for us, you're the smart one that thinks to use birth control potions…we would be really fucked.”

You turned to look at Regulus one last time. Something told you that this would be the last time that you saw him. This would be the last time that you lay in bed savoring how he made you feel. This. Was. It.

“So lucky for me to go home with your come dripping down my thighs. Goodbye, Regulus.”

You walked from the hotel room without another word. When Regulus didn’t come after you, that spoke volumes.

This was it.

For the next few weeks, you avoided Regulus like the plague. He had been sending owls requesting to see you. In Regulus, mind everything was fine. The words exchanged at the last meeting clearly meant nothing and you would be ready to entertain him as soon as he was free.

You never responded. With each owl’s arrival came a letter with cold scathing words, insults, and whatever Regulus thought would con you into seeing him. You had nearly given in when he sent a letter along with an emerald bracelet.

Now he thinks bribing me will work.

You thought before tying the little box back to the owl’s leg and returning the gift to its sender. Had it been a few weeks ago, you would have been thrilled with the bracelet. This was Regulus showing some emotion other than only an interest in sex. Now, however, you wanted no part of it.

Heartache…

That was the one emotion that you had. Your heart did ache for Regulus. It ached for your Regulus…your best friend. This new one sucked. You craved your best friend…the best friend that you would probably never see again.

“Hey girl, hey.”

Sirius’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up from the owl that was now flying away as Sirius came in and sat down.

“Hey boy, hey.”

You replied, earning a smile from your friend. Sirius put his feet up on the table. The two of you knew that Remus would have a fit if he saw Sirius with his feet on the table but he wasn’t there.

“Now that is a greeting. So, I was coming to see if you wanted to come out to the pub? Remus, James, and Lily will meet us there. It will kind of be like old times before the world went to shite.”

You leaned back into the sofa before nodding. Going out sounded nice. Seeing your friends was just what you needed.

“That sounds great. I need a drink and some shitty bar music.”

Sirius smacked his hands together before standing up.

“Let's go!”

Half an hour later, you sat in between James and Remus while Sirius was having way too much fun listening to Bon Jovi. Taking a drink of the fire whiskey that Remus put in front of you, you slowly were beginning to feel like your old self.

“This is some good stuff.”

Remus commented downing the rest of his drink and signaling for another. You turned to your older brother and smiled.

“Shame on you for encouraging your baby sister to drink booze.”

Remus chuckled.

“We can all have crazy nights every once and a while. Besides, I think we all need it.”

You couldn’t agree more. In the past month, the order had suffered some big setbacks. Dorcas and Marlene both had died while the Longbottoms were now out of their mind courtesy of Bellatrix. All in all, it had been the biggest shittiest month of your life. Losing friends and your lover definitely topped most of the other bad things that you had been through.

“I can drink to that.”

You said while Remus downed his other drink. Sirius sauntered over and held his hand out to you.

“Are you proposing to me or something? If you are, you have the wrong Lupin. My brother is off looking for another drink.”

Sirius snorted. You couldn’t help but feel some joy at the smile on his face. It seemed like it had been forever since Sirius smiled last. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed his shitty jokes and weird humor until it wasn’t there every day.

“I know which Lupin you are, sugar bean. I am merely requesting that you dance with me because no one else will.”

James helped you stand up and shoved you toward Sirius.

“Go dance with him before he asks me to. I’m too drunk and will fuck up his nice shoes.”

You stuck your tongue out at James before going out with Sirius as a slower song came on. Wrapping your arms around Sirius’ shoulders, you lay your head against his chest.

He feels like Regulus.

That thought alone made your heart freeze. You hadn’t realized just how much Sirius reminded you of Regulus. He held you the same, had the same cologne…and the song on the radio playing definitely didn’t help… Oh, god…

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car, speeding so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder. And I-I had a feeling that I belonged. I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You didn’t say anything but you were two seconds short of having the biggest panic attack of your life. Thankfully, Sirius’ voice stopped you.

“He’s an idiot.”

“Who?”

You asked, looking up at your new best friend curiously. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“My brother. He’s an idiot for treating you like trash and letting you walk away. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him and he blew it. It was all him not you.”

Your eyes widened. Sirius knew…SIRIUS FUCKING KNEW!

“I feel like it was all my fault in some way. I miss him, Sirius. I miss him so badly.”

Sirius was frowning as he tucked your head under his chin.

“I know, kid. I miss him too.”

You were quiet for a few moments as you fought the tears that were beginning to stream down your face.

“Don’t tell Remus. Please don’t tell him…or the others. I’m not ready for them to know.”

Sirius was quiet a moment as his eyes locked on Regulus across the room. His younger brother was watching them with a death glare on his face. If Regulus started throwing hexes, Sirius wouldn’t at all be surprised. Sirius gave Regulus one final glare as Regulus turned and walked out of the bar in a furious huff.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t heard anything from you.”

Sirius replied. You didn’t need to know that Regulus was there. In Sirius’ mind, all that you needed to know was your friends had your back and always would.

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[silli---lilli]

Sleepwalking

Simon and Johnny are alone on base and Simon sleepwalks, revealing some of his secrets

They were on mission, technically, but it had been a few days since they’d seen any action and from the info Price and Gaz had sent back from the field, it would be a few more.

Simon and Johnny had been alone in the small foreign barracks, and it was easy enough for them. No one on earth had said what both of them had been thinking. That it was just a little more than comradery, a little more than close friendship. Not even they had mentioned it as they crawled into the same bed. Not platonic, but not taking it too far. Leaving it questionably justifiable.

That particular night, however, they slept apart. Johnny knew why, but Simon would never have said it. His dreams often woke him on nights when the day before was particularly hard to wade through. Simon hated the quiet, and sitting on his hands, and he’d gotten lost in his mind again. So Johnny made sure he ate and gave him his space.

He walked through the base in darkness, making sure everything was locked up. Checking in again with Price. He eventually went and lay in his bed but he didn’t feel like sleep would find him any time soon. Something about that day with Ghost felt different. Not that it was unusual behavior in the Lieutenant, but that it felt different for Soap.

He’d always hated the way the man suffered, cringing at the dark stories of his past and marveling at the selflessness and kindness and forgiveness the man displayed in spite of it. He supposed these darker days were fair and called for in between the high energy, hyper-focused days they spent in the field.

But that day…meeting his eyes and hearing the lower, more tired register of his voice, Johnny realized how much the man meant to him. Really. Not just a crush or a respected superior. Johnny would have died for him long before feeling like this. This was a desperation to live, and for Simon to live, to exist in the world at the same time and in comfort and safety.

It made him think about quieter days off duty, and how relieved he was to have those days alone, and then suddenly, he didn’t want to have them alone at all.

He’d been in and out of sleep for a while when a noise caught his ear and he sat up, slowly to keep from making any noise. He could hear heavy feet and cabinets opening and closing. He wasn’t worried about intruders, he knew immediately that it was Ghost. He knew his footsteps.

Soap went and stood at his door, cracking it open. It was, however, strange that he was being so loud. Simon would never make that much noise knowing that Soap was in bed. He was notoriously careful to not disturb the others. Worried, Soap left his room and padded nearly silently down the hall.

Whatever Simon was doing, he hadn’t turned on any lights. As Soap neared, he could hear him speaking, every so often like he was having a conversation with someone. Sleepwalking. He’d mentioned it before, in passing, like a warning, and Soap hadn’t thought much of it. But he was thinking of it then and his heart clenched. He didn’t want Simon to suffer, and if nothing else it was completely humiliating to lose control of your body, even in sleep.

He neared the kitchen and Simon never looked in his direction. Never knew he was there. Soap stayed near the entrance to the hall, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame. He knew he shouldn’t try to wake him. Not unless he was in danger. But Soap didn’t want to leave him alone, either.

“I told them I’d be back next Friday.” Simon took completely random items from the kitchen cabinet and carried them to a nearby table. “They never listen.”

He was quiet for a moment longer, stilling as though he were listening to the other person’s answer. Soap watched him, admiring how relaxed he looked.

“We should just drive together, yeah?”

Another pause. Still, he hadn’t acknowledged Soap’s existence.

“I can’t do everything for you, Tommy.” Simon’s voice was warm, almost affectionate. Soap was lost in that sound so it shocked him when Simon turned and faced him head on as though he’d known he was there the entire time. “You coming?”

Soap stayed completely still, knowing that even if Simon were in and out of consciousness it wouldn’t be good to scare or confuse him.

But Simon kept staring. “Come on, Tom, the food’s getting cold.” Soap still didn’t move and Simon shifted his weight on his feet, getting frustrated. “Today?”

Slowly, testing, Soap lowered his hands to his sides and straightened. He took one step forward and that seemed to satisfy Simon as he turned back toward the table and pulled out two chairs. Soap stopped again to see if Simon would move on with the dream, but he looked over his shoulder again to see if Soap was coming or not.

So, he went. Probably because he wasn’t sure what else to do, but a small part of him wanted to be whatever presence Simon was seeking.

“I haven’t seen them since I went to Mexico, Tommy.” Simon sighed. Soap just watched him, taking his seat and waiting for another cue. “I have so much to tell them.”

It was quiet for a moment, like Simon was listening again. Eventually he looked up, and Soap swore he looked directly into his eyes.

Soap stared back, searching their unusually unguarded depths. Simon wasn’t like this during the day. So open.

“Yes, but I can’t ask him to go with me.” He furrowed his brow slightly, quiet for another moment. “Because he’d say no, I think.”

“Who is it?” Soap heard himself ask and immediately bit his tongue so hard it hurt.

He could be there for Simon in that moment but he wasn’t going to take advantage of his state. But he watched, in darkness lit only by a few far off safety lights, a small smile across Simon’s face.

“He’s just a Sergeant.” He sat back, like he was proud of himself. “A scot, though, but I think I can overlook it.”

Soap felt butterflies roll in his stomach, mixed with emotion. His voice was quiet when he replied, unsure if Simon could hear him at all. “He’d go with you.”

Simon just nodded slowly, looking off into the distance. “He’d like you, Tommy. You’d get along.”

“I think you’re right.” Soap whispered. Simon was still looking into the distance but Soap was only looking at him.

He didn’t know what Simon thought he was talking with his brother about, but he was so casual, a simple conversation with someone he loved and trusted. Something he didn’t get to do often. But maybe, maybe Soap could give him a taste of that in his waking hours again. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go looking for it like this, in the middle of the night.

Simon stood and Soap blinked out of his own thoughts, watching him pick up what he’d carried to the table and haphazardly replacing them. Soap slowly stood to face him.

Simon just nodded and walked toward the hall Soap had come from. Soap followed him. A few steps down the hall, Simon turned and looked at him again.

“Maybe you should drive, then. I need to sleep.”

“Sure, Simon.” Soap answered, walking to catch up with him.

Simon’s room was the other direction. As they neared his, he reached for Simon’s arm and gently guided him inside.

Nothing else was said, Simon was still asleep, but he followed, and he climbed into bed behind whatever safe presence he’d felt in the middle of his vision.

Johnny wrapped him in his arms and held him there, still and warm, as he relaxed back into regular sleep. He clenched his eyes shut and willed himself to take every ounce of loneliness and deep, hollow sadness from the man he bent his body around.

Simon woke with his head on Johnny’s arm, the other draped over his waist. He hadn’t remembered seeking Johnny out the night before, but it didn’t surprise him. He’d gone to bed full of darkness and Johnny seemed to be the only presence on earth that could ease that. He should have followed him to bed in the first place.

He lay there a long time before the sun reached a decent height and Johnny stirred. Simon rolled over to face him. Blue eyes cracked, just barely. He laid a hand along Soap’s jaw and placed a single kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“Breakfast.” He stated. Soap’s eyes were wider but he didn’t fight him as he stood.

Someone had fucked up the kitchen cabinets. He’d have to have a chat about that with Soap later. He needed to have a chat with Soap about quite a bit. And instead of making him nervous, it settled warm in his middle, much like it felt waking pressed against him. He heard his Sergeant’s feet in the hall, footsteps he’d know anywhere, and smiled.

[morally-earl-gray]

✨crisis time✨ pt. 4

so um. i have no idea whats going on with me. BEAR WITH ME, this is gonna be my last rant for the next little while (unless something completely fucked up happens, yk)

im having doubts about my sexuality again. i came out as aroace (only to one irl person, but i also started posting on this blog) a few weeks ago, and its been pretty good since then. BUT i just remembered something that made me question EVERYTHING

when i was in elementary/middle school, i had no crushes whatsoever. nothing. i didnt know about asexuality and aromantism back then, so i just assumed that i would find someone eventually, or that i was just a late bloomer. my friends and i never talked about crushes (i didnt know it at the time but half of them are gay), and it never crossed my mind that i might be queer because i had never really stopped to think about it.

when i was ~12, i heard the term "asexual" for the first time. it crossed my mind that that could be me, but i didnt think about it much because i didnt really think it was important, and i was still holding out for The Feelings to kick in

PLOT TWIST:

i almost forgot about this until now, but im pretty sure i was lesbian?? (CONFESSION TIME: ive never admitted this to anyone for a lot of reasons, so this is very scary for me) when i was 14-15, i got a crush on this girl. i had known her for my entire life and had never had feelings like that before (for her or for anyone). it was weird and i never told her or anyone else ofc, because my family is homophobic and shes straight (probably). we started high school and the feelings kinda started to fade ig? occasionally something would happen and The Feeling would return, but by the next spring, i had zero feelings for her.

now i know what this sounds like: doesnt this mean im demiromantic? that would make sense, right? and thats what i thought, too.

but then i remembered something else:

for kinda that whole year (when i was 15), i was like 96% sure i was lesbian. there were other girls i occasionally thought about, and i barely knew them but i think it was a crush?? additionally, whenever i met a girl my age i would get silly thoughts like "maybe shes gay" or "maybe she'll be The One I Get Feelings For" and basically i knew i was lesbian.

but now i dont feel anything, not even for girls. im now 96% certain that i am aroace, but whenever i remember being 15 i get really confused. and its not in a "i told myself i had crushes on girls because i wasnt interested in guys so i must be lesbian and didnt realize i was actually aro" way. im pretty sure that was LEGIT

i had a moment of epiphany when i realized that i was aroace, and i was VERY MUCH CERTAIN of the fact. but i dont doubt that i was lesbian.

i have no idea if this is a thing that can happen, but i think my sexuality changed?? all i know is that i used to like girls but now i dont have feelings for anyone. theres a chance that im just demiromantic, but for some reason i dont think so??

anyways, if anyone has any advice, it would be much appreciated

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 48 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair spends time with Wrecker

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Another week, another headache. I kid.

Just know you are valued, you are amazing, and I am routing for you. Whatever you're dealing with, whatever you're hoping to achieve, I've got your back. You got this.

Love oo

Warnings: Annoyance, slight irritation, napping, child rearing, fluff, anger at oneself, cheating, coma, drinking, guilt, feelings of disgust of oneself. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Wrecker rocked Iris in his arms, she still was having difficulties falling asleep for her nap unless she was held in his arms, despite the fact she had recently turned two. Even though Mel told him time and time again to stop spoiling her, he just couldn’t let down his baby girl. In truth, holding her in his arms, wouldn’t have been an issue, except she also wasn’t happy unless he was walking as he rocked her in his arms. 

Crosshair tried to be patient as much as possible, but seeing how his little niece was being a particular pain in the neck right now, his patience was wearing thin as he really needed to talk to his brother, he walked up to Wrecker holding out his arms, “Give me.” 

It wasn’t a question, it was a command, Wrecker did his best to fight back a chuckle. He glanced at Crosshair then his hands, “Did you wash those?”

“My hands?”

“Yes … and your arms …” Wrecker teased, “actually, your whole body. Did you like, sanitize it?”

“Relax, I’m clean.”

He hummed in contemplation, knowing the longer he took his time the more it drove Crosshair crazy, “Hmmm fine.”

He placed Iris gently in Crosshair’s arms, taking the opportunity to sit down and rest for a bit as he watched his vod walk around the room rocking Iris in his arms. “So you just left after dinner?” Wrecker asked wanting to continue the conversation about what happened at Layla’s.

“Basically.” Crosshair’s voice was soft so as not to wake his niece.

“Did she understand?”

He simply shrugged, not wanting to continue the conversation, even though he did at the same time. 

Wrecker watched his younger brother, fighting a smirk as Cross focused on his niece. A soft smile appeared on his lips, to anyone else, it would just look like Cross being Crosshair, but Wrecker knew his brother well enough to know Iris, had her uncle wrapped around her tiny fingers. Although Crosshair didn’t necessarily want children, he also wasn’t exactly opposed to kids either. Wrecker’s mind wandered, wondering if Avery had survived, if she never got injured, what would Crosshair’s life be like now? Would he and Avery have had an opportunity for kids? Would’ve they been happy? Or would they’ve been divorced by now? Even if they had gotten divorced, would they have wanted kids?

He pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the now, “You do seem calmer, now that you have Iris in your arms.” Wrecker observed as he noticed Crosshair’s steps slowed down, as his rocking became more rhythmic. Before long Iris’ little snores were filling the room, he gently took her from Cross’ arms, and placed her on the couch making sure she wouldn’t roll off. 

“So …” he took a seat beside Iris, resting his hand on hers, letting her know he was there. He motioned to Crosshair to take a seat, but he shook his head, “So, do you wanna tell me what got you so worked up, when Tech was being pushy. Aside from Tech being pushy. Since we both know that’s not what worked you up.” Wrecker’s voice was low, well as quiet as Wrecker’s voice ever got, so as not to disturb his daughter. 

Crosshair motioned to the kitchen table, wanting to move away from his sleeping niece. Wrecker nodded as he tucked the blanket around Iris, making sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere. 

They both moved swiftly and quietly, like two commandos on a reconnaissance mission, “Nothing’s got me worked up” Cross finally answered as they moved towards the kitchen. Mel was meeting with her publisher for another book in her series of Bosses and their secretaries, as Wrecker liked to tease her about it. 

“Wanna beer?”

“Sure”

Wreck grabbed two beers, placing one in front of Cross, as he took the opposite seat in front of him, “Something’s got you worked up. I haven’t seen you this jittery since your first deployment. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened”

“Does this have to do with Avery?”

“Could we please just drop it!”

“Nope. Sorry vod, Mel always says it’s better to air out our issues, the only way to know what needs to be fixed.”

“As wise as she may pretend to be, I don’t want to talk about it.” Crosshair turned the beer bottle in his hand, as his eyes focused on his finger nail that had slowly begun to peel the label, “Especially, not with you.”

Wrecker tilted his head, as he finished swallowing the golden amber liquid that was in his mouth, “What do you mean especially with me?”

“Nothin’”

“Nuh-uh, come on, what’s going on? Even if you don’t want to tell me the whole thing, begin with the least objectionable part.”

Crosshair leaned back in his chair, taking a swig from the bottle allowing the salty sweet liquid to ease the tension in his muscles, “You know the kind of man I am, the kind of life I’ve lived.” 

Wrecker simply nodded, he didn’t want to ‘scare’ Cross into clamming up.

“I’ve always lived that way, thinking I wasn’t harming anyone. Everyone always knew there was no possibility of a future with me.” He took another swig from his bottle, only to find that there hadn’t been much left, Wreck didn’t say anything, simply got up and got him another one. “It was usually a quick bout of stress-relief and that’s it. No strings. No drama. No attachment.”

“So what’s the problem?”

Cross almost downed the second bottle in one shot, he slammed it against the table wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “I was married.”

Wrecker simply nodded as he looked at his brother, Cross really got the short end of the stick all his life. He wasn’t sure if it was simply because people thought Crosshair was stronger than he was, so he could handle all the crap that happened to him, or if it had to do with the fact that he hid his emotions well, therefore, there was no need to be considerate of how he felt. Either way, his heart ached for his vod.

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[lemonyinks]

Messy Confession

A brainylyle oneshot

1,728 words

Querl knew it was inevitable. 

Really, it would have only been a matter of time before Lyle grew aware of the way Querl had been avoiding him as of late. The fact that Lyle was an incredibly observant person aside, it would not take a genius to take note of how he refused to be alone in a room with the other scientist unless absolutely necessary.

Querl wasn’t exactly subtle, either, in the way he would only give him short answers when they were forced to talk, keeping all small talk out of their conversation entirely.

Truth be told, it wasn’t even something he was doing on a conscious level.

Being around Lyle triggered some sort of strange, illogical response in him. His heart would race, his palms would grow slick with sweat, and breathing became just a little bit more difficult. 

Talking with the earthling would cause an overwhelming swelling feeling to well up in his chest, clogging his throat and stealing his words away, leaving him to respond in only clipped answers lest he make a stuttering fool of himself.

His eyes were inexplicably drawn to the other man whenever they were in close proximity to each other.

He could stare into those warm, enticing brown eyes for hours as the artificial light of the lab made them sparkle just so, flecks of gold noticeable in their depths if you knew where to look. 

The smile lines at the corners of his eyes, the dimples on his cheeks, his crooked front tooth, the way his wavey hair fluttered up into the air as he blew a stray strand away whenever it inevitably fell into his face, the way he would stick his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and tilt his head to the side when he concentrated.

Everything about him was intoxicating.

Being around Lyle made him feel vulnerable in a way he never had before and it was…terrifying, to be frank. It was scarier than any monster or foe he had ever had to face in his time as a legionnaire.

Querl couldn’t quite understand the strange feeling either. Its origin and meaning both eluded him like the answer to an unsolvable formula that he couldn't even begin to wrap his head around.

So, he did what he knew how to do best when something wasn’t working out for him. He abandoned it. Abandoned it so fast he would give Jenni a run for her money. He avoided it like it was a millennium old plague come to haunt him.

That, unfortunately led to where he was now, staring up at Lyle’s angry, pinched expression as the other stood in front of his chair with his arms crossed.

“Remind me again what it is you need in my lab, Norg.” Querl said, trying to keep his voice as monotone as it usually was despite the way his heart stuttered and jumped in his chest.

“This is our lab, we’ve been over this a million times or more. Don’t try to detract from the issue at hand, though. You’ve been ignoring me, Brainy.” Lyle said, tilting his head back to stare at him down the length of his nose.

“I simply have nothing to say to you.” Querl responded. 

Lies, lies, lies. 

He could talk to Lyle for hours if given the opportunity. The man had similar, if not equal, smarts to his own and Querl marveled at the wonderful ways the human’s mind worked. He would love to pick his brain until he knew every single one of his thoughts inside and out.

“And please refrain from referring to me with that horrid nickname.” He tacked on before he can think better of it.

“Refusing to talk to me and running out of the room every time I enter is way different from having nothing to say, and you know it. Even when we have things to discuss, you send someone else to say it or send me a holo. A holo! Even when we’re in the same room! Especially when we’re in the same sproking room!” Lyle exclaimed, throwing his hands around wildly as emphasis.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Querl said, mouth as dry as a desert planet. This time he spoke the truth, he really didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to explain to the other man the reasoning behind his behavior. He truly didn’t.

“I want you to talk to me! I want you to tell me what I did wrong!” Lyle yelled and Querl startled at the fact that there were tears beginning to well up in his angry eyes, giving them a glossy appearance. “We got so close after you came back from being missing. I thought we were good friends, but I guess I was wrong because you can’t even bring yourself to look in my direction!”

“I-” Querl’s words caught in his throat and he found himself unable to form any. Lyle scoffed after a few painful seconds passed in complete silence, eyes red and glassy from the effort it took to hold in his tears as he turned away to walk out of the lab.

“I don’t know what I expected. I’ll go talk to Jasmine about moving me to a temporary lab while we figure something long term out.” He said bitterly, voice shaking.

Querl watched him go helplessly, throat thick and heart thumping behind his ribs. A sense of panic overcame him as Lyle disappeared through the door.

He should want this, right? If Lyle moved out of the lab he would no longer have to make an effort to avoid him. He could more effectively ignore whatever it was that he felt when he was around him. He could pretend he never existed.

But, for some reason, that single notion was the most dreadful thought in the world to him.

Querl was on his feet and out the door before another thought could even form in his mind. The halls were empty as he stumbled to a stop in the doorway, hand gripping the frame as he looked in both directions desperately. He didn’t know what it was, but something in his gut just told him to go left, and so he did.

“Lyle, wait-!” He exclaimed, reaching a hand out to the empty space in front of him.

To his shock and wonder Lyle materialized right in front of him, his glistening eyes wide and surprised.  Querl’s fingers were mere inches away from Lyle’s chest. 

Despite his fear that this was a horrible, awful idea, he reached down to snatch Lyle’s hand and pressed it to the left side of his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart. Lyle looked down at where Querl’s shaky hands held his own against the thundering heartbeat and then back up at Querl’s eyes, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed.

“Querl, what are you-” Lyle started, voice still watery

“This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.” Querl cut him off, voice shaking with his nerves. “I’ve never felt weak, Lyle Norg, not until I met you.”

“What are you trying to say right now?” He asked hesitantly, maybe even hopefully.

“I am saying that you’ve done the unthinkable.” Querl said, and then he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the words that would next leave his mouth. “I think that, perhaps, you have made me fall in love.”

Lyle’s eyes blew open so wide they looked as though they may pop from their sockets. His fingers curled against Querl’s chest, bunching up the fabric in his hold. Querl avoided his eyes, cold sweat rolling down the back of his neck. He took tiny, measured breaths as the anxiety of the situation attempted to strangle him where he stood.

He was, himself, shocked by the admittance. Love? He didn’t know such things, or at least, he didn’t think he did. But when he thought about it, really thought about it, it made sense. This strange, unidentifiable feeling deep down in his heart, it was love, wasn’t it? Love and infatuation, an unmatched adoration for the brilliant man before him.

A light chuckle reached his ears and he looked up, heart sinking with dread at the sound as he prepared to be mocked for his utterly foolish confession. Instead, he was met with a shocking sight.

Lyle was looking at him with tears rolling down his face in earnest now. Despite this, though, he had a wide, bright smile on his face and those watery eyes were full of an emotion that Querl now recognized as love. Love that was directed at Querl. Lyle’s lopsided, tear stained smile was the most radiant and beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

“You are such a sproking idiot.” Lyle said, voice cracking at the end. He sniffled and pulled Querl into a hug by the hand holding his front. His next words, muffled partially by the way his face was buried into the crook of Querl’s neck and whispered almost too low for him to hear, made his heart skip a beat. “I think, maybe, I love you too.”

Slowly, he hugged the other scientist back, his ears flushed deeply. He leaned his head against the side of Lyle’s, his heart still fluttering in his chest.

“I-I don’t know what to do with these feelings.” He further admitted.

“Obviously,” Lyle scoffed wetly into his shoulder, chuckling a little.

“What does this make us now?” Querl asked, holding onto the other a little bit tighter in anticipation of his answer. 

He didn’t know what kind of response he wanted. Boyfriends, partners, lovers; all of these words, they all sounded a little too daunting at that moment.

He just barely figured out what that nebulous feeling was, it all felt like it was moving far too fast. Lyle pulled back from his semi-desperate hold, his hand coming up to cup Querl’s cheek as he searched his eyes.

“It doesn’t have to make us anything yet,” Lyle said, “We can figure out what to do with these feelings together, take it one step at a time. Experiment with it, if you will.”

Querl leaned into the gentle touch, his own hand coming up to hold Lyle’s wrist. 

“I think I would like that.”

[marsbar17]

Hi! So we both know Revenant would never admit feelings, but he'd show it in his own way. What about a thing where it finally clicks in the readers mind and confronts him about it :3

Honestly I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you don't mind that I made it sort of unrequited, really depends on how you look at it though.

CONTAINS: Nothing nsfw, just some anger and yelling, and gun fights

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Being in the presence of Revenant was always terrifying. You could practically feel murderous intent dripping off of his every word as he talked. He only helped people when it was beneficial to him, only saving people so they could have his back later on. So, you assumed you must be very helpful to him, and it terrified you. He always picked you back up, handed you shields and syringes, and pointed out ammo you could take. All so you could save his skin later on, right? It wasn't for your sake, surely. He must have some plan for you. Somehow, he would use you to better himself. Why else would he do it?

"There's light ammo here, come get it before you run out." Revenant grumbled, pointing it out before staying in the area while you came to get it. How did he know you only had 9 bullets left? You had no clue. Either way you were grateful for the loot, and told him so.

"Thanks, who knew you could be thoughtful for once."

"You can't survive without bullets, and I need a full team to win." Of course his answer was bitchy, what did you expect? For the Revenant to be nice one time in his life? Dream on.

It was duos, half the teams were gone, and the ring wasn't in your favor. Closing in 10 seconds and across the whole fucking map? Yeah, not in your favor in the slightest. You quickly topped up your r-99 and tucked the rest of the bullets in your backpack.

"It's time to go unless you wanna wake up in the medbay with 3rd degree burns." You said into the mic in your ear, and the only response from your teammate was grumpy mumbling before you saw him start the dash to the ring. Rolling your eyes, you slung your gun across your back and followed. The jog to the ring was long, and it gave you time to think. Too much time to think.

As your mind was occupied with thoughts of Revenant and what he could possibly want with you, you didn't process the gunshots slowly getting louder. Seems like a couple squads were fighting, right at the border of the ring. Great. You would've ran straight into the line of fire if a hand didn't grab your backpack and pull you into a building.

"Stop zoning out, you're gonna get yourself killed." The familiar voice of a murderous simulcran said behind you. He had pulled you into a small house, sitting you down on a box against the wall. He put his hands on your shoulder, cold, drawing you back to the present.

"I wasn't zoning out, I meant to do that." You crossed your arms, turning to look out a window at one of the teams crouched behind a wall. Your heart raced, fully realizing that if Revenant hadn't grabbed you you would've been dead within seconds of them spotting you.

Why? Obviously he wanted to keep you alive, but you thought the satisfaction of seeing you shot to pieces and being able to nag you about it later would've overshadowed that. No time to think, there were more footsteps approaching the house. You pulled out your r-99, but your sight was blocked by a big metal body.

"Rev!" You whisper shouted. "You're blocking my view!"

"I'm protecting you, dumbass." He whispered over his shoulder, raising his own flatline and aiming at the door. You were stuck, if you stood you'd be pressing against Revenants metal back, if you stayed sitting you'd have no line of sight of the enemy. Ah fuck it, you stayed sitting, but held your gun at the ready anyways.

Well you ended up dying anyways. Bangalore and Newcastle ended up barging in and annihilating Revenant before dealing with your now exposed form. Stupid soldier siblings. You woke up in the medbay, muscles aching but otherwise no injuries. By the door of the room stood Revenant, leaning against a wall. Closing the curtain around your bed, you changed out of the paper thin gown they gave everyone and into your casual clothes.

"Waiting for someone?" You asked, opening the curtain and walking towards the door.

"Waiting for you." There he goes again, with his caring words. You bet they meant nothing to him, he didnt know how weird it sounded.

"I already know I fucked it up for us, there's no need to yell at me." You walked past him, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. He followed, not walking beside you like a normal person but behind you by a few steps.

"I'm not here to yell at you."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you've got a fucking screw loose or something. You're being really weird, you help me out, you block me from gunfire, you show up not to yell at me? You’re acting like you actually fucking care about me... wait."

And then it hit you. You'd said it as a joke, but it was seeming more and more like the truth. Surely not though. That was just the part of your brain that saw him as a human, right? He doesn't care. He doesn't care. He can't care. It's not what he does. He doesn't care.

Revenant was weirdly silent during your haze of confusion. You expected something like "don't flatter yourself, skingbag," but he said nothing. Like he was ashamed to admit you were right, but didn't want to deny it either. It just made you overthink even more. He doesn't care, surely. He can't care. He doesn't feel love. He can't be in love with you. But he was, his silence conveyed that.

"This is wrong. This isn't what's supposed to happen. You don't love me. Tell me you don't love me. Tell me now! TELL ME!" Your confrontation had turned to yelling as he continued to stay silent. Thank god the hallway was empty. "Rev," you sighed out his name as you calmed down. "Tell me you don't love me."

"I can't lie to you." His voice echoed in the hallway, and you just couldn't stand it any longer. You turned away from him and walked away to your room.

"Just stop loving me."

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[soulslimes]

chapter 4

pairing: zosan

rating: mature

word count: 1k

chapter #: 4

summary

"Cook," Zoro says, "Did someone put something in your drink or something? What the hell is going on? You're humming." Sanji didn't realize he was lightly humming until Zoro says that.  "No," Sanji replies, "Just thinking, that's all."  "About?" "I think I want you to kiss me or something. But, I don't know." Zoro takes a step back, releasing Sanji's collar. There's a sense of shock etched into his features.

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Sanji is walking—well, slightly stumbling if you ask anyone else looking from the outside in—down the path that leads to the Sunny, thinking about what the bartender had told him just moments before. His cigarette glows as he takes a deep breath inward, contemplating about what the hell just happened. 

Sanji didn't really know what to think about what went on. 

Boyfriends? He and Zoro? The thought had never even crossed his mind before that very moment, if he were completely honest. There were a few reasons for this, the main one being that he couldn't even begin to know if Zoro could even begin to feel romantic feelings for anyone on the crew; another one being that he and Zoro were like cat nails scratching a blackboard. They are both relentless with their teasing of the other, to the point where they take it too far. 

But what the bartender said rings heavy in his head. It rings so heavy he doesn't notice Zoro stomping towards him, angry as hell for a reason Sanji doesn't know until he utters the words, “Do you have to kiss up to every god damn merchant on this island?” while pushing Sanji up against the brick wall. The swordsman’s breath reeked of sake, something that Sanji would point out and chastise him about, but right now it's comforting. Right now, Zoro being fucked up and angry with him was comforting to say the least. It just means nothing has changed. 

At least, nothing's changed on Zoro's end anyway. He's still the same grouchy moss that gets annoyed with him for flirting. And now Sanji is wondering if he's changed and what it could all mean. He may be a slightly confused buzzed ball of energy at the moment. He's got the fire of ten thousand suns underneath his skin from the alcohol bomb he just downed in one go and Zoro being all up in his space surely doesn't help with that nagging feeling he experienced while talking to the bartender. Had he been looking at me a certain way, Sanji can't help but ask himself. 

There was no way for him to know if he didn't look over his shoulder. There could have been another green haired man behind him and Sanji would never have known unless he turned around. Which he didn't. Like an absolute idiot. 

Zoro crowds into his space and Sanji can feel heat rising up his cheeks. He never really noticed how handsome the green haired menace was until they were both caught in the moonlight. He never really noticed, and he finds himself wanting to reach his hand out and trace the scar on Zoro's chest just to because he can. He'd gotten that scar at Baratie, Sanji reminisces, we met for the first time when that happened. He'd realized his dream then too, to find the All Blue. 

Sanji, trying to shake off the feeling as nothing more than a stupid overprotective glance at a friend talking to a complete stranger, is a little too drunk and a little too flirty, so what happens next is something that sober Sanji couldn't even begin to comprehend. “Are you jealous, moss head?” Sanji says, “What? Can’t deal with my flirting if it’s not towards you? I can flirt with you too if you want,” he continues. It’s a spur of the moment thing; a blink twice and you’ll miss it if you’re not looking hard enough response that sober Sanji probably never would have directed toward Zoro.

"Cook," Zoro says, "Did someone put something in your drink or something? What the hell is going on? You're humming." Sanji didn't realize he was lightly humming until Zoro says that. 

"No," Sanji replies, "Just thinking, that's all." 

"About?"

"I think I want you to kiss me or something. But, I don't know." Zoro takes a step back, releasing Sanji's collar. There's a sense of shock etched into his features. "Yeah, I think I do want you to kiss me." Sanji runs a hand through his hair. "It's totally okay if you don't wanna, it's kind of just a spur of the moment bullshit idea-"

"I mean you said it," Zoro mutters, "But if you want to, I don't mind."

"Ah?" 

"You sure about this, cook?" Zoro says, looking directly into his eyes. It lights up a fire beneath Sanji's skin to have Zoro stare so intensely at him. Sanji wonders if he's always felt this way about Zoro, if it was just after the conversation with the bartender that gave Sanji ideas.

"I am," Sanji replies.  Sanji wraps his arms around Zoro’s neck, carefully supporting himself with the moss head’s own weight. 

And really, that's all it takes. He does it then; Zoro surges forward, placing a kiss on Sanji’s lips. His tongue peaks out, swiping across Sanji's bottom lip and he opens his mouth to accept the intrusion. He can feel a trickle of blood run down his nose at the overwhelming feeling of Zoro's lips on his own.

Suddenly, they pull apart. Sanji’s brain is going haywire. He can't even form a coherent thought, just fragmented sentences of shock because what do you mean Roronoa Zoro just kissed him? Just because he asked him to? Is the moss head nuts? They're in public of all places! Anyone looking at them from the outside in would make note of how they argued like crazy, sometimes to the point where people think they hated each other, and now they’re making out like it doesn’t even matter?

What could a kiss possibly mean from a man who seems to not like anyone in a romantic way?

“Zoro,” Sanji says and notices the moss head walking in the opposite direction from the Sunny. There's a faint blush on his cheeks that are only visible under the bright white of the back alley lights. Sanji can't help but be giddy about this, about getting this traction from an otherwise calm and collected individual. 

“Oi!” Sanji says again, “You’re going the wrong way!”

[harrisonarchive]

Recording “Don’t Bother Me” at Abbey Road Studios on September 12, 1963; photos by Norman Parkinson.

“The first song he wrote was ‘Don’t Bother Me,’ ‘and that pretty much summed up my state of mind at the time,’ he admits. ‘John and Paul were really getting into writing songs. I took a look at them and thought, “Well, I’ll get in on this game. I’m gonna try hat.” But having them as the other writers in the group, it was very difficult,’ he notes with considerable understatement. ‘So I tended to just write on my own for years and years, because I didn’t know how to communicate like that with somebody else. And it was very difficult to write songs that would be good enough for the albums.’ As a consequence, Harrison’s relatively small output with the Beatles — about 20 songs — are mostly gems. In any other ‘60s groups, a guy who wrote ‘If I needed Someone,’ Taxman,’ ‘You Like Me Too Much,’ ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps,’ ‘Here Comes the Sun,’ ‘Something,' 'Within You Without You’ would have been hailed as a pop savant; within the Beatles Harrison might as well have been playing Graham Greene’s The Third Man. And as the Lennon-McCartney copyright was more or less sacrosanct, Harrison’s contributions to their songs were never credited. ‘I had my one or two songs occasionally, but really I was more involved than that,’ he says. ‘I know now, writing with friends, that when you’re all sitting around and a song comes out, you have to think carefully about assigning how many percent each person gets. ‘Cause there’s nothing worse than being involved in a situation where you think, “Wasn’t I there?” ‘A lot of Lennon-McCartney songs had other people involved, whether it’s lyrics or structures or circumstances. A good example is “I Feel Fine.” I’ll tell you exactly how that came about: We were crossing Scotland in the back of an Austin Princess, singing “Matchbox” in three-part harmony. And it turned into “I Feel Fine.” The guitar part was from Bobby Parker’s “Watch Your Step,” just a bastardized version. I was there for the whole of its creation — but it’s still a Lennon-McCartney.’ ‘Tell me about it!’ Paul McCartney smiles when told of George’s comment. ‘I wrote “Yesterday” singlehanded and not only do I share it — now with Yoko — but the Lennon names comes before mine.’ Paul concedes the point about ‘I Feel Fine’ but suggests that ‘if you were together picky about all that stuff there’s a million woes and a million reasons to sing the blues. In actual fact we just decided to split it down the middle. Me and John were the writers, unless George came up with something. Anybody who threw half a line in, it just really didn’t count.’” - Musician, March 1990 (x)

[writingforatwistedworld]

For the event, sebek with E, J and K?

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder, death, blood, violence, religion

E/J/K

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Down to his bare soul

Let’s be honest, we all know that Sebek's loyalty pulverizes the limits that others usually don’t cross

So is it that much of a surprise when he will show you every single bit of his being, hoping that he can earn your favor?

There are parts though he wouldn’t feel too comfortable showing you which leads to him becoming silent when it’s about them

Well, I would also be ashamed if I had impaled another individual on a sharp piece of metal

He just wants you to see him in a positive light all whilst bearing everything to you

Into his darkest depths

It’s already established that he also shows you his not so pretty sides but there are a few things that he wouldn’t show you

But if you have known him for a really long time and somehow convinced him that you don’t mind if he is not perfect then he might crack

Ok, he definitely will because there is just so much guilt

There are times when he is acting like a completely different person, not being able to control what he does

He had been trained with the sword so you might imagine how bad that can get

Please just accept him! There is nothing else he wants more

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Becoming controlling

Sebek is an individual that can become very jealous very fast

Just take a look at Malleus, he is already bad enough with *ahem* ���WAKA-SAMAAAA!”

So how could you have ever expected that he would be calm if someone even just stands next to you?

What does he do to stop those feelings? By being controlling

Where others would be relaxed and let you do your own thing he is watching you always

And if there is something he disapproves of? Well then he says that he will do it instead of you and that this kind of task is below you

Making sure that the “vermin” stays away once and for all

Remember that “him becoming angry” thing? Yeah

He putting his skills to use is all I’m saying

What is so interesting in all of this is that he believes that he does this for your good

No convincing himself, no hard feelings, just genuine belief that what he is doing is right

Just don’t ask him where that stain is from

Otherwise he might spill all the dirty details

You really don’t want to know

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Nothing but pure devotion

Like already said, Sebek can be “a bit much” when it comes to those he idolizes

So imagine how bad it is when he stands in front of the one he deems as his God

Mhm. Yes. Full on center of his world. No escape for you

Sometimes you can't help but to feel like he would paint the world red, ripping it apart atom by atom just for you

But nah. He wouldn't do that, right? Right??!

Every single one of your wishes is his command to act so better keep your voice down unless you want him to get into a lot of trouble

In public

Sebek seems more like a guard than someone who is ready to chew someone's head off for you

But don't be fooled by his cold exterior

He is boiling with bloodlust whenever someone dares to glance into your direction

After all, everything could be a threat and who is he to allow someone or something to harm you?

But when someone still dares to approach you?

Well, he would have told them to go away if you were Malleus but you aren't and now he is remembering their face so that he can “visit” them. Just for tea and some cake. You know, supposedly harmless stuff

Yeah no. They are already dead

In private

If you let him he is laying his head in your lap, basking in your presence

If not, then he is doing all kinds of things to impress you

The thing is, Sebek genuinely wants this to work out

He wants you to like him as much as he adores you (impossible but my man has at least a dream)

You could tell him to skin a squirrel, eat its insides and he would happily do so if he could finally get at least somewhat close to you

Long story short, he is desperate for your affection and would do anything to get even just a glimpse of it

[mdhwrites]

Why Hasn't Anyone Corrected Me On Luz Intending To Tell Her Friends She Was Staying?

It has been a real sticking point for me with For the Future that Luz never told her friends, nor intended to, that she was staying in the Human Realm. It was the final nail in Lumity's coffin in my opinion because not only was she letting Amity go off to die, she was ghosting her at the same time. It still made Luz's morality look entirely dead. Like she was a monster who never cared about any of them.

Which, I mean, is still mostly true but it's a little? better now? Because yeah, at the end of the video diary, as a quick blip, she admits to planning to tell her friends that she plans to stay. It's even a scene I'd definitely already seen but somehow EVERYONE who has seen that claim, either here, on my Twitter or on my Discord NEVER caught it. And that does change the context, little as it may.

Because you know... Luz still is deciding that, despite blaming herself for it, she is willing to let EVERYONE die. Because the Collector is a small GOD. What she saw as she ran would be reasonable cause to believe that at least most of the Isles is dead and that there's no way of stopping him. So, instead of like in S1 when she would actually, you know, fix a mistake that she made, she decides to stay. She claims it's learning from her mistake but her 'mistake' is idiotic at best and hardly justifies the idea of completely abandoning her friends to their fate. It would justify asking someone else to lead, to make choices instead of her but uh... That never crosses her mind, does it?

In fact, her friends or the consequences of this action don't seem to cross her mind. She doesn't talk about how this means breaking up with Amity. She doesn't talk about how this will make it harder for everyone, who has planning with the idea that Luz would be there in mind, to actually face the threat before them. How this means never seeing Eda or King again. Nothing that someone who actually cares about the consequences of her actions should be taking into account with this.

It's why it only changes a little. The morality of this is still AWFUL and she's STILL not thinking about what she's doing in a wider context which is theoretically part of what she needed to learn from reasonably trusting someone who seemed nice enough and was in need of help, let alone because she needed his help as well. But despite that being her excuse, she's not learning. She's running. The task ahead is really fucking hard, unlike pretty anything she's done before (remember how in S1 the Conformatorium bent over and begged for help from this human girl who'd had magic for like a month and a half? And one of her glyphs for like a week at most?) and so fuck it. She's staying home with her mom.

And that's also why she goes because when her mom says she's going, it's either go or be homeless for Luz at that point. There is now no way for her to avoid her mistake and fix it. Even when she does go though, her goal is to save Eda and King. Once that's done... She's gone. And word choice here MATTERS. Her compromise isn't "Fine, I'll fix my mistake and save everyone and then leave." It's "I'll save the people I care about and then fuck off and leave." If they were both dead, she'd just turn right around and go, regardless of the fact that all of her friends ALSO HAVE FAMILIES HERE.

Seriously, why the fuck was she written like this? You had only three specials to write for but you're still making basic writing choices that are baffling from a character perspective. Unless of course, the point IS that Luz doesn't care about anyone else. That she is selfish and self serving. Camila doesn't even argue about that or bring up anyone else so what the hell Camila!?

So no, it doesn't fix that Luz's angst arc ruins her character. Period. There's no coming back from writing off an entire world as dead to you. No coming back from only caring about yourself and not even acknowledging your friends or partner and what they're trying to get back. All that matters is her. It still paints her as someone who is just not wanting to bother with all of this anymore and start fresh again, just now back in the human realm.

This sort of shit happened all the fucking time after S2A and the shortening doesn't explain away small dialogue changes that could have kept how likable Luz was in her character while still getting the plots they wanted. Instead... It really just feels like they didn't care and so Luz doesn't seem to care about anyone.

And yet in the end, she is only ever rewarded so... Fuck you got mine I guess.

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This caused some issues with the blog I'm posting in the morning and so I've now finally watched, of my own volition, more than Twitter clips of For the Future. Making that now all three specials of S3. I'm even bothering to just watch this one just because it is the one I'm most in the dark on and reacting on my Discord.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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[maochira]

Hi, I hope I'm not disrupting anything, but I was hoping to request something (I'm sorry if this is too long-). Tsundere! Barou x GN! Reader who's laid back and reserved, but they're also a sweet person. Reader has a habit of never thinking about themselves, but for others (just look at the examples below if you wanna). This caught Barou's eye from the start and it not only angered him but concerned him as well. Then finally there's a final straw for Barou, and he confronts Readers. From then on Reader had a guard dog best friend. You can ignore this if you want TvT sorry again if this is long or too detailed, you can cut something out if you want.

(Ex: Cooking for other members, Cleaning stuff like messes that aren't theirs, Letting others burrow their things, Buying/Getting things for other members whenever they asks or don't have the money to get it/giving the other members money from time to time whenever they need it, Giving the members great advice, Would never shoot/score and instead let others have their moments and spotlight, etc. Or you can do whatever you want :) )

YOU CAN'T JUST LITERALLY DESCRIBE THE DYNAMIC BAROU AND I WOULD HAVE OMG........ OF COURSE I'M WRITING THAT!! Also, I don't mind long requests at all!! (Unless someone describes literally the entire thing and there's nothing for me to add anymore, had that happen a few times)

Requests open! - writing event - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, this is before Blue Lock, Barou and reader are on the same school team, reader is a midfielder

-Barou doesn't care about anyone but himself, so when he started having some sort of feelings for you - even though they're just platonic - it confused the shit out of him. He doesn't understand what makes him want to protect you so badly

-it just irritates him SO MUCH to see how you never think of yourself and only do things for everyone else. It irritates him even more when he realizes that makes you an easy target to be used by others for their own advantage

-every single time you have the chance to score a goal but end up passing it so someone else, Barou can't help but groan in frustration

-it was his last straw when you were so close to scoring a goal, but ended up passing the ball to him instead. Of course, he ended up scoring that goal, but in his head, he debated for a fraction of a second if he should pass the ball back to you so you'll be forced to score

-even though that thought only crossed his mind for a moment, he kept questioning himself over and over

-he kept thinking about you for a bit and he realized you don't really have friends, not even on your team. It's just you who's a massive people pleaser without ever getting anything back

-and with that, Barou decided he'll be your friend. He just approached you, told you you're his friend now, and of course, you went along with that in an instant

-but you didn't expect him to get so defensive whenever people ask you for selfish favours

-you never protest about that, though. You don't even notice how much better you feel because not all of your self-worth is dependent on what you do for others

-the friendship itself was a bit weird in the beginning. You're the first friendship Barou ever really cared about and all he really did at first was scare off other people

-but it really didn't take long until your friendship became more personal. At first, for Barou, it was weird to talk about more personal subjects and for you it was weird to actually talk about yourself and the way you feel about things

-that made Barou even more protective of you. He definitely doesn't let anyone else get close to you or ask you for selfish favours again that won't give you any benefits either

-because Barou struggles to find activities to do with you, so his go-to thing is playing soccer with you. Nothing you'd ever complain about (not only because you go along with literally anything, but also because you love soccer)