#proceeded to mad react at everything

[imagine-knb]

Custom [A Kasamatsu/Reader Drabble]

Had this drabble in my mind and thought I would share. Would people be interested if I posted some of my random headcanons from time to time? Admin Neon

Kasamatsu could feel your eyes on him and, despite the fact the two of you had been in a relationship for quite some time now, he felt the attention was nerve-wracking. He could already feel the prickling of embarrassment on the back of his neck. He pried his eyes of his cellphone for a moment, glancing up in your direction toward the other end of the couch – the two of you had been lounging; it was a lazy day.

When his steely grays met your eyes, Kasamatsu heard you squeak as a small grin broke out on your lips. You threw your gaze back down to the console in your hands, the grin still on your face as you lifted it up as a makeshift shield. He kept staring until you eventually peered back at him, a snicker leaving your lips when you saw him still looking.

“What are you doing?” His question had come out grunted as he shifted to sit upright on the couch. Kasamatsu leaned closer toward you, trying to catch a glimpse of your screen. Before he could catch what you were doing, you pulled the console closer to your chest. He quirked a brow. “Okay, now I’m really curious.”

“It’s nothing important, really,” you tried to reassure behind an amused smile. You were still holding the console close enough to hide your screen, but for a quick second you glanced back down at it before meeting his gaze once more.

The corner of Kasamatsu’s lip twitched up into a minute smirk. “I don’t believe you.” This time as he shifted on the couch, he moved to hover over you, trapping you against the arm rest with both of his arms to either of your side. He pushed his head closer to yours, ignoring your protests that he’d find what you were doing stupid. “No I won’t. Come on, let me see.”

It didn’t take you long to finally relent, tilting the screen just enough that Kasamatsu could finally catch a glimpse. His eyes fell onto your screen – it was upside down for him – and he noted the game you were playing. It was that cutesy life sim you had been obsessed with for weeks, catching virtual bugs and entering virtual fishing tournaments all while chatting with your various virtual animal neighbors. You were currently talking with what appeared to be a very grunge looking wolf, but it wasn’t the animal sprite that had caught Kasamatsu’s attention.

“Is that…” He felt that prickle of embarrassment again as his eyes stayed glued onto your avatar. He twisted around a bit to get a better view. “Is that supposed to be me?”

Your gentle laugh that followed forced the heated flush from his neck and up onto his cheeks. As you turned the console screen so he could get a better view, Kasamatsu noted all the detail you had put into your character’s design. You’d picked a hairstyle as close to his as possible, taking your mimicry as far as customizing a familiar pair of eyebrows. Even the clothing your character wore, a nostalgic set of blue and white branded by the number four, had been detailed enough to immediately recognize. Somehow, you’d even managed to paste a scowl onto your character’s face.

“Never mind, it is stupid,” Kasamatsu grunted as he pushed off the arm rest of the couch. He fell back onto his side with a huff, pulling out his phone once more to scroll through his feed. He tried his best to hide the red blush on his face as you snickered at his obvious embarrassment.

Later that night, as he walked passed you behind the couch, he caught another glimpse of your console screen. You had switched your character back to looking more like you, but it was still wearing that customized shirt that looked an awful lot like his old jersey.

He wondered if he could find it in the recesses of his closet, knowing for you sure that you’d look a thousand times better in it in real life.

[bunnob]

How the brothers react to you scolding them pt2

Part 1 is linked at the bottom

Satan-

We all know he likes to pull pranks on Lucifer, well this particular time it back fired. Satan put a curse on a stack of student council work intending for Lucifer to pick it up and turn into a cat, unfortunately you were sent to retrieve the papers from the council room and upon picking the papers up you were suddenly a small fur ball. Satan came running into the room with a camera hoping to get a picture to humiliate Lucifer with but instead saw a feline version of MC. Upon realizing the error he made he was much happier and tried to pet you which left him needing several band-aids and a sour expression on his face as Solomon reverted you back to normal.

Asmo-

Asmo is a notorious flirt in the Devildom, he commonly would flirt with others and ghost the leaving them nothing but a broken heart. The latest person he pulled this stunt on came crying to you begging you to ask Asmo why he left, when you got back to the HOL you asked Asmo about what he did and he proceeded to talk about how it was all a game which made you mad. You yelled at him telling him that people's feelings shouldn't be toyed with and how what he was doing was wrong, he stopped playing his "games" after but was a little bitter about the lack entertainment he was having.

Beel-

You came home one day after a long conference with Lucifer excited to eat your left overs after a day of not having time to eat, you open the fridge and their gone not even a smudge of its existence where you left it, no problem you'll just find something else. Imagine your horror when your grumbling stomach is beginning for food and everything had been cleaned out. There was only one person in all 3 world that could do that and you were ready to fight them, you open the door to see been in his bed eating a bag of chips, you quickly grabbed the bag away from him and started to question him about the missing food and he proceeded to tell you how sorry he was and that he thought he was gonna starve to death. Beel is supper sorry and takes you to Hells Kitchen to make up for it.(he steals that food too, but only a few fries)

Belphigor-

He's a blanket snatcher with no shame, you two will be in bed all warm one second and the second Belphie comes you'll be freezing in the middle of the night, when you try to reclaim your blanket he shoves you out of the bed, eventually you give up a d move to the attic but he follows you, he tries to lay down but you kick him out telling him that he can't sleep with you until he fixes his blanket snatching issues. He was displeased with this and as petty revenge he stole all your blankets for a couple weeks.(enjoy sleeping in the cold)

(OH wow, I didn't expect as many likes in part 1 as I did I'm so glad you guys like it, I'll post side characters tomorrow. Please let me know if you want to see other work I'd be happy to obliged. )

[onestepbackwards]

a request… idea? however you wanna call it. emmet w/ a very very short s/o. im talking like, five feet tall. he teases them abt their height (not maliciously ofc, he’d stop if they asked!), but one day. one day they have enough. they climb onto his shoulders and tell him theyre staying there for the day unless an emergency happens. what does he do.

djfl;asjdl;sfjd This is a cute idea, I love it.

Pairing: Emmet x Reader

Word Count: 559 words!

CW: Fluff!

"I swear, I am going to throw you into the sun."

Emmet of course could only giggle as he leaned against you, his arm against your head to balance himself.

"But yet you haven't."

You sigh, blowing a tuft of hair our from your face.

"Yeah yeah, ha ha. Now move, I need to grab one of the tea boxes from the cabinet-"

Emmet seemed to smile a bit more, and you could already feel his shenanigans were going to get worse.

Normally you didn't mind it, it was just teasing, after all. But he had been doing it a bunch lately, and you didn't sleep much last night due to your late shift at work.

"I don't know, seems a bit of a reach. Sure you don't need a ladder?"

Feeling your eye twitch, it was as if a dam broke.

You weren't mad, but you definitely had enough of his teasing.

"That is it."

Emmet didn't have time to react as you pulled yourself out from under him, and proceeded to climb on his back like a pachirisu.

"Wha- hey!"

Emmet tried to get you to let go, only to freeze when he realized if he tried too hard, you'd be thrown and possibly get hurt.

Especially as you clung to him even tighter with a laugh.

"Let's see how you like it, you menace!"

Emmet laughed at your words, trying to regain his balance. Had he pushed you that far? Perhaps he had misjudged how much he was toeing the line today.

"I do not think this is safe! Verrrry not safe!"

"And yet you do this shit to Ingo all the time, and you are laughing!"

"That's different!"

"Oh, it is not and you know it."

Despite everything he did, you did not let go. You firmly kept yourself attached to his shoulders.

"I'm staying right here for the rest of the day."

Emmet awkwardly craned his neck to look up at you. His smile was ever present on his face, but you could see the look in his eyes wavering at the tone of your voice.

"Ah, you aren't serious, are you?"

The grin that formed on your face nearly mirrored his own, and Emmet felt his stomach drop when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

"Oh, I'm dead serious. Unless there is an emergency, I'm not leaving this spot."

Perhaps Emmet should have dialed it back a notch, but he found himself standing up a bit straighter.

After all, he never backed down from a challenge.

"So be it. I am Emmet, and I will handle this with grace."

He seemed so determined, at least until he froze when looking to the side.

There stood Ingo in the entrance of the kitchen staring at you both exasperated.

"Is the kitchen really the necessary place to be doing such shenanigans?"

You and Emmet shared a glance.

"Sorry. We'll continue this in the living room."

Ingo looked even more done with both of your shit as Emmet proudly walked past with you still on his shoulders. Ingo was in for a long day, he could already feel it.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he shook his head as he heard one of you yell from the living room, followed by a crash.

A long day indeed. At least you both were having fun.

[baby-tini]

hi! it's me again 🤣 i just reread M4S and realized that reader manipulated them by stealing drugs to have them capture her

how do you think bonten!mikey will react to finding out that his darling is manipulative?

like she feel inlove with him when she first saw him so she purposely went to same clubs as him and made scenarios to make him interested in her 😜 like accidentally toppling over him acting as if she's drunk etc. mikey kidnaps her bc he feel for her and then finds out she did those intentionally

im so sorry if this is so specific 😭 english isn't my first language so i wasn't sure if i relayed my thoughts properly

thank you so much for writing! I LOVE LOVE LOVE EVERYTHING 💖💖💖

The first time that he saw you in one of the clubs that he owns, he thought you were the prettiest little thing he's ever laid eyes on, so, he had one of his executives bring you over to him, and there, you proceeded too stay sat with him on a luxurious couch for hours Sipping on the most expensive alcohol you've ever had the fortune of tasting as he talked business with his executives. He had kept one of his hands on your thighs he talked to the other man, his hand was cold but it was still pleasant too have on your skin. His hand was soft as he dragged it up and down your thigh, glancing at you so often. He had taken you back to an expensive hotel that night and fucked you, you're more then willing too say that it was the best sex of your life and you wouldn't even be lying. From then on though, you were obsessed with him, maybe it was the sex or just that raw authority that surrounded him but you were hooked, dangerously hooked and you needed him, he was like a drug and you were hooked- so far gone that you paid no mind too anything else that wasn't him.

The second time you saw him was far from coincidental as you continued too frequent that club that you met him in, even getting a job as a waitress at said club so that you'd have access to the VIP room and you were so excited when his eyes met your but he turned away as he continues too conversate with another man and you knew from there on what you had too do. Because.. if you made it look like fate and you were everywhere he was... would he always look at you then? You had too give it a try as you bribed one of his security guards for his schedule for the next month as you proceeded too show up everywhere he was, even going as far too frequent the pastry shop that he always got the dorayaki from, learning how too make it and even trying it yourself so that you had something in common.. even if it was a little too sweet for your tastebuds. He seemed too like the color red so that's what you were constantly seen in when you would go to that club, of course you wanted too get closer but you knew that'd be impossible with constant security and his second in command.. his loyal mad dog; Sanzu Haruchiyo. You really didn't like Sanzu, he'd always watch you, like he knew what you were upto, he was smart, you'd give him that. You ignored him nonetheless, you wanted too be with Manjiro Sano and you would, so you'd dance in the club, you knew he saw you, because your eyes would meet dark obsidian as you danced away in the loud club.

Making sure too sway with the music as you pretended not too notice how invasive the eyes of the most dangerous man in all of Japan could be. He'd approach you more often ever since you started your little plan, and it would always unfortunately end the same way; with sex. While you're not complaining about it, you wanted too be closer, too have him closer. So that's exactly what you put your mind too, more then focused on getting into Bonten, so you started getting involved with shady people that owed Bonten something, money, drugs.. their life, you didn't care, you just wanted in. So when you had successfully been kidnapped by default of being surrounded by people that Bonen wanted dead, you knew you were in. Especially when the man himself, Manjiro Sano, pulled the blindfold down and your eyes fluttered open too meet onyx ones, the empty look in his eyes had filled with recognition before he told his lackeys too untie you.

He had taken you in his office and you had cried to Mikey, the tears were fake, but.. he didn't need too know that as you explained to him that you were in danger because people were after you, your father drowning in debt and your only option was too surround yourself with people that could protect you and that's what you did. You saw his usually empty eyes soften as you spewed lie after lie to him, even going as far as too get on your knees and blabber out meaningless apologies, stating that if you knew just who those people, you would've never hung out with them. He had listened to you, watching as you put on a show, over-dramatizing and lying straight to his face. You hoped your performance was good enough and you knew it was when he nodded and made a phone call, it was too quiet for you too hear anything but you just continued your false sobbing, feeling his eyes burning into you as you just continued your show. You knew you had won though, when he put the phone down and had you come sit down at his desk and asked you too explain just what exactly happened and who your father was in debt with, deciding too give him the name of a gang that Bonten hated and you watched his eyes narrow in distaste as he promised you protection just until that gang was eradicated, you knew Mikey was only doing this out of spite of the other gang but you didn't care, you were confident that you could have him wrapped around your finger before that even came too fruition.

[merrycrisis-if]

hi!! First ask ever but I wanted to like share this?

Especially since I love this IF so so much. Qiu has quickly become my favourite. (Curse my favouritism because he's been all I can think about fr.

(SPOILERS FOR QIU!!!!) just incase

But basically during the start of the IF when we choose between how we reacted to the breakup with Nat, I noticed that if you chose the option of trying to move on. It says: "sometimes you wished for someone reckless, someone wildly hopeful, who'd continue to fight for the dying embers of your flame."

And I just wanted to specifically point out the latter half of the sentence. And how we see later that Qiu does exactly that although a few years too late. They're reckless about it too (it happens either during a reunion with classmates or in public so). And so so hopeful that maybe just maybe, you can let them try to fight for you, your affection, and your forgiveness and trust.

They essentially cast aside the doubts and mistake they mad during the breakup?? Congratulations with champagne scene. And decide to stay hopeful whether or not its futile.

And once I made that super flimsy connection my mind just went blank. And the I proceeded to sob inwardly as i immediately related to Qiu. Like the pressure of growing up with parents/a parent who places their dreams and expectations on your shoulders and leaving no space to breathe almost . Hits too hard. And the respite you get with one special person only to end up so consumed with your parents dreams instead of your own and just ultimately pushing them away????

Sobbbing.

Anyways this IF is so fun and sad and just an emotional rollercoaster and I loved every second of it.

(Ps. English isn't my first language so if anything was confusing to understand let me know!!!)

Ahhh this is a gem of an ask, thank you for filling my inbox with such a good one!

I love that you noticed how Qiu finally makes good on what MC needed/wanted so much from them (albeit being a couple of years too late)—as you said, they finally try to fight for you, recklessly, in front of everyone, consequences and logic and squeaky clean image be damned! It's everything they couldn't do in the past, but now it might just be too late. I wanted readers to savor the tragic irony in that.

Anyway, I'm very honored that you relate to Qiu and that their choices hit hard. I've seen way too many friends like that as well, and you phrase it so well in your message (this last bit quoted below is so real!)

And the respite you get with one special person only to end up so consumed with your parents dreams instead of your own and just ultimately pushing them away????

[adorecb97]

♡ Always been you (3) ♡

Part 3 - La vie en Rose

A Chris Evans x male reader mini fic 🎀

Here part 2 !

Warning : Chris being threatening and a savage but also vulnerable man, hurt/comfort beacuse its amazing ! , reader and Chris being idiots in love !

AN : soooo... I'm so sorry for the long delay omg...1 year...but in my defence, I've been caught up with school, and now that I've finished high school, I'll have more free time ! Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy it !

Chris' pov

Chris was now running down the stadium's aisle, Dan, the security guy trying to keep up with him.

" Mr Evans !! Please slow down"

But Chris had no intention in the world to do so. He had to be fast and to make it to the backstage before the end of the song y/n's was now singing. But as he kept running around these walls, Chris ran into something. Or rather someone. And this someone was not other than y/n's bandmate. The very first cause he was in this situation in the first place. He had a small grin on his face plus eyes reflecting malice and distrust.

"Well, well, well...isn't it Chris Evans or should I say, y/n's ex boyfriend ?"

He chuckled a bit, probably amused by his words but it wasn't the case for Chris : he was pissed and mad, first at this dude but then at himself to think his boyfriend will want anything with this man looking like a cockroach. Chris wasn't a narcissist or full of himself, but at this very moment, he couldn't hide the bright smile on his face as he eyed David from head to toe.

David hasn't missed that as confusion could be read on his face, his sight landing everywhere, but at Chris, he was ashamed, but soon it turned into anger.

"What the fuck are you smiling at lame ass ?? Uh ?? Anyway why the fuck are you here ? Y/n's said he didn't want to see you anymore !"

Chris kept smiling and then out of nowhere burst out laughing as if what he just heard was the funniest thing someone had just said to him. David stood still, unsure of what just happened and how he should react.

The Bostonian man then proceeded to calm down a bit before speaking those words :

" Damn...I was so dumb to- to think my man will be somewhat interested in something like you...I mean look at you ! All desperate and shit... but you forgot something here, little boy"

Chris got closer to him, trying to look somewhat threatening, and he was as David stepped down a bit, looking down.

" Y/n's is mine, and we're in love, so go play somewhere else before I break you in half."

His tone was cold, voice low and body tensed but with a devilish smile on his face. He meant everything he said, and even if he he didn't know if he was capable of breaking off someone's body in half, he sure knew someone who could do it...

David ran away without waiting any further for more threats. He was definitely terrified and good, thought Chris, he didn't want to ever deal with this man ever again. And yes, even if David wasn't 100% to blame about this situation, it still made Chris feel better about himself. He was still a man, after all !

Dan on the other hand was still running toward Chris as they had a pretty gap of distance.

" Fuck...arggg Mr Evans...you're too fast for me...I- I need to-to do exercise more often"

Dan said feeling as if the whole world was about to collapse on him.

"Don't worry Dan, I'll teach you, but now let's head to the backstage shall we ?"

Y/n's POV

Y/n had finished the last song on the first section for today's concert, and after interacting with fans, doing some bad dad jokes and dancing to ABBA's song, it was now time to head backstage for a quick break and a outfit change.

" Okay okay guys, cigarette break !!! I'll be back but I gotta smoke !"

It wasn't actually true, y/n's didn't smoke and he didn't want to, afraid of damaging his vocal chords. But his fans knew the code : time to slut this body up !

He ran towards the backstage, his crew putting thumbs up, saying he did an incredible job and reminding him of his 20-minute pause.

After hydrating correctly, y/n went in the room he changed earlier, his outfit was already on the couch as well as...Chris ???

What was he doing here ?? Y/n thought he left since he didn't see him anymore on the VIP section. He figured he went home and was waiting on Y/n's to come so they could talk but he was NOT expecting this AT ALL.

"Chris..."

It sounded like a whisper, and it was one since the latter only saw his lover's lips moving without any sound coming out.

" Love..."

It was awkward, very awkward, and the singer didn't know how to react ! If he should kiss him or kick him, it was very confusing ! So he stayed in front of the door, still wide open. Anyone passing by would have seen what was happening, but y/n spoke first.

" Chris...i- what are you doing here ??"

Chris got up, slowly moving towards his lover and reach for his hands. And even though y/n's was tensed, he didn't kick him away, a good start !

" There are so many things I need to tell you baby i-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the singer cut him off.

" No ! Let me speak first. You left me. You left me and didn't even bother responding to my messages. More than 500 Chris. And same for the calls, you denied every single one of them. During 5 months, you left me at my worst. I was crying night and day on our bed while you were at your brother's or at clubs. I'm not mad about the words you say to me even though yes they were horrible, because I believe I had once said even more horrible things to you, and you forgave me the next day. No, I'm not mad at that, couple fights it's just a thing ! But for you to leave for 5 months and not even let me know if you're okay or if you think we should break up is some devil's work, Christopher. Imagine you instead of me and tell me how you'll fell uh ? Tell me how you will try to cope with the fact that your boyfriend doesn't want to even talk to you or look at you or -"

Chris's heart broke at every single word his lover was saying. He thought he could get with an apology and a quicky before the times up, but oh dear, he was wrong. Y/n's was angry, sad, but mostly disappointed, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't just forgive Chris like that as if nothing happened and that it was a simple fight. No ! He couldn't ! But a part of him was telling him to give Chris a 2nd chance, and he wanted that so bad ! He was in love with Chris and even ready to marry him ! But things had changed now, and he wasn't so sure about the whole thing.

" Baby please...i- I know what I did was terrible and I don't even deserve your forgiveness, I was a terrible boyfriend and let my insecurities get the best of us...im so sorry...you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve this-

Y/n's was now worried, Chris was spiraling and kept saying the same thing " you don't deserve this" it was of of the first time of more than a decade knowing Chris that Y/n's saw him like this : vulnerable, weak and ready to finish off.

The singer quickly put him into a tight embrace, leading them on the couch and laying down on it. Chris had his head on y/n's neck, and he was now singing a soft tune in his ear, trying to calm him. An acapela version of La vie en rose was filing the room as Y/n's thrust his hands on Chris' hair, slowly massaging his roots.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

This moment right here was the first time y/n has felt this way since 5 months : relaxed and actually happy ! Even though the situation between the two was still confusing and unsolved, by the very first time y/n had pressed his lips on Chris' forehead, he realised that he needed the actor too. He couldn't just pretend as if he didn't want to let him a 2nd chance. Everyone deserves one after all !

His thoughts were cut down but one of his member crew rushing in the room and yelling :

" Y/n 5 MINUTES LE- oh my God...im so sorry, I'll go but make quick you're not even dressed !"

And there she's gone provoking a small chuckle coming out the singer. The latter quickly but safely pushed Chris away from him, covering him with a blanket and kissing him as he was asleep. He then proceed to undress himself but as he was to put on his pants he heard Chris' voice.

" Fuck...I'm missed seeing your body so much..."

And as absurd as it was, y/n blushed and continued to dress up which was easy since the pants was the only piece of fabric of this outfit.

" Okay I gotta go now Chris, we'll talked together after okay ?"

He was ready to go but Chris maintained his hand and pulled him into his arms, cuddling him.

" Never forget that I love you and...thank you for the song"

Chris was shy, and it was adorable to see, but he really needed to go, so he just kissed his hands and ran to his crew, wanting for him to restart the show.

" you're okay y/n ?"

Asked Laura, his 2nd guitarist.

" Perfect, thanks Lau, now let's kill it shall we ?"

~~~~~~~~

AN : OMG I feel the need to express the fact that I wrote this in one go ! Like 💃 OMG ! OK so firstly I wanted to make it pure 100% fluff but then I thought : and where will be the angst then ?! Soo here it is and I'm pretty proud of it ! Hope you guys enjoyed it too !

[montimer]

Hi! I saw that you did Joker, Mad Hatter and Scarecrow accidentally hitting their S/O and I saw that you did them adopting a kid so can you combine it and do Mad Hatter, Riddler, Two-face and Scarecrow (seperated) accidentally hitting their adopted, young sidekick and the kid being scared of them for a moment beacuse the kid has past trauma? Like they were maybe angry talking to themselves and they accidentally di it? Take all the time you need and thank you!

Joker,Mad hatter,Two face,Scarecrow accidentally hitting there side kick

(Reader has trauma) gn!reader,angst. Im not sure how riddler would react sorry

Joker

Even his goons get scared of him when hes angry. Walking away,far away.

Not you tough, you believed he wont hurt you no matter how angry he gets.

"I mean can you believe that? He just had to be there to ruin everything! He has no idea how long it took me to plan all of this!"

You listen to him rambling. Going closer as you do so.

"Then of course he shows up and boom!" He motions w/ his hand, accidentally hitting you.

He was so angry he didnt notice first "And when i told you to get the gun, you got the empty one!" He yelled, not realizing what he did.

When he didnt heard you speak he looked back. You were backing away from him. Staying quite, tears forming in ur eyes.

He froze down, not knowing what to do. He forgot about the whole being mad thing. All he did was stare.

"Im so sorry Mr. Joker! I swear it won't happen again"

His chest started to hurt, he didn't like this feeling.

He doesn't even realize you left the room.

After this accident he'll be a bit more quiet. But once he realizes how to make it better he apologizes.

"Look,kiddo. Im sorry,, do you want something to make you feel better?" He smiles at you weakly.

"A hug" huh a hug?

He feels his little side kick giving him a strong big hug. He doesn't waste time to return it.

Mad hatter

He immediately realizes he hitten you. He quickly looks there w/ a worried face.

Hes heart breaks as he sees his little side kick trying to hold back there tears.

He tries to hug them, which scares them and they back away. Then run out of the room.

At this point hes crying, yelling out sorrys. He swears he didnt mean to hurt you!

He'll quietly go into ur room, he hears your hiccups and whimpers.

He sits down on the floor next to ur bed

"Would you like some tea, dear? Or anything else?" Does his presents makes you feel worse? Can he ever hear you forgiving him?

He looks up at you, surprised to find you staring back at him.

You jump to hug him. Hes too stunned, proceeding what happened.

Once he realizes he hugs you back.

"Oh im so happy you forgave me! Don't worry little one, this won't happen again!"

Scarecrow

He won't be able to speak. Just staring.

Oh of course something like this has to happen. Something that he sweared will never gonna happen.

He has no idea what to do other than whispering sorrys.

The next say he'll act very distant. Refusing to face you, to face reality. What if you hate him now? He won't have anyone in his life to care for.

You might just leave, it would be for the better. But no, you won't leave. You just can't leave the only person who had sympathy for you and took you in.

He'll be working on something, when suddenly he feels someone hug him from behind.

He'll immediately snap his head back. Reliefed to see that its just you. And somehow, he feels better,that you came back to him.

Two face

He'll feel guilty and surprised at first but he knows what to do.

Apologize, give some space, talk in a gentle voice.

So he approaches you slowly, calming you down.

He really tries to hide the fact that he feels guilty.

But you see right trough him, otherwise his apology would have felt like nothing.

You give him a hug as he tries to wipe ur tears away.

[joels-darlin]

Monday Morning - The Situation

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ only. kidnapping/hostage situation, violence, angst, hurt, allusions to rape, mentions of weapons, restraints/being tied up, mentions of blood and injuries. (I think that's all sorry if I missed any)

Summary: A standard Monday morning commute to the DEA office takes a harrowing turn of events.

Word count: 1592

Author Note: What's this?! I'm writing for Peña AND its more than 800 words - absolute madness. This is not my normal go to for fics but I wanted to push the boat out and give something new a try. Not a lot of Javi in this one but there will be a part two which I'm currently writing so all shall be revealed. Any feedback is appreciated, thanks all ♥️ Special Note: Just a huge thanks to @ladybess-a03 for pushing me to do this. I've had the idea for ages and without your support it would of just got left in the pile forever - thankyou ♥️

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Darkness. That was all you could see right now; complete darkness. The blindfold on your face clung to your skin, the mixture of blood, sweat and tears. This was not how you had expected Monday morning to go.

Since accepting the accepting a job with the DEA and moving to Columbia permanently (Bogotá to be precise) you had spent the past 10 months integrating into the team alongside fellow Agents Javier Peña and Steve Murphy - getting up to speed with the case and assisting hunting down drug lord Pablo Escobar. It was a seamless transition both agents welcoming you with open arms. What helped was the friendship the three of you had struck up outside of work, often out drinking in local bars or over at Steve’s for some home made food from Connie. It was nights like those that made the long stressful days much easier.

So you thought nothing of it when you where approached by, what you assumed, was a couple of nuisance sellers on the streets in the middle of grabbing your morning coffee from the cart. It was something that happened on occasion, young men, women or children trying to make a living.

What took you by surprise was when one of them pulled out a gun, the barrel aimed to your head. The taller of the two stepped back throwing a heavy punch square to your jaw rending you completely useless. In one swift motion, before you could even recover or defend yourself the feeling of cool metal around your wrists - handcuffs. The all too familiar clicking of the lock. Then came the darkness, a blindfold shoved around your head.

All your instincts told you something was wrong and turns out you where right to assume so. Next thing you where being bundled into the boot of a vehicle which proceeded to tear through the streets of Bogotá. Trying to remember the various twists and turns the vehicle had taken so you could figure out at least what area you where in, no use everything was just a blur. The anxiety in your chest and the dull ache in your head contributing to the oncoming brain fog, making you unable to remember any small detail.

The car eventually came to a halt the boot lid being ripped open exposing you to the humid Bogotá air. Yelping as one of your now kidnappers roughly grabbed your upper arm dragging you out of the boot setting you on your feet with a thump.

“Camina perra!” He sneered in a rough voice, lips so close to your ear you could feel the saliva drops coming from his mouth, knowing enough Spanish to understand what that meant.

“No no let me go please” screaming, pleading from the top of your lungs; thrashing and resisting as hard as you physically could. It was no use though they where too strong. You had never given any thought to how you would react in a situation like this. No number of years training could help right now either, these where the men of the biggest drug lord in Columbia and would stop at nothing if they got they information needed. But right now you where frightened which was evident in the way your chest ached and body shaking with anxiety. Showing a vulnerable state compared to hardened persona of the DEA agent showcased by day. There was one thing you where sure of though they weren’t getting any information from you, no matter how hard and long the torture was. At the back of your mind you knew from previous informants and victims of the Pablo’s men how this often went, a cold chill jolting down your spine at the mere thought.

“What do you want from me!!” you screamed the moment the boot lid popped open, voice raw, croaky from the sheer amount of tears shed. Not a word from either of them just grabbing you by the arms again in a vice grip, dragged from the car with force. The lack of energy in your body was making it hard to fight. You battled with what you had left but they continued and as a warning landed a few punches/kicks across various parts of your body; knowing there would be a rainbow of bruises the next day. If you even made it that far.

It was no surprise when you where thrown onto the cold metal of a chair in what you assumed was a derelict room, not hard to miss by the stench of damp and death in the air or the sounds that echoed around across the walls; dripping water, footsteps. The stagnant air filled your burning lungs with every breath bringing with it a sickening twisting feeling to your lower stomach.

The handcuffs that adorned your wrists earlier removed only briefly so they could secure you down to the chair. Glad that you had chosen to wear jeans today as the rolls of duck tape where tightly wrapped securing your ankles to the chair legs. The sounds of the footsteps where moving away shortly after, they where leaving?! Now all alone with just your thoughts.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed since you where still virtually blind. Only when the sounds of the squeak from the door hinge opening, then came the footsteps. Signalling to you that someone…no two people had entered the room. Off came the blindfold the sharp pain in your scalp as few strands of hair where ripped from their follicles - a painful reminder of the once harrowing darkness. Squinting your eyes surveyed the room, adjusting to the limited light from the yellowing lamp that hung in the centre of the room. Eyes landing on the two figures stood in front of you. They where broad, one bald and one not. Dressed in the finest cotton shirts and jeans money could buy. Fancy loafers adorning their feet - definitely part of Escobar’s crew you could just tell. The faces though you where unable to be recognise, never ones to have cropped up frequently during surveillance before.

“Now now you are going to co-operate otherwise this. gets. ugly.” The taller of the two spat as he moved walking slowly to circle your frame tied to the chair once. Like he was getting a good view of his prey and you swear you caught him licking his lips at one point. You swallowed loudly, throat thickening. He approached slowly eye on yours as he leant down, leaning closer lips next to the shell of your ear whispering.

“So what’s a pretty little girl like you doing running around with the DEA huh. We know who you are and well…lets just say you are going to do us a little favour - that clear bitch?”

The hot breath on blowing over your skin making you shiver violently. “Keep your mouth shut don’t say ANYTHING” crossing your mind repeatedly. He moved backwards kneeling slightly, now at level with your eyes.

“Did you not hear me? ANSWER THE QUESTION” he bellowed standing up to normal position again voice echoing around the room. His hands curled into fists at his sides, rage evident. You sat completely still not moving a muscle or uttering a word. Then came the punches, one to your stomach, head, face - anywhere he could reach really. You where bleeding now the punches so hard it had split the skin in various places, feeling the trails of blood running down your skin. There was a metallic taste flooding your mouth, the busted lip from the blows that occurred moments ago.

“ANSWER. ME. NOW.” the fury in his eyes was present as you shook your head refusing to answer. Scared to open your mouth know no voice would even come out if you wanted too.

“Playing the long game huh? okay I see how it is then” he sneered, chuckling ever so slightly. Walking back over to the other man he starts barking orders.

”Remove her from that chair and take her next door…I want her on the bed ready for me in 5 minutes…two can play the long game” and then left.

It took a few moments to register what he meant by that and when you did you clenched your thighs together, hoping and praying he wasn't going to follow through with his words. You broke down begging, pleading as the bald man loosened the ankle restraints before roughly hoisting your frame over his shoulder, carrying you into the dark room and dropping you on the mattress. The sound of the door slamming as he left.

He was already there. Waiting in the corner a harrowing smile spread across his face. Watching as he approached the bed, fingers working to undo the belt buckle at his waist. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, a fresh set of tears spilling from them. The feeling of the mattress shifting next to you caused a wave of anxiety to crash over your body. You lay there hoping that this was going to be over quickly.

It was over. For now. Broken, bruised and beaten you remained in a fetal position on the dishevelled mattress sobbing; wrists and ankles still bound together. All clothing stripped from your lower half, a dull ache between your thighs as a painful reminder of what you had endured not so long ago.

There was one shred of hope that you clung to - hoping that Javi and Steve would find you soon.

[c-t-r-l14]

A RETROSPECTIVE, A REFLECTION, AND YES, ANOTHER DAMN ALEX RANT.

What I find the most amusing is the fact that Saku likes my rants about Alex.

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if ya’ll know me as, “That One Girl Who Despises Alex”, because I write about how mad he makes me, and have MULTIPLE RANTS about how much I dislike him and his gaslighting, excuse-making, manipulative, no-backbone having, crybaby bitch ass.

Like—I be jumping Alex, reading his ass for filth, and be downright destroying him and Saku reads it and is like “Lmao, good stuff”, and LIKES THE DAMN RANTS.

It’s really crazy because at first, I was really scared about posting my first ever rant about him, because before people saw just how immature Alex was being in the breakup audio, a lot of people were jumping listener in the comments and talking about how it was their fault that this happened in the first place. Now, listener is definitely NOT a saint, at all. Even though I sympathize with them, what they did was wrong—point BLANK. But the way their relationship ended wasn’t entirely their fault.

I remember reading the comments and there were some people who said, “Ugh, if listener just didn’t say anything at all, this would’ve never happened”, but that shit confuses me so much?? I do agree that they should’ve been more careful about their approach when it comes to confrontation, but if THIS is the way Alex reacts when Listener looses their cool and does something in the heat of the moment, who is to say that it wouldn’t happen at all? He was so damn quick to end a four year relationship over a mistake. He never put in any work to see why listener acted out that day. He never once tried to talk to them, he acknowledged the fact that they don’t usually act like this, made up stupidly flimsy excuses on why the relationship would supposedly would not work, said some out of pocket shit about them not being the right partner for a long distance relationship, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO GASLIGHT THEM into thinking that THEY were the crazy one for reacting to what he just said, tried to manipulate them into thinking that the reason why their relationship ended was all their fault, and tried to act like HE was the mature one by making the decision to end it in the first place—-

And you’re telling me you saw ALL OF THIS UNFOLD, and your first thought was, “Oh yeah, all of this is definitely listener’s fault. They had it coming, lmao. Good luck to Alex in the States.”

OH H E L L NO.

If he had been so quick to end his relationship of F O U R Y E A R S in a heartbeat over something he K N E W to be an out of character mistake, then what on God’s green Earth would make ya’ll think that he’d stick around had listener stayed silent???? Listener will make mistakes, and there will come a time when their emotions will get the best of them (as it does with all of us), and you guys really believe that Alex’s fickle, emotional whiplash having, “this would be good for us, we both wouldn’t be tied down anymore 🥺” headass would still stay then???

Because, HE W O U L D N ‘ T.

He saw the opportunity to leave, and he took it. He already had his mind made from the jump when he told his mother and father, his friends, his acquaintances, his ancestors—and the ENTIRE W O R L D that he was taking that NYC job and his partner was last to know. Listener—-his own goddamn partner—-was the only person he needed to get rid of. They were his “burden” to bear, and he wanted to rid himself of it. And he didn’t want to seem like the bad guy, so he made excuses to make the break up easier on himself, pushed the blame away from him, and cried like the little baby back bitch he is in order to make it seem like this was such a hard decision to come to. He disregarded listener’s feelings, disregarded them as a whole, disrespected them, and left them with (probably) more trauma then what they started with.

I am sick and tired of seeing people blame the listener for everything that happened. They did not deserve the way they were broken up with at all. Alex isn’t a victim. He never was—and he stopped being the “mature one” (if you can even call it that) the moment those dumbass excuses came out of his slimy mouth.

For the people who were saying, “Alex deserves better than listener! I hope he finds a new partner.” Ya’ll need to realize that if this is how he acts when listener makes a mistake, he will do the absolute same thing with his future partners. He will give up the entire relationship and make an exit plan as soon as they do something even a little bit out of character. People who fold that easily and refuse to put effort in their relationship will NEVER KEEP IT. He will end up being single, and I know he’s the type of person who will never consider himself as a factor as to why his relationships all end in faliure because he has such a victim complex.

This man deserves absolutley nothing, ya’ll! NOTHING!

And I hope that one day, he realizes what he did was wrong, and apologizes to them. I will literally not be able to die peacefully if this doesn’t happen.

The craziest thing is that back in the olden days (four months ago), I would’ve been so scared to publish this whole rant, ya’ll. 😭 My dislike for Alex has been a hyper-fixation that held me in a massive chokehold—and I was honestly scared I was going to get hated on for not liking him (as well as my reasons for disliking him in the first place). But in the most strange turn of events, a lot of people share the same disdain I have for him too, and the comments on that break-up audio is now more critical toward Alex than it is toward listener, and these were both really big shocks to me. I’m really happy that a lot of people enjoy my rants, and even more happier (and surprised) to see Saku HIMSELF like my rant posts too.

Like literally ya’ll, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The love ya’ll leave for these rants are the reasons why I feel more and more confident to make them in the first place, and I appreciate it all very much.

So, here’s to next year, and to all the rants I’ll make in the future! And I hope we’ll all have a great year!

(Except for you, Alex. I hope your credit card declines when you try to pay for that $2.90 train fare and nobody opens the emergency door for you).

[via-the-cryptid]

How would frost queen react to seeing a living simon? With magic powers no less

ohoho, I have an idea for this.

so Frost Queen is crazy as hell, right? she’s just better at hiding it. it’s a real Winter King situation here, like… if you’re that sane, you would not have been fine with offloading your manic madness onto some random candy woman who then proceeded to obsess over you for like a hundred years. similarly, the Frost Queen literally made herself a replacement Frost Simon! and she didn’t even give him freedom of choice, she essentially treats Frost Simon like a doll that she just carries around with her everywhere, which Magic Simon is kinda creeped out by. Snow Betty was overprotective, sure, but she still tried to listen to what he wanted, and after he showed her that he wasn’t going to get himself killed and/or abandon her, she pretty much let him do whatever he wanted. Frost Queen is far more like a little girl playing dolls — she puppeteers everything around and doesn’t give her creations the option to disagree with her. I don’t know if they’re conscious enough to actually feel that disagreement, but either way they’re not going to be saying anything, especially not Frost Simon.

but when FQ meets Magic Simon, he’s everything she wants. that’s the real Simon, not a doll made of ice, and she wants him. he’d be crown jewel (ha) of her doll collection, all she has to do is get ahold of him, and she can make him her newest frost doll. he won’t disagree or say no — of course he won’t. None of her dolls ever tell her anything she doesn’t want to hear.

Snow Betty, however, is greatly opposed to this creepy fucker trying to kidnap her husband to make into a marionette, and therefore they have to duke it out again. not the first time she’s tried to shank someone on behalf of Simon’s continued freedom, and it probably won’t be the last! Simon also joins the fight and as do the children, mostly to fight off the marionettes — Snow Betty gets to punch Frost Queen in the nose herself.

[sideblogfornothing]

yesterday I talked to someone I didn't know online. They said that they were against Hamas and against the Israeli government but didn't believe innocent people (Israelis and Palestinians) should die.

When they eventually realized I was Israeli they told me that as long as I believed what israel was doing was wrong, they were cool with me.

So fair enough I thought, so I proceeded to tell them that yes, what Israel was currently doing was wrong. Innocent people don't deserve to die because of a shitty government, both Hamas and the Israeli government.

They then told me that it was strange that a lot of Israelis were pro israel and against Palestine. So I explained to them that these people have lost several close family members, and continue to lose friends and family the longer this war goes on.

I told them that every day there seemed to be a new funeral, people barely had time to grieve. (I was literally at a funeral a couple of hours before) so it would make sense if people hated the ones that did this to them.

They proceeded to react by saying that they "hope I get bombed by Palestine" I proceeded to tell them that that very much is a possibility, even before this war.

They then told me that they know history before instantly disproving that statement by saying that Jews just showed up out of no where and took over Israel. Which is not true, we have historical proof in the literal dirt.

I proceeded to tell them that that isn't actually the case and there is in fact a such thing as Palestine Jews, and that I am in fact a Palestinian jew.

They got all confused by the term asked how that can be, they asked if I was mixed. I told them no and explained to them what a Palestinian Jew is. They didn't seem to understand a word of it.

I told them to look it up, they said that google didn't know me specifically, I told them to just look up "what is a Palestinian jew" and that there was a Wikipedia article about it, they said they weren't reading all of that, and I said to only read the first few sentences. They got even more confused and I hade to re explain Palestinian Jews to them before they (maybe) got it.

When I explained to them how Israel actually became a country and that it used to be called 'Palestine' they got even more confused. I ended up re explaining and they seemed to understand. They concluded that it was all the whites fault.

Then they got all mad at white people's existence, and said that white people always steel everything, and that they stole Christianity from the Asians. I asked them what they were talking about, and they said that Jesus was and Arab.

I told them that Jesus was in fact a Jewish mamzer. They said, no he was an Arab and I asked them where they heard that because I'd love to research it. They ignored that question and insisted that he was Arab. I told them I'd look it up on Google, so I did and I told them that google said he was Jewish not Arab.

they told me I was wrong. I told them to look it up themselves. They didn't.

They said I should get bombed by Palestinians. I told them to drop dead.

They told me not to take things so seriously, and to not be so sensitive.

I told them they were an ignorant asshole. Then I left.

Random story I felt like sharing! I'm sorry for being a downer on Hanukkah, I just thought it was interesting how people don't do research then claim they know things (especially about Jews) then say flat out misinformation.

I encourage everyone one to do research on information they hear!

"misinformation is the easiest way to control the masses"– Science Sans, Christmas party au

happy Hanukkah!

[sleepyselkiesims]

Part 11

Andre was ready to drown out his woes, so the second school was over he asked Alexa on a date! He was so excited, he didn't notice the rain, or that Alexa had gone back to being in a foul mood.

...not what I expected to find on the date. Good or bad sign, d'you think?

The date started off strong with Andre flexing, and Alexa expressing her sympathies for his predicament. He could cover the date cost, right?

Alexa proceeded to spend the entire date on her phone.

Oh, hi Siobhan! Are you upset because of your caregivers' deaths, or how bad this date you're surprise chaperoning is going?

When Andre tried to start a conversation, Alexa reacted awfully strangely. Wasn't it enough they were hanging out?

WOAH WOAH WOAH!!! What the plumbob are you doing, Alexa?!?!

Both Andre and the Benevolent God were shocked! This was supposed to be a nice date! What had gotten into Alexa?

She wasn't even mad or tense! Maybe yelling was her version of flirting? The benevolent god knew there was a mean glitch going around at the time, but it hadn't happened on any of their saves, and no other sims did this. So what gives?

After shouting a few more insults, Alexa got up in a huff, ready to leave.

Andre also jumped to his feet, trying to calm her down with complime- Wait what do you mean ANDRE is the one who has to apoologise??? he's done nothing!!

Turns out, Andre was more than willing to beg and plead for her to stay. He didn't know what he'd done wrong, but he could make it up to her!

The apology worked, and Alexa went right back to flirting like nothing had happened.

It helped that Andre bribed her with a back rub. Maybe getting the tension out of her would help the date go more smoothly.

Sure enough, the massage smoothed everything over, allowing the couple to gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.

Time was starting to run out on the date, and there was one last thing Andre desperately wanted to do....

Alexa was entirely taken aback when Andre suddenly leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. Maybe he really was serious about liking her!

Andre meanwhile was completely lost in the magic of the kiss, letting everything else wash away in the euphoria of romance.

Chaperone Siobhan turned up too late to stop the pair, and was clearly miserable about her defeat. Not pictured was her booing at them...

But Andre was undeterred, and so caught up in his emotions that he took things ever further...

He definitely totally wasn't doing this to cope with all the sad emotions he wasn't used to feeling.

It seemed to work for him, and it sure got Alexa to like him more!

Whatever they were about to do next got cut short by the arrival of prom! Time to party!

Bonus

Cute visitors spotted on the date! Which reminds me, I haven't gotten Tyrone a pet yet...

[heyyyitsmegia]

Anonymous this is for you!

AS TO YOUR LAME ASS EXCUSES YOU MADE UP FOR EVERY SINGLE CON I MENTIONED OF CONRAD'S:

He didn't have to be petty. Jeremiah didn't act like that. Yes, he yelled. But when you think that the girl you like actually liked you back because she spent her summer kissing you... you would be mad too at least I would. Conrad's actions were inexcusable in this case.

I guess we will see won't we?

Here you go bringing up Jeremiah's hook up count (You're just like Conrad, aren't you?)

If she didn't want anyone to know about her cancer... then why did Conrad know? Make it make sense when you are trying to argue with someone who can show receipts/evidence.

At least Jere said something to her and didn't call her a "Brat."

He was basically trying to make Belly feel insecure.

Still. He said it and it obviously hurt Belly.

Nope. That is strictly Jeremiah's thing.

I cannot agree with this (like I agree with anything you are saying) but his tone was mocking and belittling.

I would have liked him to say... "Belly. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. Jeremiah is the better choice."

Jeremiah's "wattpad lines" (so you say) were way better than Conrad's lines. At least Belly didn't shut Jeremiah down. Ijbol.

Wow. Really good point *says sarcastically*. His remarks visibly upset Belly and Jeremiah and he was being petty (like always).

So did Jeremiah. But the difference is Jeremiah knows what he wants and doesn't take it back when he feels like it.

Why would a girl show up in Conrad's dorm and ask if she left her sweater there? (mind you she goes to brown so it would makes sense for it to be a brown sweater) And why wasn't it found? And why would Conrad conveniently have one in Belly's size (mind you the girl and belly looked the same size) and we cannot forget the whiteboard outside on the door (the kiss and 'call me'). They definitely had a thing going on.

Haha. The fact that you said Adam should have been helping made me burst out laughing because when has the boys ever been able to rely on their dad?

Yeah. But he still wasn't over it. During their flat tire fight when Belly said… "I mean, you were seeing other people. We thought you were over it." He said to Belly... "Because otherwise, I was that pathetic loser that was keeping you guys apart." NOT OVER IT!

Nope. Conrad unquestionably criticizes Jeremiah. Criticize can mean... "form and express a sophisticated judgment of" and judgment means... "is an opinion that you have or express after thinking carefully about something." Which Conrad did during the whole car ride. Ex: 'Finch is fun', exposing Jeremiah's hookup count.

Wow. So what you are trying to say is... Jeremiah can't get mad Like, Conrad is the only one who can act like a dick? Hmm. Noted.

Yeah you are so right. So stop using Jeremiah punched Conrad as one of Jeremiah's flaws. Okay!

I'm honestly so glad you said this because, if you are excusing Conrad's actions and how he reacted to the kiss then I can excuse how Jeremiah acted when he found out Conrad and Belly kissed. So thank you for saying this.

What you said didn't relate to what I said at all. I said... "he makes Belly feel insecure" and yet you started talking about how he was a good bf until the prom and then proceeding to call out Jeremiah. Here are some examples of him making Belly feel insecure: "I liked you better with glasses." "Why don't you go look in the mirror some more." "Stop being such a baby!"

This is not your fault... it was the way I worded it. But, I was talking about how in book 3, every time he would see Belly and Jeremiah together (being romantic) he would leave (like a cry baby).

Firstly, I am referring to the books and show in this list. Secondly, he literally took Belly by the shoulders and was shaking her.

You are so funny I literally can't. You said Jeremiah doesn't apologize? Wow. Are we watching the same show because he literally apologized to Belly. And like I said Conrad doesn't take blame for his actions. Ex: "Grow up." Every time someone calls him out on his shit he says this.

Not making fun of his looks. Was making fun of the face he was making.

Ok. So is Jeremiah but you don't see him dictating the mood of everyone around him.

"And?"... And he's lazy.

Again, talking about both the books and show. Him showing off Nicole was immature on his part. But that's nothing new to him. LOL.

You know what, I take back what I said. Conrad is not dumb. Because, you cannot sit there and tell me that a Stanford bound student of his intelligence level could not see the sexual tension building up between Jeremiah and Belly. And as for the firework incident... no one got hurt. Yeah it was wrong. But, everyone made it out alive. Also he was mad because he loves Belly and he thought she loved him and then she goes and kisses Conrad. Of course he was angry. So was Conrad. Make it make sense babes.

Very cringe. Haha. Who has a plan for pursuing someone these days? It's literally 2023. Crazy that him and Steven see Belly as a plan. If you think about it, it kinda sounds like he's trying to win Belly. Y'know because that's what you bonrad girlies are always saying Jeremiah is trying to do. Ctfu.

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[milky-way-n-cookies]

I Miss You

I miss you. I miss being your friend. I miss talking to you all day, everyday. I miss sharing stories with you, talking about movies and cartoons and everything else. I miss geeking out with you. I miss telling you things that I would never dare tell anyone else. I miss trying new things with you. I miss all the silly things we would do together. I miss just hanging out with you, dreaming about the future (that i'd never have the strenght or willpower to pursue). I miss hearing you talk about the things that you love and learn new things (and i'm sorry that i'd forget about it soon after, i didn't mean to I swear). I miss drawing you, and being drawn by you. I miss being childish with you. I miss being able to be a kid with you, even though we met on our late teens and early twenties.

I do NOT miss your high expectations on me. I don't miss how you would expect me to give up my life, my time and my personality just for you, simply because you were used to doing that for others. I don't miss how you'd be sad every time i got something good going on in my life just because you didn't have that (when you had other things going on for you and hey - i'd be jealous of you, too! but i never let that show). I don't miss how you'd be jealous of my other friends when I told you a billion times that none of them had what we had. I do not miss how'd you never believe me when i said that i loved you, just because i wasn't doing - or being - exactly what you wanted me to. I do not miss your tantrums and how you'd talk to me in a offensive manner, attacking me everytime you got angry. I do not miss you asking me to tell you everytime I was with my boyfriend, or asking me if I got texts from other people - and then getting angry at me for not feeling comfortable in telling you that type of thing. I do not miss you not being able to understand that I wasn't available for you all the time. I do not miss your inability to understand my financial situation at that time. I do not miss you intentionally doing things that you thought would harm me just because you wanted me to suffer like you were suffering - exactly like you told me one time. I do no miss the fact that you stated that you wanted to use me to replace your mother's care, and i definetely do not miss that you got mad when i said that I don't want to be that for you. I do not miss how you said that you didn't go on vacation during our college break to spend time with me without even telling me, and then got mad that i had other plans. I don't miss you comparing my life to yours, failing to see the bad things that were happening in my life as well - having you as a friend being one of them. I don't miss how you made me feel wrong, like a bad person, because I couldn't be exactly who you wanted me to. I do not miss when I told you about my complications with this type of relationship and you did not care and insisted that I do it anyway. I do not miss when you cried at my birthday party, in front of all my family and friends, saying that you felt bad because everyone was talking about future plans and you were never included in anything - but you were included in a very present plan, hey, you were at my birthday party! I wanted you there, and you failed to see it. You'd cry everytime someone else got the attention that you wanted all for yourself. I do not miss how'd you suddenly run away everytime without saying anything. I do not miss how you'd make sure everyone knew your triggers but never cared about mine. I do not miss how you'd always force me to say things that I didn't want to just because that's what you wanted to hear. I do not miss feeling scared of telling you things or talking to you because i never knew how you would react. I do not miss you "trauma dumping" me and then blocking me the single time I felt bad enough to do the same. I do not miss when you said that you'd felt like hurting me to your friends over twitter - and then proceeded to not understand why that upset me. I do not miss you only doing thing to me because you expected i did the exact same for you as if human relationships were some sort of transaction.

When I put it like that, the scale is unbalanced. The bad things pile is way bigger than the good things pile. But still, I miss you. Because at some point we had a true connection. I know I was wrong to keep you around expecting you to go back to being the good friend that I met and had a lot of fun with during the pandemic. It was my mistake to expect you to go back, and I understand that in this moment i was the one who hurt you with my expectations. Like you, I wanted you to be someone you weren't anymore and I'm sorry for that. I guess i just missed my friend a lot. I'm sorry if I hurt you because this whole situation was difficult for me, too. I didn't know how to act, I've never had a friend like you before. And a lot of your triggers were pulling mines, too. We hurt each other a lot, even unintentionally - althought there were times when you did it pretty much intentionally. I always saw you like a victim, that once you got the help you needed we could go back to being friends exactly like before. But i was wrong, and that was not fair. When i understood that I couldn't wait for you to "get better" by your side and tried to go away, you said all those bad things about me and that hurt me a lot. In that moment, I realised that we could never go back to what we were because these things would echo through my mind. How can I be friends with someone who wished the worst for me? In our case our relationship is exactly like this phrase that my boyfriend told me once: "a ralationship is like coffee. Once it cools down, it doen't matter if you try to re-heat it, it won't taste the same". I guess that it must mean something that all my friends, family and boyfriend never liked you in the first place.

Still, I miss you. For some fucking reason I miss you.

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Happy Abuse

Just to be clear everything that I share in this story I wanted and enjoyed.

My ex was a big guy and enjoyed all kinds of training. He loved beating his own body up as much as he did mine.

I have always been a pleaser when it comes to my partners and have always wanted to do whatever they enjoy with exception of a very small amount of things.

The following is a list of different events where my ex tested my limits on what I would be willing to do, pushing my boundaries and testing me.

1 - when we first met I was a cocky 21 year old who liked enjoyed showing how willing I was to do anything and try anything sexually or not and he for the most part laughed it off and teased me about it. One night out with his friends I was doing my normal I’d try anything spiel showing off to his friends. They started to throw out ideas whilst we drank a lot of alcohol some of them tame and the sort of thing I wouldn’t think twice about doing. Then my partner said let’s go out to the parking lot and I’ll give you a golden shower in front of the boys. I was hesitant and caught of guard as I’d never done this before and didn’t expect it from him. They saw me hesitate and realised I was nervous and started to goad me on it and so naturally after talking a big game realised I had to back up my bravado so we made our way out to the parking lot where I got down on my knees and watched him pull out immediately and just piss all over my face without a moments notice whilst they all watched. I wasn’t sure how I’d react but once we got home I knew immediately he loved it as he didn’t waste time fucking me.

2 - after a long time of him pushing my boundaries I found myself taking most things he threw at me. One day he told me he was going to tie me up in the house from midday to midnight so he set up a hook over the door and adjust my hands being tied above my head. It felt naughty I was excited standing there in my underwear whilst he was all over me and eventually fucked me raw against the door he had me tied up too eventually when he was done fucking me, he told me I was just getting started and proceeded to blindfold me and set me the task of keeping his dirty boxers in my mouth whilst over the next few hours I heard him leave and come back.

Then after while I heard him and 2 friends come in and watch basketball whilst I was basically naked and tied on the door. Every now and then I’d be touched and licked among many other thing and I had no idea if it was my partner or one of his friends. Then after hours as promised he untied me and let me loose and told me to wish the boys a good night and go to be. And I did.

3 - last thing he ever tried with me was Scat and that was finally my limit as I said no to this it made him mad and he told me I’d be punished later that night

This is where he and his friends circled around me after a long day drinking and all 3 covered me in piss and made me stay on my knees till it dried up.

Thanks

Tay

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Is It Working For You? Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

And here is Part 3, because you are all lovely and I now have 100 followers! Thank you!

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Summary: You feel bad and you should; Rooster looks like a kicked puppy.

Warnings: angst, some swears, adult banter, getting more into 18+

Length: 2600

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

You wanted nothing more than to go home and climb into bed. You literally felt like shit. Worse than shit. You felt like a villain, and even your heart was mad at you about it. And of all things, you were shocked to realize how much involvement your heart had in this scenario. 

You leaned forward and let your head hit the desk in front of you. "All right there, lieutenant?" Maria asked you viciously. She was currently so mad at you, you could feel the daggers she was glaring. Apparently she had heard more of your lunch conversation than you originally thought she had, and she was firmly on Team Rooster.

"No," you muttered and raised your head just as Cyclone and Warlock were returning from their lunch break. It was time to get back to work, but you had no motivation. You were supposed to be going over software updates that would help the Dagger aviators with training. It was literally your responsibility to keep them safe on this mission. As safe as you possibly could. Your stomach soured even further as you realized it might be Bradley flying this course for real in just a few weeks. That was enough motivation for you to open your computer and get to work, at least for a few minutes.

Unfortunately, from your seat in the tower, you had the perfect view of all the aviators down on the tarmac as they had a meeting with Maverick before heading to their F/A-18s. There was Bradley, looking hotter than sin. But now his hair was a mess, as he kept running his hands through it, and he was sporting a frown. As soon as they were dismissed, he headed right for his aircraft and started on his safety checklist. 

The tower radios crackled to life, and Maverick announced that the next group up would be the Green Team, consisting of Phoenix, Bob and Rooster. You tried to focus on everything you needed to get done, but you could hear Bradley communicating with the tower before taking off. 

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. "You deserve to feel bad. You clearly ruined his day. And you made him frown," Maria told you in a monotone voice as she typed up an email. She was literally giving you the cold shoulder, turning away from you slightly even though she was sitting right next to you.

"You did not react like this when I turned down Jake Seresin."

"He didn't frown and look like a kicked puppy afterwards. Also, it was probably good for Jake that you did that, he seems like the type who always gets what he wants. Today, on the other hand, with Bradley Bradshaw?  What even is your problem?" she asked, glare intensifying. 

"It's not like you even know him! I barely know him! Why are you so invested?" you asked as Lieutenant Cam Harvey, your friend since your Naval Academy days, slipped into the seat on the other side of Maria.

"Because he's perfect for you! And I can tell you like him," she replied indignantly. 

Your heart bounced around in your chest. You had wanted to tell Bradley yes, you really had. He seemed sweet, and he was funny, and oh so easy on the eyes. But you really needed to focus on your career instead of giving any appearance that you were getting places by sleeping around with other officers.

"Who is perfect for her?" Cam asked cautiously, alarmed by Maria's tone.

"Rooster," she told him, still keeping her shoulder turned away from you.

 "Why don't you ask him out then?" he asked, leaning over to look at you.

"He just asked her out, and she said no!"

"I have my reasons, okay?" you told them both quietly as the flight proceedings were about to begin. "It's hard enough for women here, I don't want to make it seem like I want attention from all these pilots. I don't want to look like the one who sleeps around to get a promotion, okay? Female officers are already outnumbered seven to one, and I don't want to look like a joke. Plus, Rooster will most likely have moved on in a few weeks. He will have probably literally and figuratively shipped out. You know how these guys are. So what's the point? And if I keep it casual and try to keep it quiet, everyone will find out anyway, and I'll be labeled a slut. It was bad enough what happened with Kyle when I tried to keep it casual. So please, drop it."

Maria turned toward you sympathetically. "Okay. I get what you're saying. But, maybe he's different. I mean, you are interested in him, right?"

"Obviously," you groaned as Rooster's voice sounded through the radio. 

"Tally, tally, Maverick at eight o'clock low! Break right, Phoenix!"

"Breaking right! Talk to us, Bob!" 

You listened to the three of them try to outmaneuver Maverick, something that sounded impossible to your somewhat untrained ears. They went at it for a long time, before Maverick forced a move on them. 

"Phoenix, now!" Rooster called over his radio before Maverick got him in his sights and eliminated him. 

"He kind of sounds like a stand up guy. He just saved his teammates and their mission at his own expense," Cam mentioned as he adjusted his glasses and worked on the software protocols. "None of the other leaders have been doing that."

Of course Bradley was good to his team! Of course he was! You listened as he cheered on Phoenix and Bob as they successfully eliminated Maverick. They were the first team to do so in almost two weeks. This made you feel even worse. 

After they all landed, Bradley gave Phoenix and Bob a massive bear hug between their F/A-18s. They looked absolutely elated. And when Hondo came out to count off his push-ups, Bradley looked more than happy to do them. 

Your heart lurched as several of the other pilots cheered him on. 

Perhaps you had made a mistake. 

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This had to be a new personal record, eight hundred push-ups in the last two days. But these ones felt good. 

When Bradley had twenty more to go, Bob and Phoenix joined him in solidarity. Their team had managed to finally eliminate Maverick. Sure, he'd been eliminated first, but he set Phoenix up for a massive slam dunk, and of course she followed through. And it felt fucking good to nail down Maverick like that.

"Down! 199! Down! 200! Good job, Rooster." Hondo gave him a firm slap on the back and headed back inside the tower. Phoenix and Bob went in as well. 

But Bradley needed another minute before he could stand, his arms were absolutely throbbing. As he propped himself into a seated position, he saw the next team was getting ready to take off. Distracted by this, he didn't notice you had come outside. 

"Hey, you look thirsty. Thought you might want this." You reached toward him, a cold water bottle in your hand. "And congrats on taking down Maverick."

"Thanks," he grunted, barely meeting your eyes. The elation he felt while flying today almost made him forget about his lunchtime fiasco. Almost. He drained the water bottle in one go and stood to head back to the meeting room.

You licked your lips, seemingly trying to find the words to say what was on your mind, but you remained quiet. Had you just come out here to torture him? Make him smell your sweetness over the odors of jet fuel and hot pavement? Make him look at your gorgeous face? 

Probably. You were already capable of torturing him. But that was his fault, not yours. You hadn't really done anything to deserve it, but he turned away from you anyway without another word and went inside.

As soon as he was inside, he realized that trying to hurt you just made him hurt himself more.

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You spent the rest of the week regretting what you did, but as far as you could tell, there was no coming back from it now. Rooster was avoiding you at every turn. When you sat down at his table for lunch on Wednesday, he inhaled the rest of his food and then power walked out of there. And then on Thursday, you and Maria were supposed to brief all of the aviators on the updated communications system designs, and Bradley went so far out of his way to get Maria to explain it to him instead of you, it wasn't even funny.

Maybe you thought that water bottle you gave him on the tarmac was going to be some sort of peace offering, but clearly Bradley was done. And it took you until Friday morning to realize it, but he had made you feel special. Appealing, even. You'd barely even scratched the surface of getting to know him, but when he spoke to you, you knew you had his undivided attention. 

He hadn't said so much as good morning to you since Tuesday, and by Friday, you were determined to get him to talk to you. You cornered him near the door to the meeting room as he strolled in. It was like being hit over the head; it was literally absurd the way your body reacted to him. He was so much taller than you, you had to look way up to meet his beautiful brown eyes when he was this close. And you could feel his body heat. Your heart was racing.

You could tell he was trying to keep his face as calm as possible, but you could see something under the surface. Maybe he was angry at you, maybe he was still disappointed. Either way, if he avoided you when you were right in front of him, you were going to have to excuse yourself to go hide in the ladies' room.

"Good morning, Rooster," you managed, barely above a whisper. To your immediate relief, his lips quirked up into the tiniest of smiles.

He shook his head slightly as he said, "Good morning. You look really nice in your head to toe khaki today."

A laugh bubbled out of you, and his smile grew a bit more. "Don't be mad at me," you told him.

Bradley ran his fingers through his hair and told you, "I couldn't be mad at you, even if I tried."

You felt like you needed to touch him like you had at the Hard Deck. You wanted his fingers on your wrist again. But he quickly ducked around you as soon as Maverick and Cyclone walked in, grabbing a seat next to Fanboy. 

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Bradley wasn't sure what you wanted from him, so he would just play as nice as he could. But inside, it was a different story. He still thought about the shape of your body and the sound of your voice. He still thought about pinning you against the wall, and he wondered what kinds of noises you would make if ever you let him take you to bed. But mostly he thought about how hard it was to get what he wanted when it actually mattered to him. 

This was one of the times he hated that he had nobody to talk to about this. For a while when he was younger, he believed he would have Mav in his life for this stuff. If his mom were still around, she would have been giving him the best advice. As a teenager, Carole told him to make sure he was always a gentleman. She also told him to always wear a condom and never take a girl on a date just to get in her pants. That wisdom only went so far nearly twenty years ago, as he was a sixteen year old virgin when she died, but he did try to carry it with him as an adult.

But now he was thirty-five years old, for fuck's sake, and yet somehow too stunted to be able to figure this out on his own. What kind of adult was totally unequipped to deal with wanting to date someone instead of just sleeping with them? Maybe he went too fast with you. Maybe he should have waited awhile, got to know you as a friend first. The problem was, he didn't generally want to sleep with his female friends. And the females he wasn't friends with, well they were always fair game for a hookup. But you seemed to fall into a brand new category. 

On top of all that, his brain felt fuzzy from a long day of flying. And that's how you were able to blindside him for a second time on Friday. He had been doing a stellar job of keeping contact with you to a minimum since Tuesday, but when he exited the locker room to leave for the weekend, there you were, smack in the middle of the elevator car. And of course you were completely alone. Thankfully you only had to ride down eight floors together. 

Your face seemed to light up as he stepped inside, and you made no room to give him more personal space. So he just squeezed in next to you as the doors slid shut. 

"Hi," you greeted him cautiously as you pulled one earbud out. Bradley could hear your music playing in the enclosed space. 

"What are you listening to?" He couldn't help himself, he had to know. 

"Oh, I just have my music on shuffle. Want to listen?" 

He shrugged and you handed him your earbud. The second your fingertips danced across his palm, he wanted to push you against the elevator wall and shove his hands up your shirt. He prayed he didn't have a visible hard on in his jeans as he put the earbud in and heard the opening piano notes to a familiar song. 

"It's OutKast, but I can change it to something else," you muttered, about to tap on your phone screen. 

"No, I like this," he managed to say. Because of course he did. Of course you were listening to an album that he had in his library as well. This was torturous. 

And that's how Bradley ended up walking you all the way to your car, as you both quietly hummed along to "Roses", one earbud for each of you. The way you shimmied along to the chorus was not doing him any favors. He could barely remember why he had been avoiding you in the first place. 

"It's the red one," you gestured to your beat up little car as you unlocked it and then threw your bag on the backseat. "It's ugly, but it's dependable," you added, seemingly in its defense.

Bradley laughed, and before he could think any better of it, he asked, "Does that represent your taste in guys too?"

You looked him right in the eyes for the first time since he got in the elevator. "No, I like them pretty and dependable."

Well that probably ruled him out then, given his facial scars. He handed you back your earbud. "Thanks for the song. Enjoy your weekend," he said as he turned to leave. 

You bit your bottom lip before calling out to him. "Hey Bradley, will you be at the Hard Deck tomorrow night?"

"Uh, probably. I have a standing appointment to lose at darts," he told you with a smile and a small wave before turning back toward his Bronco. 

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It took me awhile to think of a song with a baller piano intro that was also long enough for a walk all the way to your car.

The upcoming chapters will be longer, and there will be several of them!

Part 4 is up!

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