#screaming crying throwing up y'know you get it

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Love how it's now "pathologizing" to put a name to your illnesses and disabilities and to connect them to your behaviors in any way. This is definitely a great change we've made in neurodivergent circles, absolutely no risk of taking away people's ability to advocate for themselves or discuss their conditions or find people like them. There will be no negative effect whatsoever from telling people that publicly naming their experiences as anything other than vague symptoms is somehow toxic, I'm sure.

[bi-writes]

mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."

[writingthroughmyass]

Service Animal (Part one)

My mans Logan Howlett X Reader (afab)

Part two here

WARNING: This is soooo self insert it's not even funny. I get weird migraines that present like absent seizures and thought it would be nice to get a warning beforehand by my favourite babygirl Logan (like my own personal service animal). This is gonna be in three parts, it's mostly finished and ends in smooshing so be ready for that ;)

UPDATE: turns out my migraines are actually mini strokes :)

The after effects of using your power was kicking your ass.

In a daze, you made it to your private room and went straight to your bathroom. You felt the nausea rising up in your throat and quickly opened the toilet lid to throw up. 

The multiple alternate realities of what could have happened tonight flashed before your eyes. Ororo, Jean, Scott, Logan, all collapsed on the floor, dead. Their screams played in a relentless loop in your head; you were dissociating badly. Your surroundings melted away until there was nothing but the countless ways they could have died if you hadn't bent reality to avoid it. 

Always. It's always like this. 

Gradually, you begin to return to your body, only to realise there was someone in the room with you, holding your hair back. 

Terrified, your body snapped up from its kneeling position to face the intruder. 

“Woah, hey, it's just me. Calm down.”

“L-Logan?” you slurred, suddenly feeling self conscious of the smell of your breath. 

“I knocked and called out but you didn't answer. So I came in to check on you.” 

You eyed him, feeling suspicious of how out of character this was for him. 

“Why are you looking at me like I'm lying? I'm not totally heartless,” he said defensively.

“Why'd you come in the first place to see me though? I thought you were pissed with me,” you grumble.

When you'd overdone it with your powers, Logan threw a hissy fit and yelled at you for going too far. While you knew it was out of care, it still rankled you that he was acting as if you were a child. You knew what you were doing. 

“I… just had a bad feeling,” he said quietly. “Y'know how I've got my heightened senses. I could tell something was off with you.”

“I'm fine. Just need to rest. This is normal for me.”

You turned around to the bathroom sink and grabbed your toothbrush. You gave your teeth and tongue a quick clean, wanting to just wash all the blood off your body so you could sleep. 

It felt like you had a raging hangover from drinking Everclear all night. 

When you turned from the sink you noticed Logan was still there. 

“Uh… need something? I wanna get ready for bed and pass out.”

“Yeah, I need to know you're okay,” he says.

“I told you, I'm fine. I'm going to shower so please leave.” 

Your patience was wearing thin. But you were also aware that some of it was nervousness coming out as aggression. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, although his attitude left much to be desired. His behaviour tonight was quite frankly really sweet and it was psyching you out. You were already in the midst of losing touch with reality and his actions were so contradictory to his usual self that it was causing you a psychotic break. 

“You're not listening to me,” he ground out, losing some of his own patience. “I'm telling you that something is wrong with you.” 

You stared silently at him, mouth slightly hanging open. 

“Okay, that came out the wrong way.” He was ruffling his hair in agitation. Cute. “What I'm saying is- I'm… ah…”

“Please, Logan, I just want a shower so I can go to bed…”

“Look, I'll just wait in your room and I'll leave once you're in bed safe, ‘kay,” he says, turning to the door and walking out, shutting it behind himself. 

Fuck. 

You just wanted to be alone so you could have a good cry. You were incredibly confused about what in the world was going on but now you were really getting scared. And Logan's words were not helping. 

What if he's right and this time your connection with reality has been completely severed? But what else were you supposed to do? Let them all die? Even with your special training with Charles, your power was so unruly and chaotic that it was terrifying. You had to be careful or there would be no way back. 

You got undressed and turned on the shower, stepping inside. It was only once you were under the hot stream of water that you realised you'd left your pyjamas in your bedroom. You groaned aloud. Fuck, now you'd have to walk in front of Logan in nothing but a towel. Why the fuck was he here? You wished he'd just leave. 

You watched the dried blood wash away from your skin, turning the floor of your shower a bright red. 

You felt your stomach drop and your head turned fuzzy. The sound of your shower disappeared. The safety of your surroundings melted away. 

Scott, his eyes gouged out from his head. Ororo’s limbs crumpled every which way, her eyes clouded over not because of her powers but because she was lifeless. Jean, her neck holding on to her body by a thread, her cranium blasted open and her brain dripping down her face. 

Logan, on the ground, ripped to shreds, his Adamantium bones showing through his torn flesh. And the wounds weren't healing. 

It was always like this. As if you were being punished for playing god. It was as if all the horrible realities you prevented from happening still lived on but solely in your mind, driving you insane. It left scars of trauma on your psyche, Charles had told you. So you had to be careful in how you used your powers or you may become completely untethered from reality. A fate worse than death. 

Vaguely, you could hear yourself mumbling and gasping and swallowing loudly, trying to find some kind of equilibrium in the mess of your mind. 

You were trying desperately to connect back with your body but at the same time you didn't want to because it only meant having to fight this same battle over and over again. 

Seeing your friends die before your very eyes in hundreds of thousands of different ways, experiencing each traumatic story to its conclusion. Only to have it all unravel into a reality where none of it happened, but the whiplash makes you doubt this reality too. It's always too good to be true. You feel it in your bones that you don't deserve this. That the way you twist reality is wrong and one day it'll catch up to you in the worst possible way. 

You feel water running down your face and remember that you're in the shower. You try to ground yourself and come back to your body. You hear the water splashing, feel the ground beneath your feet, the solid embrace around you. 

You try to move but you can't. Finally, you snap fully to your body. Your mind is groggy, feeling like you'd been hit by a truck. But there's the unmistakable warmth surrounding you, dense and as unyielding as brick. 

Your face is roughly yanked upwards and you open your eyes.

“Fuck, finally! Are you alright?” 

You stare blearily, mouth open and dry from the adrenaline that had been pumping through your body just moments ago.

Bright hazel eyes. Huh. So pretty. You'd never noticed. 

You realise you're not supporting your own weight. You're finally aware that Logan has you in an embrace, holding your body up, one hand around your waist and the other on your jaw as he looks into your face. The water on your face isn't from the shower, you realise. It's your tears. 

“Bloody hell, please say something,” he says angrily. You feel some of your own anger flare up in response. What's his problem? 

“Fuck,” you croak. 

You feel his chest vibrate against yours as he laughs, suddenly aware that you're as naked as the day you were born and this man is fully clothed standing in your shower, getting his white singlet wet. Giving you a bear hug…

Your brain short circuits as you try to come up with words, feeling your whole body heat with embarrassment. 

“W-what are you doing in here?” you manage to slur.

“Helping your ass,” he says roughly. “Can you stand?”

Fuck, good question. Can I stand??

“C-close your eyes first,” you demand. 

“Bit late to be feeling shy now don't you think?” he teases with a wink. 

“Just close ‘em!” you yell at him. 

He laughs before complying. 

You extricate yourself from his arms, turning off the shower, then navigate carefully around him to exit the cubicle. You grab a towel and cover yourself, making a mental note to grab a clean one later since this one was definitely dirty now. 

“Okay, open your eyes and get out, please.”

He turns to look at you.

“Don't think that's a good idea, bub.”

“And why is that?” you huff impatiently.

“What if you collapse in the shower again?” he says matter of factly.

“I've been having these things for a long time. I've managed to survive so far so don't stress about it.”

“It's different now though, isn't it? You've been having these for a long time, you said so yourself, and they're only getting worse instead of better.”

You sigh heavily in frustration. You hated that he was right. 

“So what exactly are you suggesting?” 

Your heart was beating like crazy. He better not suggest what you think he was going to suggest.

“I'm sure old Chuckie boy wouldn't mind lending you his shower chair for the night,” he smirked. 

You laughed out loud despite the tension in the room. He always managed to make you laugh. 

“Yeah, I'm just going to wake up an old man in the middle of the night to ask if I can borrow his shower chair,” you joked, lightly slapping him on the shoulder. 

He laughed along with you then you both shared a few moments of comfortable silence. Only for him to break it with-

“My other suggestion is to shower with me so I can make sure you don't faint and hurt yourself.”

You stared at him distrustfully.

“Hey, look, I'm not being a pervert, it's just the only solution I can think of on the fly,” he placates, hands raised as if to say I'm innocent and unarmed. 

“Right…”

You stopped to think for a second, your muddled mind trying to make sense of the situation. 

It made you especially uncomfortable that you didn't exactly have your full mental faculties about you. 

But Logan was a good friend. You'd fought beside him many times before and you saw that you could trust him. But… he was still a man. A man much bigger and stronger than you. 

“Can I trust you?” you asked falteringly. What a stupid idea to ask the opinion of someone fully in power over you. 

“I promise I won't do anything without you wanting it. This is entirely your choice.” 

You looked him in the eyes, trying to find a trace of falsehood in them. But you only saw honeyed eyes, dripping with conviction. The same conviction you'd seen many times before when he was protecting those he loved. 

You felt yourself feel a little calmer. 

“Okay… but you better not break your promise. Or I'll sick Charles and his shower chair on you.” 

“I won't. I just want to keep you safe,” he said in a low, serious voice. 

You felt a fluttering behind your ribs. Fuck… I'm about to shower with this incredibly attractive asshole.

“Okay… you get in first,” you said. 

“Yes, ma'am,” he said a little too cheerily. 

You turned around to give him privacy to undress. You heard the rustle of his clothes then a thump as he dropped them on the floor of your bathroom. 

Should've known he'd be a slob…

You heard the shower turn on and you braced yourself for what was to come next. 

You turned towards the shower, keeping your head down and eyes averted. You removed your towel and stepped into the shower, still not looking at Logan and ignoring his presence, which was hard to do in your little shower. Thankfully he was turned away respectfully.

You stood behind him, turned away from his body. You took your soap and began to lather it over yourself as you usually did when you showered. 

“Would you like a hand with your back?” Logan spoke up. 

You paused as you weighed up the question in your mind. 

“Sure,” you said quietly, trying to keep yourself calm. 

This is totally normal. We're just friends having a shower. Together. 

You turned your back and heard him applying soap to his hands. Slowly, gently, as if you were made of glass, he began to rub your back, starting with your shoulders. You felt yourself give an involuntary shiver.

“Are you cold? Do you need the water a bit hotter?” he asked you. 

“No, it's fine. The temperature is okay with you?” 

“Yeah, bub, just perfect.” 

His hands felt massive against your back. He massaged your neck for a few seconds before moving down your shoulder blades towards your middle back. 

“Did-did you want me to do your back too?” you asked, trying to hide how nervous you were. 

“Since you're offering, sure,” he said gruffly. You turned towards him at the same moment he turned away from you, unfortunately catching a glimpse of his insane fucking abs, but thankfully managing not to make eye contact. 

You soaped up your hands and began with his neck, trying not to notice how thick and muscular his traps were. 

God… this is hell but also heaven. 

You ran your hands across his ridiculously broad shoulders and down his middle back, avoiding going too low lest you caress his stupid, tight ass. 

“I'm going to wash my hair, okay?” you told him, unsure of why you were asking permission. 

“Don't know why you're asking my permission.” Fuck. You were being weird. “But I can do the same right?” he responded, holding in laughter. 

You felt your face go hot.

“D-do what you want,” you said petulantly. 

You took the shampoo bottle, squeezing what you needed for yourself before handing it to him over his shoulder, which he thankfully kept turned to you in respect. 

You both washed your hair in silence. You already felt a bit better. You dreamily thought of your bed as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair. 

You then grabbed the conditioner and squeezed some into your hand. 

“Need the conditioner?” you asked Logan.

“What for?” he asked, confused. 

“For your hair, duh.”

“Nah, I'm good. Haven't had to use it so far in my life, won't start now. Need a hand with washing your hair?” 

You knew he was trying to be helpful. But it felt so, so wrong. Like overstepping your relationship as friends. But then again… would you ever get the chance again to have an incredibly sexy man wash your hair for you? 

“Sure,” you said stiffly.

Silence, then his hand moved around you to grab the bottle from you. 

“Ah-” you already had some conditioner in your hand. You were about to tell him but decided to keep quiet as he worked on your hair. 

His fingers… so thick and strong yet gentle through your hair, over your scalp. You couldn't help but to close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. 

It was over too soon and he stepped away from you again. You tipped your head to rinse your hair, giving your face a quick scrub with water while you were at it; fuck your skin routine, you were going straight to bed. 

“I'm going to step out first,” you informed him. 

He grunted in reply and you stepped from the shower, grabbing two clean towels from your bathroom cupboard. You covered yourself with one and half turned your body to Logan, gaze still averted from his direction. 

“Here ya go,” you tried to say cheerily, offering the towel to him.  

“Thanks,” he said and grabbed it from your hand. You quickly moved to the door. 

“Wait until I say you can come in,” you said before closing the door behind you. 

Fuuuuucccckkkkk.

This was not helping you to relax at all.

You dried yourself quickly and threw your pyjamas on. 

“I'm done!” you called through the door. 

He stepped out with his towel wrapped around his stupid, slutty waist. You could see his happy trail adorning his abs. His enormous pecs, his dog tags resting in the dip of his gorgeous chest. 

“Hey, bub, my eyes are up here,” he teases. 

You swallow thickly and glare at his stupid, smirking face.

“Have I ever told you I hate you?” you retort, only succeeding in making him laugh. 

“How are you feeling now?” he says softly, suddenly serious. 

“I'm… exhausted. I usually sleep a lot after an episode.” 

He nods in understanding. 

“You'll be okay if I leave?”

This gives you pause. If you were being honest to yourself, you'd say, “Please stay. I don't want to be alone tonight.” 

But you weren't honest with yourself. 

“Thanks for looking out for me, Logan. I really appreciate it and sorry for putting you out. I'll be okay. You can go to bed now if you want.” 

He looked at you in silence. He stepped towards you, so close that you had to look up to keep eye contact. You could feel the warmth radiating from him. Fuck he runs hot. 

“You mean it, right? You're okay to be alone?” 

You stared at him, a little bit dumbfounded. Was he able to read minds or something? 

“Yes, I'll be fine. I'll be in bed so I can't exactly fall,” you chuckled. 

He didn't laugh with you. Only watched you carefully. 

“Okay. I'll respect what you say you want,” he says carefully. 

Again, this is so out of character for him that you second guess yourself whether you're in reality or not. 

You watch as he turns to the bathroom and grabs his clothes from the floor then goes towards the door to the hall. 

“Hey-w-wait-y-you're not going out like that are you?” you stutter in disbelief.

He turns back to you. 

“What else am I going to do?” he asks incredulously. 

Clueless.

“Put your clothes back on,” you retort.

“Ew, you're a bit of a slob, aren't you? They're dirty and covered with blood and who knows what or who else.”

You deadpanned. 

“What if… what if you stayed here for the night?” you blurted out without thinking. You flinch at your own words.

Logan pauses with his hand on the door knob. 

“I don't exactly have my pyjamas here with me,” he says slowly. 

“I've already seen and touched you naked. What's the difference?” you hear yourself say.

What the fuck am I saying?

“I-I mean, surely I have something that can fit you,” you amend quickly. His face seems to go slack in surprise.

“Wow. You really want it, huh?” he smirks at you. 

You ignore the heat that overtakes your whole body. 

“N-never mind! Fuck off already,” you say sourly. 

“Hey, I'm just joking,” he laughs. “I can definitely stay if it helps you feel better.” He smiles at you and you feel yourself melt a little bit. 

“It… it would. Help me feel better, I mean.” 

Having him near you would help remind you that this is real, you justify. 

“Alright then,” he nods to you. “Some clothes would be great.” 

“Ah, sure, give me a second.” 

You quickly go to your wardrobe to locate the loosest pair of pants you own. He'll just have to sleep shirtless, there's no way you have a top that will fit over his broad shoulders. 

You find a dark grey pair of trackies and turn back to him. 

“Try these.”

“Thanks,” he says as he takes it from your hand.

As he moves back to the bathroom you jump into bed to wait. Your bed never felt so fucking good. 

You've barely settled under the covers when Logan reappears from the bathroom, his hair still wet and dripping down his neck. You do your best not to stare. 

He moves towards you and lifts the covers to slip into bed with you. 

This is just a sleepover, you tell yourself. Like when you have a friend over for the night.

Logan slots himself into your bed alongside you and you become suddenly aware of how small your double bed is. The frame creaks loudly from the weight of him and his Adamantium bones. 

“Comfy?” you ask.

He turns in the bed so he's facing you. A smile slowly makes its way to his face and you find you can't breathe for a second. 

“Yeah, definitely,” he murmurs. 

“Alright, sweet, g’night then,” you say quickly, turning away from him to still your beating heart. Fuck, I hope he can't hear my heart right now.

“Are you sure you're ready to sleep? Your heart is beating pretty fast,” he points out cooly. 

Mother fucker.

“So… you have heightened senses right? Kind of.. like a dog?” I'm not thinking straight, why am I trying to piss him off? 

“Thought you were going to sleep,” he grunted. The sound of his gravelly voice did something to you. But you ignored it. 

“It just kind of reminds me of those service dogs, y'know the ones that can sense when their owner is going to have a seizure? I mean, I know I don't have seizures exactly, but I guess it presents sort of like one.”

“What are you trying to say?” he asks gruffly. He doesn't like it when people compare him to dogs. You're just grateful you can't see the look on his face right now. 

“I'm just wondering how you can tell? What is it exactly that you're sensing? It's always interested me,” you say honestly. 

He grunts again and goes quiet before answering.

“I can smell it. Can't even explain what it actually smells like. But that's how I know, although it isn't always accurate.”

“That's really interesting.” And you mean it. It really is interesting… although the implications concerning his sense of smell have you a little bit paranoid… 

“So that's why I'm telling you to listen to me when I fucking tell you to stop with your powers. You could've killed yourself tonight,” he grinds out, anger in his voice. 

“Logan… you need to understand where I'm coming from. You all died tonight. Like literally, right before my very eyes, you were all dead. What do you expect me to do?” 

You feel tears pricking your eyes, the lump in your throat is choking you.

“I… I can't talk about this right now okay?” you tell him, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“Okay… okay, I'm sorry,” his voice softens. “Please, just get some sleep, okay? Guide dog’s orders.”

And just like that you're laughing again, feeling a tear running down your cheek to your pillow. You were so grateful to have him in your life. You were also grateful he couldn't see you crying right now. 

“Alright, g'night, puppy,” you tease.

“‘Night,” he says softly. 

A minute passes and you can already feel yourself starting to drift off. You smile to yourself, knowing that you have your own personal “service animal” to keep you safe tonight.

[tinylilacbun]

Rafe bringing toddler reader to see Santa and she’s so deathly afraid of Santa that she’s screaming crying and rafe has to stand behind the camera with her Lovie trying to get her to smile but when that doesn’t work he has to get in the photo with her and he’s so unhappy about it but she relaxes

Traumatic Picture

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: reader is scared of santa, rafe being grumpy

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The Camerons are currently decorating the Christmas tree, well mostly Sarah, Wheezie, and you while the others are sitting on the couch, Ward and Rose drinking a glass of wine, and Rafe is occupied on his phone.

He only sits here because his father used the bond Rafe has with you and sent you to ask him to join you all, knowing he won't say no to you.

As he lifts his gaze from his phone he sees how you're standing on your tiptoes, holding the star in your hand as you probably try to set it on top, which is impossible given how short you are.

With a sigh, he pushes himself up and walks over to you, reaching down under your armpits to hold you up.

You squeal and stick the star on top of the tree, clapping your hands excitedly and giggling when the others clap as well.

Rafe sets you back down on the ground, ruffling your hair before he gets back onto the couch, hearing his father's conversation with Rose.

"The mall closes next week until new year and we haven't gotten the chance to take Y/n for a picture with Santa, and we're busy the next days too." Rose sighs, taking a sip of her wine.

"What about Sarah?" Ward suggests but Sarah instantly cuts in, shaking her head.

"Hell no, I went with her last year and it was horror, she wouldn't stop crying while taking that picture." Sarah recounts last year's experience.

It is tradition that every Cameron kid gets at least one picture with Santa but somehow you're so scared of him that Sarah is sure you got a trauma from last year, and the picture never happened so hopefully this time it's gonna end differently.

Suddenly everyone looks at Rafe and he groans, throwing his head back.

That's how he finds himself waiting in line for a picture with Santa at the bustling mall, people in holiday rush to get presents that are on sale.

He's holding you firmly on his hip, scowling at everyone who looks at you both too long for his liking, rubbing your back with his free hand as you cling onto him and watch how children get their pictures, sucking on your pacifier furiously.

"A'ight, listen kid, we're gonna get this done quick, yeah? Just a picture and we're on our way home again. There's no reason to be scared." He tries to soothe you, bouncing you a little.

You nod your head, still unsure if you want to do this, the big man in red still giving you an uneasy feeling as you hear his deep laugh from where you're waiting.

Now it is your turn and you tense up when Rafe moves you to sit on Santa's lap, taking your pacifier out of your mouth as he pats your head, taking a few steps back.

You look up at the man with big eyes while he smiles down at you, his hand hovering behind your back in case you fall down. "Hello there, little one."

The tears instantly well up the second he talks to you in a deep voice, crying out loud. Santa stays in his role, the person in the costume already used to younger children being fussy or scared.

"Princess, look who I have here." Rafe tries to get your attention, standing beside the woman with the camera and holding your lovey above it.

Instead of calming you down it makes you sob even harder, making grabby hands for your brother, wanting him to save you from this scary situation.

"R-Rafey." You hiccup and the woman frowns, leaning closer to Rafe.

"Y'know, many kids feel safer when family members stand beside them." She tells him sweetly.

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, and reluctantly goes to stand at Santa's side behind you, leaning down to kiss your head to calm you down. "I'm here now, yea? Think you can be a big girl and smile just for a moment?"

You immediately calm down the moment you feel his presence behind you, letting him wipe the tears from your cheeks and nod.

Still sniffling you manage to form a smile, Rafe standing there with his usual grim expression, there's no way in hell he will smile with all those people present, it's already a surprise that he gets in the picture.

Luckily the process is quickly over and Rafe scoops you back up in his arms, handing you back your Lovey and pacifier as he makes his way to where he pays the printed out picture.

After he carries you outside and to his truck he takes a look at the picture. "If you tell Topper or Kelce about this I'll never let you sleep in my bed again." Oh yes he would.

You're too emotionally exhausted to give any response, nuzzling your face into his neck, feeling him kiss your head in reassurance.

"Proud of you, kid." He murmurs, opening the backdoor of his truck and buckling you in your car seat.

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

all im saying is ✨Logan with a knot✨ and Wade overstimulating you bc you cant get away -🦐

shrimp anon more like shrimp COLORS bro your vision is INSANE!!!!!!

soooo idk conventional a/b/o rules and i kinda don't care so im picturing a heat cycle as once a month endeavour. and bc you're on T you're a HORNY motherfucker and you're angry and violent so it's basically whoever can get their hands on you or knot in you first will take care of you. then as long as you get bred at least once you're fine. then you calm down and it's big aftercare hours bc your post-heat clarity endorphins are going CRAZY

now since your heat only comes once a month, wade treats it as a special occasion. and it wouldn't be fair of him to do the honors EVERY month, now would it?

so even though he's home with you, and logan's not, and won't be for a while, wade wilson will refuse to fuck you. it's not his turn. he did it last month.

and your heat is MISERABLE. imagine the worst period cramp you ever had, combined with hot flashes, searing rage, and it gives your cunt the sensitivity of a fucking bear trap. you'll clamp down on anything that touches you.

so no matter how much you suffer. no matter if you scream, cry, beg, grovel, bite, or commit acts of gratuitous violence against him.

he will hold out.

he will hold out until logan gets home and finds you naked, cuffed to the bed by your hands and ankles, a chewy ball-gag in your mouth getting crushed by your gritting teeth, and wade's holding a wand vibrator to your cunt.

he waves gayly at logan, "hey pinkie pie, merry christmas! wanna come open your gift?"

"jesus christ, are you fucking torturing him?! the hell is wrong with you?!"

"with ME?! where's your holiday spirit?"

logan just stares at him blankly, puzzled by what this psychotic dipshit could possibly be talking about. in response, and in the spirit of the season, wade sings him a song.

"🎼it's the mooost wonderful tiiiiime, of the mooonth~!🎵"

now he gets it.

"oh... okay. so then why did you tie him down like that?"

"well, we had a little INCIDENT earlier..."

--

you had managed to grab one of wade's guns and shot him in the chest

"OW!!! you RESOURCEFUL little shit!!! GRRR, oh~ mysweetboybabydarling i'msoproudofyou, butnoi'mnot, BAD BOY!!!"

--

"no, i mean why didn't you take care of him your-fucking-self, wilson? you really gotta make this my problem as soon as i walk in the fuckin' door?"

"your PROBLEM?! i hand you some prime-time, limited-edition, hot and bothered, ripe for the breeding, tranny boy BUSSY on a silver platter, and that's somehow NOT where your dick wants to spend its evening? am i hearing that right? please tell me i'm not. please tell me you're not this stupid, pookie bear."

instead of arguing back, logan goes quiet. he's thinking. and then, he laughs. that low, husky laugh that you have when you're marveling at the nerve of whatever dumb motherfucker is talking to you. or maybe, when that dumb motherfucker is making a point.

"heh... y'know what? fine." logan angrily strips his clothes off, one by one. his tanktop, "you want me to be the one to knot him? huh?" his belt, his jeans "can't do anything yourself, can ya?" and lastly, his boxers. then he grabs his cock and shakes it at wade.

"so then get me hard, you faggot." he clicks his tongue twice. "c'mon."

wade throws himself at logan's knees and gives him that gawkgawk4000turbotyphoon treatment to get him up. logan sighs in relaxation, grateful that wade was putting his mouth to such better use. once his eyes flutter open, he nods at you, finally giving you even a modicum of attention while you're under intense distress, and he merely waves at you nonchalantly, like how a pedestrian does to a car that lets him cross.

"hang tight, bub. be with ya in a second."

wade works him over until his knot is just barely starting to swell. he then takes his fattened cock and slaps wade across the face with it.

"take his chains off."

"hm... are you sure you want me to do that, princess? he's feisty, y'know. might get yourself bit, if you're not careful."

logan slaps wade again, but this time it's a bitchslap, using the back of his hand. and his claws.

"take. his fucking. chains off."

"mmm, right AWAY, your majesty~!"

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Replace ass with thighs in husks's drinking game, and charlie would *also* be downing a whole bottle.

one bottle down, a hell of a lot more to go

Charlie: "-and don't get me STARTED on the whole entirely too hot REST of her!"

Angel Dust: "What, like her winnin' personality?"

Husk: "Her temper sure is fucking hot."

Charlie: "ARMS!!"

Charlie: "Her arms you guys. Hhholy shit her arms...."

Husk: "They look normal as fuck to me."

Charlie: "THEY'RE. SO. FUCKING. STRONG. Do you have aNY idea how strong her arms are!? You ever been CARRIED in them???/"

Angel Dust: "She threw me off a roof once, Chuckles."

Charlie: "Throwing isn't the only way those hands and forearms are good at getting people off!"

Husk: "Fuck this. I need you to be knock out drunk in the next five minutes."

Charlie: (swaying in chair) "She wears those looooog fingerless gloves, all fancy, and I loooove... slooowly pulling them off... giving forearm kisses... knuckle kisses... kiss the scar on the palm of her hand..."

Husk: "DRINK."

Angel Dust: "Hold up on the booze Kitten Man, I gotta professional interest in this now. Go on, Morning Starlet."

Charlie: "The way she -hic-" (goat bleat) "-she sometimes gets fed up and drags me down for other, other kisses half way through heheh -hic-" (goat bleat) "HEH."

Angel Dust: "Now THIS I wanna hear!"

Husk: "Well I sure as bleating don't."

Angel Dust: "What's her technique like, Charlie Chip? I gotta whole personality chart based on how someone locks lips an' I've been DYIN' ta get her on there so's I can roast her in a whole new way!"

Charlie: "She drags me down for kisses sometimes, y'know...? ..a lot of the times..."

Angel Dust: "Yeah sure I heard you, but what KINDA kisses-"

Charlie: "The, BEST, kisses! Breast kisses??? Those- those too."

Charlie: "Vagg- HIC-" (goat bleat) "-ieee...."

Charlie: (giggles) (slumps over)

Angel Dust: "Oh c'mon!"

Angel Dust: (shaking her) "Wake UP bitch! What about booby smooches!? Does she start with upper lip or lower? Open or closed? She don't lead with her tongue does she?? Charlie! OPEN YA EYES AN' SPEAK TA ME, YA WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET TO THE ACTUALY INTERESTIN' STUFF!!!"

Vaggie: "What stuff."

Angel Dust: (SCREAMS)

Husk: "Your sex stuff."

Angel Dust: (ducking behind husk) "I DIDN'T HEAR NOTHIN' I SWEAR!"

Husk: "I fucking did, all against my will, like usual in this fucking place. I was just trying to get her drunk off her ass."

Vaggie: "You're both lucky her ass looks great drunk."

Husk: "Don't you fucking start."

Charlie: (flops over and right against vaggie's chest)

Charlie: "... oh??? I knoooow these pecs~"

Vaggie: "Hi sweetie."

Charlie: "Vaaaaagggiiii- HIC-" (goat bleat) "-eee hiiiiii...!"

Vaggie: "Maaaa to you too, babe. I'm picking you up now okay?"

Charlie: "Hhm... I think, maaaybe, you need a better one liner than 'maaaa' if you wanna pi- HIC-" (goat bleat) "-k girls up, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "Lucky me I'm already dating one."

Charlie: "You are??" (tearing up) "So I can't, I can't a-hic-sk you out..?"

Vaggie: (carrying her upstairs) "Charlie. We share a room."

Charlie: "OOOH and we were ROOMMATES??"

Vaggie: "We also share a bed."

Charlie: "ANd THERE WAS ONLY -HIC-" (goat bleat) "-ONE BED!!!!"

Vaggie: "Babe..."

Charlie: "SO I'VE STILL GOT A CH-HIC-ANCE WITH YOU!"

Vaggie: (chuckling) "Always, Charlie. Seduce me later when you're sober though, for now let's just tuck you in."

Charlie: "Okaaaaaa-hic- ayyy!"

Charlie: "...you know what? You look a LOT like my girlfriend..."

Vaggie: "Really."

Charlie: "It's a compliment! She's very preddy~"

Vaggie: "Thank you."

Charlie: "I miss my girlfriend, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Well I'm sure she's around here somewhere."

Charlie: (crying) "I m-hic-" (distant goat bleat) "-miss her sooooo MUCH..!"

Husk: "...."

Husk: "You're one lucky fuck. She could've killed you."

Angel Dust: "She probably will anyway, once her supposedly sexy hands ain't full of dunk as fuck demon lady anymore. I'm living on borrowed time, Huskers."

Husk: "Now that I'll drink to."

Angel Dust: "Bitch~"

[semperamans]

clo i need to know your thoughts on cal, johnny and benny all falling for the same, sweet local girl! <3 love ya xoxo

suse how could you do this to me :( currently trying not to scream cry and throw up in the coffee shop :( this somehow turned into jealous!danny? dunno how! kinda long, so ya gotta read more xo

benny says your name like it's this sacred thing and danny knows he's in for a treat. the sun grows weary as she dips beneath the tree line, but danny is unyielding; bony forearms braced on the tops of his thighs, microphone edging just a bit closer to his pondering interviewee. benny blows a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, watching as it mingles with the cotton candy clouds and it's hard, danny thinks, to be around benny because everything he does is so damn picturesque. he's filled more than three rolls of film with just benny and yeah, he's gotta be mindful because film isn't cheap and he's broke but there's something about the way benny looks; leather cut laying just so over his shirtless form, white levis baggy from age, speckled with either dirt or blood, he doesn't know, and he's just so cool that it's impossible to resist. danny snaps a quick picture, scolds himself as the ticker tells him he's got four shots left, then turns his chin to watch as benny plucks the near-extinguished cigarette from between his teeth, flicking it into the grass. "what'dya wanna know about her?" "well," danny shifts in the creaky lawnchair, "y'know, i've talked to the guys and they, uh, they say she's the best thing that's happened to the club. girls are sayin' it too, n'not just cus she made you nasty bastards start washing your hands." benny is chuckling, pillowy lips damp from the swipe of his tongue. "so what is it about her?" danny asks then waits and waits and waits as benny sits, per usual, in silence. and, okay, maybe this isn't going as well as danny hoped and now he's scrambling, throwing haphazard sentences around his brain, but then benny is speaking and holy shit he's speaking. danny has never heard him say more than fifteen words but now he's a leaky faucet "she's good - everythin' about her - doesn't have a mean bone in her body, y'know? gave all've us a chance, gave me a chance." benny shakes his head as though he still can't believe it then stops, turning his head at the faint sound of the screendoor closing and there you are in a pair of cutoff overalls, hair pulled back with a crocheted bandana and danny can see it, the whole angelic thing. you pay neither of them any mind, tending instead to the flowers 'round the porch. your little yellow watering can is cute and danny can see the fondness constricting the base of benny's throat. "think m'biased." benny says, turning back to face danny. "but 've said it once and i'll say it till they throw me in the ground: she's heaven sent. an' i hope imma good enough man to see her again when i get where i'm goin'." danny leaves with a rekindled belief in love and hopes that maybe one day he’ll be lucky enough to be loved the way benny is.

it's been three weeks since benny's interview and danny can't help but notice things. he carries this leather notebook around - jotting down names and places and tape numbers - but the page he keeps coming back to is one he scribbled across a few days ago. the thing about benny's girl is that she isn't just benny's girl. he's circled it three times for good measure because benny's girl doesn't just belong to benny - sure, maybe in the ways it matters - but every single soul adores her; lights up when she walks in and it sure is a sight to see fifty or so bikers grinning and stumbling over their own feet for this girl who looks like she couldn't harm a fuckin' fly. if she had a male equivalent danny reckons it would be cal. cal with a personality as warm as fire, who talks to everyone, and cracks jokes, and is unabashedly himself. but cal has a temper and it shows during a run to akron. danny is interviewing zipco when he hears the commotion then suddenly everyone is stampeding toward two swinging figures and he knows this is where he steps back. it's a full-on brawl now and zipco sure as shit wasn't going to stay and yap while there was chaos amuck, so danny plops down, lights a cigarette and waits. "s'guy called her a bitch," cal says and danny almost jumps out of his fuckin' skin. where did the sun go? he scrambles to a sitting position, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth and smacking the record button on his cassette recorder. "what?" "some fuckin' prick called her a bitch." cal's got a handful of ice cubes pressed to his busted jaw and because the man knows no personal space a bloody mix has dripped onto danny's pant leg. "her?" danny's not following but the beat up boy tips his head and danny should've known. it's you. of course it's you. "not gonna let nobody talk to her like that. i don't take too kindly for no one talkin' ill to a lady, but 'specially her. s'the most fucked up shit you can do." that's when danny realizes that cal has it too. it's the same look benny had when you came out of the house - that dumb, lovesick gaze - but cal's is laced with longing and danny actually feels bad for him. "she sure is something." he says, testing the waters. he's out of cigarettes so his nimble fingers pluck a handful of grass from beside his boot. "sure is." cal takes a seat, reaching behind danny to grab the jug of strong-smelling alcohol. "never met anyone like 'er. been everywhere; hell to fuckin' Houston, never met a girl like her before." he takes a deep swig, grimaces, then swallows. "benny sure is lucky, ain't he?" danny says, peering under his lashes at the golden-haired boy and he laughs. "we're all lucky. she's the sweetest of the sunflowers, man. she's like the fuckin' sun. least she is to me - to us." poor bastard, danny thinks. poor infatuated bastard.

"where ya gonna be sittin', baby?" "with johnny." "good girl, c'mere gimmie a kiss." danny's at the bar nursing a beer and a hangover and probably a concussion and you know what? this kinda talk doesn't phase him anymore. he's used to it by now; sure he doesn't know the rules, but it's none of his business anyway and in his four months with the club he's learned, above all else, that bikers are fuckin' weird. still danny finds you, watches as benny grabs your chin bringing you up up up onto your tiptoes before planting delicate kisses onto your giggling mouth. "you go see 'em." it's a whisper and danny's not trying to eavesdrop but he finds himself leaning closer. "looks like he needs some cheerin' up." and maybe danny is still invested because he turns, following you as you float over to johnny's table where he's hunched over an intimidating stack of papers. you say something, but your sweet voice is too quiet over the racket and danny cares so he stands, goes over to the pinball machine, but doesn't turn it on. "hi, pretty." johnny reaches over, takes your hand, tugs you closer and you giggle, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and this is different. none of the other guys put their hands on you - just benny, just benny because he's yours and you're his but johnny does it so naturally danny knows he's done it before. "what's goin' on, old man?" your voice drips nothing but affection and johnny smiles around his cigarette and launches into club dues and the upcoming springfield run and the dwindling bail fund and danny starts losing interest; his feet are going numb and there's only so much longer he can stand there pretending to fucking play pinball before someone catches on but then you're on johnny's lap and yeah this never happens. danny has seen benny beat the dog shit out of a guy for even suggesting that you sit next to him but now here you are, balanced on one of johnny's broad thighs, spinning his wedding band around and around his finger and benny sees, fucking smiles at the sight, and drops his head, lining up his next shot at the pool table. danny realizes you're talking and running your hand up and down johnny's arm as you validate his feelings and strategize fundraising plans and promise to bake some of your infamous strawberry shortcake bites. johnny's promised hand lays so delicately upon your cheek danny thinks he may kiss you but thank fuck he doesn't because danny'd surely blow his cover and a load in his pants because, okay, yeah, he gets it. knows now why everyone loves you, has started to catch feelings of his own but he's not johnny or benny and he'll never be able to touch you the way he wants so he guesses he'll join the ranks with cal as just another distant admirer. just another love struck bastard.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Can I request headcannons on Chung Myung and reader as parents?

Absolutely! I wrote for a neutral reader and an afab reader. Hope that's okay. :)

Neutral Reader

- Would be a strict parent when it comes to training. Mostly because Chung Myung wants his kids to be able to defend themselves.

-Like don't expect him to go easy during training just because they're his kid. He's gonna treat them the same as Jo Gul and the others.

-If they follow their father’s path he’s going to try to turn them into the perfect martial artist. He did it so why can’t they. 🤷🏻‍♀️ He feels this two-fold if they have his genes.

-If they don't choose that path, he'll still try to be supportive in whatever they do.

-Imagine if they wanted to get into medicine and poisons like the Tangs… I am sick crying screaming and throwing up.

-Tries to be supportive and loving but doesn't always know how so you'll have to help him out with that.

-If he tells you about Chung Mun, tell him to treat his kid like how Chung Mun treated him. I feel like that would help a lot.

-Has a hard time expressing love for his kid but tries through acts of service.

-Y'know when you say you like something so your parent keeps buying you the thing? He does that.

-Child: This fruit is really good!

-CM: *buys baskets of it when he comes back from a trip*

-If his kid gets into a fight he's the parent that asks “did you win” instead of immediately scolding them.

-The elders are like the kid's grandpas. They love to spoil them.

-Overall not a 10/10 dad but not the worst. 

Afab reader

-You probably craved his favorite foods during your pregnancy. Also had an appetite that could rival his. I mean, it’s his kid so they probably like to eat, too.

-Chung Myung has very dominant genes so your child/children don't even look like you. Bro literally copy and pasted. 

-If his child inherits his temper you’re gonna have to mediate their arguments. Being hot headed and stubborn isn’t a great combination, and both of them being like that makes it worse.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

hey girl how you doing?? 💅🏽

can we have some dilf jake content and fem! navi! reader?? them having a free night bcuz Moat is taking care of their son/daughter ( u decide ) and Jake finally being able to fuck reader like they’re young again? 😩

Like I imagine him wanting reader to ride his face, bending her over a table and smacking that ass

and pls satisfy my breeding kink 😭😭🙏🏽😩🙏🏽

Hi babyyy!! i'm doing good and I hope you're doing amazing!!

AAAAA i loveeee this idea bc OMGGGGG it makes me so wettttt 🤭🤭🤭

And as for the breeding kink we're twinsiessss!!!!! it kills meeee when jake fills her up omggggg

I don't think I'm gonna make it through this one without my vibrator 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

And Jake just has to take advantage. It's been years since the two of you have been alone in the house, having a peaceful night, without the kids.

He loves his kids, of course he does. But, goddamn, does he miss fucking you dumb, making you scream and cry out his name. And he can't do that when the kids are home.

And now—now's the perfect time. Left with auntie Mo'at, the kids aren't around to interrupt. And Jake's got you all to himself.

He starts out slow, pressing gentle little kisses to your mouth, to the side of your neck, as he murmurs, “Y'know what you haven't done in a long time?”

Your arms are around his neck, your heart racing out of your chest, and you breathlessly ask, “What?”

“Ridden my face, baby,” he replies, chuckling lowly when you blush and bury your nose into his neck, flustered.

“Jake,” you say, shy, and it only makes his cock harder.

“Come on, babe. The kids aren't home. Why not?”

As you look into his eyes, you can see the lust in them, the hunger—that ravaging sight he used to have when you two first met, when you got married. Fuck, you've missed it.

“Really?” you ask, excited, and he smirks.

He lowers himself to the ground, dragging you with him, and he pulls you on top of him so you straddle his hips as he lies back. He undoes your loincloth with ease, his eyes shining as he tosses it aside. Then, he grabs your hips and pulls you higher up his torso, to his face until your thighs are on either side of his head.

He pulls your pussy down to his face, inhaling your scent, just having missed this. He grunts against you and you gasp softly.

Jake's tongue slips up your folds, licking the wetness that begins to gather there, and then he slides his tongue into you, and you gasp softly, trying to pull away from Jake's face.

“Mm-mm,” he tsks, shaking his head. “Baby, when I said you should ride my face, I meant it. I don't want you hovering. I want you to sit.”

He pulls your hips down, burying his nose against your clit, his tongue slipping into your entrance, and you whine softly. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jake's hands knead into the flesh of your thighs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at your taste. He cannot understand how he's held back from doing this for years. It's been so long...how has he not starved without your pussy on his mouth?

You start grinding your hips down on Jake's face, your clit throbbing against his nose. You whine softly, the pleasure sending sparks up your body, making your legs jerk with every swipe of his tongue.

“I missed this,” you admit, eyes fluttering shut, throwing your head back as one of your hands rises to your chest. You pinch your nipple between your fingers, twisting it and gasping at the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

Jake attempts to agree, but he can't talk when his mouth's full of your cunt, so he ends up babbling against you, sending vibrations through your core, and you mewl.

Your arousal is spilling out of you, coating Jake's nose, his tongue, his chin, his cheeks, and your thighs. You can feel it, warm and slippery, as it aids you with grinding your hips on Jake's face.

And Jake drinks it all up, letting it satiate his need for you. Although he knows he'll never get enough of you, one of the things that leave him satisfied is tasting you, having his tongue deep in your pussy, feeling you clench around it.

He drags his canines over your folds and you gasp, the pleasure spiking, the sensations gathering in a tight coil low in your stomach.

“Jake,” you mewl, mind lost to the pleasure, pussy rubbing over his face, thighs quaking. “Y-you are gonna fuck me, right?”

He chuckles against you, wanting to point out that he would never miss the opportunity to fuck you like he used to before the kids. But, again, he's still eating you out, and he won't stop just to reply.

He is devouring you, his mouth sucking your pussy as if it's the last meal he'll ever have. His nose presses against your clit, rubbing it just the right way with every movement you make on his face, his tongue caresses your gummy walls, savoring your arousal.

Jake's cock is hard, straining against his loincloth and staining the fabric with his salty precum. He starts bucking his hips up, desperate for any sort of friction, and he can't wait to fuck you.

But he will. He's gonna make you come first. All over his face, just like he likes it.

Jake nibbles at your folds, kisses your cunt, groans against you, and you're slowly losing it.

The pleasure is thick in you, an entity in your womb that savagely claws at your insides, begging to be released.

“Jake!” you warn, body shaking as your orgasm peeks closer. “Jake, please!”

And then Jake bites you, his teeth slightly digging into your skin, making you squeal and writhe as your orgasm reaches you. It makes your body tremble from head to toe, your entire being quivering as your orgasm rattles you.

You ride your pleasure out on Jake's face, moaning and gasping, until the fire lessens, leaving you a boneless, satisfied mess.

Jake licks you, making you gasp from overstimulation, and then he helps you off his face.

He licks his lips, a huge grin drawn on his mouth, as he rises.

You're collapsed on the ground beside him, lying on your back, your chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath. Jake crawls on top of you, kissing your mouth, your neck, before he pulls you to sit up.

“'f course I'm gonna fuck you, girl,” he says, helping you to your feet. “'m gonna fuck you real nice.”

He moves you across the room, making you walk backwards as he leads you to the table. He kisses your lips, nibbling them softly, and you gasp gently when the table hits your lower back.

Jake turns you around and pushes you down into the table, bending you over so that your pussy is on display for his hungry eyes to see.

And your ass. Fuck, he loves your ass. He places one of his hands on your asscheek, his fingers splaying over the flesh before he squeezes it. You sigh, content, and then he removes his hand. You're about to complain at the loss when his palm meets your ass in a hard spank, making you gasp.

Jake watches the way your ass jiggles at the slap, and he does it again, admiring you. You press your chest against the table, hands gripping onto the opposite edge.

Jake kicks your legs open and then spanks you again. You squeal, delighted, and Jake chuckles. “Yeah, you missed that, hm? Missed me being mean to your pretty ass?”

You whine softly, wiggling your hips at him, begging, “Fuck me, Jake. Please.”

Jake removes his loincloth before he grabs the base of his long, hardened cock. He slaps the thick head on your folds and you gasp, back arching as much as it can, a wordless plead for him.

And then Jake thrusts into you, filling your sopping pussy in one go, groaning when his hips meet yours.

You whimper as he pounds you, your body dragging across the table top every time he drives into you.

Jake holds onto your hips, watching the way your ass bounces on his thighs with his thrusts, and he can't help but spank you again, making you mewl.

“You fuckin' missed this, didn't you?” he chuckles. “You missed me dickin' you down from behind, having your pretty cunt stretched out for me.”

“Yes,” you reply, nodding. “I've needed it s'bad.”

Jake hisses as you clench around him, his cock bruising your cervix, dragging against your g-spot and making you tremble.

“'m gonna fill you with my cum, girl,” he tells you. “Gonna give you 'nother baby. You want that? Hm? Wanna be full of my baby again?”

You gasp, “Yes! Fuck, yes! I want another one! Please!”

Jake can already envision you, your stomach round with his child, your breasts large and swollen, your gentle demeanor, your being exhausted from the pregnancy. It gives him the chance to pamper you, to keep you at home, lying in bed while he takes care of you. He loves taking care of you, loves seeing his baby kicking inside you.

“I'll give you another one,” he promises, his ears folding back with the pleasure. “I'll give you another baby, girl.”

He reaches over his shoulder for his queue and connects it to yours. This makes you whine, body shaking, as you feel his pleasure. In return, Jake shudders when he senses how close you are.

“Come for me, darlin',” he says. “Come on my cock f'r me, yeah?”

You mewl, trying to respond, but the pleasure is too intense. Your body is quaking, the pleasure overcoming you as you feel your orgasm creep closer.

And then you come, body writhing, as you cry out, “Jake! Jake! Fuck, Jake!”

Jake feels your orgasm wash over you, feels how you fall limp, and it leads him to his own orgasm. He comes inside you, grunting as he spills his load into you, painting your insides white, ensuring to keep his cock in you in hopes that he'll get you pregnant.

Then, he leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he kisses your shoulder. “We should have Mo'at keep the kids overnight more often, huh?”

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[maxzinn]

off topic but also on topic its so clear that the genshin/star rail (saying both cause theres a large overlap) have no capability of thinking.

there are so many fics where *reader* somehow becomes a (sex)slave or is forced to do horrible shit and just general dead dove behavior. the fact that the author used INGAME LORE, CANON BACKSTORY FOR THE CHARACTER proves how braindead so many people are.

like people try to free slaves/captors in media isnt a new thing. theres a lot of art of that angelhusk ship where one gambles for the others freedom (never watched it but its an example)

like having slaves/captors in media isnt new and never has been but the only reason people truely care is because its a hoyoverse game and cant handle anything darker or complex then a PG rating

(sorry anon, I got carried away with this one tee-hee)

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS!!! y'know I was sooo confused when people started screaming for blood when the authors are using his IN-GAME LORE in their fics and then claims that the people who enjoyed writing those have "white-knight syndrome" like cmon sjsadhjg you're giving me a fucking stroke.

I'll say it again, wanting to give slave aventurine or someone a better life DOESN'T mean they have "white-knight syndrome" when they have good intentions!!! We were all were crying for him and his tragic past, we all wanted to comfort him, and we at some point also wished for his salvation and the betterment of his life. These people need to stop throwing these "white-knight syndrome" accusations cuz it's definitely not about that. And like you said, it was his IN-GAME LORE. I already expected some authors to write about reader saving him from his slavery and there's nothing wrong with that! Cuz please, don't tell me you won't help the guy out of his abusive owner, let's be fr here.

Like you also said, many have been writing yandere/heavy dark themes about reader being literally SA'd and R'd by said character (do not tell me you guys haven't read all those fics where Aven was our debt collector and in paying our debt, he noncon or manipulated us into sleeping with him 💀) and now they wanna talk about morals?

And please, don't even try bringing up Romania or irl people in here. IT'S A FICTIONAL RACE IN A FICTIONAL STORY. it may be "inspired" like they said, but it's not directly addressing Romania!!

I get their point alright, I truly do. Like I said in my other post, I do not condone the sex slave! aus about aventurine and the master/slave bdsm cuz his story truly hurt me and I'm uncomfortable sexualizing his slavery when I know about his story and what happened to him as a slave. But I won't go as far as to actually send death threats to those authors and act like a hypocrite💀 people can write what they want to write and I don't have to read those writings if I don't wanna.

Just to say, I'm a yandere/dark-content enjoyer as well, it's just that I draw the line when it comes to aventurine cuz I just wanna cuddle and dote on that man and give him all the love and affection in the world. but like I said, am no hypocrite as well. (sorry if I can't explain it very well but I hope you get the gist of it)

It's just funny and baffling how people are like "eww this person wrote a fic about reader buying slave aventurine so they can be a good owner to him".... this is leaving me speechless how they turned an act with good intentions into something malicious... that poor author doesn't even have bad intentions when writing that fic.

When you apply their logic, it's like saying "this person adopted an abused child so that they can be a good parent to that child, disgusting" do they even realize how stupid they sound??? 😭

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Knee Socks

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, bullying, blood, violence, food mentions, fluff.

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CHAPTER 3 >>> CHAPTER 4

Hobie converses with his friends, casually leaning on the playground's chain link fence, he's only eleven, that awkward stage where he thinks he's too old to use the slide, but still too young to be taken seriously by the older kids. He's too tall to be just eleven, almost a foot taller than his classmates, always mistaken for someone older, he takes it in stride, becoming his year's resident protector from would be bullies. His sheer height alone makes them stop in their tracks, not to mention his perseverance when the bully decides to fight Hobie, even if they're taller or bigger than him, he doesn't back down despite his lanky form and sometimes nerdy personality, wiping at his bleeding nose, he stands up, knuckles at the ready.

This alone makes Hobie an absolute legend in the playground. He doesn't care about that though, he just does what he thinks is right, and that's protecting those who cannot defend themselves.

The children playing stops in their tracks when a loud shriek rings out, ears perking at the difference of the sound from a happy playing yell. This one sounded like they were in pain, Hobie stomps towards the sound, the crowd parting for him.

He sees a bigger kid holding a smaller one by his ear, he recognizes the bully from his year, the smaller one seems like a year younger than him. The crowd around them gets bigger, some kids would be hollering for a fight, some could only watch. Before Hobie could run up to them, a flash of something pink hits the bully right on his forehead, causing him to let go, crouching and holding the bleeding cut it left behind.

You fearlessly strut up to him, screaming your tiny head off, "fuck off, Terrence!" You pick up the pink sketchbook from the ground, threatening to throw it again.

Hobie's eyes widened at your choice of word, not used to hearing it in the playground, he smirks at your bravery, especially that you're five times smaller than the bully. He watches as you shield the smaller kid from Terrence, book at the ready.

You look over your shoulder to look back at the younger kid on the ground, clutching at the shell of his ear, tears falling on his rosy cheeks. "You okay, Danny?"

With you distracted, Terrence finds the opportunity to grab you by the ankle, losing your balance and swiftly falling on your back, you let out a small pained sound. Hobie had enough of being a bystander, he runs up to the bully, punching him square in his face. Terrence doesn't back down, tackling Hobie, they both fall on the harsh gravel, Hobie shields his face from the oncoming punches while Terrence keeps aiming at his face.

You stand up, no time to dust yourself off, you yell a battle cry, flinging yourself on the bully's back, trying to get him off Hobie. Your small fists thump helplessly on the bigger kid's back. Suddenly the crowd parts, a couple of winded teachers arrive, one yanks you off Terrence, while the other stops him from punching Hobie. They hold you both back, like a couple of kittens trying to claw and scratch at each other.

"Enough!" One of the teachers yells out, Hobie sits up, a cut on his lip. Eyes watching as you don't let up from trying to kick Terrence's ass.

—

You sit on one of the school clinic's cot, an ice pack on your head, the condensation slides over your face, landing on the paper of your mangled sketchbook.

"Little shit" you murmur out, wiping at the water on your precious notebook.

The curtains separating the beds flings open, you jump from the sound of metal.

"Y'know you could get in trouble for that" Hobie looks at you, a similar ice pack over his cheek. He sits criss crossed on the bed, blanket pooling around him.

"You would know, of course" the previous anger still lingers, your usual shyness gone from your system.

"So you've heard of me?" He raises his brow, hissing when he moves it.

"Who hasn't heard of you? Here" you toss your ice pack over to his cot, "you look like you need it more" Hobie fumbles a bit before he finally catches it. He looks back at you, your face scrunched up in anger, brows knitted together, you look at the pink notebook like it'll spontaneously combust right in front of you.

"You look like Gromit, when you're mad" he brings your previous ice pack to his brow, the other held up to his cheek. "Y'know when he scrunches his face" you look at him angrily "like that!" He points out.

"Hey! You want a piece of me too?" It sounded much braver in your head, but with the fading adrenaline and anger, your shyness peeks back in, making your sentence sound meek.

Hobie holds up his hands, dropping the ice packs on the bed "nah, I can't fight you"

"Why? Just because I'm a girl?"

"Nope, I saw what you did to big Terry, thought you gave him brain damage" he pokes his temples. "I don't want that notebook flying at me, especially with that aim of yours"

"Fucker already has brain damage" you say softly, your shyness definitely creeping in, but you're still angry enough to swear.

"Where'd you learn to curse like that? You don't look like someone who swears"

"The telly" you shrug.

"That shit ain't good for you"

"You sound like an adult," you scrunch your nose "they always tell me I swear a lot when I'm mad. You swear too, y'know"

"I'm allowed" Hobie leans back, grinning.

"How are you allowed?" you ask, genuinely curious. Why is he allowed and you're not?

"I'm older" he says matter-of-fact.

"You're only a year older than me" you scoff, wincing when a sharp pain hits the back of your head.

Hobie hops down from the bed, quickly grabbing the ice packs. He moves towards you, sitting down, your sketchbook in the middle between you. He hands you the ice pack back, you give him a small thanks, hissing when the cold hits your skin.

"You alright? D'you want me to get the nurse?" He asks you as if he wasn't injured himself, looking worse than you.

"I'm fine, you look worse than me though"

"You draw?" Hobie doesn't acknowledge your last comment. He tries to take a peek at the pages, you clamp the book shut with lightning speed.

"I'm not showing you my sketchbook"

"Why not?"

"It's private! And I don't know you"

"Well, name's Hobie Brown" he extends his hand towards you "and you areee? Then you tell me your name, That's how this usually goes"

You narrow your eyes, "I know who you are" slapping his hand away but you tell him your name anyway, trying to be the polite one "Y/N, it's Y/N Y/L/N"

"Now we know each other, now can I?" His hand hovers over your notebook. "Damn, this looks like it's been trampled"

"Fucking Terrence" you seethe, sliding the book over to him. "Here"

"Fucking Terrence" Hobie smiles as he flips through your sketches.

—

Your mind goes back to the present when your familiar mug lands on your messy table, the content sloshes a bit to the sides.

"Careful!" You hold the mug, stopping its motion.

"Shit, sorry. You looked like Gromit there for a second" he chuckles, sitting down on your bed, a piece of biscuit in his mouth, the springs squeaking under his weight.

"Augh, you trying to bring back that nickname?" You take a sip, the warmth of the tea relaxes the aching muscles of your hand.

"It's always been there, Gromit" he lays down, swallowing the cookie, his chucks still on his feet.

You stand up immediately, cringing when his soles graze your bedsheets, grabbing his shoes off your bed "shoes off!" You struggle as Hobie watches on with a smirk "fuckin' take it off!"

"You're mad mad" he sits up, unlacing his shoes.

You put your hands on your hips, socked feet tapping impatiently. Hobie flings his shoes off, looking smugly at your annoyed face. He lays down, arms behind his head.

You narrow your eyes at him "awwe, are you tired?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yes, talking to you the entire day is tiring"

"You're not the one designing this thing" you gesture towards your table that's littered with crumpled papers, various designs pinned on your corkboard. Your hand cramps at the thought of drawing another line.

"Giving my opinion is tiring, why don't you rest for a bit, you're obviously knackered" he taps the space beside him. It wouldn't be the first time you've shared a bed, it's impossible that you haven't, being that you've been best friends for ten years. But you're still unsure, knowing that when you lie down (especially next to him) you won't get back to work again. But it doesn't mean that your heart doesn't skip a beat whenever you do share a bed, it practically stops in your chest until you two wake up.

Hobie sees your dilemma, knowing you wouldn't be able to work on your designs if you lie down next to him. "Come sit down at least" he finds a middle ground.

You sigh, surrendering, as long as you don't rest your head on your pillow you'll be fine, right? Sitting down, Hobie's legs props you up, preventing you from laying down completely.

You hum, leaning your entire weight over his legs, you can feel the rough material of his jeans on your back, your jumper doesn't provide much barrier from his warmth.

"Don't fall asleep" Hobie pokes your arm.

"Hard to when your bony legs are stabbing my back"

He moves his legs back, you fall halfway, head almost landing on his knees. You smack his arm playfully. Hobie predicts that you'll slap his chest next, he moves his arm shield himself. Lo and behold, that's where you hit him next.

"Fuck you, Wallace" despite your swearing, you grin widely, Hobie laughs at his old nickname, he keeps dodging your attacks, Hobie parries your hand, stopping it mid air. He holds your wrists in front of him, warm fingers wrap bracelets around them.

He laughs victoriously "who you callin' Wallace? Do I look like I'm bald?"

You try to get his grip off your wrist, pulling, but his grip is too strong–it doesn't hurt, it's the opposite actually, his grip on you provides comfort and stability. A laugh escapes you "you smile like him" he says it with you, copying your voice mockingly, already knowing that you'll say those exact words.

You roll your eyes, trying and failing to take your hands back, Hobie pulls you in, making you lean over his chest, your heart immediately jumping at the close proximity of his face from yours. Hobie didn't think this through enough, now he doesn't know what to do next. You both pause on your play fighting.

He watches your reaction, your lips slightly parted, pupils blown out. You do the same, cataloging every line on his face, eyes finding the familiar color of his iris, the late afternoon sun gleaming on his lip piercing. You quickly move your eyes back to his, realizing you've been staring at his lips, you swallow down your fear. You lay on top of him, frozen.

You exhale, breath fanning his face, your pulse thumping hard against Hobie's hand. He loosens his grip on your wrists, giving you time to pull away, but you don't so he slides his hands from your wrists over to your hands, fingers stopping at your clammy palms.

Hobie raises his head slowly to meet yours, his heart uncharacteristically beating hard on his chest. He realizes that his heart only acts this way around you. He can feel the dam straining against the overflowing water.

Knock

The sound breaks you both out of your daze, pushing away from each other, you avoid Hobie's gaze. While he looks at you longingly, chest heaving at what almost transpired.

Knock

You try to act nonchalantly, clearing your throat "yeah?"

"It's almost six! Get your visitor out" the dorm's RA yells out like a warden.

"Yeah, okay!" You give her a thumbs up, as if she can see you through the door. Hobie notices your awkwardness, taking it upon himself to break the awkward feeling.

"She doesn't have x-ray vision" He stops himself from touching your arm, hand landing back to his side.

You scoff, heat slowly leaving your cheeks "c'mon time to go home" you stand up, refraining from tapping his chest.

"We're not done yet" he sits up by his elbows, eyes following you gathering his stuff like a one night stand trying to get him out of your place.

You sigh "I don't think we can finish this today, Hobs" you say defeatedly "I mean look" you take a pinned sketch, showing it to Hobie. You both act like nothing happened, used to the almosts.

He looks at your sketch of him, drawn like a runway model, your design looks good, for him at least. Already sure whatever you make for him will be amazing. But judging from your pout he guesses it's not good enough for you.

"It looks good" he reassures you, "what's wrong with it?"

You drop his shoes back on the floor, stepping over it to sit back down on the bed. You hold the paper gingerly, noting every single line you've drawn. "There's something missing, it– I don't know" you groan.

"Make me understand then, they all look good enough for me" he gestures at your designs on the corkboard "I like the one with red on it"

"They all have a touch of red" you roll your eyes, "I don't know, they just– they have more Hobie in them, than of me y'know?"

He nods "yeah, I can see it, you need more bits of you in it"

"Mm-hmm, it's supposed to be a perfect blend of us both" you cross the barrier that you've put up between him, leaning your head on his chest.

"Yeah, it's like if we had a kid and they ended up lookin' like a clone of me" he looks at you teasingly, a smirk curling on his lips.

"Again, weird analogy, Hobs" you huff out.

He chuckles "D'you wanna rest or continue this at my place?" Hobie covers the top of your head with his palm, blanketing your scalp in his warmth.

Thinking for a second, you want to rest, but on the other hand, you need to keep working, you never know when both of your schedules will clear up, this is one of those rare times.

The loud knock echoes again, "your place, then" you look at him, cheek laying on his chest, hearing how his heart beats against your ear.

Hobie smiles, more than happy to spend more time with you.

—

You stop by a convenience store on the way to his place. The harsh white lights make you squint until your eyes adjust. Hobie grabs a basket, handing it to you.

"Such a gentleman" sarcasm dripping on your lips.

He walks backwards, winking at you, hands in his jean pockets. Hobie beelines for the frozen aisle, his chucks sliding against the tiled floor.

You sigh, already knowing what he'll grab. You take a couple of crisps, Hobie's favourite and yours. You bend down to grab a packet of biscuits, hearing a tinkling sound on your left, your eyebrows knit in confusion at the peeking green sock puppet.

"Hello there" You ask, thinking there's a kid playing around. You stand up, the small basket almost full.

"Hi" the puppet's mouth moves, but Hobie's voice comes out, you laugh at how he tried to hide his voice by making it higher pitched.

"Hobie, where'd you even get that?" You say in between airy laughs. You can't see where he is, Hobie's body is hidden behind a display of oatmeal, but you can clearly see his metal bracelet peeking out from under the puppet.

"Name's not Hobie, it's y/n, and I have a passion for fashion" the puppet's mouth moves dramatically as Hobie speaks.

You giggle at his antics, grabbing the puppet by its 'throat' "ack!" Hobie acts like he's choking. He moves in your line of sight, still making choking noises. The cashier looks at you weirdly, releasing your hand from the puppet.

You keep laughing, Hobie's smiles victoriously, getting the desired reaction from you. You clutch your hand over your stomach, heaving from laughing.

"You done?" Hobie is still speaking through the puppet, his throat aching from making his voice higher.

"Yep, you can stop making that voice" you smile, playing with the little bell strapped on the puppet, it rings softly at your touch.

"Thank fuck," Hobie clears his throat, speaking in his normal deep voice "they're selling these over there" he points to his right, using the puppet to point at it.

You see the bright display of different sock puppets, the bold letters reading 'all proceeds go to the children's hospital'

"It's cute, what even is it?"

Hobie moves the puppet from side to side, little yellow spikes on its head, a long tongue lolling on the side of its mouth. "I think it's supposed to be a dinosaur"

"Looks like it, but its tongue is too long to be a dinosaur, maybe it's a lizard?" You look at Hobie questioningly.

"Don't look at me, I don't know either" he shrugs.

"Whatever it is let's take it, he's kind of adorable, in a weird looking way" you take it from his hand, putting it inside your basket.

"Just like you" Hobie quips.

"Funny" you poke his chest. "You got the frozen pizza?"

"Nah, got distracted" Hobie walks towards the freezers, you follow closely behind, he flings the door open. You peek under his raised arm resting on the freezer door, looking at your choices.

"Four cheeses? Or overload?" You ask.

"You want me to shit myself?"

You giggle "right, lactose intolerant, forgot for a sec, overload it is. Thought you have lactaid?"

Hobie takes the frozen pizza box, bringing it to your cheeks, you jump away when the cold box hits your skin. "I ran out of it"

"Ass" you scoff, wiping away the condensation.

He laughs from his belly, putting the box inside the basket. Hobie grabs the heavy basket from you, happily giving it to him. He makes his way towards the cashier, you quickly grab a couple of canned soda from the freezer, catching up to Hobie.

The cashier gives you an annoyed look, probably because of the noises you two made. You look at him apologetically as he scans the items.

—

You arrive at his place, slightly shivering from the cold air that pricked you while in the back of Hobie's motorcycle. He gets off first, helping you with a steady hand.

"Remind me to bring a proper jacket next time we ride this late. Christ alive it's bloody freezing" you rub your arms, trying to get warm, your thin jacket isn't helping much to shield you from the cold.

Hobie takes off his leather jacket despite being only a few feet away from his place, he drapes it on you since your hands are full with the plastic bag of food. He holds your hands together breathing hot air into it, your heart swells at the small act.

"Why didn't you tell me you were cold? I could've stopped for a bit and handed you my jacket, you idiot" he grumbles out, still rubbing your hands warm.

"It was a short ride, Hobs. Besides we're here already you don't need to do this"

"Inside isn't any better, radiator's fucked since yesterday" he brings your hands to his mouth, blowing more warm air into your cold hands.

"Just my luck" your breathing stutters in your throat when Hobie looks at you through his lashes, lips dangerously close to your hands. "Let's just go inside, I'm hungry" you pull your hands away, already missing his warmth. Hobie looks at you like you grew a second head.

"Oven still works, right?" You clear your throat.

Hobie takes out his keys, opening the door for you "yeah, gas still works" he sniffs, the cold finally bothering him.

Entering the small house, you can hear the loud sound of the television, bright against the darkness of the modest living room. Ned and James play couch co-op of golden eye. James sees you standing awkwardly by the doorway, not paying attention to the screen, his character dies, making Ned annoyed.

"Come on, bruv! We can't pass this level with you dying every bloody minute" Ned follows James' stare, ending with you standing stiffly in front of the door, too awkward to walk in front of the telly, not wanting to disturb them. Hobie's behind you fumbling with the lock.

"Hi, sorry to drop in" you smile shyly.

Ned slaps the back of James' head "really? You got distracted?" He whisper-shouts, James jumps slightly in his seat, Ned quickly moves his neck to look at you, "It's alright, y/n! Make yourself at home"

"Thanks" you say, smiling sweetly.

"Oi, it's rude to stare" Hobie finally locks the rusty bolt, eyes staring at James.

" 'm not," he defends himself, thick Manchester accent rearing its head. "I was lookin' at the bag, is that pizza?" He acts interested in the contents of your bag.

Hobie side eyes Ned, having a non verbal conversation with him.

"I think there's enough for us four, where's Yuri? I still haven't thanked her for her help" you say.

"She's with her friends," Ned says.

Nodding, you walk towards the kitchen, Hobie not too far behind. "Have you talked to the landlord about the broken radiator, Hobs?"

"Don't need to, we're moving out anyway" Hobie replies nonchalantly, like it's old news to you.

"What?" You drop the plastic bag a little too hard on the counter. "What do you mean you're moving out? Where are you moving?" Fear creeps up to you.

"All of us are moving, actually" James pipes up from the couch, Ned elbows for him to shut up.

Hobie grabs a flyer from the fridge door, showing it to you. "Battle of the bands, our last show before we disband"

"You're gonna disband too?!" You look at Ned sitting on the couch, watching the interaction unfold. He replies for Hobie, seeing he might need some help explaining it to you.

"Sorry y/n, it's true. James and Yuri are off to uni, and I'm moving back to Richmond"

You look at Hobie sadly, knowing he'll be left behind by one of his oldest friends. You're well aware that Hobie doesn't like sticking to one band, moving on to a different team every few years, this doesn't surprise you, but Ned has been one of the few constants in his band, always his chosen bassist, and his oldest friend next to you.

Ned and James start their game again, giving you as much privacy as the small space can provide, trying to not listen to your obvious private conversation, they wish you two could just talk it out inside Hobie's room instead. Or better yet, just kiss about it, saving you both the energy.

Looking up at Hobie, eyes slightly watering at the thought of him being left behind, you'd never even thought of doing that to him. Of course you know he can handle himself, but you can't bear imagining him alone. Or maybe it's because you can't imagine going through life without him, turning out he'll be fine on his own without you. And you're the one who's projecting your fears towards Hobie.

Your lives have been intertwined since childhood, celebrating wins together, laughing and crying at the good and bad. You've been through almost everything together, it's hard to imagine your life before you met him, more so after your lives untangle from each other.

"When's the last gig?" You try to not let your emotions get to you, but your smile doesn't reach your eyes. Hobie sees through your charade, he holds your hand subtly, thumb rubbing circles over your palm.

"It'll be fine, love" I'll be fine, he wanted to say, but he swallows it down, tossing it over to the pile of all the unsaid words he wanted to say to you. "We've been planning it for awhile, just need to find a place and I'm good to go"

"You haven't found a place yet?" completely forgetting there are other people in the room with you, melting into his touch.

"Not yet, y'know me, always putting things off" he tangles his fingers through yours. "Once we win, I'll get enough to rent a place"

"I'll help you find a place" you squeeze his hand, he squeezes back three times.

"You givin' it for free? No need for me to punch out a hole in our card?" He teases you.

You roll your eyes "Don't push it, Hobart. But yes, you don't need to use our card for it" you joke, you would've helped him anyways, card or no card.

"Good, thanks Gromit" he smiles, reluctantly untangling your fingers from his. Hobie hands you the flyer, moving towards the counter to take out the food. With that your previous conversation ends, but your sadness and anxiety for what the future holds still lingers. Everything seems to change too fast, you don't think you're ready for any of it.

You smile softly at the nickname. Reading the contents of the advert– Battle of the bands at Oscorp Museum! your eyes widening when you gloss over the date on it. "Hobie, this concert is happening the day before our show"

"And? It's not on the same day" he takes out the puppet from the plastic.

"Yeah, but won't you be too..tired?" You ask.

Hobie huffs, taking the puppet off the counter, slipping it on your hand, you raise a brow at him "say what you really mean by 'tired' use the puppet to help" he crosses his arms over his chest.

You narrow your eyes, playing along, raising your arm halfway. You speak through the puppet, trying to talk with your mouth closed "won't you be too hungover?"

"There we go!" He claps "Thank you, y/n for the honesty"

"That wasn't me, that was the puppet"

"We have a real ventriloquist here, huh" Hobie takes out the frozen pizza from the box, slipping it inside the oven, he shuts the oven door closed "There won't be any alcohol in the venue, there's nothing to fucking drink"

"Sure" you say, still speaking through the puppet, rolling its head with your hand movements.

James whispers to Ned "they were all sweet to each other a second ago, now they're fighting"

"Reminds you of your parents huh?" Ned whispers back.

"Actually yeah, good eye"

Ned looks at him confused "not a compliment, bruv"

"Huh?"

"Nothin' what's up with the creepy puppet?"

Meanwhile, you continue to bicker with Hobie, the cold not helping with your attitude "You know I'm thinking of naming him Terrence, he looks like a Terry, right?" You make the puppet look at you, making it nod.

"Fuck off, after that Terry?"

"Yeah, we can tell exactly what we mean through Terry then we can both put the blame on him" you make the puppet nervously look at both of you.

"Fuckin' Terrence" Hobie remembers the bully.

"Exactly! Fuckin' Terrence" you both laugh, you don't even remember why you were fighting in the first place.

A/N: Thank you for reading! As always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

*pictures above are from pinterest*

[charliedawn]

How would the Slashers react when their nice nurse introduces her boyfriend to them who build like Henry Cavill kind of shi? Charming and all, he's a real a gentleman too. But the problem is, they have feelings for her...and I'd like to know how they feel and deal with it. I just like a little bit of jealousy, y'know 🥲

You had warned your boyfriend of the very special circumstances of your job just before inviting him to see your place of work. True. It wasn't the ideal place for a romantic date, but he would have eventually figured it out. You were absent most of the day because the job was time-consuming and he had insisted on being a part of both worlds.

But, you still decided to warn him before entering the grounds of the facility.

"Are you sure about this ? You really don't have to."

But, your boyfriend smiled and took your hands before replying confidently.

"Hey. Believe me. Whatever they throw at me. I can take it."

You weren't exactly as certain as him, but he seemed so sure of himself that you could only believe him.

"Yeah...Alright. Just...stay next to me.", you instructed him and he chuckled before nodding in agreement.

"Alright. I will. I promise."

Bo and Vincent :

Bo was working on one of the hospital trucks as a sort of community service when he saw the both of you enter. He frowned at the way you were holding hands and it then occured to him that you had never said if you were single or not. The grip on his tool tightened perceptibly and his eyes darkened. He didn't notice when the car he was working on suddenly collapsed on his arm and he howled.

"MOTHERFUCK—!"

He tried to move, but his arm was stuck and you were alerted by the curse. You ran to him and tried to move the car, but couldn't. However, H/N came in and helped you. You finally succeeded in lifting the car just enough time for someone else to pull Bo out from underneath the car.

When it was done, you bandaged Bo's arm and he tsskd.

"It's nothin'. Barely a graze..."

You shot him such a dark glare that he immediately shut up.

"A graze ? Don't play stupid. Your arm was almost ripped off, Bo."

He let out a light groan as you tightened the bandage and his eyes then settled on the man standing a few feet behind you.

"...So, that's your boyfriend, heh ?"

H/N waved at the both of you with a kind smile and somehow, the fact that this ass-kisser looking four-eyed dunce had helped him unnerved Bo. You smiled tenderly at your boyfriend and nodded.

"Yes. The best."

Bo shouldn't feel his heart squeeze at the loving gaze you addressed H/N. He knew he was probably a good guy, better than him anyway...But, he couldn't help himself. He got up and left, ignoring the quizzical glance you gave him. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stand it. But then, Vince arrived.

What happened ?, Vince asked in sign language as he saw his bandaged arm—but Bo ignored him. Vince then tried to get a look at the wound, but Bo pulled away instinctively.

"Nothing. Fuck off, Vince."

Vince waited a second or two before trying to look at the bandage again and Bo snapped.

"I SAID FUCK OFF, VINCE !"

Bo had never yelled at Vincent before and you all seemed shocked at his outburst. But, before you could say anything—he was gone.

It wasn't until he was in his room that he let go and screamed. It was too much. He didn't want to feel anything...He threw various objects at the wall that smashed or bursted into pieces. He failed to hear when Vince entered, not until he felt his arms wrap themselves around his middle part from behind.

It was always like that when they were little. He would have tantrums and Vince would come to calm him down. But, it didn't feel like anything he's ever felt before...It burned.

And for the first time since they were born, Bo cried. He leant back into Vince's embrace and started crying.

"Fuck off, Vince...Please." But it wasn't a real request and they both knew it. His voice had never sounded so pathetic. Vincent tightened his hold on Bo and ignored his own struggle. He knew who was the man who had been standing next to you. And he knew how he felt about it. But, Bo was the one in distress, and he would always put his emotions and feelings first. No matter what. Because that's what bros did...right ?

They took care of each other.

Inside the hospital :

Freddy and Jack :

When you and H/N reached the main hall, you could see Freddy and Jack together—playing cards. They raised their heads from the game when you came in and Freddy smirked as he saw your boyfriend.

"Well well...How nice. Fresh meat."

"Freddy. Behave.", you warned him. But Freddy still had his eyes on your boyfriend with a predatory look in his face.

"Who is the newbie, nurse ?", Jack asked and you turned towards him with a smile.

"My boyfriend. H/N."

Suddenly, Freddy's smile faltered and Jack's eyes widened as his smile turned fake.

“…Wow. Aren’t you just the perfect match ?”, he said while eyeing the both of you with a an ironic smile. Your boyfriend was eye-catching and you both formed a good couple, but it didn't mean the slashers didn't feel jealous. They all thought they stood a chance, but it seemed it was all just wishful thinking...

"Ever heard of threesomes, pretty boy ?", Freddy tried—but one look from you and he already knew the answer to that one.

"What ? Don't look so mad, beautiful. Asking for a friend.", he lied and winked cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes before leading H/N away. It was best to move on. Once you were gone, both Jack add Freddy seemed to lose their playful attitude and Jack sighed before pulling out a bottle of whiskey he had been saving for a rainy day.

"Booze ?", he offered Freddy who sighed before nodding in agreement.

"Booze."

It wasn't like they hadn't expected it. Even if you weren't taken—and by some miracle you'd be interested in dating one of the slashers—those two know they'd be at the end of that list. They had no illusion, hence couldn't be disappointed.

But still, a tiny part of them had hoped.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason seemed a little dumbfounded when they met and he stayed in retreat. He didn't know what to make of him and they didn't talk until H/N decided to go and have a walk near the pond. It was Jason's territory and he was about to do something about it when H/N smiled at him.

"Hey. You must be Jason. Nice to meet you."

He looked at his outstretched hand and warm smile and remembered the first time he met you. You had had the exact same smile and kindness radiating from you. It made his want to see the man drowning in a pool of blood lower significantly.

He left his axe in the grass and wordlessly sat down near the pound.

"So...You like frogs ?", H/N asked before sitting down next to him and Jason smiled before nodding. He looked at the green creatures jumping up and down in joy, swallowing flies as they went and it made Jason happy.

H/N understood and smiled too.

"You know...I used to have a lot of those around the cabin my family and I grew up in."

"..."

"My name is H/N by the way."

"..."

H/N quickly understood that Jason wasn't of the talking type and smiled before surprising him with sign language.

'My. Name. Is. H/N.' , he signed each word carefully and Jason shyly replied.

Jason.

It wasn't a lot, but coming from Jason ? It was progress. You smiled as you saw the both of them bonding and were happy to find one person who actually made the effort.

However, when Jason noticed you...His smile vanished and he suddenly stormed off. You frowned as it seemed your presence had disturbed whatever progress the both of them had made. You sighed and went to see H/N who seemed as surprised as you at the sudden change in demeanor.

"He'll come back.", you tried to reassure him—but H/N didn't seem worried as he kissed the back of your hand lovingly.

"Sure. At least, I actually got to have a conversation with one. Well...A short one. But, a conversation nonetheless."

You were unaware of the silent witness watching you from the shadows...Penny growled lowly in annoyance to himself as he saw the display of affection and shook his head before returning inside.

Now he understood why you had seemed not to actually link to him the way he wanted you to. You were in love. And not with him.

Penny and Pennywise :

He decided to eat his feelings. Literally.

He found a guard and before anyone could stop him—he pounced on him and started tearing him apart.

Pennywise found him and his eyes widened as he saw the carnage. It wasn't the carnage in itself that surprised him, but the fact that Penny hadn't asked him to join in.

"Hey, champ. How is it going ?"

Penny didn't answer. Pennywise expected it and sighed before crouching next to him and they stayed in silence until Penny had finished his 'meal'. He then wiped his mouth and his eyes glowed ominously.

"He must DIE."

Pennywise waited for him to elaborate—but he didn't. Instead, the other being cackled to himself while thinking of all the ways he was going to kill the...INSECT ! Pennywise had never been one to worry about Penny before—about anyone really. But, he had never seen Penny like this since the Loser club.

"Penny. Stay calm.", he instructed—but Penny wasn't in a listening mood.

"I'LL DEVOUR HIM ! HOW DARE HE ?! HOW DARE HE TRY TO TAKE HER AWAY !", he snarled and Pennywise bit his inner cheek. Shit.

That wasn't good. If he kept going, he would set the alarms on and this whole place would be in lock down for weeks—maybe months. And he really didn't want to be trapped in his cage again.

"Okay, bucko. Let's see...Tell me. What's going on ?", he tried to engage Penny in the conversation. But, it seemed that Penny was already pissed off way beyond stopping.

"THE NURSE HAS A MATE ! A PUNY LITTLE MORTAL ! A NOTHING ! UNWORTHY ! SOILED ! PESKY AND DUMB !"

It would be a lie if Pennywise didn't say the news left him completely unaffected. He knew how all the slashers were attached to you—including himself. But, it wasn't the time to sympathize, it was the time for cold harsh truth.

"And ?"

Penny's eyes widened and he slowly turned around to face his brother who still had this amused expression on his face—as if he didn't understand the situation.

"...And ?", he repeated—dumbfounded. Pennywise sighed and shrugged.

"Why does it matter ? Matter-of-fact, why do YOU care ?"

Penny stayed silent before gritting his teeth at Pennywise—knowing he had just fell into a sort of mind trap of his. He suddenly shoved his brother against a wall and growled lowly.

"Careful, brother. I refuse to be toyed with."

Pennywise didn't seem scared as he leaned forward and grinned.

"We are monsters, Penny. Unkillable. Unable to feel. Unable to love. Now, tell me...Why does it bother you ? The nurse is human. They'll love. They'll die. Humans all do eventually. So, tell me. Why do YOU care ?!"

Penny's expression turned sour and Pennywise thought he would actually bite his head off, but Penny released him. He took a couple of steps back and finally confessed begrudgingly.

"Because it hurts...", he pointed to his own chest. "Here."

Pennywise followed Penny's finger and he frowned before sighing.

"Don't be dumb. It'll pass."

Penny stayed silent for a while before asking knowingly.

"...Did it go away for you ?"

He could pretend he had no idea of what he was talking about, but he couldn't deny that his own heart had softened around you as well.

"...Yes.", Pennywise lied. He couldn't tell his little brother that even creatures such as themselves could fall in love. He couldn't tell him that they could suffer through loss and heartbreak.

He preferred to lie. Lying hurt less.

Michael and Brahms:

News of Y/N's new boyfriend traveled all around the hospital and it eventually ended in the ears of the only slasher traveling through the walls (walls you had asked to be made into safe tunnels for Brahms who preferred to stay out of sight). Brahms froze as he heard and even though he didn't want to believe it at first, he couldn't deny it when he saw the both of you walking around—hand in hand.

"Y/N really...has a boyfriend ?", he realized and felt himself grow upset. No...Nononono...

She belonged to the slashers. She didn't have a life outside of those walls. She couldn't. She wouldn't...He punched the wall in front of him so hard that it left a hole.

You heard it and turned around to find Brahms standing there. His chest heaving up and down heavily and you could see that he was mad at you for something.

H/N instinctively shielded you and Brahms glared at him. You tried to explain to H/N that it was alright and that Brahms wouldn't hurt you. But, before you could—Michael entered the room.

He first looked at you and your boyfriend, then at Brahms. He could feel the tension in the air and knew that one more misdemeanor from the young slasher and he would be sent back to the pit.

It was in the left wing, a dark and cold place with little light or air to breathe. And even though Brahms wasn't claustrophobic, he couldn't handle being locked up—unable to move. Michael remembered the last time he was there...It was torture.

So, Michael ignored you and H/N and took the younger slasher in his arms. Brahms stilled for a moment before trying to get away. He screamed and desperately tried to escape his grip, but Michael didn't let go.

"LET GO ! It's...not fair !", he cried out.

Michael tightened his hold of him and he eyed the door significantly to you both. You understood the message and lead H/N outside.

Once you were both out, Michael removed his mask and forced the younger slasher to look him in the eyes. They didn't need words to communicate and Brahms immediately stopped crying. They both stared at each other and Brahms realized that it was the first time he had seen Michael without his mask. He was taken aback by his gentle eyes and it somehow soothed Brahms. He felt like he understood and Brahms repeated.

"It's...not fair."

Michael held him tight and even though he understood Brahms' feelings, he decided to ignore it for now.

Brahms needed comfort and unlike Michael, the boy couldn't control his emotions. He was the youngest of all the slashers, while Michael was the oldest. It was Brahms second heartbreak after Greta. Michael had stopped counting after a while...

"It's...not fair.", he finally agreed with his own voice and Brahms broke into sobs.

It wasn't fair that they were slashers.

It wasn't fair that they'd live long after you.

And it wasn't fair that they'd get attached, but would never be happy.

No. It wasn't fair.

But, Michael would make sure to teach them.

He would teach them how not to feel.

They would learn.

They all did eventually.

Outside the hospital :

Norman Bates :

Norman was waiting for you and you smiled at him.

"Hello, uncle."

He greeted you back and even shook your boyfriend's hand, but his handshake was brief and almost cold. You then realized you had forgotten your phone inside and told them you'd go grab it.

The moment you were back inside, Norman's smile fell and he glared at your boyfriend.

"You may have fooled the others. But, you didn't fool me. I see clear in your game."

Your boyfriend looked at Norman quizzically.

"What game ? I am not playing any game, Mr. Bates."

Norman huffed a humorless laugh before taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

"Oh, really ? And you decided to visit the hospital where she's working because of course you didn't know that the slashers would react badly ? Pass them for true monsters in her eyes ?"

H/N seemed dumbfounded for a moment before he frowned and shook his head.

"You got me all wrong, sir. I love Y/N. Always have. Always will. And I genuinely wanted to meet her patients because I am interested in her. Nothing else."

He looked genuine, but Norman refused to believe it. He crossed his arms over his chest and a shadow covered his eyes for a moment.

"You won't take her away from us.", he told him and H/N sighed before replying.

"You must understand. I didn't force Y/N into anything. She loves me. She chose me. And no matter what you say, it won't change that."

"...What if I kill you ?", he shot back and H/N's eyes widened at the threat. You had always talked of your uncle with such utmost respect, he thought he ought to feel the same. But, what he saw in front of him was not the darling and sweet uncle you had described to him.

"Y/N would know.", he answered and Norman chuckled darkly.

"She's a big girl. She'd be sad of course. But, that's why she would have her loving uncle to look after her."

H/N felt afraid for the first time today. He had spent the entire day with slashers in a mental hospital. Murderers. Cannibals...But, it wasn't until he met him and his eyes crossed Norman's that he truly felt scared. Because instead of being inside, the only true danger to his love was here. Outside. Free as a bird. And it scared him to no end.

"The only monster I saw today is standing right in front of me. The other slashers understood to let Y/N have her happiness. But you...You refuse to let go."

"I love her. She is my family.", he told him. However, Norman didn't expect your boyfriend's answer as his brow furrowed and he suddenly decided to stand tall in front of him. He then openly accused him.

"No. She's your prisoner. You are so afraid you are going to lose her that you won't let anyone else close to her. Don't you see ? You're so afraid she might leave forever that you're ready to kill me. So, she may never be happy. Just so you may be. You're selfish. And I feel so sorry for you. Because you may pretend that you love her all you want, but I see you. You don't love her, because you don't know how to love."

Norman's eyes widened and for once, he was speechless. He opened his mouth, but you got out just at that moment and smiled as you saw the two men so close to each other.

"Aww...You finally bounded !", you exclaimed enthusiastically before locking your arms around your boyfriend's. Norman saw it and felt as if a lock had been closed on his heart.

"Come on, darling. Let's go.", your boyfriend said and lead you away.

Norman stayed behind and saw the two of you walk away with gritted teeth. He wanted to cry. He wanted to protest. He wanted to shout.

DON'T LEAVE ME ! PLEASE ! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ! STAY ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU !

But, he didn't. He smiled and waved the both of you goodbye as your car drove past him. It wasn't until you were well out of view that he let his true colors show. His jaw twitched and he let out a deep sigh before turning towards the hospital. He was supposed to visit the slashers today for their "rehabilitation session"...He smirked and giggled darkly to himself.

The session would go a little differently today.

...

"How to escape a highly-secured hospital to go on a murder rampage ?" or as Freddy would elegantly call it "Fuck rehabilitation. Go psycho."

[slasherstories123]

heyy, if you're still doing stuff, I was wondering if you could do hcs for if Jason's s/o died in the river (maybe being killed by campers who didn't like them for dating jason) an then they came back to life- (somehow, y'know the camp is cursed)-and became a murderer like Jason but still loved him. I just randomly had the idea!

Jason’s reaction to you coming back to life

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When he saw you die, that man was devastated. He blamed himself for it and it made him even more angry knowing that he lost the only person besides his mother who truly loved him despite him being a killer and his deformity’s

He became more aggressive and angrier than anything, not showing campers or trespassers any mercy when he kills them. Each kill was brutal, even putting more traps out just to catch them.

His hands would always hurt due to how hard he gripped that machete, but he did it for you. He’s avenging your death just like how he did for his mother. But what he didn’t expect was to run into you as he was killing a trespasser.

As he was killing a man he heard a female scream, finding it weird since he didn’t hear her step or get caught in any of his traps so he followed her screams, seeing you there with one of his old weapons, his axe. Swinging forward and cut her back to where it was nothing but blood gushing out. Picking her up with great strength and throwing her down a hill that had rocks and sticks, practically killing her on the way down.

Your chest was moving at a rapid pace, eyes filled with nothing but rage. You noticed someone staring at you, looking over and seeing Jason. You dropped the axe, seeing your boyfriend rushing over to you and hugging you tightly.

If he could cry, he could, but his body trembled, you hugged him back, feeling safe again despite being like him now. “Hello to you too Jace…”

Your voice was raspy, but he still understood you, you still looked terrible, nearly looking like him but your skin wasn’t… rotten. Like his was.

He was so happy to have you back to him, but now that you’re a killer, he promised himself and to you that he’ll have your back when it comes to killing.

Jason taught you more skills and how to be stealthy like him, at first he didn’t like you killing, but you insisted too many times to where he accepted it. After a while, he started to be glad that he never said no to you.

[hrtz4alex2211]

One rule

pairing: sub!nate x sls!reader

summary 1: you and your triplet older brothers (nick matt and chris) have always been close, they have always respected your wishes and let you do what you want as you were an adult now. but they had one rule. dont. fuck. their. best. friend. but rules were never ment to be followed…

summary 2: it was finally your birthday, the day you have been wating for, your finally 21!! your older siblings throw a party for you constantly reminding you of their one rule. dont have sex with their best friend, nathan doe.

A/N: this is my first fan fic ever so if it suck im sorry.😭 and sorry for the 2 summarys i couldnt chose one bc they both are good😭 this will be 2-3 parts depending on the ending looks like for this fic

warnings: SMUTTTT, cursing, getting caught, crying, physical fighting, panic attack, mentions of alcohol, and probably more

"Y/N HURRY UP!" you hear your eldest brother nick call up to you as you finish up your no make up make up look. "IM COMING JEEZ NICK BEING A GIRL IS HARD Y'KNOW!" you scoff as you say that, putting your shoes on running down stairs where your 3 brothers wait looking at their phones.

"ahem im here lets gooooo" you cough out as they all look up at you and start walking "took you long enough.." chris mumbles earning a smack on the arm from you.

-

about twenty minutes later you arrive at the airport to pick up 2 of your best friends, madi and nate. you've had the biggest crush on nate since as long as you can remember but you have never told anyone but madi. when you finally see the two emerge from the crowds at the airport you run up to them.

"MADI! NATE! AHHHH!!!" you scream as you wrap your arms around both their necks for about 30 seconds before you pull back and look both of them in the eye

"well hello to you too then" nate laughs "hi Y/n/n!!! its been so long" madi says picking up the bag she dropped from seeing you and loading it into the back of the mini van. nate does the same stacking his bag on top of madi's and putting his backpack on top.

you all start to pile into the mini van after small talk but slowly realizing there wont be enough room for the four of you to fit in the back. "shit where am i gonna sit?" you say looking at matt who is sitting in the front seat waiting as everyone buckles up but you. he shrugs when you hear nate say "sit on my lap itll be fine." you look up at him with an eye brow cocked up.

"no ill be to heavy. ill sit on the floor its fine!" you say starting to crawl into the vans floor "no y/n thats dangerous. just sit on my lap ill live you weigh practically nothing!" nate says as you roll your eyes and finally agree to this decision, as you close the door. you wiggle around on nates lap to make yourself comfortable. you hear him grunt as you finally find a comfortable position and lean back in his chest.

"whats wrong, am i too heavy?" you ask looking back at nate. "no your fine just getting myself comfortable too!" he says smiling his warm smile at you as matt hits a speed bump making nate grunt again but this time you ignore it leaning back on nate's chest and slowly falling asleep to the sound of small chatter floating around the car.

-

when you wake up you find a sleeping madi and you in new clothes with no make up. madi must have changed you and taken off your make up after you fell asleep in the car. you get up and go downstairs checking the time on your phone 11:37 PM you read as you groaned rubbing your eyes as you make your way to the kitchen already seeing a light on. you walk into the kitchen to find a snacking nate at the island, you giggle as you walk over to your fridge and grab a small yogurt cup.

"hello sleepy head" nate says looking at you through his lashes as he takes a bite from the cereal bowl in-front of him. you walk over and sit next time him setting your yogurt and spoon down as you look into his eyes "hello pretty boy" you whisper, a smirk threatening to spread across your face as you see his eyes widen from the nickname he hasn't heard you use in months.

"ive missed you y/n.." he says as he looks at your lips then back to your eyes, you doing the same. "ive missed you too nate" you smile at him and you jsyt stare into each others eye before the buzz of your phone breaks the trance. its nick. you groan opening the message.

from : nicky pooh 11:41 why are you up i see the kitchen like on

you laugh as you type a response

to : nicky pooh 11:41 i got hungry, snacking with nate. sorry to wake you we'll be in bed soon promise

from: nicky pooh 11:42 fine, make it quick im tired and that light is bright shining through my door. love u 🫶🏼

to : nicky pooh 11:43 lol sucks to have a broken door dont it, love u to🫶🏼

"sorry about that." you chuckle putting the phone down and looking back at nate who looks like his eyes never left your face. you turn to open ur yogurt are you are actually hungry, making nate do the same to finish off his cereal as you devour the yogurt in 6 big spoon fulls. you both get up at the same time him making his way to the sink and you to the trash, he puts his bowl and spoon in the sink as you throw away the yogurt container and walk over the nate leaning on the sink.

you lean really close to nate looking up at him slightly as you place your spoon in the sink. your stomach slightly grinding against his crotch making him groan. you lightly gasp as you feel his growing hard-on press into your stomach. you back up taking nates hand and dragging him to the guest room where he will be staying making sure to close and lock the door as you walk over to the boy pushing him down on the bed as you climb onto him so your straddling him

"fuck y/n what a-are you d-doing?" he asks worried about nick matt and chris. you can see it in his face thats what hes scared about. "im doing what you clearly want." you say palming his growing erection getting a loud whimper from nate. you push a hand over his mouth. "shhhh we dont want my brothers or madi to hear do we now?" you say earning a frantic head shake from nate as you begin to fiddle with the waist band of his pajamas pants soon after pulling them down as he starts to take your top of leaving you in your bra before you hear a small knock at the door startiling you both as you quickly pull your top back on and him pulling up his pants as you both stand up.

"yo nate!" chris says before he jiggles the locked handle. "whys the door locked? bro let me in!" chris says jiggling the door more as you run and hide behind the desk thats set up in the corner of the room.

"sorry forgot to unlock it after i got changed earlier, whats up?" nate says before looking over at you quickly and back to chris. "me and matt are going on a late night drive you coming? im asking y/n and madi after you." chris says, nate eyes widen. "s-sure uh i can ask the girls if you want to head downstairs, i need to piss anyway." nate says looking over at you again for a second then looking back at your brother

"alrights sounds cool, see you downstairs soon?" chris says walking away and pointing at nate "you got it!" nate says as he slightly closes the door and looks at you. "you down to go for a drive?"nate says pointing at the door "fuck yea i am!" you say standing up running to your room slowly opening the door to see a dead asleep madi "i guess madis not coming!" you say pulling on a hoodie and changing your shorts into long pajama pants.

"fine by me" nate responds walking out the room and down the steps as you follow close behind. after you guys drove around for awhile you went back home and all parted ways to you room. seeing as you had to get stuff ready for tomorrow, your big birthday party!

a/n reallllyyyyy long first chapter so sorry but next will be shorter ish and better i promise! i was also crying at myself while writing this it was so bad so hope you enjoyed😭😭

tags: @k4tixzz @hysteria-things @lovingmattysposts

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡「 Affection Prompt 8 」⋆｡

◉ Sinopsis; listening to them when they vent

◉ feat; Loona

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"I swear to fucking Satan, I'm gonna punt a motherfucker into the next afterlife. UGH!!"

In the room over, you can hear Loona's muffled screams- and what sounds like a garbage can being kicked around. After a good fifteen minutes of what can only be described as the sounds of pure rage, it seems Loona tires herself out- at least physically. You hear a knock on the door to your office, and Loona enters when she hears your affirmative, "Come in."

Loona trudges into the room wiping her face, eyes strained from crying. At first, she whips around, ready to slam the door before taking a breath and closing it gently. She slumps into the chair across from you, throwing her head back and groaning. For a moment neither of you speak up. Then, Loona lifts her head and somewhat straightens her posture.

"I'm uh.. Sorry if you heard any of that. It's been.. ugh. It's been a day, you know, " she growls, pulling a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of her pocket. Loona huffs, tapping one out of the box. "Y'know, I really fucking try at this job and nobody- nobody takes me seriously! I'm just 'Blitzø"s hellhound,' and do you know how infuriating that is?"

She takes the cigarette between her fingers, lifting it to her mouth and lighting it. Loona takes a long drag before leaning back and puffing the smoke out toward the ceiling. "I don't know.. It's so fucking frustrating to not be seen by anyone" she sits up quickly, looking at you, "you don't do that though! You get me. And you're like, one of the only ones who gets me. And that's nice, but sometimes.. I wish I had more people who got me. You know?" She takes another drag.

You take a moment, thinking of what to say; wanting to offer comfort, but not wanting to invalidate how Loona feels. . "Yeah, no matter how much I love you- and I love you a lot," you wink, "you deserve to have more people who can understand an support you. I totally get what you mean," you say. You sit back in your chair, gesturing to the cigarette between Loona's fingers. "Now put that out before you set off the fire alarm," you chide playfully.

"Shit- sorry," Loona hurriedly puts the cigarette out, tossing it into the trash can. "And um.." She scoots to the edge of her seat, tail swaying gently. "Thanks for listening to me.."

"Anytime."

You and Loona sit in your office, finding comfort with one another. There's no need to rush to a solution. No one gets anywhere being told to just "cheer up". So for a while you sit together, sharing a burden.

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[stars-n-spice]

Thoughts on s3 ep 07!

fuckin bitchass episode broke my "no crying streak" of fuckin,, one episode, fuck you

anyways,, y'all know the drill,, spoilers and me screaming under the cut!

i love commander wolffe so much

when the clone assassin (who is Tech,, let's just be honest here,,) got out from under the rocks I was like, "Hey what the fuck,, that should've KILLED you" and was also like "ok so that's definitely Tech, why the fuck does he keep coming back??"

wolffe being like "these are clones" gave me so much hope,, baby I hope you come around and join your brothers,, I am BEGGING

something something,, being defective,, not following orders,, the clone assassin operative,, yeah,,

uGH wolffe looks so so so good in TBB animation

Batcher licking Nemec :(

Crosshair does a lot of,,, "I'll handle it",, he wants to feel useful I'm - :(((((

shakey hands,, ughhhh

the "operative" is surviving WAY too much for him not to be important

"we need to go" - "we're waitin on you" :(((

"she only bites half of the time" OH MY GOD,, PLEASE

I love you Batcher, you are the best girl

GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH - IT DON'T BITE - YES IT DO,,

lmao i really thought they were going to get away and then they got fucking shot down,,

Wrecker's groan when Batcher jumped on him to get out of the ship asldkf;a

I'm so happy about Wrecker not getting a lot of screen time but I'm also not,, because to me less screen time means less of a chance of him dying or something but it also means less of me getting to see him

but everything he does on screen is wonderful,, he's amazing and I love him and he could just be standing there in the background just breathing and i'll be acting like he just blew up the death star or something

CROSSHAIR IS SUCH A GIRL DAD

I cannot get over Crosshair and Omega's dynamic oh my GOD

Star wars, you can't give us this good of a dynamic for only ONE season,, PLEASE let them survive

him checking up on her,, making sure she has all her things and sticks close :((( FUCK

I love how it sounds like it's physically hurting Crosshair to ask Omega if she's good and has her things together,, that's so funny to me

"You're just as bad as Hunter" - "Oh, I'm much worse." OH MY GOD.

screaming crying throwing up

i went, "Nemec and Howzer better not die" AND THEN LIKE TWO MINUTES LATER NEMEC GOT FUCKING SNIPED

i was so mad

CMON

Howzer changing his mind about Crosshair :(( wondering if he's thinking about Hera :((((

"Loyalty meant something to me" UGHHHHH, fucking,, AGGUHHH,, the essays that could be written on Crosshair and loyalty,, FUCK

oh the way Crosshair is as open as he is to talk about what happened :(((

godDAAMMNN

when Wrecker did the thing,, where,, he like,,, he um,, y'know,, like the,, move where,, and he,, he bashes,, bashes uh the two,,, bashes two heads together,, and knocks them unconscious,, hmm, yeah,,,

WRECKER PROTECTING BATCHER?!?!

that man is perfect oh my god,, fucking HELL,, I want him so badly,,

"I don't like that idea" - "too bad" AGHHHH YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

something something Crosshair doing the most to feel useful and needed UGGHHH

hey is it just me or did the animation for the water with the waterfall look,, like,, weird?? or strange?? idk,, it just seemed off to me

ALSO THAT FIGHT?? fuck that was cool

also if that really is Tech,, Crosshair got his ass handed to him by Tech lmao

BUT ALSO IF THAT WAS TECH,, the fucking angst man,, he seriously almost killed Crosshair,, holy shit

Howzer's new look is so,, MMh,, the,, fuck,, the holster straps on his thighs,,, the pouch on his chest,, ughh

the fact that these operatives like,, KNOW Crosshair,, they KNOW he went through the program and didn't comply the way he should've,, idk,, it's just,,

"you chose the wrong side" FUCKING LEAVE HIM ALONE MAN YOU'RE GOING TO KEEP MAKING HIM QUESTION SHIT AND HIS PLACE IN EVERYTHING FUUUCCCKK

Crosshair looked fucking terrified during that fight and for good reason too he was getting his ASS handed to him (granted he doesn't have much of one but still-)

also,, him being not super great in hand to hand combat got me thinking because,, dude's a sniper,, he keeps his distance,, his thing is long range shit,, and fucking,, boy if that doesn't reflect on his character,, not wanting to get close,, keeping a distance,, MAN

HOWZER TO THE RESCUE <33

for the like,, third time my assurance that this operative is Tech was ruined as he fell down that waterfall but I am a fucking FOOL

Crosshair said "thanks" that's fucking crazy

OH I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT REX AND WOLFFE HAVING A FACE TO FACE TALK (hunter and Cross take notes)

UGGHHH SO HAPPY I GOT TO SEE WOLFFE'S BEAUTIFUL FACE

i was so scared when Wolffe was like "I'm a soldier of the Empire" BABY YOU'RE NOT

PLO KOON COME GET YOUR SON AND FORCE GHOST TALK SOME SENSE INTO HIS FINE ASS

but then he let them go :((

Gregor showed up on the screen and I fucking,,, I fucking swooned

wolffe is going to be in SO much trouble after this,, oh my god,, I'm so scared for him

BUT THAT BETTER NOT BE THE LAST TIME WE SEE HIM FUCKING HELL

did i mention how fucking fine Wolffe looks in TBB animation??

there's so many fucking wide shots of,, characters on opposite ends of each other,, like,, fucking hell,, i get it

WE GOT THE SEELOS TRIO IN A SCENE TOGETHER AGUUHHHH

Gregor you are so fine

his new armor,, ughh

WOLFFE fucking,, mmmh,, shit

fucking knew the operative would survive that shit,, fucking hell

alrighty folk BUCKLE up,, seems like the next episodes we're going to start getting some confirmations about Omega!

cried when Rex and Wolffe were talking to each other

i was so happy the "i thought the end of the war would be the end to losing our brothers" conversation from the trailer was here because I was scared it was going to be a conversation that was going to happen after losing Echo or something,,, for now he's safe

ugh,, i already miss wolffe