#the there's not a day one absolutely ruins me everytime i remember it

[theangelsheardyou]

Ranpo loves praise♡

Bottom!RANPO X Top!Fem!READER

| Praise kink, use of "Mommy" and "Baby", submissive Ranpo, creampie |

Ranpo loves praise.

It's so cute seeing a man who seemed so sure of himself be absolutely ruined just by a couple kind words.

Just a little compliment here and there, and Ranpo was putty in your hands.

It was dark that night, the only light coming from the moon itself as it danced its way in through the window. It crept up the floorboards until it reached the two of you.

Ranpo was deep inside of you, fucking you slowly and desperately. He knelt between your legs, his grip loosening and hardening against your thighs, keeping them apart lazily. His eyes were barely open, and in the darkness you saw only bright green slits staring back at you, awaiting your approval.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, dear..." you cooed, finding the tired rhythm of his movements sweet and cute. He was such a baby, your baby after all. All he wanted all day was your pussy, especially after you'd been teasing him all day with those thigh highs that cupped the fat on your legs beautifully. Several times throughout the day, he thought he was going to cum on the spot everytime you leaned over to hand him some paperwork, or gently caressed your thighs knowing he was watching, or simply walking past, allowing your sweet aroma to fill his nose and in turn his dirty thoughts. But he made it, he was good, and he went the whole day without cumming or jerking off. That deserved a reward.

"Ahn, ah, M-Mommy..." He whined, his approval battery suddenly drained so quickly, desperately asking for more of your delicious praise.

"Yes, Baby?" You asked, as if you didn't already know what he wanted.

"M-Mommy, am-am I doing g-good?" He asked as he tried thrusting into you faster, hoping to please you more. Silly boy, just the thought of him not being enough for you was torture for him. He needed validation, he needed your praise.

"Yes, dear, you're doing so good..." you cupped his cheek with your hand, caressing him lovingly. "So good for me, such a good boy..."

"M-Ma...Mommy...." He moaned, slowly reaching his limit.

That's when you decided to bring in the big guns.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, fucking me so well. So good for me, so good for Mommy...." you added a couple moans here and there, making sure your voice was as sultry as possible, knowing it made Ranpo go crazy.

His hips started stuttering and his grip on your thighs tightened. "M-Mom-Mommy!! Hah, hah...Mommy!!" He whimpered as he slowly reached his release.

That's when you started tingling all over, his cock reaching your sweet spot more and in a faster pace, you held onto his back to keep him close as you both came together.

Ranpo was breathing heavily now, thrusting in slowly, just once or twice, savoring what was left of that feeling, before slowly pulling out with a grunt.

He looked beneath him to find your pretty little pussy, liquids shining in the moonlight like wet little stars. His cum spilled out of you, overfilling your hole nicely. You put on your panties and let down the nightshirt that had been previously pulled up above your breasts, pulling your beloved into a sweet goodnight kiss.

Ranpo finally caught his breath within your mouth. "Please," He pleaded. "One more?"

"No, no, we have work in the morning, remember?" You said, watching him pout like a spoiled little child, it was so cute to see.

"Reeaaally?" He asked again as you pulled him into the covers. "Yes, really, now go to bed, Kunikida-san will yell at you for making us late."

"Why would it be my fault?!" He whined.

"Cause I'm blaming you, of course!" You teased. "Plus, I'm the one who has to shovel cum out of my pussy and take a pill tomorrow, it's only fair."

"Fine." He pouted, getting under the covers to go to sleep.

"But I know you're just doing this just so I'll be extra horny tomorrow."

"Ah, so I guess you don't need those glasses to deduct me."

"Of course! I'm the greatest detective, you know!"

"Of course dear. Goodnight."

"Hmmph. Goodnight."

As Ranpo slowly fell deeper into his sleep, you caressed him, twisting and twirling his black hair around your fingers as you silently read your book.

Ranpo sure does love praise.

[spacebaby1]

i heard “chifuyu girls, wya” AND I WAS IMMEDIATELY SUMMONED.

OKAY SO CAN YOU TRY WRITING RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS (before and during) WITH CHIFUYU AND AN ISFP READER

Chifuyu could remember in detail on the day he met you. He saved you from an older guy that had bad intentions while you had zero idea about the situation since you thought that guy was just being friendly until he got too touchy and took a big bite of Chifuyu's foot in his mouth. Chifuyu would never forget the look you had when you both ran from that guy; you looked at him like he was a comic book hero.

Since you both went to the same school it wasn't hard to find him around with his friends but at first you'd just stand by the wall sneaking glance at him because you thought he was one of the infamous "bad boys".

Oh you were wrong! He's an absolute softie. You had decided to talk to him one day when he wasn't around his friends so even if he rejected your friendship it will be fine because you were both alone.

You stood in front of his table and held out the chocolate box and he blinked at you confused, "for helping me that day. A thank you gift." He smiled and took it, "thank you! That's so sweet of you." Your face light up at his words and you spoke, "Wanna be friends? I don't really have many friends and you seem cool! Do you ready manga?" Chifuyu almost passed out at how adorable your smile was.

Friends to lovers!

Chifuyu hated going to school but now he loved it because he'd meet you every morning and you always had that soft smile on your lips.

He's your personal bodyguard (everyone is jealous) he's so protective over you because you have it a bit hard to understand if the person infront of you is trying to harm you.

He notices how you have a hard time talking to new people but you're too talkative everytime you are with him; it even took you too long to warm up to Baji but still you're always hanging on Chifuyu's arm.

You patch him up after his fights and listen to him explain everything patiently, unlike others who often brushed Chifuyu's explaining off.

You two don't judge each other no matter what. Chifuyu always looks at you with adoration when you're just chilling in your room as you rambling about your dream house away from the city.

He was terrified when he realised that he liked liked you because he didn't want to ruin your friendship. But he also hated how everyone around you thought they could have you.

It was another day; both of you sitting in his room reading one of his manga when he just asked you “i have something to tell you, y/n. I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like, but I think we could work. Would you be my girlfriend? I'll promise to always protect you." You just blinked at him then smiled and jumping in his arms, "you promise?" He nodded happily, holding you tight and ruffling your hair.

Late-night star gazing when you text him that you can't sleep and he'll be there so admire the stars with you (he looks at you instead of the stars because you're his bright star.)

He's so gentle with you that even when holding hands, he'd make sure not to squeeze your hands more than you're squeezing his hand.

Gives you kisses when you're upset because sometimes it's hard for you to explain what you are feeling and his soft kisses are comforting.

You remember the tiniest details about him, and it makes him fall in love with you over and over.

holding each other close in silence because it's easier than puring your love for him in words.

cuddling and cosying up together, being all physical every time you hang out (he's just a soft boy!)

[lizzyflowers]

" Are you satisfied now, Dream? "

DS!Nightmare & DS!Dream by Onebizzarekai Art by me [@lizzyflowers]

Ramblings below:

That one post of Kai saying that even if Dream managed to kill Nightmare, it would leave a gaping hole in his soul. Leaving him feeling empty and hurt, absolutely regretting killing the only other person that he loved.

I feel like after that, Dream would just drown himself in his work, anything to not focus on the pain of killing the person he convinced himself he didn't care for. That he was sure was the reason for the misfortunes and evil of the world. Oh how blind he was.

The guilt would consume him and he wishes he could hold Nightmare's lifeless corpse forever but he has an organization to run and he can't ruin himself like this for eternity. He definitely would still visit the kids at the orphanage, but sometimes he just needs to a moment to himself. Now more than ever.

He keeps Nightmare's body tucked away in a casket somewhere deep in the castle where nobody else can find but him. Maybe he would visit sometime, maybe he would talk to Nightmare as if he was still alive. He's not delusional, he knows Nightmare is long gone, but he likes to think that the other is listening. He is.

Did he change his ways of dealing with criminals? No. Of course not, he would have to listen to Nightmare first to even consider it, but now Nightmare's gone. Now, he's much more brutal and swift with his targets.

He would no longer feel anything as he slays another man down, only separating their faces with Nightmare's because everytime he ends another life in the name of justice, it reminds him of that day all over again. The same hurt face, the same blood, the same corpse, the same soaked clothes, the same tainted claymore.

He's reminded of it every. single. time.

Ink notices the change, and he would know why. He would try helping his boss but he isn't really great at comforting others. Maybe he'll try organizing the usually tidy desk that's now left messy and unorganized. Maybe he would remind Dream to rest or eat/drink something. Funny, it used to be him being reminded by Dream, not the other way around.

Cross is... well i remember if Nightmare did get killed, Cross would get consumed by rage, allowing XChara to take control and letting him on a rampage. Getting him killed in the process to protect the masses. Angered by your close friend's (possibly crush/lover's?) death, dying by the same hands to keep everyone else safe.

Error? God, how would Error even feel. Losing both of your closest friends by one person leaving you alone, again. The only person that he could trust with touch is gone. The person that he would joke and watch anime with is gone. How devastated would he be?

Blue... well, he could take this opportunity to try and convince Error to come with him, he won't be alone anymore with an old friend now would he? But Error knows better, he knows better now with the help of Cross and Nightmare. How dare Blue try to insinuate that he replace them with Blue so easily, that Blue could just saunter up to him after he lost his two close friends?

But maybe in another timeline, Error, still so hurt and grieving, blindly accepts Blue's offer because he doesn't want to be alone. Not again.

God i am NOT OKAY ABOUT THIS, GAHHHH

[gojolvs]

I still want you.

Chapter 4

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

Falling in love with the Satoru Gojou wasn’t an easy task. You truly love him but will this come to an end?

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating gojo, baby daddy gojo.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you'd like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message, also excuse my writing I got too lazy to edit it lolll.

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Opening the door you couldn't believe it. Grabbing all your belongings you silently sobbed. He actually cheated. The man you desired and loved every single day had cheated on you and had felt zero remorse. All you could feel was abhorrent towards your husband. Even calling him your husband was bad enough. Walking into the house you could feel the coldness. Sighing you could slightly see your breath. Initially, you called yourself crazy for thinking Satoru might love someone else. You couldn't believe he did that to you. In spite of everything, you desperately wanted this marriage to work. Not being able to believe what your own eyes saw you tried pinching yourself, trying to see if you were dreaming. Hoping this was nothing more than a dumb dream and that you awoke to your husband hugging you tightly. Unfortunately to your demise this wasn't a dream. This was the harsh reality, a reality you couldn't seem to accept no matter what.

In a state of sadness and anger, you felt like you had been punched in the stomach. You felt totally dismayed. All you could do was sob. It felt like you had been stabbed in the throat. Did he fall out of love so long ago? She was everything you weren't. She had beautiful long brown hair, her eyes were a dazzling shade of hazel. She was tall and slim, she had a beautiful figure and her curves were literally perfect. She had the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. It broke your heart knowing that Satoru left you for an amazing person. What a sight for sore eyes you thought. You weren't even half as pretty as she was. You loved him so much you just couldn't let go. Satoru was and is your husband but it hurt you so much. Did the 4 years of marriage mean nothing to him? Did all the memories you created together mean absolutely nothing???

Opening the bedroom door you were hit with a wave of sadness. Seeing your cute little stuffed animal that Satoru had won in those stupid carnival games, breaking your heart every more. The excruciating silence that made you feel empty and alone. Just remembering seeing him so happy left you with a sore heart and tightened chest. Tears streamed down your face as your cries echoed through the room. You felt your heart breaking with each sob that left your lips, and your tears seemed to never stop flowing. The sound of your cries were so loud and powerful that it seemed to fill the entire room. You were such a mess. It felt like your whole world came down crashing on you. Your once husband had fell in love with another woman. Despite your attempt to save this stupid marriage that couldn't be saved to begin with left you dumb-founded. Your doleful eyes continued to sob as you remembered all the good times you spent with your husband.

Why is it so cold? Why is it so go damn cold in this fucking room. Seeing the marriage photo at your night stand you grabbed it, with anger you threw it at the ground seeing how the picture you once loved so much meant nothing to you. You couldn't care less if Satoru came home now, seeing how u ruined your so called "lovely home".

What was so much better that she had that you didn't? She wasn't the one who awaited for his arrival. She wasn't the one who wouldn't stay up late at night waiting for a call or even a simple text. No, she was the one who had gained all his love and attention. Not you, never you. Grabbing your hair you fell onto your bed. Bringing your knees up to your chest you tried your best to not cry. Despite everything all you could do was cry. Why did she win? Did you do something wrong?

Im sorry I was the one who caused the arguments, im sorry I was the one who was being "over dramatic" or maybe sorry I was the only one who cared about this damn marriage. You curled up in a ball, burying your face in his pillow as the tears streamed down your face. You never felt so alone, so helpless, and so broken that the only thing you could do was cry in your bed. You lay on the bed, and his smell still lingered in the sheets. You thought you had moved past the pain, but the scent of his cologne brought it all back in a wave of hurt and betrayal. You had trusted him, and he had broken that trust. You had never expected that he would do something like this to you.

Feeling so weak you didn't even care if Satoru came in and saw you like this. At this point you just wanted this whole day to end. Despite knowing that he had cheated on you, you still found yourself eagerly awaiting his arrival. The feelings you have for him were so strong that you couldn't help but hope he would come back and make things right. Even though your head told you to turn away, your heart could not give up on him. Getting up you walked towards the restroom. Washing your face you felt a certain chest pain When you finally looked into the mirror, your eyes were red and swollen from all the tears you had shed. you couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in your chest as you gazed upon your tired reflection. It was a reminder of how much you had been struggling and how far you still had to go.

"Y/N?" There he was. It was him who broke your heart, who had your heart in a tangle. Seeing your frail appearance, his eyes widened. His hand caressed your face as he ran to your side, "Are you okay?" He asked, "What's wrong?" Slapping his hand away you scoffed.

All of a sudden he fucking cares huh? As you got out of the restroom, you pushed him away from yourself . You felt discomfort in your feet as you walked towards the side of the bed. Seeing the glass photo you had of your wedding day. "Get away from me Satoru." Walking towards the bathroom you tripped groaning in pain after your foot had been stabbed by the small shards of glass

You felt Satoru walk towards you, picking you up bride style before walking towards the restroom and placing you on top of the sink. "Let me see" grabbing your foot he saw the small glass shards deep in your skin. Flinching when he touched it your eyebrows furrowed. "Let me help you." You felt tears starting to form, shaking your head you bit your tongue.

He grabbed the small medkit that was under the sink, carefully he grabbed small tweezers. Swabbing a bit of alcohol on the sole of your foot you sighed. You could see a bit of lipstick smudged in his jacket. We're you really that clueless? Did you never see anything that didn't belong to you? Or where you just too scared to admit that there was another women in his life.

"Who is she?" Looking up his eyes widened. He quickly looked down, taking out the small glass before applying antiseptic on the sole of your feet. Bandaging it he got up, washing his hands he looked at you with a gentle smile.

"There you go, all done." Opening the bathroom door he stopped in his tracks. Gojo looked at you confused perking himself up in shock and confusion. "What?" he replied.

"Satoru answer me. Who is she?" Getting up you moaned in pain. You couldn't believe he was ignoring you, not answering a simple question. You scoffed at his reaction. He clearly heard you the first time but he pretended to not. "You could've told me you fell out of love but instead you stayed with me and lead me on." You couldn't even cry anymore.

The white haired man was stuck and had no idea what to say. "Who's who?" He turned to face you, grabbing your hand you pulled it back. Who does he think he is? He broke your heart. You laughed at his words looking at him you couldn't believe who he had become.

"Who's the girl you kissed in the cafe Satoru thats who. Who's the girl you fell in love with." Biting your lip you hoped he called you crazy and denied the whole time but he didn't, He didn't even care. "What did I do wrong Satoru? Is she that much better than me? Did our marriage and kid mean nothing to you when you were out with her while I cried my fucking ass off?" Your heart ached

You couldn't do this anymore. This wasn't the Satoru you once fell in love with. No this was just a random man who meant absolutely nothing to you. "I love you Y/N." You were taken aback by his words, and in a fit of rage, you slapped him. You couldn't believe that he would say those words after he had betrayed your trust. You felt hurt and angry, and you wanted him to feel the same way.

"I can't believe you," you scoffed. After all he's done, how could you believe him when he says he loves you?

"You expect me to believe your bullshit? You can't love two people at the same time Satoru. You just fucking can't." You snapped pushing him away from you. He hung his head low, he didn't even say a single word back. You sighed "I want a divorce."

He was taken back, his eyes widened and his fists clenched. "What?" Attempting to grab your hand you pushed him away again. You couldn't believe he was acting like this. Acting like this marriage meant nothing to him. "I want a divorce Satoru. Go be happy with her." He forcibly hugged you tightly, he couldn't loose the only person that understood him.

You gulped heavily, "Don't touch me." You whispered shakily. "You got what you wanted didn't you?" You scoffed, a hiccup following shortly after and you looked at him with pure doubt written across your face.

Not a single tear came out, you felt your face feel numb. You felt so cold, sighing while clasping your hands together. Rubbing them together to try and get some sort of warmth out of it. Grabbing your purse you exited the room, Satoru quickly following behind. You knew this marriage was over when Satoru didn't even fight over this. When he just completely gave up on trying to explain himself. You should've known his loyalty didn't even stand high enough for you.

Just to make matters worse the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" Leaving the room you had seen the desperation in Satorus eyes. Opening the door you could see a familiar face. Immediately wiping your tears the door swung revealing your little sister standing at the door frame. Seeing your face her heart dropped.

"Y/n? Are you okay?!" Her eyes widened when she noticed your fraile figure and your saddened face expression. "Im fine!" You said rubbing your neck and quickly plastered a fake smile. Seeing your little sister after years did help you a bit but you still couldn't stop thinking about him.

"Are you sure? You look so doleful." Walking inside the house she gave a small hug before placing a hand on your forehead "And your burning hot we should get you to a doctor."

"No im fine, enough about me how are you?" Staring at Satoru you gave him a look that basically screamed act normal.

"No Y/n, what's the matter?" She grasped your hand and placed it in hers. It doesn't matter how much she annoys you at times, you love your little sister so much. While looking down, you spotted an engagement ring. "What's wrong?"

"Is that?" You glanced at her and looked down at her ring finger. That's right, it was. Your little sister had gotten engaged. Despite being happy your heart broke already knowing that she was going to ask you a question you couldn't say no to. Oh god, you thought.

"Don't change the subject." Her eyes were laced with concern. Her eyebrows were scrunched a bit, her hands squeezed yours in return to your sigh. She was the best, your one and only sister you had. Looking at you she looked at Gojo raising one eyebrow.

"It's nothing really. You're engaged?" You felt appeasement seeing her eyes sparkle and the mention of an engagements. Maintaining eye contact you forced yourself to let out a small giggle. Crying you embraced your sister, hugging her tighter by the minute.

"Yes! And I was planning to ask you if you'd be my maid of honor and Gojo the main groomsman!" Feeling your heart ache after hearing his dumb name, your closed your eyes in despair. You couldn't ruin this for your sister, nodding you gave her a sweet and bitter smile. It'd be hard discussing with gojo about this marriage your sister was having. Having to pretend that everything was okay was going to be a difficult challenge. I guess you were just going to have to pretend that everything is fine between each-other, even though you knew it wasn't.

"Yes of course we can." Biting your lip you looked away, avoiding eye contact. Pursing your lips you decided to smile at your sister. Sumire was at your friends house Shoko. She instantly agreed to take care of Sumire while you went home and grabbed all of your belongings and moved in with your mother, but of course you had gotten distracted with your dumb feelings and went straight to your house. Your sister started talking about wedding stuff, making you uninterested at the conversation. You were about to get up and excuse yourself when a certain detail had caught your eye.

"And after everything I'm planning to have my wedding at Hawaii because that's where my fiancée was raised." Clasping her hands you could see the excitement in her eyes. Wishing you could go back in time and remember how happy you were when you planned your own wedding with your family. "Also we're going two weeks prior the wedding because I want all of us to get along so pack your suitcase and hire a babysitter for that little rascal Sumire."

Two weeks with Satoru by yourself, you couldn't even bare thinking about sleeping with him on the same bed after everything. Convincing yourself that you could do it you agreed to this stupid thing. You must really love your sister if you agreed to stay even one more week with your cheating husband.

“So pack your suitcase cause we leave in three days.” Kissing your cheek she excused herself yapping about how she had to do so much stuff she couldn’t stay any more longer. Closing the door you waved goodbye. Rubbing the bridge of your nose you didn’t want to face him again. Gojo was patiently waiting for you on the couch. He was scrolling on his phone before looking up to you.

“After her wedding im signing the divorce papers. As for now act like a normal couple, and don’t even think this means I forgive you Satoru because I don’t and i don’t think I ever will.” Walking away from him you closed the bedroom door. Not caring if he sleeps in the couch you fell onto the bed.

Im so fucked.

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Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 7 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

“Who is that? She is cute!” 

Goo remembers you. Of course Goo remembers you, he finds it hard to forget a pretty face.

You though. You’re something else.

The first time you flipped Gun off, he thought 'Oh well. Just Gun being Gun and pissing one night stands off.'

After the second time, and each time after that? He thought you were absolutely delightful. Especially when he glanced over at Gun’s reaction and he snorted everytime, rather than outright ignoring you like he usually does with his bed partners.

You must be special.

“No one.”

Goo feels his own anger simmering below the surface, “Liar. You’re lying to me.” 

He jabs Gun in the arm who takes no notice, learning early on that it’s better to ignore the blonde rather than get pulled into his mercurial moods.

Hmph. Gun is being tricky. No one has stuck around for this long. He doesn’t even let anyone stick around for seconds.

But today? Months on? Instead of flipping Gun off, you give him a little wave and a bright smile. Clearly, something has changed. What is that bastard hiding?

“Well, if she’s no one to you,” Goo checks out his reflection in a store window and adjusts his tie, “then maybe I can be someone to her.”

Gun takes a long drag on his cigarette, “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I can do her-”

“Stop.”

Gun is being tricky and protective. How exciting.

.

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“Why the fuck are you here?” Gun storms up to the figure lurking outside the building, their glasses glinting in the sunlight as they tilt their head back and survey the apartments above.

“Is that any way to greet your partner?” Goo flashes a greasy smile, “Just checking out the building. Thought about investing. Diverge my portfolio blah blah blah.”

“Then invest elsewhere. I don’t want to see you any more than I have to.”

“Ouch! Going right for the jugular!” Goo clasps his hand around his neck and pouts.

Damn, guess he would have to cut this short now that Gun is here to ruin his fun.

Just as Goo is about to slink away, he hears a voice. Someone who sounds far too happy to see that black-eyed demon.

“Hi Gun!”

Ah. There you are. 

Goo whirls around in time to see Gun giving you a small nod, and you tilting your head in confusion at his odd demeanour.

My my, you really are cute.

“Goo Kim,” The aforementioned sidles up next to Gun, thrusting his hand out to you and grinning, “I’m Gun’s boss… and friend.”

Gun gives Goo a furious look which does nothing to wipe the smile off his face.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m just a neighbour,” you take his hand and give it a quick shake.

“And what an adorable neighbour too! It must be a nightmare living next to Gun,”

“Ah he’s not so bad.” You flap your hand, giggling nervously and eyes darting over to Gun who seems like he's about to strangle him.

“Well that must be because you’re an angel! I work with the guy and it’s like hell every day. I-”

“Goo.” Gun gives him a sharp look but Goo presses on.

“Say, do you have a boyfriend?” 

The change in conversation gives you whiplash. Alarm bells going off in your head as you veer into dangerous territory.

“No…”

With a predatory smile, “Then how about a date, sweetheart?”

Time slows down as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Gun clenches his fist, but doing little else to show his rage. It’s nothing to do with him who you choose to see or bed (and he disregards his stomach lurching at the thought of your body pressed against someone else‘s). 

Still. How dare Goo ask you that. How dare Goo even utter those words. It’s true some people find Goo Kim charming yet Gun feels sick at the thought that you could be one of those people.

His eyes darken behind the shades as he looks at you, searching your face for an answer.

Your eyes flicker over to Gun, finding his face neutral. 

And you swallow down the lump in your throat.

You and Gun are not anything. Spending enough time together just to cross the threshold into acquaintances. Barely even friends. Just a peculiar song and dance barely held together at the seams.

Though. If you say yes to Goo (who really is very attractive in his own right), you’re not sure if Gun would share those strangely intimate moments with you anymore. The little smiles where it reaches his eyes.

It would be an unbearable loss if it were to stop.

“You’re not my type,” you drop your head and avoid looking at anyone. 

Time speeds back up again.

“Me?” Goo blinks owlishly, adjusting his glasses to get a better look at you, “I’m everyone’s type!”

“Sorry!” you sidestep him to take the coward’s way out, “I- I gotta go!” and break into a full sprint to somewhere. Anywhere.

Goo watches you, clutching his heart, “She sure knows how to treat them mean and keep them keen. I think I’m in love.”

Gun feels like he can breathe again.

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Gun is a light sleeper. 

You can’t be anything but in his line of work. Catching catnaps where you can and even then you sleep with one eye open.

The doorbell rings. Electronic chime echoing through his apartment, high and piercing as Gun jerks awake on the sofa.

He isn’t expecting visitors this time of night.

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…”

Gun takes one look at you, blanket wrapped around your shoulder, teary eyes, and lets you in anyway.

There must be something severely wrong with you to seek out Gun Park for comfort.

Not just wrong with you emotionally, but mentally too. Who looks at Gun and thinks, yes. This guy. This is who will comfort me.

Sure, he can do a lot of other things to you. But consoling is well outside his skillset.

He’s all jagged edges, where if you look at him wrong once, those edges will slit your throat without a second thought.

Maybe, Gun wonders, rummaging through his kitchen cupboard, that there is something wrong with how he is around you. 

Here it is.

Fingers grip around a dusty box and he pulls. Retrieving it after being shoved into a dark corner for who knows how long.

He eyes the expiration date, having gone off close to a year ago and shrugs.

(“Housewarming,” Kouji passed over the box of instant hot chocolate powder, as Gun’s brow furrows at the odd 'gift', “I stole it.”)

Passing you a mug of steaming hot chocolate, that Gun is a little relieved to see smells and looks fine, you cradle it in your hands.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “for waking you up.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

A pause. Then like an elastic band snapping, the words spill forth.All your worries and stress.

The cause of your sleepless night.

You apologise again for waking him up, talking about your lack of close friends that you can share any burden with. Ramble about the anxiety with your university course and pressure to succeed.

And the guilt. Because you don’t actually need to succeed anymore with your inheritance. The friends you previously were sort of close to casting you aside once they realised, and you weren’t happy to cough up to be their meal ticket.

The family you never really had, the grandmother you never had a chance to grow close to. How this pile of gold you now sit on does little to erase your trauma and issues.

Gun listens and listens and listens. 

Drawing from an unending well of patience when it comes to you. Watches you pause, bringing the hot chocolate to your lips and sipping. He looks at your hands, cupped around the mug and wants to hold it.

Intertwine his fingers with yours, run his thumbs over your knuckles, hold it against his lips and kiss it.

The seconds and minutes pass by.

Your words dwindle and the silence this time is calm. 

A long exhale escapes your mouth. A weight, lifted.

All Gun can bring himself to do is give you a few awkward pats on your hand.

Laughter bubbles out. The thought of the stoic and cool man sitting besides you attempting to offer a show of support with such stilted awkwardness throws any of your melancholy out of the window.

“You’re really funny, you know that, right?”

“Funny?” Gun repeats that word as if its an alien language.

Gun, in his mismatched set of clothes that you know still costs more than the average monthly salary. A god awful leopard print top that he somehow pulls off and track pants.

Hair not coiffed to his usual standard. Not even in a sexy bed head way. Just.. cute. And messy. Sticking up at all angles. Like a cat that got up on the wrong side of the bed.

You return his awkward pat by squeezing his knee and he jumps.

“Yeah, funny.”

.

.

Goo takes one look at the bags under Gun’s eyes and cackles.

“Good night?”

“...”

With a special someone?”

“...”

“With your neighbour?”

“No.”

That gets a response and Goo just grins harder.

“Oh my,” he chirps right into Gun’s ear, “Is our little Gun getting soft?”

[simplyalicee]

How about a reader who does everything to piss yandere wally off?

For example: stealing wally's apple and eating it in front of him, ignoring wally's speech and pretending he's not there, flirting with howdy in front of wally, among many other things...

(the reader is very angry for being kidnapped from the real world)

Love you? I hate you.

Yandere!Wally x Reader

Idea: Wally took you away from your home, separating you from your loved ones. Being forced into the neighborhood, completely unaware of your surroundings, you were more than pissed. So, you were going to do everything in your power to piss Wally off as well. Take away your comfort and you'll take away his joy.

Warnings: This post will contain kidnapping, obsessive behavior, one-sided love, jealousy, and stalking!! Hurt, no comfort

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If you hadn't gone on that stupid website like your best friend begged you to, you would've been at home by now.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Unknowingly as you scrolled and scrolled, intrigued by the secrets, you caught a certain puppet's attention. And his interest.

Even when you couldn't see him there, he could see you. But he couldn't hear you.

How he longed to hear your voice. How he longed to be near your presence. He wanted you, Neighbor.

He needed you.

Unfortunately for you, he got exactly what he wanted.

You don't remember how or what happened. You only remember the website. Everything went black. It felt like hours until you finally woke up.

But you weren't home.

Just barely did you recollect yourself enough to notice that you were now in the neighborhood.

Your thought process was slow. You were dazed for a good few minutes until panic finally decided to sink in.

You screamed, you cried for help. The neighbors grew worried and concerned for your well being. Confusion spreading all over, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them.

Not a good first impression.

With no way out, you were forced to stay and befriend everyone.

You got along with everyone. Well, almost everyone.

You couldn't help but get freaked out by Wally.

Whatever it is you are doing, you always felt uneasy around him. You could never pinpoint why, not for a little while anyways.

You'd always catch Wally staring at you, not blinking. He'd stare at you at whatever chance he gets. It freaked you out.

Wally would always call you on your telephone. The way he spoke to you made you shiver.

"Hello, Neighbor. Are you enjoying your stay?"

No, you hated it more than anything.

You've tried countless times to avoid him. Everytime you'd do so, you'd either find Wally secretly following you or he'd try to get up close to you.

Everyone else didn't think nothing of it, and assumed it was just Wally's way of expressing his feelings to you.

It was getting out of hand. It became bad enough to where Wally wouldn't allow you to see your other neighbors, not while he was around you and when you couldn't get away.

Why can't he just leave you alone?

It was one day that Wally finally decided to confess his feelings for you.

"I love you very much, Neighbor. Do you love me, too?"

Absolutely not. You weren't afraid to reject him on the spot.

Long story short, you and Wally got into a heated argument and he admitted to taking you from your world. From your own home, where you belonged.

You have never been so livid and angry in your life. You had enough.

If he was going to make you miserable, then damn it, you'll make him miserable, too.

From that moment on, you did whatever you could to upset, anger, piss him off. Make him feel any sort of negative emotion.

You ruined his paintings at any chance you got. Anytime you'd see him with an apple, you'd take it and eat it right in front of him. You ignored him at the best of your ability and tried to refrain eye contact with him.

Wally was getting very fed up with your behavior.

He did so much for you. He brought you into his very own neighborhood so he can finally have someone be his.

And you were being very, very complicated.

He's tried to keep calm, but it's been very difficult. Taking his apples made him frown. Destroying his paintings made him angry. But you, talking to anyone besides him? Made him beyond furious.

The final straw was when Wally was trying to get your attention. You weren't able to ignore him as well, so you relied on any neighbor that was willing to help. Partially out of boredom but also because you grew interested, you decided to try to flirt with Howdy in his shop.

The way Howdy looked away, all bashful and flustered made you feel happy, something you haven't felt in so long.

"Aren't you just a cute caterpillar? You just make me feel like butterflies around you!"

Wally had enough.

For the first time, Wally forcefully grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of Howdy's shop. You tried to break free but to no avail.

You were dragged into Home and forced into a locked room. You grew anxious and frantic. You tried screaming for help.

"They can't hear you."

Wally stared at you. This time, you couldn't break away from his gaze.

All of his pent up anger, sadness, frustration, all of that was being radiated off of him and it was then you grew scared for your safety.

"I will make you understand, Neighbor."

"I will make you love me."

"You are mine. Mine only."

"Why don't you love me?"

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I think I either got carried away or didn't write enough. This was my first take on this yandere stuff, so let me know what you guys think! <3

[fablesrose]

Ch 8 - The Three Days of the Hunter Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist 

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: The team is vying to steal a man's reputation back after a so called reporter ruins it. Plus you and Eliot team up a bit this time around ;)

Words: 4132

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“Now we’ve stolen a lot of odd things before, but how do we steal back a man’s reputation?” Hardison asked after the situation was explained to us. A man in a tragic school bus crash that killed two children had a slanderous story written about him and showed on air. It ruined this man’s reputation unfairly, and the news anchor is to blame for making it all up.

“We get the network to issue a complete apology and utterly disavow Monica Hunter’s story,” Sophie answered. 

We all glanced at Nate to see if he was going to add anything, to direct us in some way, but he didn’t. He just said, “Uh, Sophie’s gonna be doing this one.”

“What?” Eliot asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Sophie echoed, “I’m gonna be Nate on this one, only, you know, nicer.” 

“But, if you’re gonna be Nate, then who’s gonna be you?” Parker asked.

“You.”

“Me?”

“I don’t mean to obsess about the last time Sophie ran a con, but…” Eliot cut in, “I’m sorry, where we had to blow up the offices.”

“I don’t think you guys told me about that one…” I commented.

“Really? Because I don’t remember that,” Sophie defended.

“I do,” Hardison replied before turning to me, “It’s a sore spot… for all of us.”

I nodded, raising my hands with understanding.

“Um, Hardison, just run it,” Sophie tried to move on.

“Look, if you don’t mind,” Nate leaned over and whispered to Sophie, “I thought I would still do the ‘Hardison, run it’ thing so… Hardison, run it.”

We all looked at each other and at Nate with a look that said, ‘seriously?’ It took a moment before Hardison started the slides. He started explaining Monica Hunter’s show Hunt for the Truth and her little formula behind it, turning innocent people into the boogeyman. Any attempts at suing get buried in lawyers. I added in a few details from my own research on her as well. 

“Yeah, she demonizes perfectly innocent people for ratings, and then stands behind the network thinking they’re gonna protect her,” Sophie summarizes, “We’re gonna sever that relationship.”

“How?” I asked.

“We’re gonna get her to go on air with a fake story that just destroys her reputation,” Sophie explained. 

“Like when you find a crooked cop,” Eliot adds, “you know, all his cases go right out the window.”

“Exactly,” Sophie stands at the front of the room, “And then to protect themselves, they issue an apology to Mr. Pennington, and then they throw Monica Hunter into the jaws of the very media machine that she bent to her own malicious will.”

“Wow,” Parker comments, “I gotta say, Sophie’s briefings are much more dramatic.”

“And poetic,” Eliot adds.

“You see, what we need to do though,” Nate said, finding it hard to leave things alone, “what we need is, we gotta sell her a fake news story that she can’t refuse.” He walked to the front of the room, overtaking Sophie, “That’s what we gotta do, because what does she have? She has fame, she has money, what does she need?”

Sophie cleared her throat, setting him back on track to apologize and sit on the couch.

Sophie continued, “what does she have? She has fame, she has money, what does she need?”

I rolled my eyes with a huff before actually contemplating the question. Once I did, I quickly came to a conclusion, “Respect. Anyone with two eyes and a working brain thinks she’s a joke, an absolute dumpster fire. Let alone serious journalists.”

Hardison pointed at me in agreement, “Right. Look, these are emails from her agent and internal memos from the network.” He pulled them up on the screen, “See, everytime her contract’s up, she tries to go and get a job on a serious news show, but she gets laughed out of the room every time.”

“We can’t sell her respect,” Nate said.

“But we can sell her a story that commands respect,” Sophie remedied. “A story that she’s gonna chase to get the respect she craves. Pack your bags everyone. We’re going to D.C. to make news.”

We all watched her, inspired, but not sure what to do next.

“That’s when you wanna…” Nate gestured to walk away dramatically like he always does. 

“Let me do that bit again,” Sophie said, “Pack your bags everyone. We’re going to D.C. to make news.” She then walked out of the living room.

“She’s walking into the closet,” Nate pointed out.

We shrugged, but figured that was our cue to get a move on. 

After we arrived in D.C. Parker was sent in to make the first contact with the mark.

“I got the pass. Easy.”

“Parker, we went over this,” Sophie told her over comms, “You’re not supposed to take it. You’re supposed to get caught with it.”

“I don’t know how to get caught.”

“Yeah, I know it’s difficult to steal badly, just… just try.”

“Why isn’t y/n doing this part?”

“Because,” I answered, “I have about the same amount of confidence in acting and conning as you do Parker, if not less, and I don’t know how to steal at all. It’s easier to teach one skill at a time.”

“Fine.”

After some rustling and loud noises, Parker was finally ‘caught.’ After being confronted by Monica, Parker fled out of the building, of which she followed. Parker strung her along for a minute before disclosing what story she had, and why she needed Monica’s press credentials. 

“I have a story that will bring down… the president of the United States.”

I was waiting with Eliot for our cue to intimidate Monica and lead her to believe that something serious was going on. We stood in suits around the corner from our apartment that Hardison was waiting in with his conspiracy theory. I kept fidgeting with my suit as we waited for Parker to arrive with Monica. 

“Quit messing with it,” Eliot told me after I pulled at my sleeve again.

I looked over at him to see him messing with his tie, “Hypocrite.” I swatted his hands away and straightened it myself, avoiding his eyes that I could feel on me. 

“Are you nervous? We have a five second part, you don’t even have to say anything,” He said after I pulled away.

“Well the goal is to be intimidating, and I don’t think I am very intimidating,” I paused and deliberately straightened my coat, “and I’ve never been much of a blazer person.”

He chuckled, “okay, give me your intimidating look, let me judge it.”

I groaned, “It’s gonna be so bad, especially compared to yours.”

He nodded, urging me to do it.

“Fine,” I gave him my best glare, trying to be intimidating.

“That’s good,” he said, “but looks very intentional and almost forced, you want it to look effortless.”

I sighed, “how do I do that?”

“Give me a deadpan, annoyed look.”

My face relaxed as I obeyed him. 

He gently straightened my head as it had tilted to the side and directed my sight directly at him and his eyes. “Okay, now clench your jaw a bit and give me a tiny squint,” he looked at me for a moment while I adjusted my expression, “well, you look pretty intimidating right now, but I don’t know if it’d work on anyone with taste…”

I furrowed my brow at him before he finished.

“I think you look too good.”

That left me speechless and blushing. 

He smirked at me a bit before we heard Nate through the comms, “Eliot are you-”

“I have to warn you about my source,” Parker cut in, talking to Monica, “He doesn’t like strangers.”

That cued us to get closer so we could reveal ourselves when Monica was about to leave. We heard her dismiss Hardison and Parker, so we started our walk down the hallway. I positioned myself on the corner facing Monica directly when she opened the door leaving Eliot to walk past me, make eye contact with her and slowly turn around. She looked between the both of us before all three of us retreated to where we came from. 

We listened as Hardison and Parker sold Monica the story and then she left, talking to her coworker about stealing the story right from under Parker’s nose. Eliot and I smiled at each other as we walked into the apartment.

“Hunter’s hooked,” Eliot said as we walked in, joining the others.

“Our mark has a story and a source. We halfway home,” Hardison said. 

“Now for the hard part,” Sophie said, “We need to steal a general.”

“No,” Nate corrected, “it's ‘let’s go steal a general.’ You know, it's a rallying cry.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“‘We need to steal a general,’ it’s a little naggy. It’s kinda like ‘we need eggs,’ you know? ‘We need eggs.’” He repeated, emphasizing how low energy it was, “‘We need eggs!’ You know?”

Sophie just rolled her eyes and walked away.

“No, I’m just trying to give you a little…”

“You see what you did,” Hardison told Nate, following Sophie. 

“Eliot, these conspiracies aren’t real right?” Parker asked. 

“What do you mean?” He asked back. 

“Like the one over there that says all the major wars of the past fifty years were ordered by members of The Council.”

I looked over at the wall and back at them, suddenly intrigued by his answer.

“Parker, I’m not at liberty to discuss that with you,” he answered before walking away and following the other two.

“You’re not a member of The Council are you?” Parker asked humorously before becoming more serious, “Eliot?” She turned towards me and Nate, “Is he?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he answered, following the others. 

I quickly followed, before Parker could pry even more.  

Nate quickly turned towards me when I caught up, “By the way, was Eliot flirting with you before?” He didn’t let me answer before walking after him, “Eliot!”

Parker was still chasing after us, “Wait, is he?”

Later, I watched from a distance as Eliot distracted a general and lifted his badge, allowing Nate to take his place for a little while. 

“Alright, you guys have got to teach me some of this thievery thing,” I whined quietly, “How’d you lift that so smoothly Eliot?”

I could hear the smirk in his voice, “It’s all about practice sweetheart.”

“Eliot, don’t call my niece that,” Nate remarked through the comms. 

“He can call me what he likes, Nate. We’re all friendly here,” I replied, sending a playful eye roll at Eliot as he approached me.

“I don’t care, get ready for the walk by you two. Parker, what’s your 20?”

“Seconds away.”

Parker was asking Monica questions as they walked up the steps towards Nate’s newly acquired office. As they reached the top, Eliot and I walked somewhat near them, deliberately making eye contact with Monica. We walked a little ways apart and at a slightly different trajectory to suggest we weren’t there together, but close enough for Monica to get the picture that we were both there for her. I walked almost directly towards her and gently bumped her shoulder as I walked by, to send a bit of a message. 

“I knew it,” Monica said to Parker once I had passed out of earshot, “We’ve got a shadow.”

I smiled as the pass was successful, then left to prepare for the next phase, listening as Monica half interviewed Nate as a general and found incriminating evidence in his office. 

What we didn’t expect was Monica blowing off the story due to her ratings. She said that she sold fear to her viewers, to give them “a reason to lock their doors.” And this story didn’t do that. 

This prompted Sophie to up her game, “Alright, she wants fear…” Sophie concludes, “that’s what we’ll give her.”

This made me nervously look at Nate and Eliot who sat in the apartment with us. 

“This is how it starts,” Nate commented, which didn’t make me feel better. 

The next ploy was to hit Parker with a car. This task was given to me.

“Is there any trick to this where I don’t actually kill Parker?” I asked Eliot who was in the passenger seat.

“Just drive straight at her, she’ll do the rest,” he answered simply.

“Alright, if you say so,” I proceeded to drive at her and cringed as she jumped and rolled over the hood to make it look like I hit her. I threw the car in park and stepped out of the car, watching our surroundings, making sure my expression was stoic. 

Eliot got out and checked Parker making it look like he was looking for something. He eventually found a red folder, grabbed it, and returned to the car. We both got back in and I drove off quickly.

“Was she okay?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah, she seemed fine. Parker, check in once you’re clear.”

I listened as Hardison spoke to Monica, and led her away from Parker’s “dead” body. He hooked her on this even bigger development, and led her to meet with Nate. 

After that she responded, “I’m good, let’s go.” 

I drove around the block and picked her up on a corner away from the crowd, Hardison, and Monica. 

She got in the back seat and grabbed Eliot and I’s shoulders, “that was great! We should do that more often.”

Eliot looked over at me as I smiled a bit in relief, “See? Told ya, she’s fine.”

We rendezvoused at the apartment and listened as Nate spun Monica a story about nerve agents in the water, and how what used to be secret prisons, were actually safehouses for the rich and powerful. Nate gave her a call to action and let her loose. 

We observed as she tried to contact her sources, all of which Hardison artfully manipulated technologically to seem like they confirmed Monica’s fears about the story, even if not directly. It got to the point that we were watching her on the station’s security cameras and she was running around, clearly paranoid out of her mind. 

“Now that’s what I call control,” Sophie said.

“Yeah, we might’ve, uh, pushed too hard,” Nate commented. 

Sophie scoffed, “please.”

Then there was a knock at the door. And that knock belonged to Monica Hunter. We all dashed into the other room before Hardison answered the door. We listened as Monica insisted on getting video footage of the bunkers and took Hardison with her to help get it.

Once they were gone we exited the side room.

“Too much,” Parker commented.

“A little bit,” Eliot added sarcastically, taking a large swig of his beer. 

Nate raced after them to meet them at something that could look like a bunker at the army reserve base. The rest of us monitored from the apartment. Where things took a turn for the worst was when Monica went as far as climbing over the fence into a restricted area and Hardison followed her. This led to both of them being captured.

“Glass half full,” Sophie said once we looked at her, “she really buys the bunker story…”

We listened as Monica and Hardison were separated into interrogation rooms. Hardison tried to talk himself out of it by saying that Monica was taking him back to her place and he was just along for the ride. We heard the officer say hold on before Hardison started speaking to us. 

“Get me out of here,” Hardison demanded.

“Yeah, I’m working on it,” Sophie replied.

“I’m on it,” Parker said, walking out of the side room.

Sophie jumped up to stop her, “No, no, no, you cannot go. You’re dead,” she reminded, “Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.”

“Right,” she conceded. 

“Damn the con,” Hardison said, “I am a black man caught on an army base with a video camera. I am going to jail forever,” he finished with a squeak. 

“Yeah, look, Nate’s the only one close enough to get you,” Sophie explained. 

“But Nate’s five minutes away and still trying to figure out how he’s gonna walk two prisoners off an army base using an ID that’s already been reported stolen. No, you guys, we’re gonna have to stall,” Nate added. 

“Stall?” Hardison asks in disbelief, before asking, “Y/n, Eliot, get me everything you can on a Lieutenant Abbot. Just do what I taught you.”

I pulled the computer close to me to start typing while Eliot reminded me what to do. Eliot also started to aggravate Hardison in the process.

“Now the http thing comes before the w-w-w dot, right?”

“Eliot!” Hardison whisper-yelled.

“And which one’s the forward slash?” I asked helpfully, typing away easily. 

“It ain’t the time, you two, it ain’t the time.”

“See?” Eliot replied, “It’s not fun when you’re hanging out there in the wind and there’s a dude behind a laptop cracking jokes, is there?”

“I like it when we switch jobs,” Parker comments, happily playing with a gas mask, “It’s exciting.”

We all looked over at her skeptically before I turned back to the laptop to continue my research, with the help of some of Hardison’s software. Eliot and I relayed what we found to Hardison and let him loose to do what he saw fit with the info.

“Sir, I need to know why you’re on this base,” we heard the officer say. 

“Yes.” Hardison replied, “Why am I on this base?”

“I’m asking you.”

“No, I’m asking you,” Hardison insisted, “Why am I on this base? Why am I in this room?”

“So I can ask you questions.”

“Or maybe, it's so I can ask you questions, Lieutenant Kyle Abbot, Social Security 823-24-6270?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to.”

“Maybe you’re not cleared to know. Two disciplinary actions? That one in Germany?” Hardison tsked, “Maybe you’re just too much of a security risk.” There was a moment before Hardison slammed the table, making me jump in my seat, “Did I say you could leave?”

It seemed he had it under some control. Now onto getting Nate in there. 

“Not gonna work,” Nate said. 

“It’s all in the salute, man,” Eliot replied. 

“Just work the stars and bars,” Sophie added, “Nobody wants to look a general in the eye.”

Nate must have come to the checkpoint as he said in his gruff general voice, “Uh, good form soldier, as you were.”

We heard a distant, “clear,” which had me sigh in relief. He was in. There was a minute or two of silence as he made his way to the base before we heard someone speak. 

“Mine appears to be insane.”

“No, not insane,” Nate cut in, “just a reporter. Well congratulations, gentlemen. This base has passed with, uh, flying colors. Well done.”

“Uh, passed what, sir?”

“Have you not been briefed? You were supposed to be briefed. The Department of Defense has decided to, uh, reassure the American people about, uh, the safety of their military bases. So we’ve agreed to cooperate with the network and make a television special, you know, to show off just how effective our security is.”

“They were pretty easy to catch, sir.”

“Well, for you. But in Camp Monroe in Idaho, those two were signing their names on nukes with shiny silver pens.” He chuckled, “turn ‘em loose now and I’ll get ‘em out of your hair.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Alright, let’s go. Sorry to waste your time gentlemen. Very well done there.”

I held my breath, they were so close to getting out. I heard a shake of a pill bottle. 

“Oh, trimethylxanthine, thank you,” we heard Monica say.

“That just slows down the effect of the toxin. Hopefully long enough for you to get the truth out.”

“How did you find us?”

“Are you kidding me? Famous reporter shows up at one of the bunkers, sets off alarms all over the city. We’re gonna be lucky if we get out in one piece, I’ll tell you that.”

“We’ll split up,” Hardison suggests. 

“No,” Monica insisted, but Nate overruled her.

“Yes, your car’s still parked over by the fence. You pick it up and we’ll meet back at the apartment.”

“We’ll gather the evidence and we’ll meet at the studio,” Monica added. 

We listened as they sped off, but it sounded like they got free. 

“Whoo!” I cheered, slapping Eliot’s shoulder who still sat next to me in front of the computer. “Nate I know you can’t talk right now with her there, but I don’t know how you just lied out of your ass so well. In an Army base no less!”

“Ah, he was fine,” Eliot said.

“Well, if it’s a family trait, I don’t think I inherited it.”

“Like I said, it’s just practice.”

“You’ll learn y/n,” Sophie told me, “We’ll teach you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Don’t have to, you’ve already improved over the last few jobs we’ve done. You’ll be out there grifting in no time,” she insisted. 

I smiled at her thankfully. There wasn’t much time to celebrate though as they were making their way back to the apartment. We packed up everything, our supplies, the photo wall, everything. It left an astonishingly bare apartment, just in time for Monica’s arrival.

“Where did it go? The photos. The maps,” we heard Monica say through Nate’s comm, “Where’s Wade Perkins?” She asked, referring to Hardison. “Thank God, the red file,” she found the only thing left in the room.

That was Eliot and I’s cue to walk in from the side room, dressed in heavy aprons and heavy duty gloves.

“Pardon me,” Eliot said to Monica softly, but it had an edge to it. 

“We were just cleaning up,” I explained, trying to match his tone. 

“We hunt for the truth,” Nate said, bringing the attention to him, “through many dark places. I am a patriot, Ms. Hunter. I’m sorry.” He turned to Eliot, “Earl.”

Monica then sprayed Nate with pepper spray and ran off. I followed her for a few steps before turning back to Nate as he yelled in pain. 

Eliot laughed a bit as he patted his back, “good thing Parker switched that with water.”

“Didn’t. Didn’t switch,” Nate choked out.

“Oh, oh no,” I cringed, starting to smell the spray. “Let’s get that washed out, it's gonna hurt for a bit…”

Once we got Nate as cleaned up as possible, we turned on the TV to watch as Monica humiliated herself on live television. Hardison was there at the station making sure it all went through. She looked psychotic as she told her story and it was a welcome surprise when the police arrived and arrested her. The anchor immediately broke the story of Monica Hunter’s psychotic break as she was being dragged off the set behind her. 

It wasn’t too long after the story aired that we were back in my apartment. We had a laptop propped on the counter showing an interview of our client, happy to have his good name back after Monica Hunter’s fall from grace. I was helping Eliot prep dinner, the whole team there to celebrate. 

“See, Ray was the beginning,” Nate said after the interview ended, “I’m telling you, every person that Hunter slandered is going to get a second chance.”

“Loch Ness Monster,” Parker held up the infamous photo, grilling Eliot on other conspiracy theories. 

“Loch Ness submarine,” Hardison replied.

“No!”

“Scottish waters are cold and deep. It’s the perfect place to test,” Eliot replied, barely looking up from his cutting board. 

“Area 51.”

Hardison and Eliot contradicted each other on that one with Hardison saying no and Eliot, yes. 

“She said Area 51, 51,” Hardison insisted.

“I’m sorry,” Eliot corrected, “False. Area 52.”

“Been there,” Hardison commented. 

“Yup.”

I laughed softly to myself from my own cutting board. 

Eliot heard me, “What, you got an opinion over there, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call her that,” Nate said before sitting next to Sophie. 

I ignored him, replying to Eliot, “No, you would know better than me. Now tell me if these veggies are okay.”

He turned from his cutting board to peer over my shoulder, “cut them just a little bit smaller, then they’ll be perfect.” 

And just like that he was gone, but I could still feel his breath brush my cheek. I blushed and my mind went blank, trying to decipher what he said for a moment before it caught up to the instructions. I shook my head, trying not to think about how it would feel to have him closer. 

I took a deep breath before doing as he asked, because that was something I could do, something I could focus on. 

A/n: Reblogs and comments are welcome and encouraged! Thank you for reading!

Tags: @isoldeahlstrom @kniselle @technikerin23

[carriagetovolterra]

The Last Straw ~ Arthur Shelby One-Shot (Part One)

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A/N ~ Another one-shot for a man who could always use some extra love. Arthur Shelby. (But this is sadly full of angst) Please excuse any grammar or formatting mistakes! I am posting off moblie.

Summary ~ You finally get fed up with Arthur neglecting your relationship for business with Tommy. Anger and heartbreak ensue.

Dedicated to @a-libra-writes . The person who got me into the Peaky Blinders, and has beyond amazing writings and headcannons.

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Red hot anger mixed with suffocating heartbreak pushed through every vein in your body as the door to your shared flat slammed shut. The sound echoed through the room, and into the deepest parts of your head.

Arthur had left in a hurry, like he had everyday this last fortnight. The first week that business had kept your fiancée away, you had been understanding. Tommy wanted an empire, which required all of his brothers get their hands dirty along with him.

The two weeks that followed were a different path. The lack of sleep, and nasty work that needed to be done had Arthur hardly home. The rare moments that you had been craving, to feel Arthur, and have a sense of a normalcy with him were ruined. He was beyond intoxicated off of alcohol or snow, possibly both everytime he stumbled through the threshold of your home.

Every night was filled with arguments and disappointments. The Arthur who came home was not the man you fell in love with. He was cruel and uncontrollable, he was now the man everyone had warned you about. For the first time since meeting Arthur, you didn't feel safe around him. Something that seemed impossible with how fiercely Arthur normally protected and loved you.

Your Arthur had his demons, yes. He had his outbursts. Ones were he would shut down or would slip almost into madness. But he fought to heal himself, keep his demons at bay. For you. That was not the man he wanted to be the moment you came into his life.

Arthur changed for the better. He was so much more well and better for the longest time. The days you spent together were often full of late mornings, not wanting to untangle from each other. Arthur’s long fingers running through your hair or holding your waist while breakfast was warming up. Later in the afternoon it was knowing looks across the bar and endless kisses in the Garrisons back storeroom. With the occasional scuffle when another man would get uncomfortably close or touchy with you. Arthur absolutely could not stand another man touching you, especially without consent or reason. You had always felt safe with him nearby.

Ahh it was remembering the nights with Arthur that hurt your breaking heart the most. At the beginning of your relationship, most of your nights were spent on the small sofa tucked to the side of the living room. A small fire illuminated the room, a small bottle of alcohol between the both of you as you laid your soul out to him. And eventually your body. It became the foundation for your relationship, each night was a different layer being built and entwining you both together. Those times seemed so far away. So distant they almost felt like a dream more than mere weeks ago.

All of those nights came rushing back like a flood destroying a valley. Your body tensed up at the memories. Two fists were balled tightly at your sides, knuckles turning white with the pressure. A scowl grew across your face, growing with every tear that streamed down your face.

The worst, was the indescribable pain that filled your chest. Every flash from the past with Arthur, good or bad, broke pieces off your heart. The heartbreak is the last straw for you. You couldn't handle the pain overflowing from your chest.

Your fist went through the nearest wall. It was first sound that you've heard since Arthur had left. And the first thing you've felt other than emotional pain, in weeks.

From patching up Arthur after his many brawls, you knew at minimum there would be extreme bruising. But as of this moment you couldnt feel the worst of the pain, heartache overpowered every nerve you had, and even one’s you weren’t aware you had before this moment. With a deep breath you took your fist out of the wall. The shock from it all made you freeze, never had you ever been compelled to do anything like this.

What had Arthur turned you into? Would you even recognize yourself in a mirror, with your face twisted in pain and rage? A bloody hand that had went straight through a wall? The tears that still flowed down your face seemed to flow heavier at this realization. The heartbreak intensified into pure anger. You had given Arthur everything you had in you, and to be treated like this? To be turned into the angry and violent person you tried so hard to pull out of Arthur?

It hurt too much. Too much. Your body started to shake, a small scream escaped your throat as your fist collided with the wall again.

Your bloody and possibly fractured fist only took the edge off the rage that still burned inside of you. Tears clouded your vision, and your bare feet made no noise as you wreaked havoc around you.

Pictures and paintings Arthur and you had picked and hung together, lay broken on the floor shards of glass and splinters of wooden frames surrounded them. The bottles of alcohol on the table below them followed quickly after. With how much Arthur had been drinking, they were light enough to pitch across the small space and shatter against the wall. You couldn’t stop yourself, even if you wanted too. Everything within your bloody grasp was in danger.

Until you got to the couch.

The couch you and Arthur spent your first nights together, when things were much more than they were currently.

Standing there the adrenaline and anger started to fade. And reality set in. The small amount of anger that remained whispered in your ear to continue your path of destruction.

Even with the pain and betrayal you felt, your heart wouldn't let you harm that couch. Everything was screaming at you too, and it dropped you to your knees. The memories from that couch turned your anger into unbearable sadness. As the sadness took over, sobs bubbled up from the deepest part of your chest.

Your world felt like it was falling apart. Arthur was your world, and so was the home you shared. But now it felt like neither were yours. The only thing in your possession was a broken hand, a broken heart, and the memories you wanted to forget.

Both of your arms wrapped around your torso, keeping yourself together as you cried and cried. For how long? You couldn't say. It seemed like a second and an eternity simultaneously. After the tears faded, you laid your head gently on the couch next to you. Small hiccups escaped your lips as reality set in.

In your rage, you left several holes in the sitting room walls. Almost all of the furniture and belongings in the living room were smashed, shattered, and covered in blood from your still dripping hands. The aftermath made you feel empty and numb. Scanning the room had you feeling nothing. Nothing but emotional fatigue.

You just wanted to be happy. You wanted your life and your Arthur back. But with how these recent weeks have gone, it felt like it was never going to be the same. You knew what you had to do.

Gently unwrapping your sore and bloody arms from around your body, you used them to help you off the ground. It was eriely quiet in the house after your episode. There was no noise as you padded into the bedroom.

Grabbing the small knapsack you packed several days ago made your chest sting. You never wanted it to get this point, leaving the man you thought was the love of your life. But it was time, neither of you could live like this anymore.

Even with the state you were in, you were quick to change out of the small and dirty nightgown that clung to your body. It was kicked beside the knapsack sitting on the floor, as you went to the washroom. It would rouse too much attention leaving disheveled and bloody.

The cool tiles under your feet grounded you. Standing there for a minute you took several deep breaths, before you turned on the sink. The cold water easily washed the blood and grime off your hands and arms. Each splash brought you closer to reality, and back to looking like the woman you used to be.

Your face was next, using your clean hands you gently rubbed your eyes and down your cheeks. Washing away the redness and dried tears didn't help the numbness you felt, but it was a step in the right direction.

Finally, you were clean.

Finally, you were in presentable and plain clothes.

Finally, you left place you used to call home. With just the clothes and the knapsack on your back.

The only thing Arthur would find when he returned home days later, was a mess left in anger. And a note with his mothers ring, that he had put on your finger many moons ago, when times were so much better.

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A/N ~ Frfr Arthur has been through enough in the show and I hate hurting him. But there will be some happiness in part two, which is in progress!! Thank you again for reading, and stick around for part two.

[short-black-diamond]

HEY HEYY IT'S CAKE

I wanna check in with a request and also, How you doin' boo? Life's good for you or not? Have you eaten and drink yet?🫶🫶

So yea my request is another Tged(I'M SORRY I'M OBSESSED 😭😭😭 I PROMISE I'LL REQUEST OTHER THINGS) where the reader is a girl and she took the role of Lloyd. Like she's Lloyd but a female y'know?(Kim suho don't exist) and she basically wants to prove to everyone that a woman can be as powerful as a man!

She's always thinking like "Ugh this is such a men's world" everytime she was reminded that men are in the higher rank of the patriarchy and then became an absolute boss lady🤩

(I wanted the queen and elves to be genderbend but I think that's asking for too much so I hope this is not much trouble as it is😭 anyways yea stay healthy, love)

- 🍰nom

BWAHA I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS MY WONDERFUL CAKE, LET 'EM COME. I'LL TRY TO WRITE ALL YOUR WISHES

(also you have no idea what you're doing to me, calling me "boo" and stuff, LIKE CAKE I MIGHT JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, I'M WEAK AS HELL WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME STUFF LIKE THAT AAAAAHHHH)

Also yeah I ate and drank but not too much sadly, but, fear not, I want to write your request. Also I wanna keep going with my analysis on the tomato can, which I sent earlier (but tumblr only allows 30 pics per post) and I wanna talk to somebody about the latest episodes!!!! I hope you'll be that special someone!

And now to this request:

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The first female great Estate developer!

You woke up, your chin hurting like hell. 'What the hell...did I pass out somewhere??', you thought as your eyes tried adjusting to the area around you.

...where the hell were you? And why does your chin hurt so m-

Oh.

Oh no.

No, no no no no no no no no no no no nononoononononono-

"____? Are you alright?", asked a calm, collected, but feminine voice. You slowly turned around, and there she was. Jaqueline Asrahan, her cloudy, white-blue-ish front bangs swaying softly to the nightwind, as she gazed down at you.

Your eyes widened. 'Heh, this can't be real.'

It could be real. Pretty much so. The baroness, your mother, cried when she saw you. "Oh, my daughter, my precious, precious daughter! When will you stop drinking and start to actually look for a lover instead of ruining objects and treating people like trash!?", she scolded, her brown locks shaking as she held you close to her.

Your father only shook his head and blonde locks in dissappointment.

'What the hell have I gotten myself into...?!', you thought as you apologized to your 'mother'. She then flinched and jumped away from you.

"D-did you just apologize..?! And you didn't even yell, nor did you say it in a sassy tone..!"

"Mother, I think it's time that I act upon your and father's wishes. I cannot live like this for the rest of my life now, can I? You are right, mother. I need to grow up."

There was a short moment of silence. Then your mother fell unconscious.

...

you overheard a conversation you read from the novel you read before falling asleep. Mrs Meatloaf and another woman, whose name you didn't remember. But you knew that you hated their guts for making your 'mother''s life miserable.

"If I may make an announcement!", you exclaimed now in Lydia's (Lloyd's) body as you strutted through the door. Your mother stood up abruptly, asking you what you were doing here. "Go sweetie, Mommy's got to tend to some business!", she called, ushering you to the door, but you didn't budge.

Long story short, you maneged to get money out of the two rich snobs.

But, you didn't stop there. You and Jaqueline were looking at the mountain. "Let's make a tunnel there!", you yelled one day, with your knight looking at you with a confused expression.

"Why exactly the mountian?", she asked as she looked at you with a small frown. "there's lot's of coal, no?"

...

You two were fighting against a big ass bug/ant/insect, and luckily, Jaqueline could decaptivate its head with her sword. When you two looked at the hole, through the other side, you could see the Orc princess, Arosh.

You grinned devilishly.

After the princess and her comrades regained their consciousness, she looked at you with a confused expression. "So, Lydia says that Lydia and Arosh have killed the queen ant?"

Your face turned into metal as you lied through your teeth. "Yes, exactly."

She looked at you with a frown. "...Are you sure?"

"yes, very much.", you kept on lying.

She still looked at you with a frown.

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Heyyyy sorry for stopping mid-story, but my brain is fried and I don't know how I can keep going with this story, sorry.

Read you in the next post!

[sanderssidesthehouse]

for the bingo thing?? how about logan??

- lots of love, rayn 🤍

Thanks for the ask, Ryan! I can absolutely do my favorite boy, apologies for my lack of hinges.

I think Logan is probably the most trustworthy, not bc none of the others wouldn't try their darnedest, but bc he also wouldn't get distracted and he's very capable and nor very impulsive generally.

I don't think anyone can quantify the sheer amount of Logan angst I have read, which is a fantastic marker for how much I like him. I relate to him so hard. I was always smart (and got called a robot frequently) but I have trouble with the emotional stuff. Identifying emotions is not my strong suit so sometimes I'll be straight chilling but start crying and have no idea why.

Also he has eldest daughter syndrome for real. Someone please help my boy.

Also one of the few cases where we could fix each other. If Logan Sanders told me he was proud of me I would shatter into a million pieces and reform into a better person. If he gave me a pat on the back and told me everything would be ok I'd say I'm yours in whatever way you want me. Lab partner? Done, I'll bring PPE. Help with work? I'm not that smart but I'll try. Wanna make out about it? My tongue's already in his mouth. Who said that?

Also, hi, he is so fucking tragic. Everytime he is ignored he takes it as a personal failure and if anything ever happened to c!Thomas that he could have prevented if he had been listened to it would destroy him, even if he literally did everything he could. c!Thomas cannot function without his Logic, we all know this. He's trying so hard, but he's not getting far at all and it really does matter. And this is why he feels like he can't ever be silly or have fun bc the weight of his world is on his shoulders and I'm not crying about it I swear.

I also need everyone to acknowledge the growth he's gone through. Whenever something gets brought to his attention and he sees that he needs to work on it, it doesn't happen that episode sometimes, but he does change his methods or behavior. He's trying so hard. That's what really gets me is his genuine, honest, whole-hearted effort that he puts into everything he does. That's my BOY.

Another thing really gets me is how absolutely tender Logan can be. Like Mr. No Emotions rolls up and does his best to provide comfort and care even though it's not his strong suit and he knows it (though he will try to defer to someone who's better at it if possible). This is absolutely related to how genuine he can be, which makes his current state devastating to me. Bitter cynicism is not what I want him to feel like he has to do! He's always been a little sarcastic and a little petty, but like in a way that didn't make me concerned for his mental health. He had such a beautiful outlook at the beginning but it's long since started to crumble. I hope he's not left with ruins.

I have so much to say, I don't think I'll ever be done. I really want to talk about what a dork he is. 'Cogitating cap'? I'm in love with him. I could never argue with him like 'whatever you say bbgirl'. Except for when he's doing that 'I don't have emotions' routine. I need all of them to stop lying to each other and themselves.

Right, so current state of canon thoughts. I need him to have the bitchiest, pettiest, rawest break down imaginable. He deserves to let it out and I want it to be explosive. I want him to do something they can't ignore.

Just in case I want to be clear, I don't think he's perfect and he's not the only one getting ignored. He is absolutely not the only one denying his feelings and I need ALL of them to cut that shit out. Also any annoyance expressed is at the character as a 'person' not the narrative, I really like how everything is being written and explored. That 'done dirty by canon' mark was hesitant and now I can't even remember why I put it there. I'm sure I'll remember in the middle of the night, I've had a long day lol.

Thanks again for the ask, and as always, absolutely anyone and everyone is welcome and invited to agree or disagree or ask for clarifications or expansions. I tried to keep it short and tbh compared to the amount of thoughts I have, I succeeded.

[chvoswxtch]

May I request a drink? I have never done this before so I’m scared. 🥺 A margarita on the rocks with Javi. I recently have been addicted to listening to TS’s Folklore album, especially Exile.

Congratulations on 2k. You are an absolute amazing writer. Keep on doing all the amazing things.

hi nonnie!

welcome to the bar! please don't be scared. this is a safe space for all.

thank you so much for stopping by and making a request! i was hoping someone would order javi so i could play around with him. i hope you enjoy! cheers! 🥂

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

exile

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending

You both knew exactly how this would end. It would fall apart the way it had every other time. It was always great in the beginning, constructing a gilded house of cards together, until one of you, usually him, sent it tumbling down to scattered pieces with either too much accidental force or intentional self-destruction. 

“You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“You broke mine first, Javi.”

He knew you were right. It was always his fault. He wanted you, God did he want you, and for a while, he could ignore that little voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn’t good enough for you. He could remember to call to check in and ask how your day was. He could show up at your door on a Wednesday afternoon with a bouquet of flowers he saw in your favorite color that reminded him of you. He could slow dance with you in your kitchen under the spotlight of the moon to only the music playing in your hearts. For a little while, he could pretend.

But then reality would creep in. Javi would get so wrapped up in his job that you wouldn’t hear from him for days. He was never particularly good at expressing anything but anger, so he could never explain how he really felt. He either used the cowardly excuse that his life was too dangerous for you to be involved in, or he’d be a vindictive asshole on purpose to make you resent him, swearing to himself it was for the best. He’d let you go, and he wouldn’t chase after you.

Instead he’d drown his heart at the bar and lose himself in whatever woman he could find. But it didn’t matter how many women he ran through, because everytime he was inside someone, the only face he saw was yours. He wouldn’t call, but he kept tabs on you, and the second he even thought you were attempting to move on from him, he’d start the vicious cycle all over again. Javi would show up at your door with those remorseful eyes you couldn’t ever find the strength to slam your door shut on, and he’d get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, spew an apology and declaration of love that could put the world’s greatest love songs and sonnets to shame, and seal his apology with a passionate kiss and another empty promise of change. 

“You can’t actually stand here and tell me that you love him.”

“How can I, Javi? How am I ever supposed to even try to fall in love with someone else if you won’t let me? This isn’t fair to me. Everytime we break up, you go and fuck every woman within a five mile radius and I’m supposed to just be okay with that, but when I go on a date, you’re breaking my door down-”

“It’s different. I’m not taking them on dates because they don’t mean anything. They’re nameless, faceless, nothing.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt any less, Javier.”

He hates it when you use his full name, because then he knows he fucked up. He hates hearing the break in your voice. He hates when you look away from him to hide your teary eyes because you don’t want him to see you cry. Not again. He hates making you cry.

“Mi amor. Por favor, no llores. Tu cara es demasiado hermosa para arruinarse con lágrimas.”

(My love. Please, don’t cry. Your face is too beautiful to be ruined with tears.)

Javi loves you. More than he’s ever loved anyone. By some miracle or the grace of God, you love him back, no matter how many times he returns your heart shattered in his hands. So he shows you how much he loves you and needs you, and how fucking sorry he is the only way he really knows how to express.

He pulls you into his arms and captures your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of love he feels into your mouth, gripping onto your face gently to keep you in place so that you can’t walk away from him. He gets on his knees and uses his tongue to beg for forgiveness and redemption at the altar between your thighs. Javi fucks you slowly and deeply into that magical spot of time between midnight and twilight where everything is still and anything seems possible. He holds your hand above your head as you surrender your body to him. He catches a glimpse of heaven inside you and plants a seed, wondering if this one will take and give you the opportunity to try to grow something else together.

Javi drips sweet nothings and praise into your ear like honey, nuzzling affection into your neck and promises of ‘it’ll be different this time’ are plastered to your lips.

“Tienes mi corazón. Siempre lo has hecho. Quítame la vida también. Tómalo todo.” 

(You have my heart. You always have. Take my life too. Take it all.)

Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe there will be a different ending.

Maybe it’ll be a happy one.

[toournextadventure]

I'm going to leave my little thoughts below

So we know that birdy has been at nevermore for years right? Well so has yoko if we think abt it bc she's a vampire... so they are basically long time besties and know quite a lot abt eachother if u ask me...

My headcanon is that divina and yoko are dating and when divina first realized she likes girls, she went to birdy for advice and she did everything in her power to bring yoko and divina together (it worked because she's a charm)

So that means everytime birdy is in the quad w divina, yoko,enid and who else and she sees someone that looks suspicous(idk how to type that word and i won't try) birdy and divina side eye each other and be like "oh yeah that person is definitely fruity"

Birdy watches on youtube vines, memes and what not and then proceeds to quote them in a random situation

She also sits in position that should be uncomfortable but are actually normal and even comfortable for her!

After a bad day she went out with weems (even tho it was the time where students were not allowed to go out anymore) and they went to get birdys fav food

I feel like birdy wants to steal something from the addams family home but doesn't because when it comes to wednesdays family she wants to be respectful and not get caught stealing something so she resists the urge to go and fetch this beautiful shiny knife in the kitchen or that old dusty book with a nice cover

Yea thats it for now

-🦉

Birdy is absolutely besties with Yoko, I mean, that bloodsucker practically watched her grow up. Back in the day Yoko, Nicky, and Birdy were inseparable. In fact, Yoko (and the other vamps) is the only student left that even remembers Nicky. No one would really know it so much now (except for Enid and Divina, of course), but if anyone knows about Birdy's personal life, it's Yoko

She, Divina, and Yoko always spot the fruity people on campus, it's their favourite pastime. They're all such mean girls when the opportunity arises. Birdy always ruins the moment with memes, but it's one of her love languages so everyone just accepts it

She DOES want to steal something from the Addams home. One day she'll do it. Maybe she'll steal their last name, just for funsies

[tullium]

I hoped to never go on to social media to call out someone for abusing me in some way... but here I fucking am.

TW// grooming, toxic relationship

At the age of 10, I met someone online who I shared a common interest with. They introduced me to their friends, and one of them would become my abuser. After our little group fell apart, her and I stayed friends. Eventually, we figured out we liked each other, and we started dating by the time I was 12.

Things were fine for awhile, but during an arguement one time, I remember her calling me toxic. I didn't even know what that word meant, yet it stuck to me for years. I didn't get over that until I finally stepped into the light, left her behind, and finally started to get better.

We'd keep arguing, we'd take "breaks", but with each break we'd end up still be like "ily" and realize that we weren't truly having a break, ever.

Once we broke up, it only took me a day to decide that we couldn't even stay friends. It didn't feel right. I ghosted her, and I don't even remotely regret it. I was only 13. Things were quiet, and with my therapist, I had come to realize how much she really abused me.

6 months later, my abuser reached out to me. She snuck into my discord server, once she revealed herself, I was willing to make small talk. I was willing to forgive. I was naive.

I mentioned that I told my friends in my server about what she did. So she snooped and got upset when I called her a groomer. So, I deleted that message... but I really shouldn't have.

I'm 16 now, and I only just now realized that she abused me so much worse than I think. Everytime I realize that she did something wrong, I think "it can't get worse than this.", but it has. Most of my memories of the time I had with her is blotted out, but one thing I do remember is a BDSM list.

I was 13, maybe even 12, when she sent me the blank list, and one filled out. She told me, "You should do this and send it to me. Here's mine." I don't remember looking at hers, but I remember genuinely trying to fill it out, because I was young. I was naive. I didn't know any better.

I didn't know most of the things listed on it. I had to look half of it up, and I was so uncomfortable doing it the whole time. Not like anything could have had any truth to it because I was fucking 12/13. I had absolutely 0 experience in anything sexual. I was so uncomfortable doing it, it wasn't fair to me to do something like this and not understand any of it.

I didn't realize how damn weird it was back then. I only just realized it and it's been nearly half a decade. There are certain people out there that have used that list to groom their victims, I found it out just now, and it hit me like a fucking train to realize that I was victim to it.

Tabby, I don't fucking give a shit if I ruin your chances of college, or a job. You don't deserve a good life because you ruined mine. And even though I've learned to grow around my trauma, I cannot move on from the fact that you are the reason I struggle so much today. I don't fucking trust people, because of you and the way you treated me. But I have learned to realize that I will not tolerate people stepping all over me and I will not be treated unfairly because I have fucking worth and you don't get to act all innocent anymore.

My abuser is Tabbybat6. Bluebat, Tabbitha, whatever the fuck she goes by now. I first met her on Steam, we moved to hangouts, then Discord. She has Wattpad, Instagram, Tumblr, and on everything I could think of, I have her blocked and restricted.

Tabbitha, if somehow, you're reading this, I hope you understand the way you made me feel, someday. I hope you feel all the pain you made me feel from your abuse. And I'm praying to the god I don't believe in that justice gets fucked served.

[writer-insomniac]

I hate you.

TW: Mentions of child abuse, gore, suicidal ideology, sexual trauma, ranting, mentions of loss.

Tread carefully, please be kind.

I'm saving people, but who's saving me? I feel like I'm drowning. I feel like I've lost so much that it just doesn't even matter anymore. I've lost my best friend, my family, my things, and all anyone can say is 'sorry'. Sorry doesn't fix it, but I guess thanks. I hate this, I hate feeling like this. I want my boys back, I want everything but the abuse back. I'm saving people, I'm trying to do right by people and show them the justice and protection I never got, so why do I still feel empty? Why does he get to do what he did and get away with it while I'm stuck in the muck trying to keep my head above water with waves crashing all around me. There's not a rock in sight and I hate this. Everytime I cry it adds water to the sea until one day I'm scared it'll drown me. I love my remaining family, I do, and I don't want to drown infront of them but I'm stuck and I can't find the life raft while he's sailing away on a yacht with my baby boys shielded from the storm. I'm scared that once that yacht sinks he'll take my boys with him. What if he never gives them back? What if I never see my babys again? Why does he get to ruin my childhood and get away with it? Why does he get a slap on the wrist? Why am I facing what should be my abusers punishment? I hate this. I absolutely hate this. I hate everything about him so much so that I can't believe I ever loved him. My father's gone. He's dead. I don't know who that man is, but my father that I remember never would've done this to me. Was I not enough for him to fight for? Why did he give in to this monster? Why does he feel so ok with what he did? With what he did to me? I hardly know who I am, I don't know what I want to do. Everything feels like I'm just walking in a circle, never meeting a dead end, but never seeing an end. It never ends. This is hell, but I don't see him here. I wish he died before I was born. I wish he didn't live long enough for me to ever know him. What kind of cruelty is it to meet your child just to do this to them? How can you live with that? How could you do this to me? I was your little girl, I was your princess, I was supposed to be safe. You were supposed to protect me. You were my knight in shining armor shielding me from the world. You were my hero. So why? What did you see in me that made you turn? What could I have done to stop this? I hate every second of it. I wish you would've just been my daddy, my father, my hero. Instead you chose this. Why? I hate you. I hate you so much it hurts because I loved you. I loved you so much. I wish I wasn't alive to witness this. You and mom were everything to me, and you decided it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. You were never supposed to make me cry like this. You were supposed to dry my tears, make sure I felt safe in my own skin, make sure that I am ok even if I'm not perfect. You weren't perfect, but I loved you still. I dried your tears on my princess nightgown, I held you, I did everything you were supposed to do for me. I hate you. I hate you so much. I wish you would just go away. I wish you never existed. I wish I never met you. I wish I had a different father. I wish I had a father who knew how to be a father. I wish I didn't have to deal with this. I'm only 18. I can't handle this, but I still have decades to go. I would never end it though. I could never do that to my mother, my sisters, my stepfather. Because I love them. I love them like you were supposed to love me. I love them to make up for you hating me. Because you must hate me right? Don't try and sell me on this "I love you, I miss you" shit. I don't believe you. You miss the idea of me. You miss someone who took it with their head down, who never opposed you. You miss the weakness in me. You miss how you had a special place in my heart, so special that nothing you could do to me would've broken it, until you touched me. You violated me. You made my home a prison. You made my skin a cell. You made me want to tear my flesh apart. You made me want to peel out my sinews, each individual cord of muscle. You made me want to die. I hate you.

[taegularities]

RID, i could remember some of the christmas market scenes from tobh while rereading it. and boy, don't get me started on the fic.

just when i was wondering, "where's the angst?"— the engagement ring part popped up. think it was one of the worst nights to read angst after a shitty exam. however, your face reveal made it better, princess 🎀

🕳🤸🏻‍♀️

ANYWAY, THE MAJOR CMI FLASHBACKS THAT I HAD WITH THE ''I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING FOR YOU'' SENTIMENT? ( sorry, i keep connecting your stories like a literary multiverse ) i will always do an asspull out of nowhere when it's about correlating your stories. it's like a passive little recall game for me. what can i do? the immersion is real. 🦅

i was so mad at them, by the way. more so, oc bcos the hurt stung 😭 i get her tho, but it's painful to leave a person who loves you so much. ( maybe, i hate it cuz i had done the same in the past in one way or other ? )

when people like tobh!tae exist, who never really stop loving you, it makes you question everything. every little decision. and the worst part about it is when you actually love them back. eg : tobh!oc. AAAAAA—

agony agony agony

BY THE WAY, idk if it's hidden memory or just intuition ; the accident scene rolled in right after i had thoughts of ''an accident might patch it up" LOL ( got angstier )

i liked the semi-open ending. i hope they are— together, forever and ever. it's kinda like that show : normal people. if you know what i mean? getting lost, finding each other, getting separated again. almost a cyclic phenomenon, like a command set in nature. hehe. wishing them a very happy— tales of 'how we found loopholes in our matrix' 🫶🏻

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i might end up annoying you with this, but since we are revisiting your old works , might as well say this : tae by @taegularities will always be a!oc's man for me, so it's awkward writing about him with your other ocs at times. even though, I LOVEYYYY LOVE CROWDS AROUND US. 🥹

i will soon be rereading the diary of a healing heart. see you after that, sweets  𖦹 rid, my absolute desi sweets and donut— 🎀🖇🩵.

[ passing notes : tobh has that angsty magical sense to it, where you fall in love with somebody mythical, and the forest disapproves, and you are just a girl. winters later, some enchantment works to bring you back tgt, but you don't know for how long the charms will work. and yet you give in. probably the christmas effects, lol. asspull #02 ]

hahaha where's the angst... EVERYWHERE 😂 don't know what i was on when i wrote tobh, but i remember crying for not only days, but weeks. everytime i came up with something new for it, i'd sob :')

AWH the cmi flashbacks 😭 funny even to think that tobh resided in my heart before i'd even come up with cmi. ugh, all my characters are so lovestruck, they'd really do everything for those they love :') i love it when my fics are connected though, sometimes there areee deliberate references to other fics, so a lil multiverse for sure :P yeah, we were mad at oc for sure, but it's also so… relatable? :( that's just life. and trauma? perhaps.. sorry you went through the same :(

hahaha well, you were right. the accident just made the goodbye worse :') def also one to love open or semi-open endings!! i like to hear what people think and which ending they imagine. there's something about concluding things while simultaneously leaving people questioning. i don't know the show you mentioned, but sounds like real life indeed :( fun fact, i actually once wrote a short short thing of what happens to them later lol but that will never see the light of taegularities day hahahah

you're never annoying, babe!! like ever. please do gush about my stuff 🥺 ruined tae is something else fr <3 AND OMG you read crowds around us, too? i was so in love with it back then 😭

have fun rereading tdoahh, my og fic (it was my first, but then i took it down and rewrote it). lmk your thoughts <3

ALSO THE COMPARISON WITH THE FOREST????? absolutely perfect. thank you for saying all that, love, my heart is levitating 🤍

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the whole “block all celebrities” thing is kinda goofy. i understand what y’all are trying to do 100%, but remember if only a quarter of the population is blocking all these celebrities not much is going to happen. if you’re so serious about it you have to end all subscription’s to pretty much everything. including amazon, hulu, disney, netflix, spotify, apple music, hbo, etc. everytime you stream a movie or song money is being sent to most likely sex trafficking & celebrities, and their record companies. block all ads, businesses, etc. just blocking celebrities ain’t gonna do much. i also think it’s funny how now everyone is being “woke” about what really goes on in hollywood, and the elites. we ain’t the first generation to notice & find these things out yall. i am happy that some people are trying to actually change things though. i hope someday we can ruin the elites. it’s also not just celebrities, it’s also politicians and the government. the politicians probably have more power than the celebrities. so instead of voting for one party every 4 years, how bout we actually make a change. you can’t be saying all this shit about boycotting celebrities and then still dick ride politics & vote. don’t add up lol. we had all the proof years ago with epstein, but y’all js chose to be like “wtf that’s so wrong!” and then do absolutely nothing about it. y’all saw all the people on the list, and the literal proof and still chose to support and stream those people. the celebrities you love are all in on it. atleast the ones that are signed with companies. nobody is safe, everyone around you is not trustworthy. perfect example: drake. he been fucking minors, and literally running a sex ring. proof been all right there, and y’all still chose to ignore it or “don’t believe it” because it’s a celebrity like????? r y’all slow??? the government is literally trying to take away birth control from women because apparently it’s “unnatural”. apparently girls can be ready to have sex at age 3, and be pregnant. wtf? y’all see this shit and don’t even say anything or try to really change anything. don’t get me wrong… the people who protest and risk their lives daily to try and make a change for women are fucking amazing. love y’all for that. y’all can act “woke” but at the end of the day we all know you’re just following the trend, and don’t actually care nor act on it. there’s billions of proof, and fucked things that have happened and everyone chooses to ignore it. while over 80% of americans are starving and struggling to pay for basic needs, elites are out there spending $75,000 for a met gala ticket. a fucking fashion show that probably sells little kids inside. don’t forget about bohemian grove. absolutely sick. ryan garcia spoke out about it, said all these things he saw n heard, and had proof and you all still ignore it and think he’s crazy. it’s giving insane hypocrisy from all of y’all. you cannot be posting and saying all these things about boycotting celebrities & the elites while not doing anything about it and continuing to ride their dick. just remember every-time you stream a song, watch a movie, and give them views you’re contributing to a young child getting sold off into sex trafficking. stay safe, don’t get kidnapped by drake❤️