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I’m having an ‘oh’ moment while you bandage my hand, man
MY THOUGHTS FOR THIS ONE ARE IN THE TAGS :)
#steddie#steddie fanart#eddie munson#steve harrington#its late.. or early depending how you look at it#neither of them have been sleeping much or spending time on their own#the nightmares you know#an especially brutal one has eddie a little out of it#his bandages (from injuries that could have been worse) have become loose or soiled from his restless night#so steve sits him down and helps fix them up#he can see eddies still shaken so he just.. talks#about anything really#and eddie slowly comes back to himself#and now he’s just looking at steve.. who’s huffing out a laugh at whatever he’s said.. smiling at the memory of it#eyes crinkling at the corners and thats when it kind of hits#the ‘oh’#not an ‘oh shit’ this time but a simple ‘oh’#a happy one for now too#because he is.. happy. he’s not alone.. he doesn’t have to be.. and Steve’s showing him that#through late night talks.. matching dark circles and grounding touches#with stories and music and late night drives#and thats enough.. more than really#he’s at the tipping point.. knows the fall will be coming in the next few weeks- maybe months#but he doesn’t care#not when steve finally looks up at him… wide eyed and cradling eddies hand between two of his.. soft smile on his face and asks ‘you ok?’#and when eddie (who’s a little misty eyed) smiles back and replies ‘all good’#right here.. in this moment- he really is#:)#THANKS FOR VOTING FOR IT
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I love fix-it aus for stories where any attempt to fix shit could only ever make everything worse. They're like sitcoms to me.
#you know because it's like... listen babe literally nothing could ever fix this. i promise.#funnier when the person writing it clearly knows this and invents incredibly unhinged circumstances to avoid#making things even worse#... I'll be real I don't think those circumstances would help either#im calling myself out too. i did that once. i want to write it still but now I want to make it#more fucked up. i know that that's kinda...the opposite of a fix it thingie. but you see. the specific thing i am fixing here#does not actually prevent me from making other things worse#yes my son will fucking get therapy no matter what. on god he will get it. he'll be ok with himself. he'll get the chance to be.#also no the protagonist will not be any better lol. i refuse to make him into a better person. he is good but not kind#and i refuse to change that. in fact i want to make him double down. external circumstances will force him to be kinder#than he could ever be but on god he himself will get even colder. like haha boy you might be god's special little boy and#people might think you're both nice AND good but hey how good are you really when the only people you care about#are your immediate family? how nice are you really when you act like that only when you're asked to be nice#by people who have never done anything wrong?#boy you might be good on a cosmic level but that doesn't mean much when the cosmos is uncaring; does it?#anyway sorry about that. it's just that i love protagonist who are god's special little boy and are good only because that's the#role assigned to them by said god and also because everyone around is worse or they're fighting against someone worse.#i love those cunts even more when they're incredibly biased and their mercy is conditional
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starting the year ✨wrong✨
#(this is about work ok. long rant in the tags bc auauauauauauauuauauauauauauauaaaaaaaa)#i’ve worked for just t h r e e (3!!!!) days this year and i think im already all burned out lmao#first i was stuck doing 2 workstations bc this freakin’ b o z o of a coworker decided to take the week off without prior notice#and *t h e n* the internal components of one of said workstations kicked the bucket and was only replaced today. sads.#rip to our wasted time and futile fixing efforts though. flashtag wetried#that’s not all t h o u g h i was told that i have to jump to the other work shift bc one of my coworkers is resigning#b u t the thing is. all of the other dudes in that shift are from [insert bordering country] and always speak in their nation’s language#so i won’t be able to communicate well with them for the most part esp s o bs#and if [insert country here] has a national holiday and a l l of them decide to take the day off..#well. um. ahahahaha. im ✨screwed✨#(but speaking of taking the day off… one of said guys on that shift has an approved leave for cny. which is funny bc he’s not even chinese)#(rips if the actual other chinese dude on that team has his leave request rejected bc of that guy lol. happy cny to him ig)#a n d also i was made to (sorta) teach these two new coworkers (of sorts) the workstation i’m at for the week#b u t the thing is. i do everything here by left (didn’t receive formal training either lmao sadge)#and i also couldn’t explain anything well in general bc it seems like my flow of thoughts can’t streamline itself ig#so i think i confused the poor guys more than anything. but like. why me??????? aaaauauaaaaaaaaaa#idk why one of them came back for more ‘education’ from me thoughhhhh#i’ve tried teaching ‘em stuff at another workstation before this and my feedback was ‘wait slow down you talk too fast’ s o o o o .#ig i’ll have to guide them though again in the morning though. sighs. this wasnt in my job description :(#speaking of job descriptions though… this h e l l a annoying guy no one likes who resigned a few months ago (to much rejoicing)…#is!!!!! coming!!!! back!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#w h y. like. w h y. why is he so attached to this company he l l o? why is our manager so attached to him helloooooooo????? why him???????#our workloads literally t r i p l e when he’s around bc he’s just the way he is. auauauauauauauauaaaaaaaaaaaa#aaaaaaaaaaa i dont wanna work aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#science industry (derogatory) questionable laboratory conditions (derogatory)#felt cute; thought about retiring early idk
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Beasties of Greenhollow soundtrack! Some tracks on this are from older projects like elphame but all of them have been reworked in some way. Most of them are entirely new. Enjoy!
#soundtrack#music#indiegamedev#Youtube#beasties of greenhollow#indiegame#chiptune#elphame#hey again gang. Another scream into the void#Things have been getting more interesting tbh#I'm starting therapy again. I have learned from this that my anxiety is in the very very high end.#And I guess the only thing that surprises me about that is that it's an abnormally high amount vs the average.#I've had more intrusive thoughts this week than in a long time. (I almost said ever but that was 2021 where they woke me up...)#It's mostly about my mistakes and ppl I've scared out of being in my life because of the actions based on my anxieties.#Like “if i could go back in time I could fix it”... girl you'd be going back in time like 100 times. At that point it's not fair lmao#I think I shouldn't talk about who I'm dating here anymore. Friends told me to stop seeing so many new people and I took that advice.#I'm exercising incredibly frequently; obsessively so. It really doesn't change much in my anxiety. I walk for like 3 hours a day.#My friend group is... difficult. One of us had a falling out with another and the dynamic is just so awkward for me now.#it just seems like everyone else has moved past it though but I still miss him. I don't think this can be reversed#we used to talk on my stream and play digimon cards n jackbox and d&d... But now they're only interested in d&d which I don't love#For god's sake I've published a game and moved to a nice new place. why aren't I happy hahahaha#work is no longer enjoyable since BoG was publised. our new project is in an iffy category but it's not my place to argue#I want to write music and animate but I have to do my hours for this new project before I can do anything like that...#I ended up siding with my current boss in that ethical dilemma I posted about and rn idk if that was the right decision.#Okay what can i talk about that's good? We moved to a nice place. I'm celebrating BoG's release with family tomorrow.#Graeme's playing Iconoclasts- one of my favourite games! He's also returning to work soon so it'll be less awkward to have a lady over#Thinking about good stuff going on just draws the mind to holidays I've had before. I treasure my memories!#Okay so I've complained for a long long time bc life doesn't feel great rn. But rest assured I already know this is 90% my fault hahaha#Oh another good thing that happened!!! My elestrals card was printed and ppl are really happy with it. I have a card in a real card game!!!#don't tell anyone but there's another one on the way. Anyway that will do for now. I'm sorry about my... self.
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I may be gcooked
#sighh#‘id never start liking a straight guy’ ‘id never like someone who i didnt know if they fundementally respected me’#i said#‘im better than this’ i said#and yet HERE WE ARE#i dont actually like him#i just like talking to people#its entirely up to him to say anything#i am good and normal and fine#but we have little injokes#and were sending voice messages#and bro talked about lore#and we sent pictures#and#yeag…..#also i can feel leg cramps coming#jts so hell world#anyway he texted me and i am gonna go respind#friday time will fix me (ill get worse)#🦒
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it started innocently—really, it did.
you had no idea the chaos you were about to unleash when, that first time, you pulled your phone out at dinner to capture the gorgeous table spread.
you aren't some influencer, you don't have an aesthetic food page or anything. you just like saving the memories. you like looking back at the colors of the dishes, the way the warm lights catch the steam rising from a bowl of ramen, or the glistening sheen of freshly grilled corn. it makes you happy.
but nanami kento—who sits across from you at that table, handsome in his pressed white button-up and tie still a little too tight against his throat even though the workday has ended—mistakes your angle.
his gaze flicks up from his plate, catching you just as you are angling your phone. and for a brief moment, his face freezes.
then—composed, but stiff—he straightens his spine and fixes his tie.
you blink. "what... what are you doing?"
"you could've warned me if you were going to take a photo of me," he murmurs, eyes dropping to his food. "i must look ridiculous while eating."
the words catch you so off guard that you barely manage a confused laugh, and the words i wasn't taking a photo of you! i was taking a photo of the table, of the food don't come. instead, you stutter, "oh, well, i—"
kento nods, but his eyes don't meet yours. he simply spears a piece of potato and says, "of course."
you meant to correct him properly. you meant to explain. but watching the slight pink creep up the tips of his ears—the usually unflappable nanami kento, embarrassed at the thought of you taking his picture—you hesitate.
and then you just never said anything.
the next time it happens, it's sushi.
a fancy little place you pick because you know kento likes it—quiet, clean, no frills but top-tier quality. you're practically bouncing in your seat by the time the chef slides the first omakase platter in front of you, every piece glistening, delicate, artful.
you pull out your phone.
kento, mid-reach for his cup of tea, freezes again. just like last time.
then slowly—almost robotically—he sets the cup down, places his hands neatly on his lap, and gives you the most stilted half-smile you've ever seen.
you pause, staring at him. "kento—"
"it's alright," he says quickly. "i understand. people like documenting memories. i just. i just wasn't prepared. that's all."
you really should clear the misunderstanding right now.
but instead, a laugh bubbles out of you. "alright. then—hold still."
and you snap a photo. of him. not the food. him.
the photo is terrible—he's as stiff as a board, his jaw locked, and he looks like he's posing for a passport photo at gunpoint.
but it's cute. in the way kento always is, without ever meaning to be.
it becomes a thing after that. you don't even know how.
every time you take your phone out, kento will assume the position. stiff shoulders, straight spine, polite smile.
and every time, you can't bring yourself to tell him that no—really—you're just trying to take a photo of the food.
but by the fourth or fifth outing, something shifts.
kento starts asking, carefully neutral, "do you want me to sit differently? or is this alright?"
and that? that cracks something in you.
"no," you laugh, breathless. "you're perfect."
the words slip out before you can stop them.
kento blinks once, then twice. then he looks down quickly, ears flushing crimson. "i see."
after that, it's like he's resigned himself. if you pull your phone out, he waits. patient, polite, quietly ready.
so you start taking photos. of him. on purpose.
at the cafe, with the tiny cappuccino cup too delicate in his large hands—snap.
at the bakery, applying jam to the slice of freshly baked bread—snap.
at the park, sitting stiffly on the bench while you both have ice cream—snap.
"you're building a collection, aren't you?" kento asks one evening, watching you put your phone down with a barely-contained smile.
you start. "what?"
"photos. of me." his voice is flat, but his eyes—his eyes are soft, just the slightest glint of amusement there. "i'm assuming you have a folder by now."
you flush. "i—no—maybe."
kento lets out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair. "you could just ask, you know."
you blink. "ask?"
"if you want a picture," he says, clearing his throat. "i don't mind. but maybe then—maybe i could try not to look like a stiff idiot."
you laugh, loud and bright, and kento flinches like he's just startled a bird.
"you don't look like an idiot," you say, wiping your eyes. "you look like you. that's perfect to me."
kento stares at you for a long, quiet moment. and then—unexpected, a tiny miracle—he smiles. a real one. the kind that softens all the lines of his face, that crinkles his eyes just enough.
"that might be the nicest thing anyone's said to me," he murmurs.
you open your mouth, close it, then grin. "well, get used to it. you're stuck with me, nanami kento. my photo album's already proof."
kento gives a long-suffering sigh, but his hand—warm, steady—reaches out across the table, brushing yours.
"i suppose," he says, almost fond, "i can live with that."
seven months later, you've built a whole gallery. and when kento catches you looking through it one night—tired from work, tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up—he doesn't say a word.
he just kisses the top of your head, quietly, and murmurs, "just let me know next time, hm? i want to look good for you."
and that is how your silly little secret turns into the softest thing you've ever shared with him.
#wen writes.#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk drabbles#nanami drabbles#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami kento fluff#nanami fluff#nanami kento#nanami
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IMAGINEEE
Being Price's pretty wife, who were so excited to greet him home.
All dolled up just for him, preparing everything needed to pamper him during his leave.
You knew he always had this thing about a pretty lil housewife who wanted to be good for him..
Often saw him fixing his slacks to hide the bulge out of the corner of your eyes, just from the sight of you doing laundry and cooking.
You noticed him having the preference for the latter.
Especially when you wore that cute frilly apron you bought as a joke..
So here you are, waiting patiently for your husband to come home, wearing nothing but said apron.. the bow tied nicely at your nape and above your ass, while the whole apron itself barely covered anything.
You swiftly stood by the door the second a knock was heard.
Opening the door with a sweet smile before you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed.
"Welcome home, John" you mumbled.
Only to hear a.. shameless moan, in an unfamiliar voice.
And a familiar feeling of something hard pressing to your stomach.
"..I'm right here, luv" you then heard John said.
His voice didn't come from the man you had in your arms.
You turned your head, seeing your husband standing there with a mix of annoyance and amusement on his face.
..There are other men by his side who were also staring. You froze.
Feeling your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
Finally, you took a step back. Looking up and saw a pair of baby blues and a cheeky grin.
"J-john, what?" You squealed, trying your best to cover yourself up from the strangers by your doorstep.
John pulled you to his side and chuckled, blocking the sight of you from the others with his body "Pretty sure i texted you about having some companies over"
#call of duty#cod#call of duty x reader#141 x reader#cod 141#tf 141 x reader#task force 141#tf 141#tf 141 x you#price cod#captain john price#john price#captain price#cod john price#john price x reader#captain price x reader#price x reader#mbe's price
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FAQ:
Q: Woah mama (or any variation herein)
A: Yeah
Q: Why is this so long? Add a read more!
A: Then people won't read it
Q: Do people really read the FAQ?
A: I hope so!
Q: What are your pronouns?
A: He/him for Elvis, she/her for the mod
Q: Why do you say "Woah mama" so much?
A: Woah mama they put me in the orb / the scary planet. And Johnny Bravo
Q: Where have you been?
A: Lost in the mojave desert
Q: What about the island?
A: No, it was the desert
Q: What about Mars?
A: No, it was the desert
Q: I thought you died?
A: I got better
Q: Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for nuclear winter
A: Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for nuclear winter
Q: Say trans rights!
A: Trans rights!
Q: What about Woah papa?
A: Woah mama is not a term of address
Q: Do you support X queer group?
A: Hell yeah!
Q: Hi Elvis!
A: Hi random citizen!
Q: How do you feel about the Kings of Freeside
A: I love those guys
Q: How do you feel about the people who played you in the movies?
A: They aren't the real King, hummina hummina hummina
Q: What was it like in the orb?
A: Bad
Q: How did you get in the orb?
A: Stop asking about the orb
Q: My grandparent / other person loves your music!
A: Good for them!
Q: *Literally anything about Bubba Ho-Tep*
A: I'm aware
Q: *Literally anything relating to the sandwich*
A: Elvis only eats lizards and beetles
Q: What about water?
A: Just lizards and beetles
Q: You ate the beatles???
A: Just Paul. And he got better
Q: What's your favorite lizard and or beetle to eat?
A: Ladybugs
Q: Lizards and beetles sandwich?
A: No
Q: How do you prepare the lizards and beetles?
A: I eat them raw. No other preparation. Just lizards and beetles
Q: McLennon?
A: Yeah why not
Q: *That one image of Elvis recieving a message from Charles Xavier*
A: Yes, it's real, stop sending me it
Q: Do you like My Chemical Romance?
A: Yes, I've said it like five times now
Q: Do you like-
A: The musicians I've commented on are as follows: Hatsune Miku, Tally Hall, Chonny Jash, Johnny Cash, MCR, Weezer, Will Wood (And the Tapeworms), Chappell Roan, Jhariah, Lemon Demon, Eminem, Jay, Eazy, Epic the musical, and probably a few others
Q: Have you heard of All Shook Up?
A: Yeah
Q: Wait there's a comma between Jay and Eazy
A: Oh whoops my bad I should probably fix that
Q: What are your thoughts on "Elvis is Everywhere"?
A: I am everywhere
Q: Woah mamaaaaaaaa ooooooo-oooooo-ooooo ooooo
A: I didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on, as if nothing even matters
Q: Do you ship Phan?
A: No but seriously imagine it
Q: Here's a picture of my pet!
A: Adorable!
Q: Where were you on 9/11/2001
A: The Mojave Desert. Please stop sending asks about 9/11
Q: I've started saying "Woah mama" as a stim
A: That's what it is to Elvis as well
Q: Is "Woah Mama" a vocal stim?
A: Read the above answer
Q: I'm starting hormones soon, any advice?
A: Don't be nervous, you got this, I believe in you
Q: Johnny Bravo!
A: Who do you think I've been impersonating this whole time
Q: Greaseball the Deasel
A: Shut up
Q: You misspelled Diesel
A: Fuck
Q: What are your thoughts on Vriska Homestuck?
A: She did nothing wrong
Q: What is your classpect?
A: King of Rock
Q: Cats or dogs?
A: Hound dogs, crying all the time
Q: What would your fursona be?
A: Nothing but a hound dog
Q: What is your fursona?
A: Didn't I answer this already?
Q: If you had a fursona what would it be?
A: Are you even reading this?
Q: *Luminous Mama post*
A: Been there, done that
Q: Hey I got this ad about you
A: I've seen it
Q: What's your favourite Pokémon?
A: Kingambit (Mod's is H. Zoroark)
Q: What's your favourite movie?
A: Aladdin 2: Return of Jeff R
Q: Is the Elvis Special (a bullet) just a bullet?
A: No it shoots out of a gun
Q: Are you woke?
A: Yeah
Q: Can you be the next pope?
A: Yeah
Q: *Forcefemmes you*
A: A photo of a suprised Elvira
Q: Can you forcefemme me?
A: No
Q: Can you forceelvis me?
A: No
Q: What're your thoughts on Mothman?
A: A good friend of mine
Q: What fires the Elvis Special (a bullet)
A: A gun
Q: *Anything relating to Michael Jackson*
A: Woah mama you are banging my daughter
Q: How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
A: 12. 12 woods
Q: What are your thoughts on Lilo and Stitch?
A: Amazing movie (the remake isn't real)
Q: *Tagging you in the Fool's Gold Loaf post*
A: How about I block you right now?
Q: What's the plural of Elvis?
A: Elvii
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A: Woah mama that's the 「 WONDER OF U」
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A: I know, that was fucked up, I don't support pedophilia, this is a silly gimmick blog
Q: Erm actually marrying a 14 year old doesn't make you a pedophile
A: Die in a hole
Q: Elvis was racist and stole black music
A: I know. I don't support that. Just because I'm impersonating a famous dead guy doesn't mean I support everything he's ever done
Q: Can I make an AI chatbot of you?
A: Die in a hole
Q: Make the FAQ longer
A: Okay
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A: I saw!
Q: I love you / I love this blog!
A: Thank you so much!! I love recieving these love messages but I can't really answer them all. Your praise was received, I promise
Q: Anon hate
A: Ouch
Q: Anon love
A: :)
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A: Right damn here
I read every question I'm sent and I wish I could answer them all but I can't, sadly
If I didn't answer your ask don't send it again
Don't try to find my main
Don't tag me in note games or note goal posts or anything like that
These anons and this person's dog get to be here because they asked nicely:
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A: Sorry, no...
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Acknowledge Me
or: Simon finally gives you attention after you piss him off.
“The power it takes, to make me cry that way. Baby, I hate me when you get under my skin.”
cw: 3.6k words (lord), 18+ MDNI, Toxic!Simon/Meanie!Simon, smut with plot, daddy kink (daddy, pa), dubcon, p in v, dacryphilia, degradation (like hell), water park amusement, pvssy slapping, creampie, marathon!, intoxicated sex, pet names (lovie, doll, pup), overstim, orgasm denial, straight debauchery, after care, y/n visuals.
a/n: acknowledge me by doja cat was the big inspo.
Were you a fucking stupid brat?
Or were you simply itching for attention that you deserved?
If you told your friends, they wouldn’t call you a fucking brat. Stupid? Yeah.
For being with a man who didn’t hesitate to curse you out when you annoyed him. Simon Riley didn’t even flinch when you started hearing those hiccups over the phone, he could already picture your trembling bottom lip, huffed out cheeks and tears forming at your water line. If anything it pissed him off further.
“Don’t fuckin try it with those tears [+]. I fuckin told you, you tell me where the fuck you’re goin. Why the fuck did I have see you move to five different bars in three fuckin hours and you didn’t say a word to me about it till now!?” Simon yelled through the phone.
“You and your dumb ass friends are too fuckin reckless—“
“—Don’t call them that-“ you chided.
“-Oh, I promise you lovie, I don’t give a shit.” his voice with venom.
For fucks sake, it was supposed to be a fun night out and if you were one of your friends, it would’ve been. You and your friends loved bar hopping, enjoying the vibe wherever you went and free alcohol that men and women would order for you. You don’t remember how many bars ago, but your phone died somewhere in the middle and you did spend about five minutes at the last 6 bars trying to find an outlet before your friends dragged you away to the dance floor. That had to count for something, right? You did try to get some form of life on your phone for thirty minutes!
You’d finally gotten to an outlet, right next to the fucking bathroom. ‘15 missed called 4 new messages.’ A string of curses leaving your mouth once you dialed that memorized phone number. And there Simon was, talking to you out the ass while the music was booming in the distance, you had your phone in one hand and a finger in the other trying to hear him properly, the smell of only-god-knows from god-knows-what filling your poor nose all so you could attempt to fix your accidental boo-boo :( — but that bastard had to have you crying in the club.
Like you were thirsty for his attention. you were.
No, none of this was your fault. You didn’t need to update the 6’4, blonde, hunk of a damn brat, when he hadn’t even bothered to contact you in a month.
Yup, the ghost was actually known for ghosting you.
Purposely declining your calls, leaving your texts on read or worse: replying with a ‘k’ when you tried to meet up when you knew (least for the most part) he kept to himself. When he was stationed near by, he was at his own fucking house minding his own business. He was the worst. And the cherry on top?
The fucker had your location on.
You swore he did this to get a rise out of you, to see you teetering off the brink of sanity— and you had to attempt to reel yourself back in every. fucking. time. You weren’t his little plaything, you didn’t need him.
“Don’t fuck with me.” you mumbled, salty tears hitting your mouth. Those would be the last for the night, you swore it. It was like the liquor finally left your heart and went to your brain. Liquid courage.
“What’dyou just say t’me?”
Louder, “I said, don’t fuck with me! I’m sick of your shit Simon!” You snapped. You weren’t an angry person, you’d just hit an annoying wall you needed to get though. The annoying wall called Ghost Riley.
“You always- always come out of the fucking blue ‘nd think you tell me what to do! I’m not a fucking idiot, I know what the fuck I’m doin! Don’t be bitchy at me cause I like to have a little fuckin fun with my friends even when you’ve been ignoring me. Fuckin ignoring me instead of telling me what’s up! The fuck do I gotta do to get you off my dick?!”
“You like the messy shit, Si! You like seein me pissed at you just so you’re the one who has to come and fix it! I can’t stand it. You should go find a bitch who likes that shit because I don’t! I hate how I feel right now and I hate that you can’t be one of those kind boyfriends who’ll come and fuckin hold me nice and shit! Hell, maybe I’ll go find someone to hold me realll nice like since you fuckin won’t!” You spat, nose flaring, you were trembling with rage.
“Pup,” one word. Cut throat. Yanking you right back down to reality. “You take your pretty ass home, ‘nd I’ll go easy on you, yeah?”
You felt your chest rising and falling rapidly, you were frustrated that he clearly didn’t listen to your little rant but you felt your panties get damp. Just a bit. Just like always when you saw a punishment coming. You couldn’t help yourself.
“I-“
“—She’s busy right now please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeeeep.” Your friend, Sharon, has snactched your phone out of you hand, quickly interjecting your conversation with the man and hanging up. She hiccuped, nodding her head in satisfaction.
“You can’t spend the whoooole night by this stinky ass bathroom. Let’s go daaaaance, or-or drink.” She giggled, taking your hands. “Or both!” She squealed at her own words.
Fuck it.
You went out with your friends so you could have a good time, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.
Simon had such a nice way of breaking you down to your knees, so you were the one sobbing and begging then bringing you back up. He didn’t do it often, he wasn’t that fucking mean, but he did it when you really pissed him off. Simon needed you to understand— you weren’t in charge. He was. The man doesn’t remember exactly what you did to piss him anymore, it had been a long and grueling month for him anyway. But he had to follow through with something because he’d be damned if he had to actually apologize, you being with your idiot friends didn’t help your case. So he threw it in the melting pot of why he had a right to bully you.
The motherfucker couldn’t help himself.
When he entered your empty and annoyingly small studio apartment, he added another mark to his ‘reasons to fuck babygirl up’ list. He told you to take your sweet ass home, didn’t he? And where were you?
He’d make sure the neighbors knew exactly who the fuck he was.
It should’ve been easy for you to check in, no? He worried about your safety above all else, but it always seemed to fly out the window when you were with your friends who were notorious and extreme party girls while you just went with the flow. He didn’t not like them sober, it’s when you went clubbing you, for some reason, would get hard headed, defiant. It pissed him off, which would always lead to an argument. Usually he’d come snatch you up while you were tipsy, you’d have a cry in the car, mumbling something about how you just knew the man didn’t like you or take you serious.
And partially, Ghost didn’t. He brushed your insecurities away at first, thinking nothing of it as you went about your life. But you kept being on edge drunk or sober. So he would be right there, finger fucking you otherwise while the car was still in motion. And maybe you were right, maybe he wasn’t the sweet and soft boyfriend you wanted who’d hold your cute little hand when you made him angry. He wasn’t the type to coddle you, chicken peck your face with kisses when you felt down. Simon Riley was the gruff and overbearing man you needed to set you straight, keep you grounded when the world went to shit.
That’s what your cute little tantrum was about, least part of it was. Simon knew he was distant, you just needed a reminder he was yours and you were his. And only his. You craved him like you needed food, it was obvious to anyone who saw you two together. He chuckled, couldn’t believe you even suggested fucking some other man. As if they could handle you, as if they knew what you needed.
He’d set that attitude straight.
The shower was running when the front door of your flat closed behind you. There’s no way you left it on this whole time, did you? You didn’t remember. The night turned into a long one.
No, you didn’t get black out drunk like your friends suggested. You had another shot or two, deciding to stay on the sober side with your DD. You two did smoke a fat blunt before hitting another club though, that made you feel like you were starting to lose your hearing. But it mellowed you out completely. The anger you felt, all that angst and sadness? Gone like a snap of your fingers. The person who was yelling and crying earlier? Technically it wasn’t you, you just needed a little peace. A little medicinal help.
After singing and dancing as hard as you could, your drunk friends taking blurry photos and videos of you that you’d probably post later, you persuaded them it’d be best to get something to eat and head home around two am. It took thirty minutes to find a convenience store that was open so you could chow down on something, and fifteen to get home. With a basically empty bag of chips in one hand, purse slung over your shoulder like a duffle, a bag of junk food in your other hand, low red eyes and a small smile— you finally got home.
You’d deal with that asshole tomorrow. Or next week— maybe next month if you gave enough of a fuck like he did.
Who knows.
You sat the bag of food on the coffee table, right now the priority was your skin care routine, then eat, then zonk out till 2 pm. You still can’t believe you left the shower and the bathroom light on that was now blinding your eyes but whatever. You’d turn it off as soon as you were done since it was warm due to the slight steam.
Routine, routine, routin— you stumbled over a pile of clothes. Large male clothes— okay, maybe you were in the wrong apartment.
Not your first rodeo.
You’d just slowly back out and try looking for your apartment. No big deal.
But the shower curtain swung open and you tripped over the clothes, falling right on your ass with a yelp.
“Ya can’t be that fuckin drunk, can ya?”
Your eyes darted open, right at the familiar deep cockney accent— Simon Riley was right there in the flesh, water dripping down his scarred and large body, making him dazzle like a God in that fucked up bathroom light.
Now that was blinding.
“Hello? Are ya listenin?”
Oh, he really wanted an answer.
“ ‘M not drunk.” You said breathlessly. Intoxicated? Yes. But not drunk. The shots had worn off ages ago. Hell, maybe your high was too at the sight of this brute.
What the fuck was he doing here?
The blonde ignored the confused look on your face. Taking a towel that sat on the sink and drying his hair. No point in drying off anything else, he was about to sweat.
So were you.
Simon continued on, stepping past you and you quickly got up, following right behind him like a starved puppy. For someone who hated your apartment, he sure walked around like he owned the place. Nude, large cock swinging, and the look of annoyance written on his handsome unmasked face.
He sat on the bed, manspreading nonchalantly. Knowing you were looking at it, your eyes immediately went elsewhere.
“What do you want?” You mumbled out, shifting from foot to foot.
As if you didn’t know what was bound to happen.
The older man laughed, sarcasm dripping down his throat.
“Be good ‘nd strip, won’t repeat myself.”
“Si-Simon!” Your breath hitched once a large hand came down on your ass, once for good measure.
“Who?” He slapped his thick member on your ass, sliding it through the crevice of your cheeks.
“But- but Simon-“ another slap.
“You’re gonna make it worse for yourself, call me proper.” He smacked his cock over your glistening folds. So fucking wet.
“Daddy mmph,” You moaned.
“All this ‘b-b-but’ bullshit from ya. You’ve pissed me off more than enough. You’ll take all of it today.” Simon slipped inside your hole, filling you to the brim even with half of that girthy cock in you. You both hissed, fuck, it was always so good when he was inside your walls. Simon slowly started to rock his hips into you, slowly but surely making sure you took every inch if his manhood had to offer.
It was when he bottomed out, you knew you were in for it. Simon wasn’t talking to you, he forced your head down on the bed, forcing your back to arch further as he thrusted right at your spot. Over and over and over.
“Gonna cum pa, gonna cum.” You stuttered, feeling the pit in your stomach starting to turn.
“No you’re not.”
“—But—”
“I dare you [+]. I know you’d just looove seein how that turns out.”
You hiccuped, tears brimming as Simons pace got faster. You could feel him throbbing inside you but he wouldn’t cave. He was making the both of you suffer over a petty argument— a mistake that in any normal relationship wouldn’t be that serious.
“I- no- anngh— I need to cum—”
“-You don’t need shit you greedy. fuckin. bitch.” He grunted, swatting your ass with every thrust.
The man yanked you up by your tosseled hair, “You had your oh-so lovin Daddy fuckin worried about’cha so you can be safe then when I finally get a hold of ya ‘nd tell you to go home, you ignore me. Threatenin to go fuck some idiot, but he couldn’t fuck you like I can? Can he? Can’t keep you pretty ‘nd upright? Can he?” His hand trailed from your throat to the buldge at your stomach. He scuffed, “now you’re itching t’cum just because I have my cock right here in ya? Fuckin dumb bitch shit,”
“You a dumb bitch?” He asked, making sure you were fucking him back. Ripples forming on your ass with every thrust.
“Noooo.” You cried out, trying to get away but it only made the brute dig into you further.
“What?”
“No sir.”
“Thaaats right princess. You're my smart little girl, listen to me next time. Good on you- fuck— for tryin to salvage yourself.” He huffed.
You didn’t realize your own toes curling at that small praise, your body trembling as you reached your peak.
“Hold it, did you just fuckin cum? When I told you not to?” He growled, forcing you to look at his eyes that were practically red with anger.
“Wait, wait, wait.” You really couldn’t help yourself, you’d been holding it for how long? And you were still kinda high which made you feel the sensations ten fold, Simon was drilling into you like no tomorrow and then he gave you an inch of kindness after being so mean to you this whole fucking time.
Your body unconsciously took a mile.
“Nope.” He yanked you back to lay your back on him, the rest of his drenched length in you, and lifted your leg so it was over your head, legs parted like the red sea. The first smack on your cunt for the night had you screaming, water spraying out.
Simon gripped your chin, forcing you to look down at the mess you created while harshly rubbing your pearl, still thrusting into you from behind, “You wanna act like a greedy bitch and think with your pussy? Then you cum like a greedy fuckin bitch. Cum you dirty pup.”
And he kept smacking down on your poor cunt, unable to stop yourself from cumming and squirting. Completely creaming Simons girthy cock so that a ring of cum formed around the base of his length.
“Daddy I can’t-“ you keened.
The man scowled, “-Shut. the fuck. up. You never shut the fuck up, the only thing I wanna hear is how fucking wet that pussy is. Keep fuckin cummin like a dirty slut you are.”
And you did.
You were wetting the bed like a dog. Water flying everywhere with every thwack of Simons hand on your abused and misused clit. You didn’t even know how many times you had cum by that point. Words? What were those? You wouldn’t even be able to read a street sign or name your favorite color if asked.
You were seeing pure white, the only thing you could hear was the loud squelching of Simon pumped himself in and out of you. He pulled out for a second causing you to whine at the loss of him, but he slipped back into your tight walls, fucking you in a nice missionary.
He gave your face a few light smacks to the face, tutting “Ah, ah, ah, pup, don’t you fuckin pass out. Eyes on Daddy.”
You managed to pry those long lashes open, hooded and lower than they could ever get when you were high.
“Therrrre my pretty girl is. Look so good bein fuckin stupid on my dick doll. This is alllll my girl needed. A good lesson, yeah? Remind ‘er who’s boss, huh?” He smirked, dragging himself down to you so your legs were at your chest.
“Shit baby, feel you squeezing down on me. Wanna cum with me? Missed me given it to ya just like you always need?” Oh, you were crying again. Yeah, you did miss his mean ass.
And his mean beautifully scarred up face, the mean way his muscles flexed when he did anything, his stupid fucking mouth that had to say some stupid shit touching your full lips, his disgustingly sexy muscular yet pudgy stomach with a happy trail touching your stomach everytime he wrapped those arms around you. His massive presence when he stood next to you, mean brown eyes watching while you did your hair, your makeup, or got dressed. Heartless hands that rubbed your neck everytime he didn’t know how to comfort you because that asshole trying his hardest to understand you.
And that undeniably cruel, overly massive cock fucking you like you were the final girl getting a well deserved an award for making it out the trenches in a horror film.
Your head was full with the thought of daddy, daddy, daddy— you shook your head but you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You hung on to whatever bullshit that man gave you. Only him. Always him.
“Wan- I wan it pa! Wan your cum in me.” you babbled through your sobs.
“Course ya fuckin do. Can’t do shit without me.” The older man crooned. He finally planted his lips on yours, you moaned at just the feel. Pink walls fluttering in ecstasy as he filled you to the brim. Slow thrusts making sure he pumped everything he had into your perfect cunt.
So much for not crying anymore.
The only sound you could be heard in that studio was you cries, like a fucking baby, bouncing off your thin walls. The headboard was finally able to rest, you knew for a fact your neighbors probably despise your being now.
“Why didn’t you- you come see me? I wanted- hicc- I wanted to see you. But- but- you wouldn’t come see me! Wouldn’t even talk to me on the phone,” You sobbed, tripping and falling through your words. “you must hate me.”
The older man rolled his eyes, “Didn’t ever say tha’. How can I hate’cha ‘nd your mine? Doesn’t make sense mama.”
“Didn’t call me though.” You were sprawled out on the bed now, fat tears escaping your eyes. The blonde was sitting on the bed, grabbing the bottled water that he kept in the nightstand, opening it and putting it to your lips to drink. You did, lifting just enough for a bit to go down your bound to be sore throat and flopping back on the bed.
“Was busy swee’art.” Half truth, half lie. Though it was habit, he was trying to keep you in the loop of his life this time. But old habits die hard. The man forgot to reply. His work schedule was fucked, and he was busy spending his free time moving house. The house he planned to give you, it just wasn’t ready yet. Simon was actually being good for you, for once.
“You’re not always busy Si, you just don’t like my annoying voice!” You whimpered.
It took everything in the older brute to not laugh, you were bein so fucking cute. Babbling nonsense but still clinging to him like a lifeline. Still wanting, still his baby girl.
“Told ya, you weren’t annoyin. Got a nice voice, so get it out silly skull.” He cooed, sitting you on your bottom to face him.
You sniffed, moaning and groaning in annoyance but choosing to accept those words. And only those though.
“Fucks sake, Stop it.”
“I caaaant.” You whined, profusely wiping your tears.
“No, dummy.” Simon pushed your hands off your own face, gently wiping the tears with his thumbs that continued to poor out, “Yer gonna throw a fuckin fit if your face ends up bein puffy cause you wipe your tears so damn rough. Take it easy.”
No one knew how to wipe your tears better than the man who created them.
“I wanna make up, you don’t want to?” That was as close to an apology you’d ever get. Always.
A proper Ghost apology was rare as is and you wouldn’t be getting that after your little tantrum tonight. So you ate up what you could get.
“I wanna- I wanna make up too Daddy.” You croaked, dragging out your words. Adorable princess.
“Pfft,” he ruffled your now messy, sweated out hair, “I gotcha.”
“Up you go.” Like a feather, Simon lifted you from the bed, walking to the bedroom you too had been at who knows how many hours ago. He gently sat you on the counter of the sink,
“Let’s get you all ready for bed, yeah?”
a/n: I really love meanie!Simon the most. Let me know what you think about him.
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Simon 'I'm a bloody fuckin' gentleman' Riley
Simon who refuses to let you walk behind him. You're either in front or right beside him and never on the side closest to the street.
Simon who opens your car door and closes it after you get in.
Simon who puts gas in the car and refuses to let you handle it, especially when it's cold.
Simon who will go outside at night if you need to get something before winding down.
Simon who won't let you carry anything heavy even if you can do so.
Simon who won't let you put together or fix anything around the house.
Simon who's your escort around town if need be.
Simon who's the first to whip out his wallet. Complain all you fuckin' want, luv, he takes care of his.
Simon who makes sure everything is taken care of before leaving for deployment.
Simon who makes sure to check in with you every time he can because he knows you worry about him.
Simon who does all that and more because he's a bloody fuckin' gentleman. Your bloody fuckin' gentleman, and he wants your life to be as stress-free and easy as possible.
Simon who hits you with this look when he finds out you paid the tab instead of using the loo like you said you were going to:
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I'LL GIVE IT ALL TO YOU.
synopsis. caleb finds out you’re sleeping with other men. other men who look like him. if you wanted him so badly why didn’t you say so? it’s fine, he’ll just fuck the sense back into you.
cw. fem!reader, praise, edging, overstimulating, calebs a big meanie, reader fucks around and finds out, breeding, idk I need him so bad.
add ons. guys I'm so tired OH DONT GAG ME I FORGOT TO FIX THE SYNOPSIS THIS WAS MADE AT LIKE 11 AM BABES
wc. 2.2k
caleb has always had tabs on you. whether you liked it or not. he needed to know what you were doing, who you were with. it was just.. a safety precaution - well that's what he told himself anyways. he knew your friends , the people you worked with , even going as far as learning who your neighbors were. he could only thank his position as the fleet's colonel for letting him get this information. he was originally going to plant a chip in your phone and learn about both your social and personal life but this just made his little watch-sessions a little easier than what they had to be.
and so caleb thought he had nothing to worry about, truly. he knew where you were at all times and have been in your life for a decent amount of time there should be no one new. well - anyone that poses a threat to him anyways. it's not like you could hide anyone from him anyways.
is what he thought, so so foolishly.
it wasn't until you started spending your time at different places. unknown places at that. caleb took note of each and every house you were in. he took note of the people who lived there. man after man after fucking man. he didn't want to think the unthinkable, how you could be so stupidly whoring yourself out for perverts? one night fucking stands? this wasn't like you, far from you. it wasn't until he looked closer at the men you were fucking, and jesus.
they looked somewhat similar to caleb. it only engulfed him with rage. his heart hurting and pounding. if you wanted him so badly why haven't you spoken to him? talked to him? why were you going around trying to find scraps of him while he was already here for you? with you? arms open and ready for you whenever you were ready for him? that's when caleb decided he needed a bit of time off from work.
caleb made his way home. door opening as he scanned the living room for you. he sat down on the couch, still. he was going to talk to you about this little issue you had. it was gonna be fine, right? he talks to you, you tell him and this could all be swept under the rug. it wasn't until hours later, he heard the twist of the door and the creak of it opening.
just like when you both were in high school, every time you snuck out you would try to slip in silently. though you were never really silent, and caleb was the first to catch you back home before gran. what made you think this time would be any different?
he hands clenched as he stood. caleb didn't think about changing out of his uniform, hell he couldn't think about anything. all that filled his mind was anger. pure. fucking. rage.
"welcome home." he said, it was almost bittersweet. you looked at him, with a sheepish smile. waving. "hi caleb, didn't expect you home." was all you were able to muster out, and that was before caleb took a step closer to you. he watched as you twist and turn, looking for an escape. anything to help you leave, but that wasn't happening. not with him. not now.
"where were you?" he asked, his gaze shifting from you to your body. the clothes you wore tolling him more than enough.
"out." you said softly, you gaze averting his. "with a friend."
caleb scoffed, grabbing your arm and pushing you on the couch as he leaned down. you felt like you were being interrogated, which in theory, you were. "bullshit." he snarled. "you wouldn't be out for hours at some 'friend's' house. nonetheless a friend named fucking jacob. do you think I'm dense, pip-squeak?" caleb was angry, his hands balled up. his body shaking. every movement made him want to die, he could smell the foreign musk, the way you attempted to fix your hair. it was the only time he couldn't bear to be near you.
"he looks just like me." he scoffed. "just. like. me." he moved away from you. in a situation like this, you would've blown up at another guy. yelling at him on how he was able to even find out what house you were in, but it was caleb. of course you couldn't hide anything from him. how stupid could you be trying to anyways?
you couldn't say anything, you wouldn't dare. you lowered your head, but caleb wasn't taking that. he grabbed your chin tilting your head upwards to face you. "don't do that pip-squeak. if you wanted me - craved me, fucking needed me , why didn't you say anything? I'm here. in the flesh." his words piercing through you. oh how he hated being mean towards you, your wavering lips was all that he needed to see before he eventually got down. your head lowering so you could make comfortable eye contact with him.
calebs hands moved from your chin to your cheek. "come on pips," he huffed softly. "you're being reckless for no reason. instead, I'll show you how much I want you, how much I missed you, yeah? you don't need those other guys. after all, they can't beat the real thing." he snickered softly, and you could only nod your head in approval.
"ah-ah, say it. I need a verbal answer." caleb wanted to make sure what he was doing was okay, was right. he wanted to make it known that after tonight, there were no more caleb 2.0's. no more 'casual friendship'. that there would be more than what the two of you already had.
"please show me caleb."
he tugged on your skirt, pulling it down your leg as he rubbed small circles on your panties making you groan. he was being mean. really mean. you grabbed his arm, "caleb, don't tease me. your hands are cold - ah, your gloves." you whined. caleb could only chuckle. "you think you can tell me what to do right now baby? really? just shh and enjoy what I'm giving you."
you groaned, he was slow, too slow. your heat dripped as you twitched and squirmed. caleb used his evol to keep you down, leaning in and placing small kisses around you neck. "do you know how long I've had to restrain myself?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"how many times -" kiss. "I've had to get off thinking about you?" kiss. "I've held myself back until you were ready." kiss. "and you've made it so so difficult baby." kiss.
each word sent a shiver down your spine, teasing you and handling you. caleb looked over at you smiling. "i think you're ready, don't you?" he said softly.
caleb leaned in towards your aching cunt. staring at it like he was starving. he grabbed his hat before placing it down on the side of the couch. "grab on my hair if its too much 'kay baby?" he rubbed your thigh. you nodded in agreement as a smirk laid on his face. Caleb dug in. he licked your cunt making you mewl. your hands searched for something, anything to do.
caleb sucked on your pretty clit, groaning as he tasted your sweetness. he used his free hand, making his way up your body. finding your hand and making sure he intertwined both of your fingers.
he was starved. he placed sloppy kissing on your lips. his tongue finding any to go deeper in you. you felt hot, fuzzy. he made you feel so fucking good, other men were useless compared to him. he was right, nothing - nobody compared to how he made you feel.
and right now he was making you feel fucking divine.
the feeling of calebs tongue on your click made you shiver in ecstasy, it wasn't until moments later you used the hand on his head to pull him back. oh did he look absolutely pussy drunk off you.
your juices flowed off his chin while he licked his lips. the way he looked up at you in pure bliss. oh god did you love this man. "you look so cute, and you taste perfect." he said softly, going back and licking the juices he neglected. you shook and grabbed more of his hair.
"caleb 'm gonna -" you whined, bucking your hips up as he used his hand to hold you down. the other still holding your free hand. caleb hummed in approval, giving you the signal that you could finally let out the release you were holding in. caleb suckled for a moment before moving back, admiring the mess he just made of you.
he got up, his evol lifting you as he sat down in the spot you were once in. his legs spread before placing you in between them. his fingers pushing your panties over before they made their way inside your cunt. your hips buckled at the feeling, caleb grabbed your waist with his arm bringing you back down.
"its okay baby, you can take it." he coos "I know you can, 'gotta make sure you can take me , hm?" you moaned as his fingers stretched you. the sensation of his gloves curving as he hit every spot of your gummy walls. you clenched and twitched between him, making him plant soft kisses on your face down to your neck. "cmon you can take it. stay still, if you don't get through this you wont be able to take me." he reassured you. how big was he?
caleb pushed another finger in. hushing you and kissing you while tears strained down your face. oh he was being mean. "caleb - please 'm gonna cum again" you cried. in response he moved his arm that was holding you down. now using one hand to pump his fingers in you and another to move in little swirls on your clit. you throw your head back in pleasure.
"aren't i the best? making you cum twice? jacob couldn't do that, could he now?" he hummed in your ear, you whined in approval. caleb moved his hands out of you. "since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you ride my cock. but in return.." his voice trailing off as he moved his finger to your belly.
"I'm gonna make you into a mother." he coo'd in your ear, nibbling it. "so I can show everyone who you belong to. to show that you don't need other men. I'm here." caleb planted a kiss on the back of your neck.
it didn't take caleb any time before he was unzipping his pants, pulling on the fabrics waist line and pulling out his cock. "I need you to relax for me, you're ready." he said, pulling you up by your hips and straddling you down on his hard on. oh god, did he feel good.
your cunt dripped all over his base. he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "look at you, messy girl. we haven't even started yet you're already dripping all over me." he grunted adjusting himself a little more.
caleb rocked your hips. he whined for you "mhm that's it, work those hips for me." he moaned. he loved the feeling of pumping his inches in and out of you. the 'pop' noise your cunt and his cock made as he slid out and back in.
your cunt was brimmed to the top with cock. so full it made you think of only him and you. fuck, you were lewd. you couldn't even form a sentence, the only sound coming out of your mouth being moans and pants that were increasingly getting faster and faster.
"gonna come again? come on come with me its - ah okay." his voice was raw and rasp. his gloves dug into your skin as you made a mess on both his cock and his uniform. he didn't care, he was going to clean his uniform this week anyways. it was a sign to let people know that he was yours, and you were his.
caleb still fucked you deep. he caused your toes to curl up and your legs to lift to help him massage every part of you. clit and all. he grunted as he slammed into you, his rhythm leaving and now becoming messy thrusts. "I'm gonna come inside baby, okay? yeah? I'm gonna make you a mommy. oh fuck" he groaned.
"gonna make you bear all my children. fuck fuck" his hips stammered. "just me 'n you 'kay?" you clenched down on him. your back arched as your hands made their way to his thighs gripping tightly.
caleb bit down on his lip, not wanting to hurt you. both of your breaths steadying before caleb moved his head in your neck. he didn't dare pull out, all of his sweet cum would leak out, and you wouldn't want that right?
"I told you," he heaved "I'm better then some lousy rip-offs pip-squeak." he panted heavily. you nodded in approval. he knew that you wouldn't go to any more one night stands. still, there was a long way to go. he still hasn't made you a mom.
and he was going to make sure you bore his children.
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Jealousy, Jealousy with: Housewardens
Riddle Rosehearts
It was honestly impressive how oblivious some people could be.
You weren’t even doing anything particularly inviting—just standing in the courtyard, minding your own business—when someone you barely knew strolled up and started laying it on thick.
“Wow, you must be tired,” they grinned, leaning a little too close for comfort. “From running through my mind all day.”
You stared. Slowly blinked. “...I literally don’t know who you are.”
They laughed, undeterred. “Oh, a little mystery! I like that. We should get to know each other. How about a—”
Before they could finish, a very distinct presence materialized beside you, and suddenly, your hand was clasped in a vice grip.
You turned your head, already stifling a grin. Riddle stood stiffly at your side, his expression carefully neutral—too neutral—but his fingers tightened around yours with unmistakable possessiveness.
And then, in the most Riddle way possible, he opened his mouth and immediately started critiquing their uniform.
“Your tie is loose, your shirt is untucked, and your posture is abysmal,” he declared, gaze sharp. “It’s disgraceful. If you have time to loiter and bother people who are clearly uninterested, then you certainly have time to fix your appearance.”
The person, previously brimming with confidence, visibly withered. “I—wait, you’re—”
“Housewarden Rosehearts,” Riddle confirmed, tone clipped. “And if you ever plan to talk to my partner again, I strongly suggest you do so properly dressed.”
There was a beat of silence. Then—without another word—the person bolted, nearly tripping over themselves in their rush to escape.
The moment they were gone, you turned to Riddle, your amusement barely contained. “Riddle,” you said, voice dripping with mirth. “Were you jealous?”
He scoffed, tugging at his collar. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
You raised a brow, glancing pointedly at the way his grip on your hand hadn’t loosened in the slightest. Then, you took in the very obvious, very intense red dusting his cheeks.
He refused to meet your eyes.
You laughed, delighted, and before he could protest further, you leaned in and kissed him, pressing a quick, affectionate peck to his still burning cheek.
Riddle went still.
“…You are jealous,” you whispered against his skin, just to tease.
“I am not,” he insisted, but his voice cracked ever so slightly, and that was enough to send you into another fit of laughter.
Still smiling, you tugged on his hand, leading him away. “Come on, let’s go do something fun before you start assigning uniform inspections as an act of vengeance.”
Riddle let out a heavy sigh, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he laced his fingers more firmly with yours, the corners of his lips twitching—just barely—before he let you drag him along.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona was going to lose his mind.
Three days.
Three days of watching you run around with those two idiots and that furball, pouring over textbooks, muttering formulas under your breath, completely oblivious to the fact that he existed.
You were studying. Fine. He got it. But you were studying with them.
And not him.
The moment the door to Ramshackle creaked open, you knew.
It was a sixth sense at this point—an awareness of a certain presence, of a lazy kind of arrogance that filled the air like a storm cloud waiting to break.
And break it did.
Because before you could so much as blink, a heavy arm was slung around your shoulders, and your entire world tilted.
You let out a startled yelp as you were bodily dragged from the dorm, Ace and Deuce frozen mid-review session, Grim’s tail puffed up in sheer betrayal.
“Oi—!”
“Not oi,” Leona drawled, utterly unbothered by your flailing. “Mine.”
You spluttered. “Leona, I have to study!”
“You can study later,” he dismissed, hauling you across campus with a grip so firm you had no choice but to stumble along. “You’re overdue for a break."
“I don’t have time for a break—”
“You do” he interrupted smoothly, and that was that.
You huffed, glaring up at him. “This is kidnapping.”
“Tch. If I was kidnapping you, I wouldn’t be this obvious about it.”
That was… not reassuring.
By the time he finally dumped you onto his bed, you were half-expecting him to declare an official study ban, but instead, he settled in beside you, his arms casually looping around your waist, his body half-draped over yours like an oversized, incredibly smug blanket.
“Go on, then,” he murmured against your shoulder, voice low and easy. “Study.”
You gave him an incredulous look. “Here?”
He hummed. “Why not? I got old notes. Bet they’re better than whatever those idiots are using.”
You blinked. “You actually have notes?”
Leona scoffed, reaching over to grab a notebook from his desk. “What, you think I just guessed my way through school?” He flipped it open and, to your absolute shock, the pages were filled with neatly written summaries, key points highlighted with the kind of precision that suggested he did actually pay attention. “See?”
“…I hate that this is actually useful.”
“Told you.”
You sighed, already feeling yourself sink into the warmth of him, the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his fingers tapped lazily against your side, like he knew you were starting to relax and was deliberately making it worse.
Still. If you had to study, this wasn’t… terrible.
You let your head rest against his shoulder, flipping through the notes. “Fine. But if I fall asleep, it’s your fault.”
Leona smirked, his breath warm against your skin. “Then I guess you’ll just have to take a nap right here.”
You rolled your eyes, but the next time you felt him shift, the unmistakable curve of his smile pressing into your neck, you didn’t even bother fighting it.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul Ashengrotto was a patient man.
A calculated man.
A businessman.
Which was the only reason he hadn’t already torn his hair out strand by agonized strand over the fact that you had been frequenting some other café for the past two weeks.
At first, he’d assumed it was a novelty thing. Maybe you had a moment of curiosity. Maybe they had some limited-time drink that you needed to try. Maybe you’d simply gotten lost—it happened more often than you liked to admit.
But no. You had kept going.
Loyal, devoted, regular patronage.
To a café that was not the Mostro Lounge.
Azul could not abide it.
So, instead of despairing in silence, he took action.
The next time you announced you were heading there, Azul smiled, adjusted his glasses, and accompanied you.
Because if there was something about this place that had captured your attention, then he would analyze it, perfect it, and eliminate the competition before they could even think about stealing away his most treasured customer.
(And partner. But semantics.)
At first, it seemed innocent enough. You gushed over some ridiculous limited-menu item with a starry-eyed enthusiasm that made him fond despite himself, but it was just cake. Cake was replaceable. Cake was replicable. Cake was nothing.
And then the owner came out.
Azul didn’t move, but his businessman’s smile settled into place with all the calculated precision of a predator fixing its gaze upon its prey.
The café owner, meanwhile, had their full attention on you.
And they were far too familiar.
Far too comfortable.
Far too eager.
Their eyes crinkled with warmth when they spoke to you, their laughter was just a touch too soft, and their entire demeanor—
Azul’s fingers twitched. He did not clench them into fists, because that would be petty, but—
He was going to destroy them.
With a pleasant, affable smile, of course.
By the time you finished your cake (which Azul had methodically analyzed with every bite), he had already formulated seventeen different ways to not only outdo this café, but to erase its relevance entirely.
He escorted you back to your room, silent for once, but his mind was racing.
And then, after a long pause, he asked, “Do you enjoy their presence?”
You blinked. “Who?”
“The owner.”
You stared at him, visibly baffled. “…I like their cake?”
Azul opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
And then, after a long, suffering pause, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, because of course you hadn’t noticed.
Because of course you had been utterly, entirely oblivious to the way they had been practically fawning over you.
He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
So, in the end, he simply pulled you close and kissed you, long and lingering, with a kind of slow, consuming possessiveness that had you melting against him in pleased surprise.
He held you the entire night, unwilling to let go, much to your delighted confusion.
And if, a week later, the Mostro Lounge mysteriously unveiled a bigger, better, and undeniably tastier version of that limited-edition cake, effectively nullifying any reason for you to return to that café—
Well.
Azul had no comment.
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim insisted on picking you up after class every day, no matter how many times you told him it wasn’t necessary. He always laughed, dismissing your protests with a wave of his hand, as if the very idea of not meeting you after class was ridiculous. “Why wouldn’t I? I like seeing you first thing after class! It makes my whole day better!” And, honestly, how could you argue with that?
So, as usual, you waited outside, looking for that familiar flash of red and gold. You didn’t mind—Kalim was always quick, always eager, and always a little over-the-top about it, greeting you with his usual sunbeam of a grin and a greeting so enthusiastic it was like he hadn’t just seen you that morning.
But today, before Kalim arrived, someone else approached.
At first, you thought it was just an overly friendly upperclassman looking to chat, but the way they leaned in, the way their eyes swept over you, made your skin crawl. Their words were dripping with false charm, their smile just a little too knowing, and the moment they took your hand, something in you snapped.
You were seconds away from yanking yourself free and letting them know exactly what you thought about their audacity—
And then, before you could react, a firm hand wrenched theirs away from you.
You turned, eyes widening in surprise, and saw Kalim standing beside you.
Only—this wasn’t the Kalim you were used to.
There was no bright, carefree smile, no cheerful energy. His expression was carefully blank, his eyes steady and serious in a way that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. He wasn’t angry—no, you’d seen Kalim angry before, and this was something different. This was controlled, quiet disapproval as he stared the person down, his grip on their wrist unyielding.
“Don’t touch them.” His voice was even, but there was no room for argument.
The person sputtered something, an attempt at an excuse, but Kalim’s gaze didn’t waver. He didn’t shout, didn’t make a scene, didn’t need to. The sheer weight of his presence was enough, and after a tense pause, the person hurried off, clearly rattled.
And just like that, Kalim let out a breath and turned back to you, his usual grin slipping easily back into place, warm and reassuring. “Are you okay?”
You blinked.
Your heart was pounding. Not from fear—not even from lingering discomfort—but from something else entirely.
Because, apparently, Kalim without his smile was unfairly, ridiculously attractive.
You managed to nod, clearing your throat, forcing yourself to breathe as he took your hand—gently, reverently, the complete opposite of the unwanted touch from before. He squeezed it lightly, beaming at you as if the last few minutes hadn’t happened.
Later that night, as the two of you lounged together, he confessed, a little sheepishly, “I hated seeing them touch you.” His grip on your hand tightened slightly, as if just remembering it made his stomach twist.
You couldn’t help it—you laughed, leaning in to kiss him. He hummed against your lips, pleased, the jealousy from earlier completely forgotten.
And if, after that, Kalim insisted on being even quicker to meet you after class, practically appearing the second you stepped outside—well, who were you to complain?
Vil Schoenheit
You had been meticulous in your planning. A surprise party to celebrate Vil’s latest movie role—because, really, any excuse to throw a party for him was a good one. You coordinated with Rook (a double-edged sword, given his enthusiasm), found the perfect venue, picked out a cake that was as extravagant as he was, and carefully avoided any suspicion.
Or at least, you thought you had.
Vil, on the other hand, was about five minutes away from losing the last thread of his sanity.
You had been avoiding him. Not in the obvious, dramatic way—but in the subtle, infuriating way that made his stomach twist unpleasantly. Shorter conversations, quick kisses before running off, whispering in dim hallways with Rook, of all people.
Rook, who delighted in keeping secrets and spoke in riddles even when he wasn’t actively trying to be cryptic. Every time Vil so much as entered the room, your conversations stopped, and all he got was your innocent, suspiciously wide-eyed smile.
It was unacceptable.
But Vil was not jealous. Of course not. He was above something so irrational. Why should he feel threatened? The very idea of it was absurd. He was merely… curious. Concerned. Watching you sneak around with Rook had been horrible for his blood pressure, but jealous? Certainly not.
(And if his skincare routine had gotten even more rigorous to account for stress-induced breakouts, that was purely coincidental.)
So when you finally waltzed into his room, all bright-eyed and smiling, telling him to get dressed, his patience—what little remained—snapped.
In one smooth motion, he had you caged in against his vanity.
You blinked up at him, startled. “Uh. Hi?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You have been distracted lately.”
“Uh.” Your bluffing instincts kicked in, but it was useless. Vil’s gaze was sharp, his lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t look angry, exactly—he looked… hurt.
And, well. That was enough to shatter your resolve immediately.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you!” You blurted, hands flying up in surrender. “We planned a surprise party for your movie premiere, and I didn’t want to ruin it! That’s why I’ve been sneaking around!”
Silence.
And then—
Vil laughed.
Not a quiet chuckle. Not a delicate, amused exhale. No, he laughed so hard that he had to lean on you for support, his entire body shaking with it.
And just like that, the tension was gone. He exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before straightening. “Next time,” he said, smoothing his hands over your shoulders, “just tell me.”
You sighed, half-exasperated, half-fond. “That ruins the surprise.”
“Surprises are overrated,” he declared. “Now, come. You planned this party, and I refuse to let you attend it looking anything less than perfect.”
Before you could protest, he had already grabbed your wrist, dragging you toward his closet.
And honestly? After all that turmoil, matching outfits was the least he deserved.
Idia Shroud
Idia had been off all evening.
Not in the usual, grumbly, "the outside world is a waking nightmare" kind of way. No, this was different. This was pointed.
He was pouting.
You had first noticed it when he refused to meet your gaze, keeping his head turned at an almost comical angle whenever you tried to look at him. Even when you sat next to him, close enough that your shoulders brushed, he still wouldn’t acknowledge you.
At first, you thought he was just having an introvert moment. But then you noticed his fingers—tapping on his controller in short, stilted bursts, his usual fluid movements replaced with something far more sulky.
Something was wrong. And worse, he was refusing to tell you.
So, naturally, you did what any reasonable person would do.
You grabbed his face.
“??!!??!” Idia made an undignified noise as your hands squished his cheeks, forcing him to finally look at you. His wide eyes darted around frantically, looking for an escape, but you just leaned in, resting your forehead against his.
“What’s wrong?” you asked softly. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did.”
For a second, he wavered. You could see it—the way his hands twitched, his lips pressed together in a battle between staying mad and melting like he always did when you held him like this.
But then—betrayal. Pure, unfiltered betrayal flashed in his eyes.
“If you don’t even realize your crimes,” he huffed, “then you don’t deserve to be told.”
…Huh.
You blinked at him, torn between concern and immense amusement. His cheeks were puffed up in an actual pout, his shoulders slightly hunched like an offended cat. His hair even flickered with a dramatic little sizzle, the blue flames crackling indignantly.
So, you did what any responsible partner would do in this situation.
You kissed his cheek.
He made another noise—this one more flustered than betrayed—but at least he wasn’t turning away anymore.
“Idiaaaa,” you coaxed, voice lilting as you gently rubbed soothing circles against his jaw. “Come on. Tell me.”
He hesitated.
Then, in a grievously wounded tone, he finally muttered:
“You did your dailies… without me. Who did you do them with?”
You stared at him.
“…That’s it?”
He gasped, looking even more betrayed. “That’s it?!”
Okay. Maybe not the best response.
“I just—” You tried to stifle your laugh, but failed miserably. “I didn’t know it was that serious—”
“IT IS,” he declared. “We have an unspoken promise! Every night! We do our dailies! We do our pulls! We suffer together in the gacha mines!” He gestured wildly, his voice spiking in distress. “And today—today, you—you—” His voice wobbled. “You betrayed me.”
You clutched your chest in mock horror. “I have committed the greatest of sins.”
“You HAVE.”
You bit your lip, barely holding back another laugh, but then—then you saw his face. The dramatic pout, the still-flickering flames, the way his fingers fidgeted against his sleeve.
And suddenly, it hit you.
This wasn’t just about the dailies. This was his time with you. The one moment of the day where it was just the two of you, side by side, relaxed and rambling about nonsense while farming loot drops.
And you had accidentally robbed him of it.
Your amusement softened into something warmer. You pulled him closer, letting your fingers trail through his hair as you pressed another kiss to his cheek—longer this time.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured, resting your chin against his shoulder. “I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. I did them alone, by the way.”
He mumbled something under his breath, still sulking, but at least he wasn’t pulling away.
“I promise I’ll wait for you every day from now on,” you continued, letting your fingers trace comforting patterns into his back. “Okay?”
“…Tch,” he muttered. Then, after a long pause, he finally slumped against you, his entire weight pressing into your chest.
You grinned. Victory.
“…You are watching the Premo concert reruns with me as compensation, though,” he grumbled, his voice muffled against your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, amused. “Fine, fine.”
And that was how you ended up in Idia’s room for hours, marathoning concerts.
And if you showed up to class the next day completely wrecked from lack of sleep?
It was fine.
As long as Idia was happy.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus Draconia is above petty emotions.
He is the Prince of Briar Valley, an ancient being of immense power, the strongest fae in existence—he does not succumb to something as trivial as jealousy.
…That is what he tells himself as he watches you, once again, being hopelessly kind to people who clearly do not deserve it.
He watches as you nod along to Crowley’s latest absurd request, despite the fact that everyone knows that the headmaster is little more than a well-dressed menace with a penchant for delegating all responsibility to you.
He watches as some random student—a student who has never once acknowledged your existence before—approaches you with a bright, eager smile, undoubtedly about to ask you for yet another favor.
And he feels a peculiar, simmering sensation coil in his chest.
Malleus is not petty. He does not get jealous.
But he does dislike seeing you taken advantage of.
So, before this interloper can even get a word out, Malleus simply appears by your side, materializing in that eerie, seamless way that only he can. His presence alone is enough to make the student stumble back in terror, but then—just to be certain—he reaches out and takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours with casual ease.
The effect is instantaneous.
The student goes pale. Their entire body stiffens, eyes darting between you and Malleus as if calculating whether their life is worth whatever ridiculous request they were about to make. The answer, apparently, is no, because they immediately spin on their heel and flee.
Malleus watches them go, his expression carefully neutral.
He usually dislikes the way people fear him. But today?
…Today, he finds himself rather pleased.
Satisfied, he turns back to you, fully expecting you to be grateful for his intervention. Perhaps a soft smile, a quiet "thank you," maybe even a fond squeeze of his hand—
Instead, he is met with your grin.
That knowing, teasing grin.
The one that says you know exactly what he just did. The one that says you know he is not as above jealousy as he claims to be. The one that says, without words, oh, so you’re feeling possessive today?
Malleus pointedly ignores it.
“Come,” he says smoothly, giving your hand the lightest tug. “Let us go somewhere… peaceful.”
You let him pull you along, but not without looping your arm around his and leaning into him with unmistakable amusement.
Malleus pretends he does not notice.
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trying to break up with your fuck buddy, rafe
rafe paces. back and forth. hand running through his hair, jaw tight, eyes sharp with something between frustration and disbelief.
‘you want to stop?’ his voice is even, but there’s an edge to it.
you nod, arms crossed over your chest. ‘yeah.’
‘why?’ his head tilts, eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for an answer that actually makes sense to him.
‘i don’t like what this is turning me into,’ you say, voice steady. ‘it’s not who i am. and i don’t want it to be.’
he exhales sharply, turning on his heel and pacing again. ‘where is this coming from?’
‘i’m not blaming you for anything, rafe.’ you sigh, feeling the weight of this conversation sink into your bones. ‘i just realized i don’t want to be another girl in your rotation.’
he stops mid-step, turning to face you. ‘rotation?’
you hold his gaze. ‘you know what i mean.’
his jaw tenses. ‘you knew what this was,’ he says, voice low, careful.
‘i did,’ you agree. ‘and now i know i don’t want it.’
he drags a hand down his face, shaking his head. ‘i thought everything was fine.’
‘it was,’ you admit. ‘but i’m a ‘girlfriend’ kind of girl, rafe. i have boyfriends, not fuck buddies.’
rafe lets out a dry laugh, almost disbelieving. he starts pacing again, steps restless, like he needs to move or he’ll explode.
then, from outside, a familiar voice cuts through the tension.
‘rafe! come on, man, we’re waiting!’ topper, followed by laughter and girls’ voices, high and sweet.
your stomach turns, but you don’t react. instead, you nod toward the door.
‘you should go,’ you say softly.
a pause, a sharp inhale. his jaw clenches. ‘we’re not done.’
‘i said what i needed to say.’ you swallow the lump in your throat. ‘you have girls waiting for you.’
he stops pacing. his expression hardens. ‘you think that’s what this is about?’
‘i think it doesn’t matter,’ you answer. ‘because you’re not my boyfriend, and you don’t owe me anything.’
his hands curl into fists at his sides. ‘you’re doing that thing again.’
‘what thing?’
‘acting like you don’t care.’
you inhale sharply. ‘i do care, rafe. that’s the problem.’
something flickers in his expression. for the first time, he looks uncertain. like this wasn’t supposed to happen. like he never considered the possibility of you walking away.
he starts pacing again, steps quicker now, frustration rolling off him in waves. ‘so what? you’re just done?’
you nod. ‘yeah.’
he stops. looks at you. then, after a beat, he says, ‘fine.’
you hesitate. ‘fine, what?’
‘i’ll be your boyfriend.’
you blink, caught off guard. ‘what?’
‘you want a relationship?’ he shrugs, like it’s the easiest fix in the world. ‘done.’
‘that’s not how this works.’
‘why not?’ his voice is sharper now, defensive. ‘you said you don’t want to be just another girl— fine. be my girlfriend.’
you shake your head, a humorless laugh escaping. ‘jesus, rafe.’
‘what?’
‘you don’t even want to be my boyfriend. you just don’t want to see me with someone else.’
his jaw tightens, and for the first time, he stops pacing. stands still.
‘you can’t just decide to be in a relationship because you don’t like the idea of losing me,’ you say, voice softer now. ‘that’s not love, rafe. that’s possession.’
his lips part slightly, but no words come out.
‘you don’t know how to do this,’ you continue gently. ‘how to be with someone in a way that isn’t just about control.’
he exhales, slow and deep, fingers rubbing at his jaw as he looks away for a moment. when he meets your gaze again, there’s something different there. hesitation, sure. but also something you weren’t expecting.
fear.
‘i don’t want to lose you,’ he admits, voice quiet now.
your breath catches. ‘then be better.’
rafe swallows. ‘tell me how.’
‘you already know how,’ you whisper. ‘you just have to choose it.’
the silence stretches between you again, but this time, it’s different.
it’s not heavy. it’s hopeful.
then, from outside, topper calls out again. ‘rafe! you coming or what?’
rafe doesn’t even look toward the door.
‘nah,’ he calls back, eyes still locked on yours. ‘i’m good.’
your heart was about to try to break out from behind your ribs.
his gaze softens. ‘stay?’
you hesitate. ‘rafe—’
he shakes his head, stepping closer. ‘if i say i can do this, then i can do this.’
you search his face for the lie, the excuse, the escape route he’s bound to take. but there isn’t one.
he raised your hands to his mouth and kissed the tip of each of your fingers in turn. your thumb, your index finger, your middle finger, your ring finger, finally your pinky, and then, your gaze caught the black cross that rested on the centre of his chest.
you wonder if his heart beats steadily.
his lips twitch, just slightly, into the kind of smirk that used to make you roll your eyes. ‘i’ll be the last boyfriend you’ll have,’ he murmurs. ‘you’ll see.’
your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not with dread.
‘okay,’ you whisper.
he grins, triumphant. ‘yeah?’
you exhale, a small smile creeping onto your lips despite yourself.
‘yeah.’
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my sister got engaged and we’re all really happy for her but my bitter rain cloud of a dad (who naturally she told last) is giving her a bit of passive aggressive grief about it despite her boyfriend being like the best man of our generation (presumably either because he’s not catholic or because my dad sees them as young dumb unemployed people who aren’t ready for marriage or because he’s mad he barely has any real love with his own wife or something). so like pray for us? i wish i knew what to do
#if my dad had any brain cells or observational skills whatsoever#he’d realize that in terms of our faith the problem is not the boyfriend. that guy is brilliant and open minded and would probably ace RCIA#the problem is my sister. who is catholic in name but it’s clear to me how hard she’s fallen away from the faith#but like my dad has created such a bitter home environment we never have meaningful conversations with him#so like he doesn’t know *anything* about our inner lives#all he sees is labels. all he judges people by is labels#literally you can still get married in the church to a non catholic it’s just a matter of expecting them to convert eventually#and promising to still live according to the principles of the church and raising your children as such#but my parents are absolute fools if they think that’s the issue. if my sister was true in her faith her bf would have converted already#i am sure of it. the guy is smart he just needs to be guided the right way#evidently my parents don’t realize that about him either#if my dad could become a decent parent for once and stop trying to drive his kids away from the faith by only cherrypicking the parts of it#that intersected with republican/conservative boomerisms#ugh. if he was a virtuous father she’d be a virtuous daughter and therefore all her friends and loved ones would be virtuous as well#should i blame my dad for all our family problems? no.. not rightfully……#but like. the impact a father has on one’s life cannot be understated#ugh i’ve had the sense for a while that God wants me to be the one to fix this family#because looking around it doesn’t look like anyone else is gonna do it#but that’s such a daunting task… especially alone… i don’t have any true friends (ie who share both my faith and life experiences)#and like. it’s really hard to try to assume the role of a teacher or counselor when someone is older than you#or uh. in a position of direct power over you for that matter. esp when clearly deeply mentally ill#the concept of trying to essentially parent my own parent while i myself am miserable and unstable#esp when he is the primary cause of that#just. ughhhhh it’s such a vicious circle#like i’ll do this if i have to i’ll undertake that daunting mission but i have to be so careful and really sort myself out first#or for that matter if i were to volunteer to like. catechize my sister’s boyfriend (heaven knows she couldn’t do it)#i’d have to really study my stuff bc i think the intellect is the only real appeal here#like i said tho his conversion can probably never really happen as long as my sister remains the way she is#what i know is that the first step is fixing myself. i have to be a pillar of virtue if i wanna stand as any sort of authority on the faith#problem is i suck and shouldn’t be regarded as a role model for anything. i have the knowledge down but that alone won’t fix me
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got held up in traffic today cause some noob couldnt drive the fucking loop-de-loop. lmfao fucking coward
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ok but robotnik's kind of a dilf tho
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he's literally a war criminal can we NOT do this tumblr
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@wispgender dont u literally simp for nominatus like who is one to talk
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NOMINATUS ISN'T REAL????
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that you know of
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what
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saw sonic the hedgehog irl once. he showed up at my village, released 30 feral pickys in the town hall, paid the ice cream vendor roughly a thousand rings for a single chili dog, told me not to waste my life worrying about the little things, and then caused a fucking tornado
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ok and??? you're not special
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THIS WAS A PERSONAL POST GO AWAAAAY
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sucks that sticks the badger hates all technology you know she would do NUMBERS on here
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being an islander be like "are those the kind of eggsplosions i should worry about or the kind of eggsplosions that are gonna repair our crops, fix the economy, and bring my dead grandma back to life"
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being a continenter be like "oh great what primordial diety has risen from the grave to block traffic and fight a 15yo today"
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being a chao be like "chao chao chao chao chao"
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you said it my mans
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hold on if sonic the hedgehog is jewish then how is he santa claus
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dont question him
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hey guys real question are human/mobian relationships problematic
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op is about to start the anthro church schism of the fifteenth year all over again
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ok but in all seriousness did your mom never teach you that part of history
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someone doesn't know about the united federations public school system
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what the fuck is a public school
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are we gonna talk about op's chaos radiation fetish
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OP'S WHAT NOW
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ok but am i the only one who thinks that the public school system would be a good idea if handled right? like i know it's traditional to learn from your parents and then experience the world on our own from the ages of 7-13 but like combining all our knowledge and learning together doesnt seem like a bad idea
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bitch that's what the internet is for
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yeah where else am i gonna learn to make infinite chaos emeralds
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"infinite chaos emeralds" that's called the phantom ruby
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everybody on this site has brain damage
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yeah. from the radiation
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caught this today
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do we ever talk about that time the sky turned blood-red and shadow the hedgehog's demon dad descended from on high to murder us all and we only barely survived
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shadow fixed it it's fine
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yeah that was like twelve apocalypses ago move on
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kinda wanted to bang black doom tbh
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THE DEVIL???? FROM THE BIBLE????
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yeah. move over gayboy i'm boutta be shadow's new dad
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starting a conspiracy that time hasnt moved since 2006
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why the fuck was i shadowbanned after posting this
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so did y'all see that genesis wave or was it just me
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BACK????
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Hello, @emeraldfwuitgummy!
I actually quote that image on a constant basis! Sonic thinks it's hilarious every time. He's quite the fan of memes, and it's nice to get a laugh out of him!
Formally,
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SO WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT TAILS WAS ON THIS FUCKING SITE OR--
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do. do you not know he created tailblr. dude it's in the name lmao
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he
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didn't eggman invent this site???
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THE EGG ABANDONED SCRAMBLR IN ITS TIME OF NEED AND THE FOX RAISED US FROM THE ASHES. YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT HIM
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what's not clicking
#long post /#sonic the hedgehog#sonicverse#sth#sonicedit#mine#unreality /#unreality#long post#<< trying different tags here cause ppl are telling me the first attempt wasnt working
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none of it was fake
bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader
summary: you've been undercover with bucky as husband and wife. upon returning, he seems to have forgotten that it was all pretend.
word count: 1.6k+
warnings: two idiots cluelessly pining for each other. fluff. usage of petnames such as sweetheart, doll, and baby. lowercase writing.
note: hi, babies. how's everyone? this is my first fic in ages, so sorry if it's not my best one. i just wanted something cute ++ this is unedited & not proofread, might fix it laterrr. still hope you'll enjoy this one! xo
dividers made by @firefly-graphics!
comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡
“i can't believe your first kiss happened during a mission. an undercover mission!”
wanda huffed, still hung up on the mission you had with bucky weeks ago wherein you had to play pretend as a married couple. there had been a kiss or two during that time, and it felt impossible not to tell your best friend about it when you had been crushing over the soldier for ages.
wanda knew what you felt towards bucky. in fact, she was the only one who knew, or at least the one you shared th information with, and she made sure to ask everything about the mission, even if it took days for her to interrogate you.
“excuse me? that was not my first kiss,” you said defensively, reaching for a cup from the cupboard that you had just opened. “and why are we still talking about this? you and nat already squeezed out every information from me for an entire week.”
“i didn't mean your first first kiss!” she exclaimed, following you around the kitchen as you made yourself a cup of coffee. “you've had a crush on the guy for so long, and the first time you two kiss each other is when you're pretending. that's not how i pictured it at all!”
you had to admit, the mission was sort of a blessing in disguise and a curse at the same time. you were glad to be able to spend time with bucky in ways you've dreamt of, but there was also the horrible reminder that none of it was real. with how avoidant bucky was with you, it was impossible for any of it to happen outside of the mission.
“well, maybe you should stop picturing us doing that sort of stuff. you're way more invested in this than i am, wanda. don't you have your own relationship to think about?” you asked. although you knew she was in a happy relationship with vision, you just wanted her to take a break from all the bucky talk. “when is your man home anyway?”
“my relationship is doing great, so i'm good. i don't need to think of it as much since he gives me everything that i need, and i think of yours because you deserve happiness as well.” she smiled fondly, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “and i'm glad that you asked because this reminded me that vision's arriving with bucky soon.”
“already?” your eyes widened at her statement, completely forgetting that bucky, along with steve, clint, and vision, were coming home today from their mission. “why didn't you tell me sooner!?”
after finishing your mission with bucky two weeks ago, he was immediately sent into another mission which specifically needed him. so, today would technically be the first time you're seeing him again since you last called him your “husband,” which was more nerve-wracking than you expected.
“hey, i'm your best friend, not your alarm.” wanda raised her hands up, defending herself. “and why are you so worried? i can feel your anxiety without needing to be in your head.”
“well, we never talked after.. you know,” you replied, taking a big sip out of your cup. “i know none of it meant anything and that we were just doing our job, but it's the first time i'll be with him normally and not as a pretend married couple. it's kinda awkward, wands.”
“you were able to pretend you didn't like the guy for months, you can do it again for another day.” she answered. “unless you finally tell him what you feel?”
“oh, that? yeah, never happening. i'm not going to risk—”
“there you are, sweetheart.”
there was a collective shocked gasp from both you and wanda, recognizing that voice from behind. except the gasps had different reasons.
you were surprised with his arrival.
wanda was surprised that he casually called you sweetheart.
you turn to find bucky already walking towards you with a smile on his face.
this man never smiles unless he was tasked to do so!
“bucky! you're back!” you awkwardly greeted him.
“yeah, didn't they tell you? i was looking for you when we landed.” he said, pulling you close to him before bending to place a soft kiss on your lips like it was something he'd always done. “you okay, baby? you look pale. did you eat?”
i look pale because wanda is right here with us and you just kissed me while acting like we're dating!
“um, yeah, i'm fine. i'm fine,” you answered, gently pulling yourself away from his arms before he could wrap them around you completely. “can we talk? privately?”
he frowned, worry etched on his face, but he nodded and squeezed your arm softly. “of course. where do you wanna talk, doll?”
“anywhere where wanda isn't there.” you said lightheartedly, throwing a sharp glance at wanda who finally understood what you wanted her to do.
“oh! right, right. i'm sorry, you guys can stay here. i have um..” she paused, thinking of a reason to say. “i have to look for vision anyway. we're supposed to watch a movie together. bye!”
and just like that, wanda was gone and you were left alone with bucky in the kitchen.
before you could speak, bucky asked you first. “what's the matter, doll?”
“what's the matter?” you echoed in a higher tone. “what was that all about?”
“what are you talking about?” he asked, seemingly confused.
“you kissed me, bucky, like it was nothing. then you keep calling me these nicknames.” you reminded him. “we're back home, not in los angeles in our fake house that we used as a fake couple.”
bucky took a step back when he realised his actions, now finding it hard to look at you. “i.. i'm sorry. i completely forgot. i just.. i wasn't thinking. i got used to how we were before,” he mumbled, still finding the right words to say. “did i make you uncomfortable?”
“no, but you made me confused,” you replied. “i'm guessing you got used to how we acted as a fake married couple, but you were gone for another mission. how are you still stuck with the old routine we had?”
“because that's all i could think about,” he answered, now staring at you. “while you're back here in the tower, completely done with our mission, i was thrown back into another one, having only you in my head to pull me back up from the fatigue.”
“you're telling me that you kept thinking about us even when you were gone? why?”
“haven't you?”
“is this a trick question?”
“it's a question to find out whether you like me too or not.”
“you.. you like me?” you blinked. “that's impossible.”
“how on earth is that impossible?”
“because you're always so cold and grumpy around me,” you answered. “i think you're just confused with all the acting we've done, bucky. you don't like me.”
“i was supposed to go on that mission with sharon, not you.” he exhaled. “she volunteered to do it, so she was initially picked. i tried getting out of it, but i had advantages that they needed for the mission to go smoothly. so, i agreed, but in one condition.”
“what was it?” you whispered.
“that you should be my partner,” he answered quickly. “ask me why.”
your heart pounded. “why?”
“because i wanted an excuse to act the way i've always wanted to. i wasn't cold or grumpy because i didn't like you, i just didn't want to scare you.” bucky explained, his hand reaching out for yours. “god, doll. figuring out whether you like me or not has got to be the hardest mission i had to deal with. so do me a favour and get me out of this misery.”
once your lungs found a bit of oxygen again, you finally spoke. “what you said.. you mean it?”
bucky nodded. “every word.”
“well, i like you too.” you tried to bite back a huge smile. “for some time now, actually. wanda will eventually tell you all about my obsession with you. i can't believe we were both worrying for the wrong things.”
“your obsession with me, huh?” he asked cockily, a teasing grin plastered on his face.
“really? i said all that and that's what caught your attention?”
“can't help it. i've been obsessed with you for a long time now as well.” his eyes crinkled at the corners, a little smile gracing his lips while his arm slipped around your waist.
your eyes peeked up at him through your lashes. “does this make it real now?”
“do you want it to be?”
“you're really asking me that?” your chest rumbled. “of course i do.”
“then let's make it real.”
bucky watched you intensely for a few seconds as if he wanted to frame this exact moment before licking his lips and leaning down. you suck a breath, eyes closing as you felt his soft lips meet yours.
you never realised how much you've grown familiar with his touch and affection since your time together as a fake couple.
except this time, none of it was fake.
should we see their time in los angeles as an undercover married couple? 👀
if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌
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