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uhhmm whas the ship name between vigilante and pepperman called??!?! does anyone know!??! im gonna post stuffs of them soon...
send drawing ideas of them if anyone has any i need to commit brainspace to think about these goobers
#my art#pizza tower#the vigilante#pepperman#I dont fuckin know is itlike#vigipepper or osmething!?!@? I DUNNO !! TELL ME PLEASE SO I CAN TAG IT RIGHT WHEN I DO SOMETHING PROPER#pepperman x the vigilante#also whoever sent in that ask asking for them kissing#u started this#you will get ur food soon#also yea im procrastinating lol#EDIT THANKS @ cuorb for the heads up#its#pepperlante#!! thank youu!! :)
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toxic yuri vampires you will always be famous to me
#mysims#simblr#ts4#ts4 edit#the sims community#oc: naomi#oc: nadia#lethal devotion#I was gonna post these some other time but nieâs little smirk Iâm entranced sorry#I need them both immediately. oh my god#AND NADIA đ§đ»ââïž#no greater joy in life than making ocâs with ur friends#thereâs this one specific scene Iâve been thinking about between nadia and nie#okay back story nie was assigned to kill nadia her client paid top dollar to see her killed#they know nadia is powerful but not much else about her is known#nie's snuck into her kingdom by being gifted to her as a lowly maid#one of the first things nadia says to nie is sheâs too pretty to be doing her laundry and sheâd look better on her knees#THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE đ«”đŒ#nieâs first attempt at nadia life is by poison#but as soon as nadia bites into her food sheâd slowly look up at her and begin laughing in her face#sheâd grab her by the throat until theyâre face to face and say something like#'you think ive never been poisoned before my dearest punishment?' and kiss her with the poision still on her lips#DONT even get my started on their nicknames#nadia calling nie her sweet creature my little sacrifice my darling monster#nie would call nadia my darling god with so much disdain and hate in her voice#as if she doesnât dream of begging at her feet every second of the day#whatever đ
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Lmao a sudden headcanon pops out of my head. What if emperor awesome and Elora used to be exes?. Wonder what peepers reaction to that.
This probably
#i actually dont think that'd ever happen mostly because Elora doesn't even know who Awesome is until she gets acquainted with the Empire-#-who she met through Wander and Sylvia#but like?? if they were to have any sort of âthingâ going on i feel like it'd be a Glomgold and Goldie situation (Ducktales 2017)#where he swears up and down they're toooootally into eacg other when it's actually heavily one-sided#<- which is pretty funny considering that Glomgold has the same voice actor as Hater LMAO#i uhh don't know where I'm gojg with rhis. im rambling sorry#nah but if they were to be exes i think Elora would wanna take that 2 the GRAVE#ofc everyone would find out and i think it'd be funny if Peepers was just like âWHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.â#lowkey feel like he'd rub it in Awesome's face that HE'S the one with her now đ like LMAOOO LOSER I'M BETTER THAN YOU AND I TOOK UR EX!!!!#asks#might draw something w dis idea soon idk....food 4 thought ig?
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8 minutes before the worst shift of my life lol
#going to make food with 1 hand#with a sick coworker who can hardly function#both of us going in because 8 people who dont work today didnt want to#im not taking off my FUCKING compression glove to use both hands either. im not risking my health for a 5 hr shift at a FAST FOOD PLACE.#and people are bamboozled when hours get cut yet more people get hired#and i get it. it sucks working on your day off and you're entitled to a day off#but sometimes you just gotta take one for the team#i do it ALL THE TIME cause i like letting the sick and injured rest. imagine that#wish me luck my sweet little internet people ur parent will be home soon
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Shit I been cooking lately
#upper left was tonight; baked chicken w sauteed broccoli and stovetop mac w sharp ny cheddar#upper right was last night; fried dry rubbed wings w steamed broc and a serving of arroz con mais#lower left is a pizza w a peeled tomato marinara- sliced mozz- THEN pepperoni peppers and onion then topper w shredded mozz#and lower right is pan fried dry rubbed pork chop chunklets w a new zealand white cheddar mac and broiled asparagus seasoned w parmesan#bones rattle#if you need a metric on how old i am i am officially posting food pics#i cant wait till tomatoes are in season so i can do my big pasta shells w mozz pearls and freshly crushed tomatoe sauce and basil#plus i wanna learn how to do chicken n broccoli or bulgogi soon#i need to try some red meat.#plus i still have my ground turkey pastelitos to make...#ive been doing cooking after work as opposed to going right to drawing or gaming and its been soothing after a long day#baking too#i made a big yellow cake in a hotel pan and cookies for later#which is now tbh :3c#''gwen are u getting fatter'' YEA IM EATING FOR MYSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE#SHUT UR GAB AND EAT MY MANDOLINED CARROTS AND PEAS I PUT CHILI FLAKES IN THE BUTTER SO THEY CAN BLOOM IN FLAVOR W THE CARROTS#skeleeats
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i feel like i have rly strict boundaries w ppl eating my food but i feel like i shouldn't but i like . recovered from an ED and i hate having my food messed w / having less food than i thought but i feel like i shouldn't care/just get over it
#like imagine u rly care for smn but their house is kind of far so whenever u go there u stay for a few days#but they have nothing in their pantry to actually make a meal w except like. eggs and bread or smth#and they dont cook for u . but u cook for them all the time when they come over#and you are aware that due to this issue of like . never having food at their house they are often hungry#note : the food thing is less financial strain and more energy/they dont have the willpower to like. buy stuff to cook w ig ? but they also#dont order takeout so they just eat like. bread. and peanut butter. and eggs.#but anyway so ur like ok im gonna bring my own food this time so u do. they know abt ur ed thing. and u tell them youre hungry when#ur at their place so you brought this food for yourself. u are aware eggs and bread cut it for them and they feel full#but u are low on energy a lot bc ur not actually having a nutritionally balanced meal etc etc. anyway so as soon as u get ur food out they#start eating...ur food. and ur like . ok ïżœïżœ . like they dont rly ask they just grab a fork and they start eating#and ur like its fine theyre hungry they can have it . but u brought enough food for like a few days and now u have enough for like#1.5 days maybe. so u tell them..i feel like i miscommunicated but the food was...for me...sorry...but u feel HORRIBLE and guilty abt it#and then theyre like ok . and then they keep having ur food#and ur like#ok#:D anyway u made an extra bowl of the food and froze it for urself for when u get back home#bc u suspect u wouldnt have energy to cook . but u end up inviting them and they come along. and on the way#ur like i understand u were hungry but i made the food for myself so next time ig i can make 2 ppls worth of food so i wont have to like#worry abt skipping meals n stuff so much when im over at ur place . and theyre like. ok#and then u get homr. and then#they ask for that last bowl of the same food that u made for uself . and ur like đ« okkkk#obviously u give it to them but its like . oh my goddd pls just let me eat my own food i am HUNGRY TOO#and i made it for myself !!!!#but i dont want to be selfish and i rly rly dont want anyone to be hungry bc ik what it feels like and i hate HATE seeing ppl i love be#hungry but it feels like over this week theyve crossed this boundary like 3 times but its like#what if i fuck stuff up by telling them. theyre literally at ur place too w lots of ingredients u could have just made smth for them but#they chose that specific meal u made for urself for after u got back which is the same meal u made like 4 bowls of for when u were at their#place and its like . AUGHHSHDHDH
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My uncle owns a couple houses in Vegas, so i used to be there a lot as a kid. Looking at it now, as someone who's hardly old enough to consider themselves an adult, it really is this strange fucking alien world out there. There's the deserts, yeah, but the city itself, and The Strip, are so wild to me. An entire city built off of criminals and gangs which might still be around and running things. Built off of tourist traps, gambling, and sex appeal. A city unlike anywhere else in the world, though I don't think I can say that as a compliment.
It has its highlights. I liked going Go-Karting there and there's this sick-ass water park we used to go to. But beyond the glitz and glamour of those expensive, high rise hotels, those bright, flashing, loud casinos that stink of cigarettes, and those fancy restaurants that are only expensive because the waiters wear suits and the ingredients happen to be from a country most of the patrons couldn't even spell, there's a weird, sinister feeling to the place. Maybe I'm being overly dramatic, or I'm just projecting my hate for casinos, but the entirety of the strip is oddly unsettling to me. The whole place feels like some kind of amusement park. There's attractions and things to do around every single corner. There's billboards driven around the city on the backs of trucks for sex hotlines and sex shows. Almost every single hotel has a casino built in somewhere, and they're all themed like it's some kind of new area in Disneyland. The fancy restaurants have a 50/50 chance of being actually really good Italian food or some kind of restaurant that's avant garde and will serve you portions hardly big enough to feed a 12 year old. Vegas is showy, that's the kind of city it is, and that it's intending to be, buy part of me looks at it (in particular The Strip) and sees some weird Capitalist Dystopia where the rich old white folks go to spend their retirement money and generational wealth, and are fed advertisements no matter where they look so they will spend their money, and are prompted and coerced to gamble and attend shows and buy everything so they will spend their money. Vegas is weird.
I don't say all that to act like there aren't an abundance of great things in LV. There's plenty of great people there and plenty of great businesses, !buy I feel like in my mind (mostly because I don't live there) the good things are largely overshadowed by that weird, sinister money trap, power hungry, elitist, cigarette stained energy that The Strip embodies. I dunno, I'm probably just talking to the wind here, but I can never shake that feeling about the place when I'm there. I don't really like it there cuz of that. I go to some casino on The Strip for dinner with my family for some special occasion, and my head starts hurting .The food is good, and I enjoy my family's company, and I appreciate them spending so much money on food for me, but being on The Strip just makes me feel bad. I think it's the nature of the place. It's too bright and too loud and it always smells like cigarettes or alcohol or both, and that definitely makes the headache worse. There's good things there, sure. I'll never not appreciate La Cañonita in The Venetian, they're one of a few things I actually look forward to if I go to Vegas, but I just don't like it there outside of those nice, short moments. I've not been there in a long time, but I'm not exactly looking forward to going back.
las vegas is a special kind of horrifying compared to the rest of the southwest because you get three different flavors of horror all together. thereâs the strip, obviously, the hypnosis of the casinos. you know they intentionally donât put clocks in casinos? and they put mirrors wherever they can? theyâre trying to disorient you so you stay inside. theyâre trying to trap you. and the casinos are different but theyâre all the same underneath, slots and shows and roulette wheels, the same bones in different bodies. but then you get outside the strip and youâre in the suburbs. itâs flat. barely anything outside the strip is more than two, maybe three storeys. everything is in a strip mall. the houses are identical wherever you go. even the schools - there are two major architectural blueprints for high schools in las vegas. if youâve been inside one school you can navigate them all. itâs all the same and itâs all normal, in defiance of the neon of the strip. (you can see the beacon from the luxor from anywhere in the city, you can always find your way to the strip, but- is that better, than being somewhere that you know? somewhere thatâs the same wherever you go?) and then of course if you step too far outside youâre in the desert. much further and youâre in the mountains. the suburbs are creeping out further and further, taking over, but there will always be desert. summer will always be 120 degrees. there will always be heat and scorpions on the edges and no matter how far you push out you will not be able to build on the mountains. no matter how hard you try the desert will find you. and none of these things are mutually exclusive, not as much as you think. there are slot machines in grocery stores. there are houses behind casinos. there is undeveloped desert in the center of everything, reminding you that the desert was not built to hold you, the desert was not built for this, you should not be here. you shouldnât be here.
#im sorry if im bashing ur like home city or smth but idk im just yappin here#i should sleep soon ive got people to see tmrw#fuck man i want barbacoa#ugh i hate thinking ab food i get hingry#i sound like a cartoon character there ignore that#okay i love you all bye
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DpxDc fic where Danny is just haunting the Bats and providing memes to the internet whilst being invisible
Because I read a fic ('the curious case of who lives in the walls' by RaccoonRobyn over on ao3) that has Danny chilling in the Wayne Manor's walls and commenting on the Wayne's habits and goings on and i just
Tl;dr danny has a twitter page where he invisibly follows the bats and documents their funny mistakes like a nature documentary.
One day a Gothamite spots a new twitter page on their feed. Its not got a lot of posts, but they're all pictures. And the first one is... Nightwing. Lying on the concrete, face-down, with another bat or bird very obviously laughing at him.
They think nothing of it. They compliment the photoshop for its realism, and move on. Except there's more pictures. All of them, every last one of them, has the Bats and Birds suffering from a trip, fall, a gaffe, a misstep, anything and everything.
And then they find a video
Its clearly a handheld or phone camera, pointed at Robin in an alleyway. Someone starts talking, in a very poor attempt at sounding like David Attenborough, narrating like a wildlife documentary. "Here we see the youngest of the Bat-brood partaking in one of its more private behaviors, unseen and unknown by its kin."
And Robin just. Steps further into the alleyway and gets swarmed by stray cats, all begging for food. He grins and starts feeding them, all whilst narration continues, talking about this like its an animal's behavior.
And they have more. So many more.
A video of Red Hood. He does a fancy gun twirl when nobody's around, bobbles it, and accidentally fires into the ground. He picks it up and acts like nothing happened. But the video sees all.
A video of Batman on a gargoyle on a skyscraper, with shaky footage from clearly around a corner, but on the same level. "Commentary on this specimen has been added in post, for reasons you will soon see. Batman, the patriarch of the Bat-Brood, is incredibly elusive to research, and for good reason." In the video, the camera jolts a little and Batman turns suddenly to the sound of rocks moving. The camera goes still, and Batman scans the area, seemingly seeing nothing. Then, his white eyes turn blue, and he looks directly into the camera. Footage ends.
The acc posts a screenshot of a dm that is very clearly an Oracle sockpuppet. She has sent something along the lines of 'how have you obtained this footage, this is dangerous,' etc etc. His response is 'i am in ur walls lol'
He is not aware of the level of Bat Paranoia this brings out.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp#dp x dc#writing prompt#he's just bein a little silly!#its not his fault the bats become paranoid of invisible drone cameras or stalkers!#for clarification#bat's eyes turned blue bc he switched his cowl to thermal vision#and then he saw a human shaped cold spot and went '!!!'
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could i request spencer x bombshell!reader where maybe spencer and the team meet readerâs ex boyfriend / a guy she used to be interested in and heâs sooo different from spencer so he assumes her flirting is a joke but really she never had a type until she met spencer n now sheâs only into nerdy, sweater-vest wearing sweethearts <3
love ur work sm i only read spencer fics but i read all your characters bc the writing is so intoxicating !!
thank you for your request angel! <3 1k, fem
Spencer looks adorable today. Youâre not sure if he knows, but that can be easily rectified.Â
âSpencer Reid,â you say sternly.Â
Heâs immediately wide-eyed and sorry. âWhat?â he asks, pouting.Â
âYou have some explaining to do.â You glare, taking your compact from your pocket. You open it, check your appearance, fighting a huge smile as you flick the mirror on him accusingly. âSo, what do you have to say for yourself?âÂ
âI donât get it.â His eyes jump between the mirror and you. âSorry?âÂ
âYou should be sorry. Do you see how nice you look today?â He rolls his eyes. âHey, donât act like you donât know what I mean.â
You and Spencer have known each other for years now, and you love him. Youâd die for him easily in the field, and out of it too, but youâre not together and heâs bad at accepting compliments, so he shrugs you off like youâre only teasing him.Â
âMy handsome partner,â you say. Even if he isnât your boyfriend, thatâs your loophole. You and Spencer get paired for everything these days, because youâre best friends and Hotch has given up on separating you (though professionally thereâs no need). âI could eat you.âÂ
âStill mildly threatening, then,â a voice says.Â
You spin in your chair, shocked and a little horrified to find the last person you wanted to see here in Connecticut. âCory!â you say, knowing heâll believe youâre enthusiasm if nobody else.Â
âHi, beautiful. You werenât gonna call me?âÂ
Your lips pop as you reply, âI was definitely going to, just as soon as we werenât on the clock. How are you?â you ask, standing to receive the hug you know heâs going to give.Â
Cory is⊠well, heâs gorgeous, though that hadnât been why you had fun with him when you were here last. Heâd seemed nice enough and plainly interested in you at the time, and youâd been sort of lonely, so really he was a necessity of the soul rather than a want. Plus, he was very rich.Â
Gorgeous he may be, but Spencer Reid he is not. You donât deny it to yourself âthe genius behind you has completely changed your type, the kind of man you vy after, and if youâre honest, heâs the one for you. So hugging Cory and pretending youâre going to call him for drinks after the case is over isnât easy. You lie rather than reject him.
âHe seemed nice,â Spencer says in the awkward silence Cory leaves behind.Â
âSure!â you say, blowing out a hot breath. âWas I embarrassing myself? I didnât expect to see him.âÂ
âYou were the same as usual.âÂ
You tilt your head back as the door opens again, worried itâll be Cory back for a last word. Emily smiles at you knowingly, a bag of takeout in hand. âGod, did you see that?â she asks, eyebrows rising. âHe was perfect.âÂ
âIf you like the Greek god motif,â you joke.Â
Spencerâs frowning at his files when you turn back to him. âSpence, whatâs wrong?â you ask.Â
âMm? Nothing.â
âYou sure?â you ask.Â
He maintains that heâs okay as the rest of the team flood in for lunch. You pretend to believe him, not sure what youâve done to upset him but willing to figure it out. You unwrap his food for him and place his plastic cutlery on a napkin as you know he prefers, sorting through the cup drinks to find his diet lemonade. âHere, handsome,â you say, touching his shoulder gently as you sit down next to him.Â
He bristles.Â
âSpencer?â you ask.Â
He looks around the table. Hotch and Rossi are talking about something with shared smiles, while JJ and Morgan debate the case. Emilyâs on her phone with a straw between her lips. They arenât listening, and so he says, âItâs not a fitting nickname.âÂ
âWhat, handsome? Thatâs not a nickname, itâs a pet name, and itâs true. Youâre one of the most handsome guys Iâve ever seen,â âyou laugh and grab his elbow when he shakes his headâ âare you kidding? Spencer, you could be a model. Iâve told you this a hundred times. You have amazing cheekbones, just dreamy, and your lipsââ
âOh, god, please donât start,â he says, covering his face with both hands. He sounds like heâs smiling. âI shouldnât have said anything.âÂ
Hotch shoots you a donât tease look. You send him a vehement Iâm not back, waiting for him to look away before you prod Spencer again. âYouâre so cute, Spencer, you donât get it.âÂ
âI donât wanna be cute, cute isnât your typeââ
Your eyes flare. âWhat would you know about my type, Spencer? Is thisâ is this about Cory?âÂ
âOf course it is,â he says, face pink as he drops his hands.Â
âSpencer, he is not my type.âÂ
âBut you dated.â
âOne date. And that was before I realised I liked dorks in sweater vests,â you say. Youâre both acting like this is half a joke, a skit, in case youâre overheard, but youâre also both well aware that itâs serious and vulnerable and flustering to confess certain things right here and now. Too bad it has to be done. âI miss your glasses, babe, they really added to your charm.âÂ
Spencer shakes his head, picking up his styrofoam boxed lunch to ignore you.Â
You sidle close to him, your pinky finger rubbing the slightest hint of his bare wrist. âWanna get drinks with me tonight? I need a cover story in case Grecian Cory tracks me down. And, you know you get that really cute blush when you drink. What do you say?âÂ
âNo,â he says with a smile, which means yes in this instance.
You kiss his cheek, giggling at the lipgloss left behind. âYouâre my type, handsome.â
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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INSTA PREGNANCY POST
SUMMARY: you and matt announce your pregnancy/birth on insta!
YOUR POST
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yn.yln: growing a baby is pretty cool, 10/10 recommend. (p.s doing it with your best friend is even better. @/matthew.sturniolo )
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nicolassturniolo: it really wasnât just food poisoningâŠ
yn.yln: no just a baby!!
christophersturniolo: Congratulations â€ïž đ love u guys.
yn.yln: love u so much chris <3
matthew.sturniolo: love u kid
matthew.sturniolo: never been more proud of my best friend, thank you for the mini version of you. i love you.
yn.yln: i love you so much, diaper duty employee of the month!!
mattswife: HE GOT HIS FALL BABY? OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR YALLđâ€ïž
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matthew.sturniolo: we all know i hate captions so this is going to be weird but thereâs no way that i can go another day without screaming at the top of my lungs, a huge thank you to my best friend. my partner. my soul mate. watching you sacrifice everything every day these last nine months (41 weeks and 4 days to be exact but whose counting anymore ?) to grow such a precious little life i get to call mine will forever be my most cherished moment, right after meeting you. thank you for really making the dad in my dad jokes a reality. i love you both with every thing in me. @yn.yln
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marylouoffical: My baby has his own babyđâ€ïž Come visit soonđđŒđ
matthew.sturniolo: soon as itâs safe to fly with babyâ€ïž.
yn.yln: mama lou!! thank you for raising such an amazing father for my child<333 see you soon best friend!!
yn.yln: iâm crying so hard right now. canât even blame it on the hormones this time, I LOVE YOU. OVER N OVER AGAIN.
matthew.sturniolo: foreverâ€ïžâ€ïž.
christophersturniolo: bro gots his own lil fam nowâ€ïž
matthew.sturniolo: ur an og dw kidđ§
nicolassturniolo: okay have like seven more immediately
yn.yln: yk the whole thing about the hot new dad walk? yeah i was ready to pop out four more before we left the parking garage.
matthew.sturniolo: @yn.yln not against the idea đ
nicolassturniolo: very dilf of you matt
matthew.sturniolo: get outta here w that bruhđ
mattsmunch: alexa play that should be me by justin bieber ft rascal flattsđąđą
a/n: i love making little insta post like this sm :,)
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tips for runaways of abusive families
from one who did that
note: this assumes you are 18+ or will be 18+ upon escaping, and also american, sorry
BEFORE YOU LEAVE:
get your insurance information, ESPECIALLY YOUR HEALTH INSURANCE. you can use it until you're 26
have your ssn memorized
make sure you have a decent amount of money saved up, dependent on your situation
have your method of transportation figured out beforehand. are you leaving the city? state? general area? country? get it planned out
if you are planning on taking your pet with you, make sure you have food stocked up with you and bottles of water. i would also reccomend bringing a 1ml kids syringe if you have the type of pet that will stop eating/drinking in stress situations. also bring a form of cover like an extra shirt or towel if it is an easily stressed pet. also make sure you have a carrier, and if you're going on a plane, make sure it is up to the standard of your plane, as well as making s ure your type of pet is allowed on the plane, especially if its an "exotic" pet, aka anything thats not a cat or dog
i also may recommend stocking up some food but depending on your situation this may not be needed
stock up on any medications you may have/need
don't give your family any form of information they could use to track you down in the future, especially if theyre the crazier types
make sure to change your passwords on any technology you may be leaving form and log out completely on them. make sure you have no files they could use to find you
DURING:
leave at a time where you're 100% sure nobody will catch you. if you have a family member that comes home late from work, know when they'll be back and asleep
turn off ANY location services you have after you're already away from the house, even if it alarms them. you don't want them to figire out where you are
wear a jacket with pockets, especially deep ones
make sure you have your wallet, forms of id, etc
get ready to run as fast as you can
if you're leaving the state, especially via plane, DO NOT IMMEDIATLY GO TO THE AIRPORT, THEY WILL CHECK THERE FIRST! go to a hotel and spend 1-3 days there while they exhaust their time and figure you already left. THEN you can go
stay calm while you're in the process of leaving. the moment you hit the air, they legally can't do anything
keep any critter you have calm, especially if they can suffer health problems from stress
have your hotels booked in advance
AFTER:
dont give your family your address if they try to talk to you
if you can really, cut them off entirely. chances are theyre not gonna change
get an air mattress as soon as you can, we used doordash for one
figure out how you will be paying finances. if you're living with someone, great, if not, you may have to post donation posts on social media until you can get a job
be happy you escaped, good job! most people won't be able to do this so im proud you were
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I dunno if u do requests however ID FUCKING EAT UP A TOBY SMUT SO MUCH OMG I DONT HAVE ANY CONTEXT OR WHAT I WANT I JUST WOULD 104% SWALLOW DOWN A SMUT FOR TOBY âŒïžâŒïž anyway as yk i love ur works and ily and idk you but anyway have a nice day/night :3 <3 AND TY!!!!đ
carley ily this is for you đ«¶
Refuge For Two
Summary: You decide to spend the weekend at your familyâs cabin during a snowstorm after a particularly stressful week. When you find an injured Toby, your need to care for him turns into his need for you.
Characters: Ticci Toby x Female Reader
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Injury, blood, wounds, fingering, thigh fucking, tics, inexperience, kinda first time, vaginal, desperation, cumming on thighs, slight restraint, biting, virgin
Words: 5.7k
As the tires of your Jeep skidded down the gravel path that winded to the cabin, relief finally settled.
Winter was always a rough time for you. As if seasonal depression wasnât kicking your ass, your job definitely was. Working at a hospital had always kept you on your toes, but with the snow and ice set in, more and more accidents piled up in every room. It was nothing short of exhausting.Â
So when you eventually had enough and called your parents asking to borrow the family lodge for a little rest and relaxation, you couldâve cried when they dropped off the keys to you the next morning. The cabin wasnât far from your own home. You lived in a small town nestled off the side of the highway and the cabin was just up the mountains about an hour away. It was a perfect distance from your tiring job and busy life, giving you the time you needed for the weekend. And the drive wasnât terrible. Dark clouds had settled in the sky, rolling over and swirling at the peak of the heavily wooded mountain. It made you all giddy to think of how comfortable it would be nestled up by the fire while snow coated the ground. Yeah, you needed this.
Pulling the Jeep under the carport adjacent to the large cabin, you shut it off and hopped out. The cold wind whipped at your face making your hair fling wildly. You hugged yourself, teeth chattering as you flipped the hatch open, threw your duffle bag over your shoulder, and hurried to the front door.Â
The sun sat just above the mountain range, casting a blue haze over the dense forest through the thick cloud cover. To you, it was beautiful. The calm before the snowstorm that was soon to set in. You unlocked the door, hurrying inside and tossing your stuff on the kitchen island. The inside of the cabin was nearly just as cold as the outside, offering you little relief from the wind. Hurrying over to the living room, you gripped the few logs nestled by the fireplace and tossed them in along with a a couple of matches you found on the mantle. Warmth engulfed you immediately, the fire casting a comforting glow to the rest of the room. A couch and a loveseat sat close to the fireplace, a large rug bringing the room together nicely.Â
Shuffling your shoes off, you kicked them by the door and rustled through the contents of your bag. Random warm clothes, a book you intended on reading, some junk food, and your phone. As you flipped the screen on, you noticed the no service notice in the upper corner before flipping the screen back off and setting your phone down. Whether it be from the high altitude or the dense forest surrounding you, your phone was no use this weekend. Somehow that made you happy, knowing you wouldn't have to worry about getting called in suddenly.Â
You flicked on the small light above the stove and flicked the gas eye on, blue flames erupting from under the metal bars. You filled the kettle resting on the counter with water, placing it on the eye and grabbing a mug with a bag of tea. You quickly brought your bag to the small bedroom down the hall, changing into some comfier clothes before heading back to the kitchen at the sound of the kettle whistling. Pouring the piping water into the mug and letting the tea bag rest, you cupped the mug in your hand and turned to the living room.Â
Through the pulled curtains, you could see the sun was setting low behind the dense trees, a dark pink tint painting the sky through the thick cloud cover. Snow had begun to fall, little flakes of white decorating the trees and ground. The sound of the fire crackling just pulled it all together, driving you to nestle into the corner of the couch with a blanket and sip your warm tea. This was the perfect retreat from your busy life. Nothing but the sounds of nature and fire to keep you company, an amazing contrast to the beeping of monitors and yelling of patients. This was the solitude you craved.
When finally the sun slipped under the ridge and the sky became completely dark, you flipped open your book and clicked on the lamp on the coffee table next to you. The snow had piled up a couple of inches now, the wind whipping outside the cabin and creating a low whistle all around you. It was slightly unnerving, but in the security of your warm cabin, you didnât mind it all that much. You became lost in the pages of your book, your tea and the fire creating an atmosphere where your brain slowly crept away. So when you heard a loud thunk outside, you had to close your book and lean forward, unsure if your brain was playing tricks on you. But when you heard another loud thunk just outside the cabin walls, you jumped out of your seat and tugged the curtain back, peering into the dark storm. It took you a minute to adjust your eyes, but when you saw the figure of someone curled up near a large tree, panic coursed through you. You had to double-take just to make sure you were seeing things correctly. What the hell was someone doing this far up the mountain??Â
You wanted to shut the curtains and hide under a blanket, more scared than anything. But being a nurse, your caring instincts took over and you slid on your boots and jacket, quickly hauling open the cabin door. The wind blinded you briefly, the heavy snow whipping against your face and chilling you to the bone. But as you rounded the cabin and trudged through the thick snow, you came up on the figure, realizing it was a boy, curled in on himself and shaking violently. Sliding your hands under his shoulders, you hauled his arm over your neck and hoisted him up. He rested his body weight against you, dragging his feet as he let you pull him to the cabin door. Hauling him inside, you slammed the door shut and brought him to the couch, laying him down quickly.Â
His body still shook violently, the warmth of the fire fighting hard to warm his body. His blue lips chattered, the patches on his face dark and stuck against his skin. Under the light, you could now see the large tear in the arm of his heavy jacket, dark blood soaking through. He wore heavy boots and dark jeans, his curly brown hair stuck to his forehead as he panted for air. But what caught your attention was the hatchet strapped to his belt. Alarming. You quickly realized he was just a boy barely scraping his twenties, he was taller than you, but lanky and not much larger than you. He reminded you of your patients, feeble and sickly.Â
Snapping back, you quickly slid his arms out of his jacket, his long-sleeved shirt underneath torn to shreds at the arm as you finally caught the wound: three large gash marks cut into his arms, tearing the flesh and bleeding quickly. You panicked at the sight, wondering what on earth could have caused that. You didnât know of any mountain lions in the area, but even then the claw marks were too big for them. There was little time to think as you sprinted into your bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit stuffed inside the medicine cabinet. Pulling it open, you groaned at the lack of sewing needles or sterilizing spray, just some alcohol wipes and rolled elastic bandages. It would have to do. You wet a wash cloth and brought the rest of the supplies back to the couch, where the boy was beginning to stir.
He tried to sit up, but your comforting hand pressed his chest back down against the couch. He was freezing and still shaking wildly, but at least his lips were returning to a somewhat normal color. âItâs okay. Lay down, Iâm here to help.â You cooed to him, rolling his sleeve up to his shoulder and examining the scratches closer. They werenât as deep as they seemed, but the blood was spilling quickly. If you didnât hurry, he could likely pass out. You pressed the wet washcloth to the wound, the boy stirring immediately. He was mumbling something you couldnât understand, his hand wrapping tightly around your wrist in an attempt to pull yours away, but you resisted. You pressed a hand on his cheek, reassuring him softly as you cleaned at the wound, the blood slowly clotting under the warm rag.Â
He was still mumbling, whispers of no and please falling from his lips, but he had quit tugging at your wrist. His eyes were still shut, pupils moving quickly underneath in a silent panic. When the wound was clean to your liking, you tossed the rag and tore open an alcohol wipe, bracing your arm against his chest. âThis is going to hurtâŠâ You warned, angling his arm and pressing the wipe against the wound and braced for the panic that you were sure would come. But when he barely flinched, his mumbles unwavering, you raised your eyebrows in alarm. It was odd, but you ultimately chalked it up to his body still being numb from the cold, his pain receptors not fully awake yet. Once the wound was sterile, you wrapped the flesh-colored bandages around his arm tightly, encasing the wound and hopefully stopping the bleeding. You secured them in place before looking at the boyâs face, slightly jostled when you caught him staring at you through hooded eyes.
You rolled his sleeve back down, sitting up and off of his chest and giving him a good once over, satisfied you couldnât see any more injuries. âThat should keep it clean.â He glanced between you and his arm, rising himself up slowly to lean his head against the armrest of the couch. When he did, his neck twitched violently, eyes squinting shut. It caught you off guard, but he seemed to ignore it as soon as it happened. He smiled at you lazily, reaching his arm to brush the hair from his forehead. âT- Thank you.â He said hoarsely, voice still raw from breathing in the cold outside. Stutters. Tics. So all the twitching his body was doing wasnât just from the cold. You recognized the movements, seeing them in other patients. Who was this kid?
You sat across from him on the couch, catching your breath. âWhat the hell are you doing out here?â You questioned, eyes flicking between his sickly face and the hatchet strapped at his hip. He took notice of this, sitting up further onto his elbows. âUhh⊠Hun- Hunting. For bobcats.â He smiled quietly, unsure of his own answer. You wanted to question further, wanted to press as to why he chose the night a snowstorm was coming through to go hunting. But you didnât. You just watched the fire crackle. âWhatâs y- your name?â He caught your attention again as he fully sat up, sliding his legs off the couch and landing his feet on the floor. He was recovering fast, the warmth entering his face again, his strength rebuilding strangely quickly. â[Y/N].â
âThank you, [Y/N]. Iâm T- Toby.â His shoulder twitched at your name, his eyes trailing to the fire as well. The situation grew tense quickly, your mutual silence growing too loud. âIâm a nurse. Couldnât just let you die out there.â You smiled at him, standing and shuffling to the kitchen where you repoured your cup of steaming hot water, this time grabbing another cup. You placed a tea bag into each, cupping them in your hands and bringing one to Toby. He took it reluctantly, staring into the liquid and swirling it around before taking a sip. He sunk into the couch as the warmth pressed his mouth, the taste comforting him. He drank the rest in two big gulps, setting the mug down before popping up.Â
âWell, b- better get goi- going.â He laughed awkwardly, springing around as if he wasnât just on the brink of hypothermia. You sat up quickly, swallowing the rest of the tea in your mouth. âWhat?! You were nearly frozen to death. Absolutely not.â You bit harshly, blocking his way to the door as he scooped up his jacket. Toby looked at you curiously, unsure why you were giving him the decency like it wasnât common courtesy. âThe storm wonât stop till morning. Till then, thereâs no way you're going back out there.â You huffed, sitting him back down on the couch.
You didnât trust him. The hatchet at his side and the uncertainty of his story made you very suspicious. But he was just a boy, definitely not much older than you. You couldnât send him back out there on a good conscience. Although his constant ticcing and jerking were catching you off guard, the genuine concern for him overrode any fears you could have. After fighting with yourself, you made up your mind. He wasnât anything to fear.
âSo, Toby. Are you from around here?â You mused, sipping down the rest of your mug before grabbing him and bringing them to the sink. Sliding off your boots and jacket, you tossed them near the door, scooping up Tobyâs and neatly folding them on the loveseat across from you. He smiled. âYeah. Got so- some, uhm, family who live near h- here.â He stared out the window as he spoke, fingers fidgeting with each other as he watched the snow whip through the air. You deduced that he wasnât a very good liar. But whatever, you didnât know him and he didnât know you.Â
As the storm outside thickened, a shared silence hung over the two of you. Around an hour had passed since you brought him inside, but little had been discussed between you. Toby stared out the window, looking for something you didnât know. He had kicked off his boots and sat them aside, laying into the couch comfortably. His hatchet perched on the coffee table beside him. You kept to your book, occasionally glancing up to study him. It was odd, even though he had warmed up, his skin was still a sickly pale color, and the only sign of life was the dark red tint over his cheeks and ears. The bandages still clung tightly to his cheeks, a large one on his left covering a rather large wound from what you could tell. Peeking through the shreds in his sleeve, you could see the bandages on his arm were stained dark with blood. Closing your book, you reached for the first aid kit, stirring Toby to look at you. âNeed to change your bandages,â You sighed, unwrapping the roll of cloth. âWhat got you anyways?â He flinched, rubbing his hands together. He was way too nervous for such a simple question. âBobcat.â Another lie. If he wasnât going to tell you the truth, there was no reason for you to push further. You slid closer to him, rolling his sleeve up again but the shreds of cloth kept sliding down. âH- Here.â Toby leaned back, hooking his hands under his shirt pulling it over his head, and tossing it to the floor.Â
What you were met with took you back with shock. This guy was decently ripped. Toby was thinner, but his abs and chest muscles complimented him perfectly. His shoulder and arms were thicker too, veins stretching down his arms and muscles pulsing under his weight. Clusters of freckles ran over his skin, hiding the deep blush he sported. The clothes he wore hid his figure nicely, who wouldâve guessed he was secretly ripped? The twitch of his neck brought your attention back to his arm. You could see the small smirk on his lips as you blushed, embarrassment creeping over you as you unclipped his soiled bandages. The wound was a lighter color now, the dark bruising around the wound healing nicely but the puffiness of infection still remained. âYouâll probably need stitches. But itâs looking better.â You grinned, tearing open another alcohol wipe and sliding it over the damaged skin. When he didnât flinch or hiss, your confusion only grew. Maybe he had a good pain tolerance. Or maybe the cut had severed a nerve. Either way, he was going to need to have this looked at professionally.Â
âItâs o- okay. My fam- family has a doctor.â He answered, lifting his toned arm up to let you slide the bandage under and wrap it tightly around once clean. You snugged the bandage on, leaning back to make sure everything was in place before packing the kit up and sliding it back onto the coffee table. âI donât have any painkillers. Hopefully, the pain isnât too bad.â You leaned back into the couch, straining yourself not to glance down at his chest again. He smiled, running his hand through his curled hair. âIâll be al- alright.â He leaned back as well, angling his body to face you as you curled your legs closer to yourself. There was that awkward silence again. The tension between you two was thick, your eyes refusing to look at him for fear of embarrassing yourself again. Toby, however, kept his eyes all over you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him studying every inch of you. It made you blush. âHow c- can I thank you?â He questioned, running his hand over his bandaged arm, admiring the neatness of it. You glanced at him, eyes flicking down to his stomach for a split second, but it was already too late. You caught the happy trail running up from under his belt line, his v-line angling lewdly against his pale skin. You blushed hard, eyes flicking up quickly, but by Tobyâs expression, you knew you were caught.
He sat back smugly, pressing his back into the couch and spreading his legs just a little too far. The face you made was embarrassing. Your eyes wide, cheeks dark, and lips parted ever so slightly. Toby knew what he was doing. But he just started into your eyes, freckled cheeks rounded from his cheeky smile. âI think I- I knowâŠâ He cooed, pressing a hand flat on the cushion only inches from your knee. You shrunk into yourself, his soft words making you all kinds of squeamish. This was bad. You were young, sure. Your job was always your main focus, so you never really had time for relationships with someone, your experience only went as far as you did in high school with little hookups or sly touches. You were inexperienced, so to speak. You couldnât embarrass yourself further by revealing how little game you got. You werenât a virgin, but you definitely werenât confident in yourself. And you definitely did not intend on getting laid this weekend.Â
âUhm⊠Iâm not- not reallyâŠâ You lost your words when his fingers brushed your knee, the cold digits sending chills through you. Toby sat up, looking nowhere but into your eyes, gauging every reaction as his hand slid over your knee and slowly up your leg. You placed your hands over him, stopping his trail mid-thigh. âListen, you donât, uh, have toâŠâ His fingers gripped your thigh tightly, rubbing his thumb across the goosebumps on your skin. You glanced at his face, the deep blush on his cheeks heavy under the warm light. âIâll st- stop if you say so, but I j- just want to thank y- you,â He mumbled quietly, eye flicking nervously between your face and the rest of your body. âBesides. Itâs ju- just us out here.âÂ
You were insanely nervous, thoughts running a mile a minute as you contemplated your options. But when his fingers squeezed your thigh again, it made it harder to think. Your eyes flicked between his hand and that pretty face, his nervous smile making you flustered under his cold touch. Before you could stop yourself, you were nodding, slipping your bottom between your lips, and chewing nervously. Toby smiled, his bright eyes laying all over you. You slid your hands off him, gripping the couch underneath you as he slid both of his hands up your thighs, fingers brushing under the bottom of your shorts. He towered over you know, his tall figure encapsulating your easily as he ran his hands up your sides. You were a blushing mess, face burning when he brought his lips dangerously close to your skin. âRelaxâŠâ He cooed, arm jerking slightly before he slid his cold hand under the hem of your sweatshirt. He was met with goosebumps rising on your stomach, they trailed his fingers as he explored but his eyes were locked on yours.Â
He brought his face down to press soft kisses against your cheeks. He perched on his knees, both hands now wandering over your body and reaching to unclasp your bra. You raised your back to help him, squirming when Toby dipped his head lower to kiss your neck. He slid your bra off, tossing it to the ground before he quickly palmed your tits, massaging the mounds under his cold hands. You gasped under the cold touch, nipples perking to attention in his hands as he sucked on your neck. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his tongue slid up your neck to your jaw, raising his head up to meet your eyes. He flicked at your nipples, squeezing the nubs under his fingers and smiling at your squirming. âSo c- cute.âÂ
You were burning up, a dampness already showing on your panties from the excitement. You could barely contain yourself when he sat back against the couch, pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed against his bare chest. He slid his arms around you, the tight muscles tensing and releasing as he slid his left hand under your sweater and quickly grabbed your tit, massaging lazily. His lips met your neck again, sucking on the warm skin as he slid his right hand down the waistband of your shorts, messing with the elastic. You whined under his touch, feet perched on either side of his thighs as he slid his hand to your panties and pressed further still. When his fingers slid against your folds, you finally gasped, reaching a hand back to grip his hair as he continued to abuse your neck with kisses. âS- So wet alreadyâŠâ He groaned, biting softly on your shoulder. He pressed his fingers further, his digits sliding through the slick between your legs and spreading your lips further. He hummed against you, fingers finally landing on your clit and making you flinch. When he circled the nub, it was sloppy and rough, making you whine. The stimulation was a lot, making your knees close together tightly around his hand. When he refused to let up, you hissed your sensitivity.Â
âToby-â You whined, sliding your hand down his arm and under your shorts, gripping his hand to stop his movements against your sensitive clit. âSlow⊠pleaseâŠâ You hissed, pressing your fingers on top of his and rubbing slowly, beckoning him to follow your rhythm. When he repeated your movements, you gasped loudly, laying your head back on his shoulder. âSorryâŠâ He mumbled against your shoulder, peppering little kisses across the skin. He continued to slowly massage your clit, his cold fingers a wonderful sensation against your burning core. It didnât take long until he got the rhythm, pinching your nipple and rubbing your clit deeply, enough to make you buck up into his hand. You slid your hand into his curly hair, moaning loudly when he slid his fingers deeper to press against your entrance. When his fingers slid inside, you gripped his hair tightly, your moans reverberating off the walls. His fingers stretched you nicely, the slow pump of his wrist making your mouth hang open. It was pure bliss. His fingers curled against your walls as he pressed his palm against your clit, rubbing quickly. âToby⊠Oh my⊠oh my GodâŠâ You moaned, grinding your hips in time with his fingers curling into you. He was kissing behind your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as he hummed. His pace only grew, fingers curling deeper as you felt your core knotting up wonderfully. His palm nudged against your clit harder, tugging the nub as his fingers pressed deeper against your walls. You felt the wave of ecstasy wash over you as you came on his fingers, walls gripping the digits tightly as he rubbed your clit through your orgasm. You were panting, leaning back against him as he slid his fingers out of your soaked cunt.Â
Toby was smiling against your shoulder as he pulled his hand out of your shorts, admiring the way they glistened with your arousal. Thatâs when you felt it, his cock twitching under your back, trapped inside his jeans. You breathed deeply, pressing off of him and standing up. He whined for a moment, reaching for you until you began to slide down your shorts, then your panties. Toby sat back against the couch, blushing hard as your plump ass stood in front of him. It just made his cock twitch harder in his jeans, begging to be let out. Your sweater was next, pulled over your head, and tossed to the ground. It was all Toby could do not to just cum right there. Your body was so stunning, every curve and divot of your skin making him harder.
Before you could turn around, he pulled you back against him, setting you in his lap. He was quick to unzip his jeans, tugging his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free and nudge against your back. You blushed hard, pulling your legs back to straddle his thighs, your bare ass pressed firmly against his twitching cock. You stabilized your hands on his knees, leaning forward lewdly as your arched your back. You glanced back, cunt pulsing with excitement as Toby spit into his hand and began to lazily pump his cock, eyes never leaving your ass. You pressed back against him, eyes pleading when he finally glanced up at you. âTobyâŠâ You whined, grinding your ass down against his cock when he slid his hands to grip your hips.Â
âShit⊠Y- Youâre so, so hot. Gunna fuc- fuck you soo good.â He mumbled, neck twitching with excitement. He gripped your hips tight, tugging them up so he could nudge his cock under you, pressing the head snugly against your entrance. You stared back at him, stomach fluttering at the desperate faces he was making. When he positioned himself, he gripped your hips again, pressing down slowly. The stretch was glorious, your pinched moans ringing as he pressed you down further and further on his cock. When he finally bottomed out, your warm walls pulsed tightly around him, adjusting to his thick length. He was groaning, fingernails digging into your hips as he pressed you to move, tugging you forward and back on his cock. You were a moaning mess, cunt throbbing around him as he ground your hips down on him. You gripped his knees tightly, grinding back against the length inside you as he pressed against your walls. It was heavenly.
This is exactly what you need. All of your stress of the week prior melted away as Toby tugged your hips up, sliding you up his length before pressing you back down. He kneaded your hips and ass, his cold hands massaging all of your sore spots and melting you into him. You were losing yourself on his cock as he thrusts up into you, your hips bouncing down to meet him. He was groaning, pressing his back against the couch so he could get a better angle to thrust up into you, his lips hanging open. His cock nudged deep inside of you, every thrust pressing against your walls and making you gasp. âYouâre so- so pretty [Y/N]. Riding me so g- good.â He whined, gripping your hips tighter and jerking you on his cock. You could only brace yourself on his knees as he fucked you on his length, controlling your pace with his tight grip.Â
âF- Faster, Toby⊠ahh-â You groaned, glancing back at him as your mouth hung open. He was focused on your ass, concentrating deeply to make sure he fucked you the best he could. Truth was, Toby was just as inexperienced as you. But he was bound and determined to treat you the best he could because, God, were you treating him good. He glanced up at your pleading face, hips stuttering as his arms twitched around you, pulling you flush against his chest. You laid your head back against his shoulder again, perching your feet into the couch and opening your knees wider. At this angle, Toby could thrust up into you better, nudging his cock deeper inside and sending you hollering. His cock stretched you wider, his thrusts pressing firmly against your g-spot with every move on his hips. You tried to arch, but Tobyâs hand gripped you tightly around the waist, holding you still so he could piston up into you quickly.Â
âOh my- oh my God!â You hissed, tangling your hands in his curly hair and tugging sharply. He moaned loudly into your shoulder, retaking his place of biting into your skin, but this time he didnât hold back. His teeth pressed firmly against the muscle in your shoulder, making you roll your eyes. He slid his right hand down your waist, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit and circling deeply. Thatâs what sent you over. You squealed, mouth hanging open as you stuttered up into his fingers, chasing your orgasm. Toby noticed this, holding you tighter and thrusting as deep as he could, relishing in the way your walls began to clamp down against him. âCo- Come on,â He groaned, sucking on the bite mark he planted on your skin. âCome f- for meâŠâ His fingers slid on your clit, pushing you over the edge.
When you felt that familiar wave crash over you, Toby was quick to press deep inside of you and hold himself there, letting your walls constrict around him as you cried out. The tightness made him wince, using all of his willpower not to spill inside of you, groaning when you clenched down again. Your clit throbbed as Toby slowly rubbed you through your orgasm, his still-cold hands wrapping you tightly against him. Before you could catch your breath, Toby was pulling out of you and quickly pushing your legs together. He slid his cock in between the gap in your thighs, holding your legs still as he quickly stuttered his hips up, rubbing his length between your sensitive folds. You hissed, the quick pace making you squirm as he fucked your thighs, your ecstasy slick on his length.
Before you knew it, he was spilling on top of your thighs, moaning desperately into your ear as he held your waist tightly. There was⊠a lot. Several stripes of cum coated your legs as his thrusts slowed down to a dull grind, riding his orgasm out. âOh my- y fuckâŠâ He groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As you both caught your breath, he slowly sat you off of him, grabbing his torn shirt off the ground and wiping your legs clean. He was twitching all over, pleasure still riding through him as his tics became sporadic, almost intense. He grabbed a blanket and you grabbed him, your bodies laying snugged against each other as Toby threw the blanket over the both of you, surrounding you with warmth. He reached up, flicking off the lamp on the coffee table and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his body.Â
âT- Thank you,â Toby mumbled, tucking your head under his chin as he breathed deeply. His twitching had calmed, only the slow stutter of his voice left. In the soft glow of the fireplace, you nuzzled into his chest, breathing his scent in deeply. The storm still raged outside, the wind whipping against the house and howling lowly. You could feel yourself drifting as Tobyâs fingers drifted along your spine, little goosebumps rising in their wake. For the first time in a long time, you were relaxed and calm. The stress of work and life had left you as you just lay in Tobyâs arms, swallowed by his scent.Â
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When you stirred awake from the sunlight shining through the windows, you immediately noticed the emptiness beside you. You sat up, the blanket sliding off your bare chest and sending cold chills across your skin. You pulled the blanket around you, shuffling to the window and peeking out. The snow was beginning to melt, the sunlight reflecting brightly off of what was left from the night before. As you turned back to the living room, there was no sign of Toby. No boots or shirts were scattered on the ground. No hatchet on the coffee table. But what you did see, was his hoodie still neatly folded on the loveseat across from you. You smiled to yourself, picking the clothing up and examining it. It was rather large, swallowing you whole as you slid it over your head. But it smelled like him.Â
When the weekend was up and you packed your Jeep full, you sighed, craving desperately to stay and abandon work. You glanced into the thick forest, longing for some sign of Toby, but knowing you wouldnât get one. Groaning, you slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, the warm air relieving you from the cold outside.Â
As you drove back down the mountain, you couldnât help but stare into your rearview mirror at the early morning fog lying low amongst the trees. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or your desperation making you see things. But as you glanced back one more time, you couldâve sworn you saw a curly-haired boy amongst the trees.Â
But when you looked back again, there was nothing there. Nothing but miles and miles of forest.
Even still, you smiled.
This was a request for @carmoronic!
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sometimes friends and family accidentally (or purposefully) reveal things they shouldnt :)
characters featured: Leona, Kalim, Jade, Jack
ufff idk whats wrong with me but i ended up creating an entire (unrelated to this fic) movie plan related to twst this is mentally stable activities, truly
also unrelated but the new event got me SCREAMING how do they look so goodđ«
ááâàčàŁ âà» Leona Kingscholar
when hanging out with your boyfriend Leona, a little lion boy suddenly jumps him and he immediately lets you go
who is this child???
"Uncle Leona!" the boy clings onto him and you can feel the annoyance eminating from Leona
it's like its own aura thats how annoyed he isđ„Ž
so his nephew (you presume) looks to you all of a sudden and asks "who are you?" with an innocent look on his face
"I'm his lover...?" you said, a little unsure. But when you looked to Leona, he had a look of pure horror on his face...? What is even going on?????
"What?! No way, you're dating Uncle Leona?!" the kid got all excited and ran off somewhere before you could stop him
"...What have you done?" Leona hissed at you through clenched teeth, holding his forehead
you do realise you just revealed that he's dating you to the most big mouthed child in the world, right? that his whole family will know in a matter of minutes, right? that you've basically just invited yourself to every future family gathering at once, right?
and sure enough, in a few minutes he got a surprised text from his brother which he left on read đ
"Damn brat..." he muttered under his breath, you still confused over what just happened
ááâàčàŁ âà» Kalim Al-Asim
let's be real babes there is nothing for his siblings to rat him out on because he immediately told his family he was dating you
however....đ
his siblings happened to overhear a little something...
"Hey, hey." one of Kalim's younger brothers pulled your sleeve, wanting to tell you something
"yes?" you answered absentmindedly, thinking he's going to start talking about a strange thing he saw today or something
"Kalim's gonna marry you." he whispered to you, looking around to make sure no one heard
You laughed a little. "If you think so." you pat his little head
"No, he was like, asking mom if he can marry you soon. We heard it." another one of his brothers joined in after hearing the tea being spilled
"What?! Really?!" you're both extremely surprised and happy and mad at his brothers for ruining the surprise right now
oh well, what's done is done, and now you know Kalim is SERIOUS about you
that gets you thinking about wedding stuff now...đ€
What none of you know tho is that Jamil overheard all of you
"Okay, maybe we need to scrap the whole surprise wedding proposal thing..." he sighs, making a mental note of it and preparing to dissapoint poor Kalim
ááâàčàŁ âà» Jade Leech
jade is like... oddly nice to you after you first meet him
you're a little wary of him considering his reputation but he hasn't done anything weird at all so... might as well accept his gifts?
one time he approaches you with jade in tow and you think absolutely nothing of it since they're together like 90% of the time anyways
"Hello there, are you enjoying your lunch?" he just sat down next to you without asking if he can at all đ
"Uh, yeah, I suppose." you didn't really know what to tell him and it seems he doesnt know how to continue the conversation either so u just kinda... stare at eachother while Floyd casually steals a bit of ur food
"Maaaan, aren't you like, supposed to be crushing on Little Shrimpy or something? Then taaalk about stuff, I'm bored." Floyd looked bored when he saw the two of you didn't start talking about weird stuff
Jade simply smiled at you, telling you to ignore Floyd
But on the inside he was planning approximately 10 ways to... get rid of someone without others noticing
or alternatively, just beating the everloving crap out of his twin brother if the first plan is not a possibility
"Do you have a crush on me?" you wanted to know now...
"That's for you to think about." he smiled oddly eerily, but then just started talking abt something mundane đ„
ááâàčàŁ âà» Jack Howl
You're visiting him for the first time because you got curious what his family is like
OF COURSE HE'S AN OLDER BROTHER IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW
his younger siblings immediately ambushed you with their little sniffer noses as soon as you stepped in the houseđ€
"Who are you?" they asked, always curious about anyone that Jack brings over
When you told them who you were, they immediately ran away to "TELL MOM" and were literally screaming that the two of you are dating so loudly that the whole neighborhood could hear
You could also hear some woman (who you presume is his mom) laughing from somewhere in the house so uhhh.... atleast she isn't mad about it?
You looked back at Jack who seemed more annoyed than anything
"Aren't you gonna... go stop them?" you asked, raising a brow.
"Nah, I was gonna tell mom I'm dating you anyways. I'm just mad that they beat me to it." he crossed his arms, huffing in annoyance
"Actually, speaking of, isn't me dating you kinda a big deal? You told me before that wolves have one partner for life." you actually got kinda nervous, i mean, you gotta impress his family good now
"It is. But I think everyone's just happy I got someone at all." Jack looked at his overly excited siblings who were still celebrating
"Wow, that's sad." you sassed him đ
"...I shouldn't have brought you."
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omg ive been highly enjoying ur fics and hcs!!! i think u wrote their characters very spot on đ„ș the jail one got me thinking... can i request the lads boys reacting to the reader getting in trouble after punching someone. bc someone talked shit about the boys and wanted to defend their honor or smth lmfao ty!!! đ
omg anon lemme kiss u on the foreheadÂ
I almost did a backflip when I read this, I was so happy to write it. This one took a bit longer to write so I do apologize, but I was reeeeally on a mission to deliver some good plot here
Some are a bit longer (coughSyluscough) but I really hope you enjoy <3
Defending Their Honor
Pairings: Xavier x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Sylus x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k (oops)
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Lore references. Reader throwing hands. FEELINGS. Soft Sylus. -Scottie is allergic to happiness.
Masterlist
Note: I got possessed when I wrote Sylus' and probably should have made him his own fic. I am not sorry. It is longer than the others. I am bashing my head against the keyboard. Please forgive me.
â âWhile Iâm honored, you didnât have to do that on my behalf,â
â ^ Giggling and kicking his feet on the inside though
â Heâd also return the favor with no hesitation if the situation was ever reversed
â ^ You will NOT diss his lady in his presence
â Yâall are def cuddling for the rest of the night as soon as you get home
Xavier really needed to learn to stop taking his eyes off of you when the two of you were out in public.Â
The two of you had gone on a fun little outing to Linkonâs version of a pop-up carnival. There were games, food vendors, live music, and tons of people. He knew how badly youâd wanted to go, so of course you nearly jumped right into his arms when he showed up at your apartment after lunch and told you to get ready.
So far, it had been good. The two of you had played a couple games, won some prizes, even took chances with a few questionable rides. You had walked around, hand in hand, enjoying each otherâs presence and making new memories together.
It had been seconds. Seconds. You were both, unsurprisingly, hungry after walking around for a few hours. Xavier, being the knight in shining armor that he is, had walked up to one of the nearby food vendors to grab a snack for the two of you, innocently leaving you near a blue park bench. When he finished, you had disappeared.Â
He stared at the now empty park bench, snacks in hand, completely baffled. He did a quick scan of the area, only to see a bunch of people he didnât know, and someone being escorted to the exit by two security officers.
But that person almost looked like they were wearing the same outfit as you.
Xavier squinted. Surely not, right?
He caught up quickly, nearly stumbling when his suspicions were confirmed. That was absolutely you being dragged to the front of the park.
He lagged behind quietly, saying nothing, but already accepting the fact that your fun carnival date was apparently over.Â
You were given a verbal warning and kicked out of the park, being told not to come back for the remainder of this yearâs visit. If you came back, it would be trespassing.
You were getting ready to text Xavier when you realized he was right in front of you, nibbling on some type of skewer heâd gotten from the vendor. âSoooâŠâ He began, eyeing you curiously.
âI may or may not have slapped someone,â
His eyes immediately widened, his mind running through every possible scenario.Â
âWhat happened? Did someone touch you?â He reached out and grabbed your wrist, eyes scanning every inch of exposed skin for injuries.Â
âNo! No, itâsâŠ.nothing like that,âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed. âThenâŠ.?â
Suddenly, you were a bit embarrassed. It had been so stupid. How was he even going to react to this?
When Xavier had left you by the bench, a man that looked to be around your age approached and asked for your number.
âI know you just saw me with someone.â
âSo?â
âNot interested,â
âWhy? Because of that loser? You could do better.â
That was it. That was the reason youâd backhanded the disrespect right out of that manâs bloodline.Â
Xavier wasâŠ.so many things. Incredibly kind, thoughtful, and just so deliciously him. You adored him the same way he adored you, and had him on a pedestal that no one could even close to touching. You could do better? Not possible. There was not a soul in this galaxy that was better than Xavier. At least, not to you.
Hearing someone speak lowly of him when you truthfully couldnât even articulate how incredible he was? Yeah, instant slap.Â
You kept your explanation short. âSome guy called you a loser,â You said, rubbing your arm sheepishly.Â
Xavier almost giggled.Â
âSoâŠ.you slapped him?âÂ
You pressed your lips into a thin line, the reality of how out-of-pocket the whole thing was finally setting in.
Surprisingly, Xavier laughed. It was soft, filled with fondness and mirth. He pulled you into a loving embrace, placing a soft kiss on the top of your forehead. He'd be lying to the both of you if he said he wouldn't do something similar.
âIâm honored,â He began, his voice muffled by your hair, âbut you donât have to slap people on my behalf,â
âIâll always defend you, whether youâre in the room or not,â You responded, your tone firm and completely serious.Â
Xavier stood there for a moment, arms wrapped around you still, feeling like the luckiest guy alive. The thought of you backhanding someone for calling him something as simple as a loser was almost hysterical, yet it filled him with a warmth he couldnât explain. You were really something else.Â
After a moment, he pulled back, interlacing his fingers with yours. âLetâs go. Thereâs plenty of time left for us to turn this night around,â
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okay listen I love Zayne
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but he's kinda emotionally constipated sometimes (at least on the OUTSIDE)
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the logical side of him wants to scold you and tell you that this wasn't necessary
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but the emotional side, the side that is harder for him to articulate, is lowkey flattered that you'd go that far to defend his name
Zayne slowly paced back and forth in the lobby of the cityâs police station, the only sounds in the room being the tap of his shoes on the linoleum floor and the ticking of a clock on the wall. He glanced toward the clock. It had been 20 minutes since heâd come to retrieve you, and he was growing impatient.Â
The two of you were in another city for an awards banquet. Youâd come along simply to support Zayne, your absolute favorite person in existence (who just so happened to be an incredible Doctor that was receiving multiple awards for his work).
Imagine Zayneâs surprise when the banquet ended and he couldnât find you anywhere. It was extremely out of character for you to disappear when it came to things like this, especially while you were in an unfamiliar place. This wasnât Linkon. You wouldnât have simply left without so much as a âcongratulationsâ, not to mention that Zayne had been your ride here.Â
By the third time your phone had gone to voicemail, Zayne was nervous. That was when he started asking around. Heâd pulled up a photo of you, showing it to various employees and asking if anyone had happened to see you leave.Â
It was a security guard that told him youâd been arrested.
He left immediately, having the directions already pulled up before he made it out to the car.Â
Now, he paced, an amalgamation of concern, confusion, and stress.Â
A buzzing sound emanated from somewhere down the hall, and Zayneâs head whipped toward the sound to see you being led out by an officer, still wearing the outfit that matched his tie color.Â
The red knuckles werenât easy to miss.Â
While he did still open the car door for you, he chose a tactical silence for the duration of the car ride. There wouldnât be a single word spoken until you were back in the hotel room. This was a calculated method by Zayne. He knew youâd be absolutely squirming by the time you guys made it back, and that was exactly what he wanted.Â
The door to your shared room clicked shut behind Zayne, whoâd entered behind you. He leaned against it, folding his arms over his chest. He raised an expectant eyebrow at you, his eye flitting between your flustered face and reddened knuckles on your dominant hand.Â
It was hard to take him seriously when he looked that handsome in a tux.
âIâŠmay have overreacted,â You finally said, your voice coming out timid.Â
âCan you go anywhere without picking a fight?â He responded, his tone exasperated.Â
You swallowed.Â
âI canâŠâ
Zayne took a steadying breath. He moved from the door and took a seat on the edge of the bed. âTell me what happened,â
You had been out looking at all of the posters on the wall, reading the lists of different accomplishments and awards printed under each attendee, waiting for the banquet to end. Zayne had already received his awards, but was still backstage and not allowed to leave. Some of the audience, including you, had stepped out of the auditorium throughout the banquet. You had originally just wanted some air. The auditorium had been stuffy, and the fancy outfit you had on was not helping.Â
While you were out admiring the different posters, you heard a woman making some pretty rude comments about the poster she and her friends were in front of. At first, you just scoffed. You couldnât imagine being so bitter. Was it so hard to be supportive of others, even if they werenât the one you came for?
And then, you realized which poster she was standing in front of.Â
Zayne.
Imagine this: You happen to be involved with an incredibly smart, talented, and stunning man that just so happens to be a Chief Cardiac Surgeon at only 27 years old. The same man that has made evolutionary discoveries and progress in treating cardiac abnormalities. The same man that you absolutely adored, and wanted nothing but the absolute best for. All of this is great, right? Now imagine hearing someone say something completely horrible about him right in front of you.
At first, the confrontation had started off as just a scolding. Youâd told the woman that it wasnât right to say horrible things about the attendees. They all did such incredible things that they were receiving awards for, after all. This was not the place for such behavior.Â
And then, she justâŠ.kept going.Â
Before long, youâd quickly ended the conversation with an abrupt bitch-slap. Security had already been approaching when your hand connected with her face. You werenât going to tell Zayne this, but youâd actually gotten tackled.Â
You gave Zayne the shortened version of the story, leaving out all of the gushing.Â
Initially, he was quiet again as he tried to process what youâd just told him.Â
Lady. Talking bad. Zayne. Slap.
For a moment, he couldnât understand why youâd even resort to that. But when he looked at you, looking at him with eyes full of love and respect, he softened a little. While he didnât necessarily agree with your methods, who was he to dictate how a person should react to any scenario?
He patted the spot next to him, still trying to form an appropriate response. You sat willingly, leaning into his side. He looped an arm around your waist.Â
You sat in silence for a few minutes longer before he finally spoke.Â
âThe logical part of me should scold you, (Y/N). That was a bit overboard,âÂ
You looked up at him. His words implied that the logical part of him wasnât the one that was winning whatever internal battle he had going on. âAnd what does the other part of you think?â
He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. âTruthfully?â
You nodded, nearly melting at the sudden affection. His lips showed the faintest hint of a smile. âTruthfully, Iâm flattered,â
âyk how Raf blushes and pouts when you do the Heartbeat interaction??
â yeahhhh
â but also.....feelings
When Rafayel learned youâd been thrown out of his newest exhibition, he was initially pretty offended. He didnât even want to be there to begin with. You were the only reason heâd forced himself to come, though heâd never admit it out loud. He had an arsenal of complaints ready to fire off the second he met you outside, after he reasoned with security, of course.Â
It was Thomas who had weaved through the crowd, placed an urgent hand on Rafayelâs shoulder, and leaned close to speak for only the artistâs ears: âSecurity just dragged (Y/N) out of here. She hit someone,âÂ
The confrontation had luckily gone mostly unnoticed. It happened quick, and security had whisked you out. Youâd gone willingly, and the man youâd struck no longer felt like sticking around either.Â
Somewhere during the short walk from the back of the building to the front doors, your reason for lashing out had gotten lost in translation. Rafayel was under the impression that youâd thrown hands because someone had dissed his art.Â
That, however, was an unfortunate misunderstanding.Â
It wasnât his art that the man had described as âworthless.â It was Rafayel.Â
Rafayel had smooth-talked security into letting you come back inside, with the condition that you would not be a problem for the remainder of the night.Â
Rafayel had been flattered, but definitely thought youâd overreacted.Â
âNot everyone can say they have a bodyguard this protective over art,â He teased, casting an amused glance in your direction. âThink we can make it through the rest of today without another attack?âÂ
Youâd rolled your eyes, still a bit peeved. Who the hell comes to an exhibit specifically to dog the artist, anyway? âThatâs not even what happened,â You grumbled.Â
âPeople critique art all the tiiime. That doesnât mean they should get assaulted over it,âÂ
âItâs different,âÂ
âIâm just saying. Iâve never punched anyone at an art gallery. Maybe youâre taking the Bodyguard title too seriously,âÂ
âRafayel. You were the art,âÂ
Rafayel came to an abrupt stop, the air seemingly vanishing from his lungs. Heâd heard you. Heâd definitely heard you. His brain, however, was doing backflips, struggling to process your last sentence.Â
You were the art.Â
The gears clicked into place, his cheeks burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. In all honesty, he was conflicted. He was torn between the all-encompassing warmth, the feeling of being appreciated and thought so highly of that you would deck someone in the face purely for speaking ill on his name. The other half of him felt almost bitter.Â
You were that same silly girl with a bad memory. And yet, here you were, fighting someone off of instinct when they said something nasty about him.Â
You could do that, yet there was so much you couldnât remember.
He was in a war with his thoughts and emotions, and unbeknownst to you, you were once again the cause.Â
He finally collected himself, masking the emotional roller coaster heâd just been on with a chuckle. He patted the top of your head, settling on a teasing comment rather than risking opening the floodgates.Â
âYouâre so weird, Miss Bodyguard,âÂ
Rafayel would end up finding you in every lifetime, over and over again, no matter the cost. Heâd remember every promise, every touch, every stolen moment. Yet, in every single timeline, you always found a way to make his head spin and his heart do cartwheels in his chest.Â
This would forever stick out as one of those moments. Â
⥠Soft Sylus.
⥠Soft Sylus.
⥠SOFT SYLUS.
Sylus had invited you to tag along on yet another negotiation. Heâd claimed he just liked having you at his side, but he truthfully respected your input more than heâd admit out loud. Heâd often bring you along under the guise of keeping him company, but would subtly pay attention to your body language and facial expressions. If you werenât going to bite, neither was he.Â
After the first negotiation you attended, you as Sylusâ +1 became a much more frequent occurrence. As long as he was in the room, your safety was guaranteed. Not to mention how a lot of potential deals went off a little smoother when you were in the room to ease the tension.Â
Today, the two of you were headed to a hotel a few cities away to meet with a man named Michael. You didnât have many details about the deal, but you had the basics. If there was anything you needed to know, Sylus would tell you.Â
It had taken you exactly 6 seconds after entering the room to decide that you did not like Michael. There was just something about him that had already gotten on your nerves. The arrogance? The âup-to-no-goodâ vibe he absolutely reeked of? The way he looked at the two of you like you were nothing more than pests the moment you walked in?Â
While it was just you and Sylus on your side of the bargain, Michael had 6 armed guards scattered through the room, which added to your irritation. Michael was clearly a man that thrived off intimidation, yet was too cowardly to have an even playing field.Â
Sylus never lost his nonchalance. He strode in like he had nothing to lose, suave and unbothered. He kept a hand pressed lightly against the small of your back as he guided you to a seat, a silent reassurance that everything would be fine.
The meeting had began, but not without Sylus catching how your mood had soured considerably within the first 10 minutes.Â
The more Michael talked, the shadier the whole ordeal seemed. He was boasting about some modified protocore that was the âbest on the market,â and trying to goad Sylus into purchasing it.Â
Sylus wasnât dumb by any means. But Sylus was also a man that would humor someone for his own entertainment. âShow it to me,â He said, his tone even.
One of the guards gestured for Sylus to follow, and he immediately turned to you, waiting for you to come as well. Instead, you shook your head. You didnât want to risk being ambushed when you came back if both of you left. Sylus trusted your judgment, knowing that he would be gone for less than 5 minutes. With a quiet âBehave,â cast in your direction, he disappeared with the guard.Â
The second the door shut behind him, Michael turned to one of his guards and said something you probably werenât supposed to hear. âIâm going to walk that bastard like a dog, just watch.âÂ
Oh?Â
In hindsight, it would have been better to keep your mouth shut. All you had to do was give Sylus a signal when he returned, and he would call this off with no hesitation. Your opinion mattered, after all. He didnât just bring you to these meetings to serve as eye candy. Knowing this, you should have just brushed Michaelâs comment off. However, it had gotten under your skin in a way you couldnât shake off. The words were leaving your mouth before you could stop them.
âIâd like to see you try,âÂ
Michael, and all 5 of his remaining guards, immediately looked at you as if locking onto a target. The tension in the room intensified considerably.
Michael scoffed, looking at you as if you were a bug heâd stepped on. You glanced toward the door Sylus had stepped out of moments before, half expecting him to be standing there with an amused smirk on his face. He wasnât, though.
Michael was on his feet, taking slow steps toward the chair you were sitting in. Despite the shaking in your fingers, you stayed put. âYou must think so highly of him,â He drawled, zeroing in on you. âI didnât know a man like that could catch the attention of a pretty thing like you,â
You didnât know why, but your anger was rising with each passing second. The implication of his words was clear, but you wanted to hear him say it. It was obvious that he thought of himself higher than Sylus, and clearly didnât have many polite thoughts about him. You and Sylus werenât necessarily a⊠âthing,â per se. Not yet, anyway. So why did this piss you off so badly?
âA man like what?â You challenged, staring up at Michael. In your lap, your hands, that had been neatly folded, were slowly clenching into fists.
Michael's mouth twisted into a wolfish, arrogant grin. âIâd say he takes up more space than heâs worth. Cocky, foolish, insufferableââ
Your fist had connected with his jaw before he could get another word out, sending him stumbling backwards, clutching his jaw as he tried to regain his footing.Â
It would take you about a week to fully process how the next 15 seconds had gone.
At first, the silence was so intense that you could audibly hear the rapid beat of your own heart.
Then, guns were raised and pointed directly at you. 5 from the guards, all at separate angles, and one directly in front of you from Michael himself.Â
Next, gunfire. A lot of gunfire. Multiple shots ringing out from 6 different directions.Â
You werenât exactly sure when Sylus had entered, but he apparently had the timing of a God. Youâd been whisked out of harm's way, somehow completely uninjured. You realized later that he likely used his evol somewhere in the mix.
Once safely away from the hotel, Sylus turned to face you, lips set in a thin line but his expression otherwise neutral. He studied you for a long moment.Â
âThat went well,â He said, his tone lacking any amusement. âShould I not trust you enough to leave you unattended for two minutes?â
You folded your arms over your chest. You didnât trust the sound of your voice yet. You knew you owed him an explanation, but the adrenaline was still too high and you were still too angry to speak.
Sylus checked you for any injuries and then, to your surprise, grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. Â
âYou need to be more careful who you pick fights with,â He warned. His tone was firm, but not unkind. He knew you were more than capable of handling yourself. It was one of the things he appreciated about you. However, the fight today had left a bitter taste in his mouth. This was the first time he hadnât been in the room the entire time. It could have been a lot worse, and you werenât bulletproof. This was the first time heâd left you alone for more than 30 seconds, and it had ended with you in a shootout.Â
âMaybe he shouldnât have been talking shit about you the second you walked away,â You retorted, your voice coming out bitter. âRight in front of me. It was justâŠdisrespectful.â
Sylus, who had assumed Michael had started it on his own, was stunned. For the first time in a long time, he didnât have any quips or sarcastic comments to make. That was what had caused the fight? You, the same person that used to look at him with so much distrust and caution, had thrown yourself into a fight to defend his name while he wasnât in the room.Â
Sylus was silent for a moment, his eyes combing your face for any hint of deception. When your words finally sank in, he nearly melted on the spot. The adoration heâd already felt was intensified. The warmth he felt in his chest was almost too much, and he wasnât sure whether he should scold you or kiss you.Â
Instead, he gently tugged you against his chest, choosing to simply hold you for a moment. It felt like the only correct option. His chin rested against the top of your head, one arm looped around your back as the other cradled your head. He was absolutely flattered, and outrageously smitten.
Yeah, he had it bad.Â
âJust when I think I have you figured out, you go and do something else that surprises me,â He murmured fondly, rubbing small circles into your back. You were an endless mystery to him. But as he stood there, holding you against him, he knew heâd happily spend the rest of his life trying to figure you out.Â
Note: 1.4k words just for Sylus I am SO SORRY but I needed this man getting all soft with this prompt slkdhjsalkhdÂ
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace headcanons#love and deepspace rafayel#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace zayne#lnds rafayel#lnds xavier#lnds zayne#lnds sylus#lads sylus#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads x reader#lnds x reader#xavier x reader#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader#sylus x reader#lads angst#lnds angst#lnds fluff#lads fluff#lads headcanons#lnds headcanons#scottiexmariee
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pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader
summary: landoâs childhood sweetheart has long since been the subject of his photography account. fans just canât wait to see one specific post from the couple in the future
*face claim for y/n: edie rose (but please imagine her as you see fit!)
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user1 me checking y/nâs hand for a ring everytime lando posts her
user5 FELT i got so excited when i saw one here then realised it was her right hand
user2 SO REAL nearly 8 years im expecting it soonâŠ
daniel3.jpg one of you looks super graceful w the food
landonorris gtfo
yourusername (affectionate)**
user3 SUCH A CUTIE
user3 y/n i mean xo
user4 MOM AND DAD
user5 JPG MR .JPG. JUST PROPOSE GODDAMNIT!!!!!
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user5 lando i BEG just ask the woman to marry you
user6 his museđ„čđ„čđ„č if someone called me that i would be a puddle
user1 oh she so has stops to pet random dogs energy
yourusername i love you my darling
user4 the third photo *faints*
user7 JPG!!!
user5 finally my legacy is catching on
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yourusername lando got .jpg-ed of his own for a change
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user3 the caption soundsâŠ.
yourusername @/user no comment
user8 MISS Y/N THAT FIRST PHOTO IS ILLEGAL
user5 i just gasped out loud at work in front of customers
user2 Y/N KNOWS WHAT WE WANT TO SEE
user1 i know weâre freaking over the first pic but his smile in the second one iâm so in love. how do you cope with him looking at you like that?
yourusername i quite simply donâtđ©·
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user5 a whole fancy holiday to greece and stILL NO RING????
user7 mr. norris the next photo u post better be a damn proposal or god help me
charles_leclerc good decision to put her first, that way people donât run away
user6 CHARLESđđđ
user1 JPGGGGG
user3 look at that GLOW sheâs so main character (youâre cute too lando i guess)
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user7 flowers but never a ring⊠i could treat you better baby
landonorris đ€
user3 ^^^ WHAT THEY SAID
oscarpiastri is this what you had to ask lewis for help with @/landonorris
landonorris international shipping isnât my thing ok
user4 best boyfriend ever
user7 he COULD be the best husband ever, butđ€
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landonorris happy birthday babygirl. so glad u lived long enough to utter the words âget a picture of my boots dickhead theyâre brighter than ur futureâ
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user7 so no bday proposal eitherđ
user5 SIR YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME
landonorris guys stop being mean iâm only small
danielricciardo heâs joking bullying turns him on
user1 lando you have to expect the marriage jokes in ur comments now
carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaños y/n!đ„ł
yourusername gracĂas, mi amigođ„č
user7 âmy friendâ TEARS IN MY EYES SHES THE GRID BESTIE
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yourusername days in england are my fave bc it gave us my fav f1 driver (lewis hamilton)
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user4 Y/N/N U ARE SO REAL AHAHAHA
charles_leclerc iâm offended
yourusername ur my next favourite sweetie
landonorris IM NOT EVEN SECOND?
lewishamilton i expect you in a merc cap next race now
yourusername done king
lewishamilton visit soonđ€
landonorris absolutely not
user8 lando wonât propose so lewis said BET
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lando.jpg night at the opera
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user3 AT THE OPERA? AND STILL NO� JPG!!!
user5 JPG!!! JPG JPG
user1 JPG
user9 JPG!
user2 JPG JPG JPG SAY IT WITH ME
user6 JPG JPG JPG
user7 JPG!!!!!!!!!
landonorris why are you all shouting a photo type in my comments
landonorris oh
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lando.jpg singapore on film
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alex_albon JPG!!!
landonorris you have 3 seconds to leave my page
user8 IM IN TEARS OVER ALEX
user5 IT CAUGHT ONâŒïž
user1 definitely no ringâčïž
yourusername reading your comments is like reading the latest tabloid
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yourusername what do you mean weâve been together for eight whole years??? what do you mean weâre not 15, young, dumb and in love anymore? iâd take another 8 in a heartbeatđ§Ą
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landonorris eh weâre still dumb and in love, just maybe not the first one. love you babyđ§Ą
fernandoalo_official you are still a child.
user4 HAPPY 8 YEARS TO MY FAVOURITE COUPLEâčïžâčïžâčïž
user5 all the behind the scenes of him taking photos :(
user7 she really is his muse huh
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landonorris sometimes when i look at you i think itâs only been 8 seconds with how much i learn about you each day. hard to believe itâs been 8 years, and that i love you more each day. no one else iâd want to spend the rest of my life with. i know youâre just settling until you can win over lewis (or charles, or george, or oscar, or alex, or carlos) but iâm feeling pretty lucky itâs me you chose to do that with.
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lewishamilton mate you just gotta get on my level
oscarpiastri good taste, y/n
landonorris NOT YOU TOO
yourusername thank you bff
user8 me waiting patiently for the anniversary proposal post????
user1 wishful thinking oomf
danielricciardo all jokes aside pal, happy youâve managed to keep her around for this long despite being you. big love for you bothđ€
landonorris HOW was that all jokes aside
yourusername believe it or not, itâs always you. happy anniversary babyđ§Ą
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yourusername lando caught the behind the scenes of my selfie taking and let me tell u the distance between me n him is important
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user2 this was not the post i was expecting but iâll still take it
user5 i was hoping we'd get a different post but you still look good ma'am
user8 the fact heâs always there to take photos of you >> girl you have landed on your FEET
yourusername tell me about it. luckiest girl in the WORLD
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lando.jpg y/n by me, me by me, me by y/n
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user4 so itâs official ⊠no proposal?
user5 jeez man JPG.
user3 jpg!!!
user1 just propose goddamniT
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yourusername i donât even have the ability to be mean to you this time. my forever person. thank you for putting up with me. this feels like a dream i cannot believe i am a fiancĂ©e. THE EASIEST YES IVE EVER SAID (and you once asked me if i wanted to snooze the alarm)
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user3 OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD AM I DREAMING
user7 WHAT THE JAJHDBSVJA
lewishamilton finally! show me the ring this weekend (congratulations)
yourusername facetiming u rn
user5 IM???? MY LEGACY HAS ENDED AND I COULDNT BE HAPPIER
carlossainz55 couldn't be happier for the both of you
alex_albon LILY AND I ARE SCREAMING CONGRATS TO OUR FAVOURITE COUPLE
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landonorris took my time but got there eventually. âjust propose goddamnitâ WELL LOOK AT ME NOW! gonna have myself a wife. i love you baby, thanks for screaming yes immediately so i didnât have to wait to hear your answer
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landonorris @/user5 i hope ur happy now
user5 VERY.
charles_leclerc can't believe you pulled it off mate, congrats!
oscarpiastri sad i can't scream JPG at you in the garage anymore but happy for the both of you!
yourusername my oscar :( cannot wait to squeeze you this weekend
oscarpiastri @/yourusername i better be a bridesmaid
landonorris why not a groomsman????
oscarpiastri @/landonorris i like her more
mclaren wedding (mclaren's version)
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hello hello, i have had so much fun writing and creating this so i hope you like it!!!!
was going to wait to post but after the hell that was quali i thought hey why not now
thank you all for reading! as always, comments likes and messages are appreciated and whatnot𫶠take care of yourselves this week!!! the temperature is starting to drop in france so i am wrapped up warm and i hope youâre looking after yourself wherever you are
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SOME MOREEE YANDERE PINES TWINS THOUGHTS
stan pines thoughts and professor ford pines??? HOLD ON LET ME COOK
18+!!!!
tw // yandere themes, gaslighting, manipulation, power imbalance, pervy uncle lowkey, also lowkey bimboification, noncon (not explicit)
professor ford pines!!!!!!!! known to be the eccentric professor who goes on tangents about trans-dimensional physics and other science junk, but also superrr lenient grader like no possible way anyone could fail his class. youâre def teacherâs pet type and heâs definitely aiming to make you a TA. always getting you involved in weird experiments, but youâre always down cuz ur there to learn! ford invites you to his house, you guys hang out outside of class and research, youâve met his brother!! like u knew it was getting weird, but at the same timeâŠ. you need a good rec letter. so one day you guys are in his office at his home, grading papersâŠ
â(y/n).â ford calls your name, sternly. the lights were dim and quiet classical music played in the office. you hum and turn to him. before you know it, his chapped lips press against yours. you push him away, scared and surprised.
âprofessor, what the hell are you doing?â you try back away, but ford grabs your hand.
âi think you are one of the most brilliant minds i know and i want to be with you, (y/n).â ford stands, pulling you into a hug. you push back, stumbling away from him.
âno, i-i never thought that! i thought we were just friends!â
âbut, i invited you to my home.â fordâs face saddens, âyou met my familyâŠâ
âi never⊠i never realizedâŠâ you felt embarrassed for the old professor. you take a step back. you canât see his face, but you watch his fists clench.
âi suppose that means youâre okay with losing your job, as well as any opportunities in this field.â his voice was low, words drenched in anger.
ânoâŠ. no, no, no, professor you canât do this to me.â your heart feels like it was being ripped out of your chest.
âno, i canât, but who will you tell? who will believe you? i am a respected scientist in our field, (y/n). think once more on your decision.â ford looks at you, a smug smirk laying on his face. you donât respond, knowing that you had no other choice. you step back to him and he pulls you into a soft, loving kiss. his 5 oâclock shadow scratches your face. ânow, please (y/n), call me ford.â
stan pines who had known your dad when he lived in texas and saw him again in gravity falls. stan pines who gets invited over to meet his friendâs family for dinner and sees you. a cute, little thing in their early 20s. stanâs instantlyyy enamored. youâre so cute and respectful, explaining how youâre living at home while you work and save money for a house, blushing when stan compliments you, serving him food first. you were acting like a perfect homemaker and stan was instantly obsessed. your dadâs gonna tell stan before he leaves that youâre all moving somewhere cheaper:
âyeah, pines, weâre moving some time soon. you know how it is with retirement and the market going down.â your dad sighs, wearily. stan nods, trying to listen to your voice in the house. âcanât move till (y/n) finds a job though. its gonna be tough on them especially with how hard it is to find jobs these days.â stan perks up at his words.
âyâknow, (y/n) donât have to quitâŠâ your dad looks at the older man in confusion. âmy grandkids have gone back to california, shermieâs grandkids technically, so my attic is open for them to stay in. they can stay at their job and you guys can move.â stan offers, fighting a giddy smile.
your dad clasps stanâs hands, âstan pines, you are the kindest man i know.â
stan for sure acts like a feeble old man around you to get you to take care of him. like cooking dinner, doing laundry, and more. he conditions you into acting like his stay at home partner. he starts making advances, subtle at first, to see what you would tolerate. soon heâs dictating what you wear and bending you over on the kitchen counter to make sure you stay full :) (dont get me started on somnophilia cuz i have thoughts on those but idk if u guys are ready for the things im gonna say)
here are those thoughts i was talking abt⊠:))))
#these old fucks are consuming my every waking thought#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#tw gaslighting#manipulation#stanford pines smut#stanley pines x reader#stanford pines x reader#stan pines x reader#stan pines smut#stanford pines#yandere stanley pines#stanley pines#ford pines x reader#ford pines#yandere imagines#yandere ford pines#tw noncon#gravity falls#yandere gravity falls#professor x student#dads best friend#bimboification#lowkey#yandere thoughts
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