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awriterinthenight · 6 months ago

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"And How Would You Like to Kiss a Smart Guy?"-Fred Weasley

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words: 1840

warnings: Molly complaining about the twins, reader is a Gryffindor and Sirius' daughter, also implied that reader is shorter to Fred

summary: When Molly complains about the twins, you defend then, especially Fred, leading to Sirius having old memories of Lily and James.

You could hear Molly Weasley yelling about something in the kitchen as you approached the door. Recently you, Harry, Hermione, and all the Weasley kids had been living in 12 Grimmauld Place, which is technically your family's house. Your dad had been hiding out there, and you had started living with him to make up for all the time lost while he was in Azkaban.

Grimmauld Place was starting to become your home and even feel like it. Ever since your Hogwarts letter came, the school has only ever felt like your real home. Many of your friendships were made there, your relationships all started there, and almost every happy memory was made at Hogwarts.

It was the place where you met Ron and Hermione on the train to Hogwarts. Then when you got sorted into Gryffindor you met Oliver Wood who was the Quidditch captain, and you became quick friends with him, due to you and Harry being on the team so young. It was also the place where you met the Weasley twins.

Ron had told you all about his oldest brother Bill, who now worked all the way in Egypt, and his other older brother Charlie who was a dragon tamer in Romania. Then he complained about how uptight Percy was. When he got to the twins it was a mix of funny stories and some humiliating ones for Ron.

"Oy, you're going to talk her ear off if you keep telling her about us," a voice yelled out. It was Fred Weasley. He was making his way over to where you and Ron were talking in the common room.

"Yeah, you're also not even telling her the truth," the other twin said, following behind Fred.

Fred came up behind you in the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, bending down a bit so that he could whisper something to you, "We're a lot funnier than that, and way better at pranks than he's making it out to be."

"Uh huh," you said, acting skeptical, "If you say so."

Him and George looked hurt at your words.

"If you say so," George yelled loudly, clutching his chest, "Do you hear this blasphemy?" he said to Fred.

Fred removed his arm from around your shoulders, "Oh, I do, and believe me I cannot stand for this. We didn't get detention for a month to be insulted like this. Now did we?"

You rolled your eyes, as Ron looked bored from having seen this act before, "Don't you two have anything better to do than bother some first years?"

"Well when you insult a man's pranks, one feels rather hurt," Fred said, continuing his dramatic act.

You looked him up and down before you said, "What man? All I see are two cocky gits."

They looked even more insulted, but once again Fred spoke first, "And she's got a sharp tongue. It seems we have our work cut out for us."

"That we do, dear brother," George said to his twin.

"You know what I think we need to do?"

"Of course I do, now off we go," George said before walking away with his twin in tow. That moment was the reason for the twins' further actions towards you. Wherever you went the twins would always do some prank near you to make you laugh. Fred started to take pride in knowing one of his jokes made you laugh, even if it was barely a chuckle or a smile.

The boys did everything they could to get you to crack. Slowly it became their favorite past time, especially for one twin. During 4th year something started to shift in how Fred saw you. You were no longer just his little brother's friend, but you were his too. Except he started to wish you were more.

He watched you get prettier over the years, to the point he caught himself staring a couple of times. Fred loved the banter between the two of you, you always had some sort of retort to everything. You still called his pranks "silly" or sometimes "immature" but that was only when it went wrong. He still did his dramatic act everything you said that, but now it was because he just liked having your attention all on him.

Fred's crush on you wasn't entirely unrequited though. You started to fall for him too. You didn't know if it was because of his charm, or the banter that was the closest you would get to flirting, or even just the way he looked. He was always looking down at you, having to lean in a little closer to hear you since he was so tall.

Being at Grimmauld Place was no different to being at Hogwarts with the way the twins, especially Fred, acted. They still pulled pranks and Fred still had his banter with you. Which was exactly what Mrs. Weasley was yelling and complaining about.

You'd walk in to make tea and grab a biscuit when you heard, "And they're always up to something. I can't with those two, one of these days they are going to have to grow out of these pranks and jokes," Molly complained, while cleaning the table.

"Hey, me and James were the same way, and look how we turned out," Sirius said, but Molly just gave him a look, "Alright, maybe not the best example, but look at Remus. He was part of our pranks, and he ended up teaching at Hogwarts."

Remus had now butted into the conversation, "I did end up having to leave due to my furry little problem, though I did enjoy some of their mischief, Molly," he defended, taking a sip of his tea.

"They don't even study. How will they get anywhere if they don't focus on school. For once I wish they would focus on their classes instead of some dumb prank or useless product," Molly continued on.

You'd been at the counter, letting your tea bag sit in your tea, as you listened to Molly rant. At some point you let out an eye roll and huff that did not go unnoticed. Your dad and uncle seemed to pick up on your small gestures.

"You seem to have some thoughts on this matter, why don't you share them with us," Sirius teased, sitting at the dinner table, leaning back in his chair.

You shrugged, annoyed you were being put on the spot, "I have nothing to say really."

"Oh come on, you go to school with them, you must have something to say," Remus interjected, picking up on what Sirius was doing.

Before you could respond, Molly spoke up before you, "It's alright dear, I know everyone is probably annoyed by their childish pranks."

You rolled your eyes again, this time deciding to defend the twins, "They're actually not that childish. They're pretty impressive if anything."

"Oh really? And what makes you say that?" Remus questioned, leaning against the counter.

"They've pulled off really complicated charms before actually," you started, "And they're both really smart, especially Fred. I once watched him pull off a charm during my first year, that not even seventh years could pull off. Whenever they come up with some new product Fred always shows it to me and explains it, and its always bloody genius. I don't think I've seen him come up with an idea that hasn't worked. I think if he did try to study he could be top of his class, especially in charms. He could probably give Hermione a run for her money if he cared enough. I don't see why everyone demeans his pranks so often. He's a bit of a genius when it comes to them," you explained, not realizing when your defense for the twins turned into you rambling on about how smart Fred was.

You turned around to face the three adults who all had a smile on their face, yet also seemed a bit shocked. Sirius started to massage his temples, quietly repeating "not again, not again," which you didn't understand why. While Mrs. Weasley had a knowing smile as she continued cleaning, not saying a word. Finally you turned to Remus, who was shaking his head at Sirius.

"What?" you exclaimed, confused as to why they were acting like this, "What's wrong with him? Why does he keep repeating that?" you asked Remus.

Remus took in a long deep breath before saying, "Because, about 17, maybe 18 years ago, Lily Potter said the same words, unknowingly might I add, about Harry's father all those years ago," he explained.

It took you a moment to connect the dots, but once you did you were quick to react, "Shut it."

"She said the same thing too," Remus teased, as you walked out of the kitchen.

***

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Fred had heard everything you said. He thought they were talking about something for The Order, but he ended up catching your conversation. He was over the moon to find out you thought of him like that, and he knew the next time he talked to you he would tease you about it for forever.

***

The next time Fred saw you, you were walking back to your room upstairs when he stopped you.

"What do you want, Weasley?" you asked, knowing he probably had some prank to show you, or a new product.

"I think you mean genius actually," he teased.

It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but once you did you felt a bit embarrassed, "So you heard all of that?"

He nodded his head, "Oh, I heard all of it. How I'm a genius, and my "silly" pranks are actually really impressive, and how you think I'm super smart," he teased, while having the biggest smile on his face.

You shrugged, "And so what if I do?"

Your confidence threw him off a bit, but he went with it. He was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Well, do you like smart guys," he asked, trying to shoot his shot.

"Maybe," you replied, inching closer to him without realizing it.

"That's not an answer, love," he said, the name rolling off his tongue as if it was completely normal.

"Yes, I do," you admitted.

Fred's smile got even wider at your confession, "Good" he said, "And how would you like to kiss a smart guy?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, who is this supposed smart guy?"

"I heard he's quite the genius," Fred said, closer to you now than he was before.

You considered it for a moment, "Then yes, yes I do."

"Even better," Fred said, before connecting his lips with yours. Your hands went around his neck, one of them tangling in his hair. Fred's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. You both had waited so long for this moment, that it was unbelievable that it finally happened. You didn't know what was next, but you enjoyed the moment between you.

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red5cars · 6 months ago

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surroghoap pt.2

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cw: none

this was a bad idea.

it was all you could think about. on the drive there, when you pulled into the driveway of their nice secluded home, even sitting on the couch next to the mastiff who exhales more spit than air.

earlier, you pulled on your nicest casual dress, a long green number that was shapeless modest. you wanted to appear like someone who had their shit together, not an on-the-way-drop-out who got pregnant after some nameless fling.

the dog slobbering all over the fabric dampens your image.

“aye! git off th' couch ya wet beast!” the scot, johnny, snaps at the dog, his finger pointing towards the hallway. an echoing bark escapes the mastiff's mouth, but johnny doesn't loosen up, a low growl leaving his lips. the display of dominance takes you by surprise, but the dog seems used to it, slinking off the couch and retreating elsewhere.

as he does, johnny turns to face you with an apologetics smile on his face, “sorry, we dinnae git many guests, ‘specially fresh ones,” his word choice makes you squirm, the imagery of a red marbled slab flashing through your head.

“no worries,” you reassure, discomfort pushed to the deepest depths, “not the first time i was stained with dog spit,” regret fills you immediately as the words leave your mouth. to think, this man welcomed you into his home and the first thing you did was make a smart comment. what a charming guest you are.

much to your relief, johnny doesn’t seem offended at all. in fact, he finds your comment amusing, the corners of his lips curling upward until the sound of the kettle screaming makes his face scrunch.

“so, th’ drive wasnae too bad?” he asks, the little gap between the kitchen in the living room obscuring him. you can tell he's moving, lifting something by the way his muscles flex under the soft lights of the kitchen.

not here to oogle, you remind yourself, fingers interlocking over your lap, "yeah, it was fine. but i have to ask," you can see his head lift, eyes still on the kettle but some of his attention on you, "why meet here? why not in the city?"

johnny hums, as if he was expecting this question. briefly, you wonder if he has a monologue, offering his explanation through the phrasings of a sonnet.

"nae to keen 'bout loud 'n' crowded places," he states simply, lifting something and beginning his trek back to the living area. okay, so that isn't a totally alarming response.. but still rings a few bells.

"oh.. care to elaborate?" it's not that you want to press him, there's just.. a need too. there's not enough benefit to suade your doubt. he stands before you now, hinged at the hips to set down the a tray. three little mugs filled with what you assume is tea. steam snakes its way up from the cups, only to fade a few centimeters out.

"well.." his voice drops with his weight, settling into one of the comfy chairs before you. it succumbs to his mass quickly, once again showing off his impressive size, "best if ah show ye," and before you can ask show me what? he turns his head to the side, running his fingers through an overgrown buzz. it takes a minute of searching, his fingers and lengthy mohawk in the way, but your eyes widen upon finding it.

a pink, jagged line that starts somewhere on his hairline and ends before it can reach the back of his head.

in all honesty, you're surprised you didn't notice it the first time, a testament to his good looks and a showcase of how much of an ignorant ass you can be.

"sorry i didn't mean to-" he cuts you off with the shake of his head, an understanding smile on his face. "it's a'richt, lass. in fine fettle, y'ken? jus' cannae handle the city like ah used tae," his smile turns sympathetic, but you both know that you aren't the one who needs to be pitied.

there's an itch to right this wrong. even if it doesn't affect johnny, you're own assumptions and actions will be ingrained into your head till you forget about them, then remember it in the midst of doing some mundane task. your mouth begins to part when the door suddenly opens, the mastiff suddenly appearing from the hallway, spit and its paws hitting the floor.

the beast runs past you, happily (and loudly) barking at whoever entered. you expect to see johnny wear an expression of irritation considering how he reprimanded the dog last time, but it's the opposite. there's a fondness in his eyes as he looks behind you, warmth radiating from him.

"ther' ye are, si," he says once the dog has quieted down, but his heavy pants offer some unpleasant background, "thought ah wis gonna do this by maeself."

slowly, you turn your head, finding who you presume is 'si'. if anything, he looks less like a person and more like a.. presence. despite him standing right there, you feel him better then you see him. all you can really make out are his eyes, brown like the various oak logs that barricade their home.

he doesn't say anything, looking at you and johnny through narrow slits.

eventually his gaze ends on you, almost analyzing you all the while he pets the dog's head (who presses himself cheerfully against si. huge dog needs a huge owner you suppose).

"whose 'is?" it seems his analysis didn't provide anything useful, johnny being the one to fill in the blanks with a sigh, "the surrogate, simon." you swear you can hear him tack on an exasperated 'forgetful bastard', but it could be anything.

si, well, simon, stares at you for what seems like an eternity before speaking again, "i see," it's like locking eyes with medusa, his gaze turning you nearly statue-esque in your seat.

"well," simon finally lifts his gaze on you and a weight lifts off your shoulders till it's dropped again when he says, "best start then."

#lt ghost #sgt soap #ghoap x reader #ghoap #ghoap au #cw pregnancy #reds writes

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timkontheunsure · 7 months ago

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A CBT look at Blitz's core beliefs

Boring explanationy bit

Ok first off a core belief is this how the world works sort of thought. It has a ton of evidence on it side, or some big life altering event. Acting within is designed to kept you safe. And everyone has good and bad ones.

Think of it as of a short bit of base code running in the background, helping you go with your gut. A quick a short cut, but one that's got a lot of logic and past facts behind it.

They're mostly set up in childhood. So if you have an abusive parent, or trauma, you can get ones that become unhelpful for you in other situations. Like with people that really care about you.

A distortion is a little different. They affect how you look at the wold based off your mood, and are always negative. They specifically don't have a lot of evidence on their side. Like a prism that makes things a little different than what's really there.

They are an action to do based on your mood: catastrophizing (when everybody I love leaves me next year)

Black & white thinking (yes there's all this evidence showing Stolas cares, but that doesn't count as it just sex).

Thought spiraling (this one goes to Moxxie heh)

Or snap judgments based only only how your mood is (Ghostfuckers is fun and sexy, so we should take the case when I know they don't exist).

Blitz's core beliefs

So 'all royals are assholes' and 'no royal will care about an imp' are a core beliefs. Because this is definitely true, the 1% don't give a fig. (Stolas and Ozzie are basically round errors from what we've seen).

"I'm going to die alone" is also one.

So is "I make everyone's lives worse"

But his good ones are: "we don't get rid of family",

Ok with these two good ones we're going to have to go into rules for life. Blitz core belief is about family sticks together and protects each other. That's his code that always wants to run.

But he's also got evidence that family will kick you out for not being good enough, and hurting/killing people on accident. When you get code clashing you get cognitive dissidence, which physically hurts.

So you do a patch to reduce that pain. A rule to live by. 'If X is right and Y is right, then the variable that off is me.'

'We don't get rid of family, but we do get rid of me = I'm the only one who we can get rid of'.

With Loona it's we get orphanage lady saying words that could have come straight out of Cash's mouth. (I want Blitz to get a song telling that git off so hard).

Those hit Blitz hard, so hard he changed his mind on adopting a small little child, to a older teenage. CBT says that when something hits that hard it's because it hit at least 1 core belief. He sees himself in Loona in that moment, and never want another kid to be gotten rid of.

And other one could be bad or good depending on what's around it. 'I will be of use to family/people I love'. Blitz needs to feel useful to the people he loves, especially with growing in a family business working from being a kid.

And the rule Blitz has made for himself between the "I'm going to die alone" + 'I will be of use to family' = 'But maybe if I'm useful they won't abandoned of me yet'

(Also how sad it is that Blitz feels he's only allowed help, and support if it's a tit for tat, favours for favours exchange).

So everyone has a mixed bag of these good and bad. The problem happened when trauma responses give you ones that don't help you in a new situation. Like say a demon prince falling head over heels for him.

The idea of CBT is that if your struggling to look at what's changed since the core beliefs were set up. And if it isn't keeping you safe anymore, then you try to replace the old one with a new one; that has new evidence that backs it up. A update.

Like how Millie shows Blitz concrete examples of him improving her life. Just telling him he hasn't wrecked her life wouldn't work.

(This is one of reasons why Stolas' confection doesn't stick with Blitz. Blitz needs to know reasons why someone like Stolas loves him. It why he asks him in apology tour. Stolas tell your boy why he's so amazing for flips' sake).

Millie shows how joining IMP positively improved her live. "He gave me so much...A career, a husband, a future. And now...He's my best friend."

And Blitz helping Millie through alot of her own negative self talk she had. That 'she's not good enough', 'she's only the muscle', 'that Pride's too fancy for imps', and 'no imp works for them selves'.

These we're all Millie's core beliefs before joining IMP, if she still had these Rolando's words would have hurt her. But through having the support and example of Blitz she's removed those old bits of code.

When see her mum it obvious where and why she has these ideas about herself. Lynn describes her full time job, being employed direct by a company; as "Freelance". Because Imps can't work for themselves. (Even if she is impressed by Blitz). It's like different between working for Uber, instead of taxi firm. No protections, and an unsafe unstable job.

She pulls up her daughter's valid explanation why she lost the fight as "Excuses!", because Millie was "'raised better than that' as the muscle of the team.

She's very against Moxxie for being too week, and not having the same melee skills as Millie.

It obvious that she wants her daughter to have a similar life as her, where she keeps her head down, and has a partner that is able to defend Millie. This because there's a level of safety in this crab bucket attitude. She'd very unlikely to come to the notice of higher-ups. Like how Stolas being very involved in IMP and with Blitz.

But Blitz talked Millie round, and also showed her that she doesn't have to pigeon hole herself like that. She has years of evidence that Blitz could do it, and him pointing out how good she is when she fell back into thinking of herself as just the muscle.

Rolando's trying to exploit vulnerability that she's updated against. (It's super ineffective).

Ok after that sight side tangent of with Millie's head, back to Blitz's.

The "your going to die alone" has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, tripping Blitz up alot. Because it comes twofold for his fear of hurting his loved ones, making their life worse, and his fear of abandonment. Because he was abandoned, that did happen.

Making him feel like he has it to push away the people he love for there own, and that they'll leave him eventually so might as well push them away now. He's got a lot of previous evidence tied to this.

It's going to take more then Fizz and Millie telling him he didn't ruin theirs, for him to start to be able to unpick this. Because he's still certain it's true. Even if he's improved the lives of most of the people he knows.

And even Fizz who were directly effected by the mistake Blitz still punishing himself for, has told him that being made disabled didn't ruin his life.

There's a whole debate in my head whether Barbie would have had such trouble with addiction; if she wasn't assuming/told that her brother started the fire on purpose, that killed their mum. I'm honestly not sure. But it does seem like her resentment over it has made it harder on her. And that all seems to stem from Cash abuse. (I'm sure Cash is the one to tell Blitz that Fizz said he'd die alone).

Ok on to how the these are interacting/fucking up his relationship to Stolas. Blitz is definitely is afraid to love Stolas for a number of reasons. (You knew I'd get there at somepoint right 😛).

Cus a whole load are clashes together for him, making it really difficult for him because about see things from the outside. with the "royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us" one.

Making Blitz rationalize that it's gotta be about the sex, and being of use. Anything that shows this assumption is wrong has to be disregarded with distortion.

But when Stolas takes sex off the table, and still talking about feeling, and relationships; it makes Blitz's fear of abandonment go turbo. It's not rational but it's the only rule Blitz has that might make Stolas keep him.

He feels like that sex is all he has to give to a prince after all. And he wanted Stolas to stay for a long while now. It's not a grimoire his hallucinations put on a golden pedestal after all. And there a a lot of similarity to how Stolas and his Mumma vanish.

(Debøra pør favør pointed out this emotion damage so now you have to suffer too 😭https://x.com/_Choco_torta/status/1859028103772955135)

"I'm going to die alone" and 'I must be of use' Blitz freaks out badly in queen Bee after Ozzie's. Blitz believed that he's be rejected by Stolas, he's been shoved back into the box of it just being about lust.

Because he wants more, but feels he's unworthy, it's got him hurt coming and going. He's got to shut down any attempt by Stolas to have something real. But he was also hurt constantly feeling sex is all that he's got to offer, and all Stolas would want.

"I make everyone's lives worse" and "We don't get get rid of family". Ok this is into theory level but think Master Mind and Sinsmas are going hit these last two harddddd. (We're one week from mastermind).

It looks likely that Stolas is going to lose Via, face punishment for the illegal deal, and be dragged for the affair. With Via swallowing a lot gaslighting about not being loved by Stolas (lines from the trailer).

Blitz will probably going assume it's another another life he's made worse, where he's caused them to lose their own family. Don't think this will play well with last guy he fell in love with he blow up.

It's going to make it much harder for him to remove the idea; that that him loving some will only hurt them.

Alot of the reasons Blitz thought it was ok to get close to Stolas are tied up in these beliefs. He assumes Stolas was powerful and immortal, so couldn't be hurt physically like Fizz or Mumma.

He assumed that a prince would never fall for an imp, so only he could get hurt emotionally. It couldn't end the same way as Verosika. Blitz thinking he's the only one to be able to be hurt, and get to be useful not just to Stolas, but provide a better life for his whole family. It would seem like a bargain. (And the self punishment aspect probably wasn't going be a turn off for him, cus Blitz thinks he deserves it).

This season seems slow be eroding that pedestal Blitz put Stolas on (and vice versa). It's hurts, and it's knocking the stuffing out of both of them; but it's bring Stolas to earth for Blitz. Making his more of a real person in his eyes.

Eh probably a lot way to go, but I'm here for it.

(was very loosely based on this post, because it got me thinking about distortions vs core beliefs. But then I went off on a whole thing, so thought it would be weird to put it as a reblog. Still loved @akirathedramaqueen analysis and would recommend giving it a read 😀)

#helluva boss #blitz helluva boss #CBT helluva boss #stolitz #isn't as tidy as I'd like because of head problems sorry about that #helluva analysis #And again hitting the picture limit... Doh

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kurishiri · 7 months ago

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03 ┊ A match of life and death, the art of self-protection

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— jude⌛'s past records, record #3. i'm so, so sorry for taking so long on this ,, orz

— cw: brief mention of human trafficking in the end.

Jude: I’ll give ya more in return. So give that medicine to me.

Going so low as to threaten him with a shattered bottle, it resembled what had been done to us by our father and brother.

God knows how long we glared at each other.

But the one who opened his mouth first was the doctor.

Oswald: ...Listen up, lad. An investment is lending out funds with the expectation of future gains.

O: Only an ignorant and selfish child would think he could receive funds just like that.

(...!)

(Hate to admit it, but this damn doctor’s got a point.)

I could shout and yell out all until I gave out, but in the end I was only saying bratty, spoiled nonsense.

Unable to say anything back, the doctor handed me a thick medical book.

Jude: What’s this for?

Oswald: By the time I come around next time, have this entire book memorized.

O: If you can demonstrate your abilities, I promise I will administer the medicine.

The book he gave me was so thick, it could probably kill a person if they got hit with it.

And the doctor came around here once a week.

——All that to say.

(He’s thinks I don’t got it in me from the start so he’s givin’ me this tall order.)

Jude: Ha, bloody hell... all of ya lookin’ down on me, aren’t’cha.

(But it’s this or nothin’ for us.)

(I’ll weave from a single straw if I hafta.)

To get more out of this than if I were to steal and sell it for a likely-high price,

I was grateful to my mother, who had taught me how to read.

Jude: Couldn’t ask for nothin’ more. I’m in.

——is what I said, but memorizing everything was far from an easy feat.

Jude: Ether has been used as a narcotic in treatments...

J: Tch, there’s way too many fancy words in ‘ere.

I felt like my heart was going to get crushed countless times.

But, if that happened, that would really be the end for us.

I absorbed myself to the point I neglected sleeping and eating——

And then, one week later, I memorized everything.

The damn doctor would point to a page, and when I recited its contents, he let out a satisfied laugh.

Oswald: Haha, to think you really went and memorized everything. That was quite a feat even for myself.

Jude: The hell? Weren’t ya the one who told me to memorize this entire thing?

Oswald: Indeed. It’s my defeat.

O: As promised, I will treat you guys.

Jude: As ya should, ya git.

Jude’s little sister: ...Hey, mister doctor.

Oswald: Hm? What is it, kiddo?

Jude’s little sister: Will... will ya really fulfill your promise?

Jude’s little sister: ‘Cause even if my brother makes a promise, all the adults go ‘round breakin’ ‘em.

Jude: ......... (O_O)

Oswald: I could say anything with this mouth, so I was intending to show it with my actions...

O: But I will not break the promise. ——And that is absolute.

And so, the damn doctor, as promised, periodically administered the medicine to us.

My sister and I then slowly recovered.

While under the treatment, the damn doctor didn’t utter a word. Nor did he show us any pity.

He simply treated us as another human being, on equal footing——and while I hated to admit it, that made me happy.

So that may have been why my mouth ended up slipping.

Jude: They would’ve wanted us dead. Which was why I did everythin’ I could not to.

Dammit, I had thought then——but the damn doctor responded with a dispassionate voice, all the while continuing the treatment.

Oswald: If you died because others had wished for you to die, that would be the most uninteresting thing.

O: So, if that’s the case, why not live a stubborn life? That is the ultimate revenge.

In an act of amusement, he would tell me about lots of things.

And I would come to absorb more and more of that knowledge.

But, such a peaceful time would end and fade away in an instant.

Jude: The hell? ...Ya sold her?

to be continued…

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lwlrence · 8 months ago

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CONSPIRACY THEORY HELL:

WHAT YOU KNOW AND WHY YOU'RE TOO HEARTBROKEN (I GET THAT)

ACTORS HELL: YOU KNEW ABOUT THE LIZARDS ALL ALONG (NOW YOU'RE FAMOUS)

HARBINGERS: YOU KNEW SOMEBODY WAS A LEGEND IN YOUR FAMILY

MAESTRO BECOME: YOU'RE LOVED BUT YOU HATE THE GOVERNMENT TO CHANGE YOUR OWN HOUSEHOLD FOR THE WORLD TO BE YOU

DANTE'S PARADOX: THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE (YOU ALIVE)

JUDGEMENT DAY: X-FILES FAN

GAIMAN'S HELL: YOU'RE INTO SCI-FI (SPECIFIC ONE) AND IT ADDS UP

BABYLON UNBROKEN: YOU'RE QUIET BUT YOU KNOW HOW TO ARGUE AGAINST A MORON (YOUR DREAM COME TRUE)

KINGDOM COME: YOU'RE RELIGIOUS BUT KNEW EVERY CELEBRITY WAS RELIGIOUS LIKE YOU (MOOSLIM)

PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM: YOU'RE INTO THAT GENRE BUT YOU ARE TOO DEEP THAT YOU ENTER RHODE ISLAND (MENTAL HELL) THAT YOU COULD NOT EVEN OPEN UP THAT EASILY WITHOUT YOU BELIEVING IN ALLAH THAT DEEPLY THAT ALL POINTS HAD A REASON TO BE IN YOUR LIFE FOR THAT REASON TO BE AN ACTOR (HELPING SOLVE REAL LIFE MYSTERIES ABOUT A THING THAT BOTHERED YOU TOO DEEPLY)

9 THEORY BIAS: DREAMCOMER

THIS IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY ACCURATE TO THE EVENTS LIKE I EXPLAIN ACTOR'S HELL TO PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM WITHOUT YOU EVEN UNDERSTANDING A STEP YOU MISSED AND A POINT WITHOUT YOU EVEN LIVING IT (CUZ YOU KNEW! : )

ACTORS HELL: BASIC REASON OF YOUR LIFE (YOUR NAME)

HARBINGER'S: YOUR FAVOURITE SONG ON REPEAT IS YOUR LIFE, YOUR WORLD AND REASON (IS YOU)

MAESTRO BECOME: YOU LIVED THAT SONG

DANTE'S PARADOX: I HATED THAT (AND THEY ALL UNDERSTOOD THE COMMON HATRED SUCCESSION PASSION OF A WHAT)

JUDGEMENT DAY: YOU WERE BRUTALISED BY THAT COMMON ENEMY OF THE STATE

GAIMAN'S HELL: YOUR RENEWAL ENERGY TOOK YOU QUITE SOME TIME THAT YOU HAVE HAD IN WITHIN YOU THAT MADE YOU BECOME SHAITAAN'S QUR'AN IN THE END WITHOUT THAT 'GOODBYE KISS MY ASS' ENERGY THAT LEFT YOU FOR DEAD ONCE (YOUR FAVOURITE EULOGY TO THAT DEAD SELF THEY FORNICATED YOU ALL OVER)

BABYLON UNBROKEN: YOUR LIFE IN THE NEW WORLD AFTER YOU GET MARRIED IS YOUR TRUTH

KINGDOM COME: YOU'RE FAMOUS FOREVER

PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM: YOUR ATLAS PARADOX IS HOW YOU BELIEVE IN A TV SHOW SYNDICATE (YOU WERE THE MISSING MEMBER OF THAT SPECIFIC HIDDEN PART OF YOU THAT WAS ACTUALLY YOU (YOUR JANNAT SQUAD FINALISED WITH YOU AT THE SAME TIME BEFORE YOU KNEW YOUR LIFE WAS OVER)

ANALOG: YOU RIGHT NOW HAVING A REASON TO HATE AND THAT IS NOW A PART OF YOUR FAMILY BIAS (YOUR REASON TO BE YOURSELF (OTHERS AMONG YOU LIKE YOU AS YOU SEE TRUE) IS YOU (YOUR LEGACY IS MADE THERE)

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY BUT ME RIGHT NOW TO MADONNA

ACTORS HELL: LINNA RIAZ

MEDIAN: CONSPIRACY THEORY HELL

HARBINGER'S: UNBROKEN - DEMI LOVATO

MEDIAN: I'M LINNA RIAZ (BOWIES WORLD)

MAESTRO BECOME: DEMI LOVATO

MEDIAN: DAY OF DEATH (BY PETTY LUCK)

DANTE'S PARADOX: WORST CASE SCENARIO

MEDIAN: BIRTHDAY KING

JUDGEMENT DAY: MADONNA'S LIFE

MEDIAN: DESI ARISTOCRAT HATE TRAIN ISLAND (RHODE ISLAND)

GAIMAN'S HELL: WORST VERSION OF 'HER'

MEDIAN: SELENA GOMEZ IN ACTUAL REALITY (ALEX RUSSO IS HER)

KINGDOM COME: I HATE YOU TO 'X'

MEDIAN: DISASTER BASTARD STORYLINE IN DOCTOR WHO FOREVER

PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM: FORGOTTEN LIFE

MEDIAN: LINNA RIAZ IS THE LAST QUEEN OF EARTH (OOO NATIVE THAN IO)

ANALOG: WORLD WIDE PREMIERE

SO YOUR LIFE HAS A RESOLUTION THEORY THAT MAKES YOU RELENTLESS IN KNOWLEDGE SO YOU'RE AT PEACE WITH WHERE YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU KNOW LOVE LIKE YOU WERE NEVER BROKEN

#u ask for trauma everyday til your mother gets it first by you knowing your bitch sister being a shaitaan (ra) for no reason #'i hated that git'#always the score-lonely wise ass that got you in trouble for 'looking at a' and it was a live-action conversation in a tv show made public #the big sister of the family that got the hit first is why you're now 'bitch detective'#i knew why.......#uncle possibly dead #and shit starts there #america now #allahuakbar dreaming #david duvochny californication my ass #rich guy scenario and your youngest cousin gets the hit for it #chris brown #hit after hit #she rihanna now #ya allah #haha #'my uncle too funny once cuz'#(u havin that same conversation with david inside ur head cuz of it)

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morganhopesmith1996 · 1 year ago

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Ghost in the Shell DVD 📀 💕 It also came with this cool little picture with Scarlett Johansson On It.

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ssaalexblake · 1 year ago

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I'm past wanting to smack my own head against a wall when I see an idiot take that 13 is one dimensional in s11. Now I wish somebody would smack the heads of people saying it against a wall.

I love how we suddenly lose our ability to see a character putting on a front and to analyse their actions when they're played by a woman. Truly. It's so much Fun. It's not like she's trying to live up to what 12 tasked the next doctor to be I.e. laughing and kind and happy. It's not like she's clearly not spending half her time getting bad guys alone to be a threatening terror of a being where the humans don't see bc apparently doesn't count if nobody sees her doing it. It's not that she's clearly only holding onto her temper by a thread multiple times. It's not like that, when she no longer has the emotional bandwidth to lie through her teeth about her virtuous nature, she became a grumpy, reclusive git who annoyed her companions to the point they wanted to bash Her head against a wall.

Gosh it's almost as if they expected the audience to waste a shred of thought on, god forbid, a Woman.

The audacity.

#dw shit #asses shown in fandom but that is just a normal thursday 🤷#if y'all can interpret and analyse the actions and reactions of the men you are perfectly capable of doing so with her #or i guess Not apparently #👀

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perfectly-m1saligned · 8 months ago

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K!nktober 14/15

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day 14: face sitting. Day 15: overstimulation; begging. You can find all my stories on my Wattpas as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(Boyfriend!Simon)

cw: loser Simon is obsessed with you, oral (f receiving) (a lot), multiple orgams

word count: 2053

a/n: I am very sorry about skipping some days, but i'm already as late as it is with updating, and the prompts don't really align with my style T-T

It had been a petty fight, really, a stupid disagreement over an even more stupid thing, but the fact that it had happened right before Simon left for his mission had been even more painful. He didn’t apologise, didn’t hold you that night, making you feel so alone, and left in the early morning without a word. Simon wasn’t good with feelings and confrontation, and he had felt like a downright bastard to leave like that, and guilt had eaten at him during the whole mission.

The only thing that kept him alive was the ardent desire to come back home to you, apologise for his dumb, childish actions, to hold you, and tell you that he loved you, to ask for your forgiveness, and worship you like the goddess you were. He had always been a goner for you, his walls crumbling beneath a touch of your hand, a warm caress, able to melt the ice that encased his poor heart.

The moment he was back at base, he asked Kyle to drive him home, reluctantly accepting his unceasing teasing as he told him to stop by a flower shop, asking for a bouquet of wildflowers, so big he had to stack it in the backseat with his duffle bag. It would’ve been a thousand times worse if he had asked Johnny, and he probably would’ve strangled the cheeky git before he was able to get him home.

You’d had three whole weeks to ruminate over the fight, over-analysing every single word spoken, every little detail of his body language, paranoia setting its roots so deep within the darkest confines of your mind, you had simply convinced yourself he was going to break up with you when he would come back.

It did, in fact, come as a surprise when you opened the door and his whole face was hidden behind a gigantic bouquet of colourful wildflowers, his big brown eyes peeking above the petals, looking down at you like a kicked puppy. It was always endearing to see your 6’4” beast of a man boyfriend acting like a little kid around you.

“Simon-” you whispered, your lips parted in a small ‘o’ as he simply stood there, your heart feeling like it was going to burst at any moment. You gently accepted the flowers, seeing how his arms limply went to his sides, awkwardly lingering by the door. “Oh, I am so glad you’re okay.”

The relief of seeing him alive and well was greater than whatever petty grudge you held, the arm that wasn’t holding the flowers wrapping around his midriff, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent. “y/n…” he murmured, his nose in your hair as his arms came to encircle your waist, holding you impossibly close to him. “I am so sorry, so, so fucking sorry. I was an idiot, i didn’t even say goodbye-”

“Shhh, shh, don’t.” You mumbled into his chest, shaking your head. You pulled away, your hand grabbing at the hem of his shirt, gently tugging at it as you led him inside the house. Your small apartment that overlooked the city, your little slice of heaven that held so many memories, some good some bad, but it was filled with love all the same. He gently waddled after you, closing the door behind himself and following you into the living room. You put the bouquet on the table, then beckoned Simon to sit on the couch.

He obeyed immediately, silently sitting down onto the plush cushion. You walked right in between his spread thighs, feeling his hands coming up the side of your thighs, settling on your hips. “I missed you,” he whispered, resting his chin against your stomach, looking up at you with his deep brown eyes. “I felt terrible this whole time, I just wanted to come home and…apologise to you properly.”

Your heart felt a hundred times lighter now, the weeks of paranoia slipping away as he looked genuinely sorry. You let your fingers run through the messy blonde locks. “You’re okay,” I said just as softly. “We were both idiots, I recognise that now. That fight shouldn’t have happened in the first place. So I should apologise, too.” Simon shook his head, burying his face into your stomach, a sound similar to a purr rumbling in his throat, reverberating against your tummy. “It was my fault, y/n. I left without even saying goodbye, you…you probably hated me for the past three weeks.” - Well, he wasn’t wrong. - “But I should’ve never given you a reason to doubt me, or to resent me. Please, y/n, let me make it up to you.”

He looked so eager, clinging onto you with that expectant look in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to be granted your forgiveness, the only thing that mattered to him. “Please.” He whispered again. “Please what?” You asked, gently tugging at his hair, forcing him to look up at you. “Let me touch you, baby. Please,” he pleaded, already sounding breathless. “You felt bad because of me, now I need to make you feel good, it’s…it’s the least I can do.” He started to trace a trail down your stomach with the tip of his nose, stopping just an inch shy of the waistband of your sweatpants, sighing against the fabric of your t-shirt. “Can I?”

When Simon acted desperate, it was the hottest thing ever, turning you on in a way nothing else could. It made you feel love, worshipped, because in his eyes, you were his one and only goddess. “Oh, Simon..” you cooed, and he looked up at you with a hopeful smile. “...you think you deserve it?”

He groaned, his hands balling up into fists around your pants, only bunching up the fabric. “B-Baby…fuck…” he breathed out, looking helpless. “Don’t do this to me, I need you. Need to feel you-” You moved his hand away when he started to let it creep under your t-shirt. “You look pathetic. You think I’ll just forgive you like that?” You asked, giving his hair a quick, sharp tug. He hissed, but the noise that left his chest sounded more like a moan. You had already forgiven him the moment he saw him carrying the flowers, but he loved being submissive for you as much as you loved holding this kind of control over him.

“y/n, I’m begging you, seriously, I-” He released a shaky breath, hands trembling as he kept himself from tearing the pants off you. “Please, I’ve missed you so fucking much. These weeks away from you were torture, please. I just…just a taste, I’m begging.” He could feel your arousal wafting up to his nose, and he inhaled deeply, relishing in your sweet scent. “Just a taste, I-I need you, I need you so fucking much.”

He was already painfully hard, his erection straining in his cargo pants, cock throbbing and oozing precum onto his boxer briefs. He could’ve come just by your rejection alone, getting so restless and overwhelmed he could’ve made a mess on his own, without you even touching him. And that, was just the hottest fucking thing ever. The way he would bend at your will, growing desperate for you, for just a crumb of your attention, for all he wanted was to make you feel good.

“Fine,” you eventually relented, feigning annoyance, when you were actually just as eager as he was. His eyes lit up, and he wasted no time, starting to pepper kisses over your stomach, his fingers already tugging at your pants, sliding them down, along with your damp panties. He growled at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric, his mouth starting to salivate upon seeing the slick that covered your folds, as if already tasting it. “Come here,” he whispered huskily, ignoring your perplexed expression as he took your hand and guided you to the other side of the couch. Only then you realised he was moving with you, coming to lay down over the cushions, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Please, y/n,” he begged again. “I need to taste you.”

Sitting on his face always felt weird, the improbable thought of accidentally suffocating him always lurking in the back of your mind, arising some scepticism in you every time. But then you remembered he probably wouldn’t be asking if he wasn’t built like a fucking unit. Peeling your t-shirt off as well, Simon simply admired you in awe, your body the most ethereal and precious thing he had ever laid his eyes - and hands - on.

He patiently waited there, looking like a kid on Christmas morning the moment you put your legs on either side of his head, caging his face between your thighs. “Is this-” you couldn’t even get the words out that his hands were on your hips, bringing you down until you were fully sat on his face. A guttural groan reverberated right through you as his lips latched onto your weeping cunt. A flick of his tongue between your folds coaxed a loud moan, your back arching as your eyes rolled into your skull.

��S-Simon-” you whimpered, a hand curled around the backrest of the couch, the other tangled in his messy hair. He looked like he was having a bloody good time, feasting on you like a man starved. He hadn’t seen you or heard from you for three whole weeks, and this time away from you, knowing you were upset because of him, made him realise just how much he truly loved you.

“Mhm,” he hummed against you. “Let me make you feel good.” His nose pushed against your hooded clit, stealing a sweet moan from you, his hands caressing the plane of your stomach, your hips, the curve of your ass. “Fuck…that’s so…f-fuck, so good-”

His tongue teased your entrance, before insertion itself inside of you, a loud groan of pleasure filling the room as you came undone from that alone, the orgasm rippling throughout you with an unexpected force, your thighs violently shaking. You feared you could accidentally crush him, but you coming only seemed to spur him on, since he didn’t let go of you as his name fell from your lips in a string of breathless pleas, his relentless tongue lapping up at your arousal, letting the juices from your cunt coat his whole face.

“N-No…too much, Si…too much!” You cried out softly, trying to lift your hips away, but his strong hands kept you still, long fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs. “We’re done when I say I’m done, y/n.” He suddenly growled, the rumble in his throat sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. It was overwhelming, really, the overstimulation robbing you of the ability to string a sentence, or even forming a coherent thought, only moans and babbling noises escaping your mouth as you braced yourself to the backrest of the couch.

Heat pooled in your belly even faster this time, Simon’s tongue circling your clit, placing open mouthed kisses along your pretty pussy, drinking your juices like it was his last meal. Another orgasm hit, the second wave somehow more intense than the first, your entire body quaking as the raw pleasure coursed through you, screaming his name, tugging at his hair, tear-brimmed eyes squeezed shut. By the time you had rode out your high, you were having a hard time remembering your name, trying to bring your heartbeat back to a normal level, chest heaving, leg still shaky.

Simon was extra careful when he felt you almost giving out from above, manoeuvring you so he could slip from underneath you, chuckling softly as you curled up in a ball onto the cushion, your body twitching ever so often as it recovered. He simply looked at you for a while, chest swelling with pride, knowing he had made you feel this good.

Gently, he picked you up, your body pliable in his arms as he effortlessly carried you towards the bedroom, gently putting you down on the bed and tucking you in. You were almost letting the drowsiness take over. “Where are you going?” You mumbled groggily looking at him with half-lidded eyes. He simply smiled.

“Takin’ a shower, love,” he whispered, hovering over you to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Don’t fall asleep, I’m coming back to give you the rest when I’m done.”

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not translate or share on this or any other platforms without credit•

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty smut #ghost x reader smut #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #18+ mdni #mdni #i need him #omg this man #halloween #perfectly-m1saligned

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boba-pearl-writes · 11 months ago

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Liar | August 5th | 776 words | @rosekillermicrofic | T

“I’m telling you, Barty! I didn’t take them!”

Barty chased Evan around the dorm as Evan tried to hold on to the biscuits Barty had wrapped up in a bit of napkin from supper. Always had a bit of a sweet tooth, his friend. All the more reason to take them for himself. And Barty was always so protective of his sweets.

“LIAR!” Barty yelled as he tackled Evan to the bed, both of them hitting the sheets in a tangle of limbs. Evan could hear Regulus laughing at them from his side of the room. The little shit. Evan squirmed under Barty as he tried to snatch the biscuits from where they were clenched tightly in his fist. Evan honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the biscuits were crushed by now.

It didn’t really matter. He honestly thought Barty would forgive him for anything. As much as he was protective over his sweets, he would put Evan first over anything, and it went the other way around, too.

Barty pinned his hands to the bed, but he wrenched the one the biscuits were clenched in out of his grip and, quick as a flash, unwrapped the napkin and stuffed both in his mouth. Barty gasped, looking down at him in horror. Evan narrowed his eyes up at him and chewed slowly and carefully, taunting him by relishing the stolen biscuits.

“My biscuits! You git!” Evan swallowed, still holding Barty’s gaze.

“They’re mine now,” he deadpanned, with as much of a straight face he could muster.

At this, Barty burst into laughter and so did Evan. Soon, they were both cackling like maniacs on the covers, the biscuits long forgotten about.

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Evan didn’t know what he’d done, but he must have done something for Barty to not be talking to him. It wasn’t really like many of their normal disagreements where they wouldn’t look at each other for a day or two, but then all would be forgotten and forgiven because they could both hold grudges, but not at each other.

Never at each other.

Now, however, Barty hadn’t been talking to him for two days, since that party where they’d all been drunk (and some high) out of their minds. He didn’t really remember what had happened then, but he was sure something had. Needless to say, he was a bit worried.

After these past two days, it was clear to him that he couldn’t, nor was he ever going to, live without Barty.

After all, Evan did love him.

Today was a bit different from the last two days. In his first class, which he and Barty shared, he sat next to Pandora and not Barty, taking the hint and moving his seat reluctantly. After a while, he had the strangest feeling, like eyes on the back of his head. He turned to look behind him and his eyes met Barty’s. The next thing he knew, Barty was ducking his head quickly towards his paper.

This went on for the rest of the day, leaving Evan very confused and annoyed.

He decided it had to come to a stop at supper. He noticed Barty sneak two biscuits into a napkin for the next day like he always did. Evan felt a grin spreading across his face as he got the perfect idea.

After supper, they were in their dorm, just lounging around in their pajamas, and Reg was trying to get the Transfigurations reading done while Barty bothered him. Evan crept up behind Barty and pocketed the biscuits, not making a sound. Then he tapped Barty, smirking.

Evan stuck the biscuits into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, but Barty only caught the tail end of that action and seemed confused.

“I think you dropped something,” he said, holding up the empty napkin, and Barty, even in the midst of a grudge, was never one to not protect his precious sweets.

“You have them, you git!”

“I didn’t take them,” he said, even as a smug smile spread across his face, revealing his lie. Barty looked back at him and grinned, and Evan frowned. That was unusual. Barty stepped forward and placed one hand on Evan’s cheek and drew closer, so close that Evan had to look up to see his face. Evan could feel his friend’s breath on his face, and his heart quickened.

“Liar,” he whispered. Evan couldn’t take anymore and yanked Barty down by the front of his shirt, meeting his lips in a searing kiss. And there, in his best friend’s - boyfriend’s, now? - arms, he felt right.

Barty broke the kiss when he started laughing, and Evan smiled.

“So what if I am?”

#rosekiller #microfic #pearl writes #barty in my mind runs off of sugar and caffeine #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #this is my first rosekiller fic guys!

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iwanty0uu · 2 years ago

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Pussy Monster

Pt 2┊͙✧˖*°࿐

“Holon” he said paying no mind to Eren , until he forced the phone into his hands, Connie kissed his teeth and grabbed the phone, he held the phone down and read every last story you posted, and internally, he panicked.

His mouth went dry and the increase of his heartbeat made his chain jumps between beats, and his eyes went dry, his brown furrowed deeply.His homeboys watched his actions cautiously, and Connie knew he was being watched.

He felt their gaze watch his every move and he knew better than to get anxious about this, so he let his anger get the best of him, forgetting that you were in the other room..

“Nah man what the fuck is shorty on?” he threw Eren’s phone on the couch and kissed his teeth, “Nah cus she always doin this shit like she bad or something nobody dont give a fuck.”

Now realistically speaking, if his homeboys weren’t there, he would have called your phone and begged you for your forgiveness no matter what, it didn’t matter if you weren’t even talking about him, he would still call and remind you how much he loved you.

Constance is a certified loverboy who was in love with you, his lover, his princesa and your name engraved in the passenger seat of his car proved it, but for some odd reason, he loved to do the most.

He was all bark and no bite which is why he said what he said behind your back, but every moment of his sorry ass act would have been embarrassing to someone who saw the real, vulnerable Constance

You woke up to yelling in the living room, your headache subsided, and you felt more energy, so you threw some clothes on, and was ready to argue with him.

The creak of the door startled the men in the room, thinking they were the only ones home after hours of silence due to your nap.Connie’s eyes widened as he watched your figure lean on the door.

He looked around and his friends already knew they would hear about it in the groupchat, so they choose their battle wisely, and got the fuck up outta there.

“Safety bro” Ony said to Connie, dapping him up , all while making eye contact with you.

This nigga…

Hands crossed against your plush breasts, you raised your eyebrow waiting for what Connie would say next. He knew his ass was wrong, so would he really try to argue with someone as prideful as you?

“So the fuck was that bout Constance? You know how fuckin stupid look?” You said sarcastically, pushing up your chest. Your bare feet git the cold ground as you slowly made your way up to him, but you were met with Connie’s back as he walked away from you.

“Dont piss me off like you stay doin shit over social media” he plopped his ass on the couch and got back on the game like shit was sweet. This bitch is so annoying sometime.

A moment of silence made him uneasy, he shifted slightly in the couch, and you noticed how he was close to biting his top lip off.

“We done then.” you stated, finally getting his attention, you took his sweater off and threw it at him, revealing your plump breasts, your nipple piercing sat pretty on your left nip, and your belly ring moved as you walked.

“Y/n dont get me tight.”

Kinktober Special-

#attack on titan #black reader #black coded reader #iwanty0uu #fem reader #aot fanfiction #aot x black reader #connie x black reader #aot x y/n #aot connie #connie x black y/n #connie springer #black tumblr

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