#back on my bullshit dont worry bout me

[laurenxgerman]

CHLOE DECKER EVERY EPISODE → 2x07 my little monkey

[october-nightt]

spoiled (x black reader)

warnings: cussing, mentions of sex at the end, angst but then fluff, hatin' ass ex.

you and jack have been together for almost 6 months now, but it only took him 6 seconds to realize how high maintenance you were.

you loved designer brands and you always kept you hair and nails done so when it was time for you to walk down the red carpet with jack next to you, he knew you wanted to show off.

he was ready to announce yall's relationship and tonight was the big night.

"jack! I need help with my hair, I don't know what to choose" you whined.

jack leaned over your shoulder to look at the options you selected.

" baby you know I love you with your braids, or shit a 30 inch buss down would look good too" she smiled wide.

you frowned.

"fuck you know 'bout a 30 inch buss down?? that wasn't one of the options."

jack laughed and kissed you on your forehead.

"don't get fucked up jack" you said jokingly before booking an appointment to get the wig installed.

"you know I'm fucking with you baby, but it would look great. even tho yo natural hair is my favorite"

he said as he looked in the full body mirror sitting in the corner of the room you and jack shared.

after booking your appointment you slowly walked over to jack and put on your best begging face.

"you know what would go good with my hair?" you asked

"what?

'a new dress and nails, maybe some jewelry and shoes and new makeup!!"

jack turned to look at you.

" you was gon get that anyways mama" he responded.

you hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.

"thank you baby"

after that yall finished getting ready in silence.

once you both were ready jack took you shopping. he wasn't worried about the price, he just wanted you to be happy.

but he also secretly wanted everyone to know how fucking fine his girl was.

you starting looking for shoes first, then your dress, and make up, and jewelry.

after shopping it was time for your appointment. jack didn't stay because he had to take care of something but you knew it would take a little while for your hair to get done so you didn't mind.

that was until his ex-girlfriend walked in.

she didn't see you at first but you damn sure seen her.

jack had told you stories about his ex. about how she only cared for herself and money.

you loved nice things but you weren't money hungry.

you decided to mind your business but she finally noticed you and had to start some bs.

" oh my god Y/N. you look beautiful" she leaned in for a hug but you moved away

"aww dont be like that, what? mad because jack was with me last night?"

you didn't believe her, you knew she would lie about anything to start some drama

"bitch please, my man left yo nasty ass long ago" you rolled your eyes.

you didn't have time for this hoe and her bullshit.

but then she pulled out her phone and showed you a picture of jack sitting at her house, and sure enough the time stamp proved it was from yesterday night.

you heart dropped

"just thought you should know" that bitch.. his ex said before walking away.

after your hair was done you immediately called jack

"hey baby, I'm right around the corner ill be there soo-"

"what the fuck were you doing with your ex last night?" you cut him off.

you heard his sigh

"y/n listen I was just over there because she needed me to help move her furniture into her new house"

you let out a spiteful laugh

"oh so when she calls, you go running huh? she's not your girlfriend jackman. I don't give a damn if she needed help she should've called someone else! and the fact that you answered when she calle-..."

you took a deep breath

"I don't wanna talk to you right now, ill find a ride. don't bother picking me up."

and with that you hung up. you felt like jack had you looking dumb. your own boyfriend was with his ex and now she's bragging in your face.

you called your best friend to pick you up and take you back to her house, you didn't wanna see jack.

you get ready at her house. even though you were mad at jack, you refused to let him show up to the red carpet alone.

you took an uber which arrived at the same time as jacks.

"Y/N?" he called out to you.

"can we talk?"

you simply nodded and you both walked somewhere more private.

"look I'm so sorry y/n. you're right, she's not my girlfriend and I shouldn't have picked up her call..shit I should've blocked her the day we got together but baby I cant be without you. she's blocked now and I know that doesn't mean much but I'm begging you to forgive me baby."

you looked up at jack.

"I forgive you jackman."

jack pulled you into a kiss and smiled as his arms wrap tightly around your waist

"now lets go mama, cus you look good as hell and once this is over I'm ripping that expensive ass dress off."

authors note: this is my firs time writing so please be nice! also feel free to leave suggestions on how I can write better or request for what I should write next. I'm not on here all day but I will eventually get back to yall. I will post everyone that I write for soon thank you so much for reading!! <3

[abbystoy]

Dom!Ellie x sub!reader

Minors dni, especially men istg. JUST NO.

sexual. Just sexual.

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It was a night out. As always. You and Ellie were hanging out with her friends after a boring day of just scrolling on ur phones or watching a serie for the 5th time in a row a day.

U were enjoying urself until that one annoying dude called Owen decided to pick on u for the dress u were wearing. 'That dress's too short for you.' 'better watch out for these old creepy dudes' he said in a playful tone but Ellie on the other hand didnt buy it. Yeah he had surely made jokes for u and her being together in an 'innocent' way but today it was e.n.o.u.g.h

'You better watch your fucking mouth u dirty scum bag' Ellie spat out not caring if Owen would get offended. 'the fuck did u jus-' before he knew it Ellie grabbed him by his coat making everyone around the club back up including her friends.

''I- im s-sorr..' 'spit it out u fucker' Ellie said it but in a tone ud never hear. Oh man, she was really tired of his bullshit.

Owen managed to break free from Ellies grip which led her to give him a glare that could literally poke a hole in his eyes. 'I- i guess ill leave.. Its pretty late heh' was all he said before he sprinted out without caring if he looked pathetic.

'Are you alright babe?' Ellie said to u snapping u from ur internal shock of what had just happened. 'Oh, um yeah im fine els dont worry' ud slightly smile to her

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The drive home was really awkward. None of u had much to say after that night's drama. You were mostly happy that this happened bcs Owen wouldn't be up ur ass neither ellies but on the other side kind of shocked because ud never seen Ellie get that stern with somebody.

After u both arrived home u decided to speak up first 'thanks els, but u really didn't need to get that ma-' she caught u off by her now low voice. 'Oh yes I had to.' U slightly gulped and gave her an off smile. You both decided to take a shower but instead of that it ended up the other way around..

You were taking off your clothes while Ellie was cleaning her hands and before u could even realize she was behind u. Oh fuck. Her hips against ur ass before she gripped the flesh of it.

You yelped by the sudden grab which turned on Ellie even more.

'What was that babe?' She whispered in your ear 'els.. not right now plea-' she suddenly cut u off 'if not now then when?' U didn't answer because u were either too scared or wanted to see how it'd end. 'So now u decided not to be too noisy huh? Yeah? That's how u wanna do until I fuck u dumb with my fucking cock.'

Your eyes widened at her touch of her boney slim fingers on ur waist. She harshly turned u around to face her and to also see your pretty tits hanging around there. 'Fuck els. You're irresistible.' Was all u managed to say, she giggled 'yeah, now bend that ass over and wait for me' u quickly did what she said.

After 5 minutes from digging in the box under your shared bed she finally came. Strapped on with her 7 inch purple transparent cock. 'Cmn y/n u better get that little pussy ready fo' me'.

You instantly felt an ache in your core that was slowly growing more and more. 'Els.. please.. I wanna feel u in m-' u couldn't even finish your sentence because of ellie's aggressive thrust into you 'guess the cat got your tongue' she playfully laughed along with ur low whimpers.

5 minutes in and u were already falling apart. 'O-oh my.. ellie.. I think I am ab-bout t-t- to come..' ellie knew it before u said it because of your pussy clenching around her cillicone cock that was attached to her hips and clit. 'You don't get to cum until I say so.' Your eyes widened because you knew if you did otherwise ud get a loooong long punishment. 'E-els nghhh.. I can't.. ' 'oh yes u can my slut'

Another 5 minutes of her not telling u to come. It was pure torture 'eeeels..' ud whine and she cover ur mouth with her palm. 'Fuck.. fine whore. Be good for mommy and let that pretty little pussy of urs come all over my cock.' Her words instantly gave u a relief of that knot in ur lower stomach being released. 'A-aah baby I'm cumming..' was all u managed to say to her. After you came down from ur orgasm ellie wouldn't stop her thrusts. Instead. She'd grab ur waist and push u deeper into her. 'I-i can't take it anymore..' 'yeah? Can't take mommy's cock anymore? Well too bad. Ull learn to do so.' Ur eyes widened as u felt a sudden orgasm washing all over u. U were seeing stars and ur muffled moans under her palm were even worse. 'Shit baby. U got so fucking wet. Good fucking job.' After u came down for another orgasm u breathed heavily and said 'all thanks to u baby' with loud panting.

Ellie slowly pulled out of u and there when u felt empty. Out of nowhere she pushed back into u causing a desperate,loud moan to come out of u 'FUCK. ELLIE. AAH.' 'that's what happens when u don't pay attention my slut.' She started going in and out slowly and fast each time. Your legs were trembling and wanted to give up but ellie held them. 'O-o-oh my- aaah fuck.' As u were about to come for the 3rd time she pulled out of u. Eyes filled with tears u whined like a desperate puppy 'shshsh atta girl. Don't be an impatient whore.' Ellie kneeled infront of ur pussy 'she's so fucking wet' (she referred ur pussy as her) as she collected some juicies from ur slit and reached for ur mouth 'Suck.' U did it with no second thoughts and ellie absolutely enjoyed every moment of it 'Good girl' she praised u and suddenly ur clit felt that eagerness to be sucked. 'Els p-please touch me' was all u said and ellie dived in. U grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair and pushed her face more in. 'A-ah right there' 'shut up bun' she said muffled and pussy drunk. She toyed with your clit until u felt u another knot forming in. 'Els,I'm about t-to c-come..' Ellie suddenly stopped eating u out and pushed 3 fingers inside of u. Your grip on her hair instantly tighten only for her to groan(she loves having her hair pulled by u) 'fuck baby' she felt her core dripping from her boxers. 'Let's go to the bedroom..'

And oh fuck. This was going to be an exhausting yet satisfying night

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(WROTE THIS AT 8AM N WAS SLEEPY I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES OR IF IT WAS TOO SHORT)

[ryderdire]

Live blogging hollow mind because im scared

starting the ep now and im afraid

jumping straight into the plot i see

HOW THO flash back whispers of an attempt to invaid the empoeres mind with wild magic RAINE!!! DARIUS EBERWOLF??????

THEIR.... DOING GLYPHS

LUZ MY BELOVED WAIT OH NO RAINE KNOWS EDAS KID IS TRAPPED OOOOH ANGST

(Walkie takie scene)

SIBLINGS NO CUZ I USED TO DO THAT WITH MY SISTER IM

LUZ TAUGHT KING SPANISH ANGST IM SCARED IM TERRFIED SAME LUZ IS RIGHT THE TiTAN HATES HIM belos = Phillip

Proof that hes up to somthing

Fear

Thats such a good point

iS SHE GONNA ASK ABOUT THE GRAVESFLEID SYMBOL RAINE NO LUZ IS EDAS KID U PUT HER IN DANFER OH So THATS WHY FLAPY ISNT WITH THEM

"you wanna prove my uncle is evil and you think ID wanna help???!" HUnter honey

why do i feel like thats gonna age

luz ily

hunter honey uhhhh

HE WAS PROBALY A WITCH SACERFICE HUNTER NO WHY DOES DARIUS LOOK SO SAD BITCH WHAT DO U THINK HIS MENTOR IS GONE BECAUSE BELOS IS AN ASS

(okay m being mean hunters been in this cult his entire life hes basically been brainwashed to belive alot of shit) SO If theres a baby belos then

yep wHAT IS THAT OH DAMN WAIT ITS THE CURSE UHHH TGHATIl;K"bgfm,.bvcdkl[o

;blk'

THAT CHILD IN THE BG LOOKS JSUT LIKE HUNTER ALSO THE BIRD THAT WENT BRRR THAT WAS IM SHAKING SHIT SHIT HUNTERS BOUT TO FIND OUT IM SCARED being punished bc you provoked his innerself

HATE THAT NO HAD A THOUSAND GLOWING EYEBALLS lol darcy

oh nooooo eye ballls

dude istg

THE WALKIETALKIE HAS MCFUCKING RANGE FlAPJACK protective hunter is protective

edas gonna be so worried

i need a mintue hold on

Okay okay so

hunters def a clone or smth

i wonder if belos is like

some kinda werid ass fusion between the collector and phillip

idk how that would work but eh

hes def cursed

probs cuz of his own actions

okay back to episode

Eda is such a mom

get away

strong emptions matrailize

concerned about bby hunter (probs cableb) having his eyes scratched out HUNTERRRR LOVES HIS LITTLE BIRB AWWWWW Luz >:} baby belos

kid belos

sense of guilt

sense of innsonce

INTO THE PAINTINGS

B plot eda saves her daughter and her soon son

raine in the bg

"cool cool time to save luz" DARIUS " SHIT DAS MY SON" LOL raine knows how to sneak into edas house

Titan his old mask

i call bullshit

HES ALWAYS BEEN A PEICE OF SHIT TO HUNTER

The rest of these

Its was a lie

it was all an lie

"Its for the greater good"

hunters rlly drikin that koolaid and it hurts

a city can rise from the ashes

but a soul

hE KILLED A BITCH sacerfices

still alive

STILL HAVE SOME WORK TO WHAT THE FUcK FUUCK

WHAT

THE HELL WHAT THE HELL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

im currently like dying WHAT IS THAT THING Hunter.... Siblings

they are siblings

ofc The collector

nine bright hues

collector

wants to play Oooh

im starting to think i make these things just to destroy them

WHAT HUH GRIMWALKER EDA WOULD ADOPT U SO EFFEN FAST pallismin Child is evil didny see that coming

hunters so dead

he knows he knows he knows he knows heknowsheknowsheknows

HE KNOWS LUZS NAME IDK WHY THATS SENDING ME GET AWAY FROM THEM

Wheepy pallismin souls

UR SUCH A BITCH

hunters so scared

shout out to his va cuz

to our family

HUNTER!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NONO HUNTER NO NO FUCKING NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NI NI NIO NO NO NO NO WITCH HUNTER WITCH HUNTER WITCH HUNTER ITS PHILIP

i need a minute

LUZ DONT CRY PLEASE IM HAVING SO MANY FELINGS THERES ONLY 3 MINS LEFT

plz save hunter

plz i cant do this

okay okay okay i keep pausing i need a mintue I NEED 5000 mintues

LUZS REACTION HURTS STAY AWAY FROM HER

hes about to kill her and hes taunting her and its making me cry

she looked up to him its sending the ren

raine secert sercet sercet admirer the titan blood

save hunter please

HUNTER OML HES OKAY HES OKAY HES OKAY I LITERALLY SCRREMEED HES OKAY HES GOING TO BE SAVED he made it

im

im shaking tf

i need a few mintues

HES HAVING A PANIC ATTACK IM SCARRED I YEETED MY HEAD PHONES IM

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[askeverettgray]

[[ aww hell yee, get it bagel, im fuckin pumped up!! ]]

((Fuck yeah bro!! ))

[ssplague]

Chapter 0ne

“And so it begins”

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

Warnings: Gaslighting, manipulation, power play, light degradation

The day before the two of you left for UA; Your best friend gave her word to your mother that she would always look after you. Now that the two of you are in your third year she’s officially FED UP with your attitude and childish antics. Mentioning her dilemma to your shared group of friends results in the most unlikely person offering to be her solution to the problem that is YOU.

A/N: The girl in the banner is NOT how the reader is “supposed” to look, it was just a drawing I did specifically for this. You look however you want to, I don’t really make any specific references to your appearance in this story.

🌅

Its Saturday morning; Ive been awake for about five minutes now, but I’m not ready to open my eyes and embrace the conscious world just yet. Hearing the door of my room unlock and open does the trick though. Only one person (other than myself of course) has a key to my dorm room.

“I made breakfast for the both of us, its your favorite” announces Euphie as she walks in, kicking the door shut behind her. I sit up, just as she’s pushing my black out curtains to the side I let out a hiss of disdain as sunlight immediately begins to permeate the room.

“Thank you Euphie” I say with a yawn.

She hands me a plate before settling down on my bed, acknowledging my thanks with a nod as we both tuck in.

“We have plans this afternoon, can you be ready by at least 12:30? No need to get super made up but at least out of your pajamas?” Euphies voice is gentle, but I catch the underlying “I’m not asking, but telling you” vibe she tries to hide.

“For sure”

She smiles at my seemingly agreeable mood so early in the morning and we easily segway into our standard start of the day discussions. “Are we um…Are we going to be busy all day? I….I kinda planned on going to hangout with-“ Euphie cuts me off as she picks up our plates: “No worries you’ll have plenty of time for that, I promise!” Giving me a wink before shutting my door.

She didn’t even know who I was referring to, or what I was going to say….

At 12:55 Euphie reappears to rush me out of my room.

“Hey I forgot my purse I-“

“Don’t need it”

“But my wallet is-“

“Not necessary”

Her tone is clipped, and she has a death grip on my wrist as she quite literally drags me down the hallway. Initially I was taken aback, not being used to receiving this type of treatment from her. My bearings have started returning along with growing frustration each time one of my questions are receiving one word answers, or met with a complete dismissal. Reaching my limit I fail to notice that she’d began to slow down, and I’m wrenching my wrist free of her grip at the exact same time she’d come to a stop.

“What in the fuck is your problem?! You told me that we had plans to go out this afternoon, and you’d treat me to whatever I want!

This-“ I’m interrupted again.

“I certainly wouldn’t do anything for a fuckin’ brat throwing a tantrum like this”

My eyes snap to the side where I see the irritated scowl of one Katsuki Bakugou, as he leans against his door frame glowering at me. Embarrassment further fuels my anger as I turn toward him, pointing an acusatory finger as I begin “No one fucking asked you, stay out of it Katsu-“.

Kirishima suddenly emerges from Bakugo’s room, giving Euphie an enthusastic greeting

“Hey there! You look nice, ready to head out?”. The red head is flashing his signature shark toothed grip at my best friend as he offers her his arm. “You know it” she giggles, taking hold of his muscular bicep. The two of them start to walk off, confused and furious I start to head after them, but a large hand grips my shoulder grounding me in place.

“Bakugo told me he wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on you while Kiri and I went out this afternoon, this way you’ll stay out of trouble and get to keep the plans you’d made with him, bye!” The closing elevator doors add a sudden finalization to her brief explanation.

“Plans?” Bakugo questions while uncermoniously yanking me backwards.

I stumble back, falling through the doorway and landing flat on my ass in front of the now closed door (Which he is standing in front of). Glaring up at him as he continues: “She must have me confused with the local brothel, because thats the only place I’d imagine wearing a skirt as short as that would be deemed appropriate”. His insult doesn’t deter his crimson eyes from roaming the length of my body, lingering on the aforementioned skirt. Getting to my feet, he walks around me and move towards his desk, taking a seat behind it.

“Oh fuck you Katsuki, you can be a real dick sometimes, I dunno what stupid Euphie told you about keeping and eye on me, but I dont need a fucking baby sitter! So ill be off now” with a huff you turn towards the door. “________, I’m not in the mood for bullshit today so just sit down and shut up” he growls, not turning to look at you. He always feels embarrassingly giddy when you adress him by his first name, thats why he insisted you call him by it. That in itself should be an indication of how he seems to favor you.

It makes him almost feel a bit guilty for using a harsh tone when he’d spoken to you. Despite how he treats others, Katsuki is hardly ever outright mean to you; He’s never even given you a derogatory nickname like he has for everyone else. Today’s an off day though…He’s just not used to running on little to no sleep. That paired with his already non existent level of patience makes for a blow up. Especially when YOU were the cause of his latest bout of insomnia….turning to look at you has his thoughts beginning to wander.

Those lips of yours flapping away as you berate him…

They sure would look a helluva lot better wrapped around his-

“-Not even fucking listening to me are you?!” You snarl, starting towards the door again. “I cant believe I woke up this morning wanting to hangout with YOU, guess I’ll change my plans and hangout with someone not so shitty to me…. Like Deku!” A loud crash comes from behind you. The now enraged man had stood up so abruptly, it sent his now vacated chair careening into the wall and toppling over.

“You really just cant help yourself can you?”

His voice is so eerily quiet as he turns to face you, something unidentifiable flashes in his rapidly darkening crimson orbs. You couldn’t exactly identify it, considering it disappeared as abruptly as it had originally came.

“Course you cant, I already know that”

A menacing smile appears on his face as he takes his first step toward you, immediately triggering your natural “Fight or flight” response.

“I know what you need”

He’s only an arms length away when you start to step back.

“You dont know shit”

You somehow summon the courage to speak, but are unable to summon any false bravado to keep you from betraying how unnerved he’s got you feeling as he takes another step.

“I know that your best friend cant stand what a spoiled fuckin’ brat you’ve become, I know she’s so fed up with your shit that she’s about to write you off completely”

The defiant expression you’d worn all this time finally starts to falter.

This marks the first time Katsuki has ever seen how you look when your confidence begins to ebb away, only to be replaced with a mixture of uncertainty and fear.

His sadistic side emerges with glee as your now saddened doe eyes meet his.

“You’re constantly disregarding everyone’s opinion of you unless it aligns with your own, but you dont even know what to think of yourself now that your faced with the possibility of being alone now…do you?

You remain silent, taking yet another step back as he continues speaking.

“You need someone who isn’t afraid to correct you, but they’ll have to of earned your respect….So when you inevitably step out of line, you wont put up a fight when you get put over their knee”

Your back hits the wall.

You swallow down the panic that slowly begun to rise from your chest up into your throat as you realize there is nowhere left for you to go.

“You desperately want to be a good girl, just dont know how to be one, huh princess?”

It’s so adorable the way your bottom lip juts out, but at the first quiver it quickly gets sucked between your teeth.

“That’s why you’re acting out right now isn’t it?

I bet you drench your cute little panties every time you get a rise out of me. Always hoping that its going to be the time I yank you the fuck up and put this brat in her goddamn place, hah?”

You shamelessly lean into the large hand thats now cupping your cheek, letting out a sigh as his thumb caresses your soft skin.

“Mhmmm”

It’s horrifying how easily you just admitted your most guarded secret! The triumphant smirk he sports makes it even harder to accept.

His tone is surprisingly gentle when he starts addressing you once again;

“I can do that for you baby….Let me be the one that finally brings the princess down on her knees”.

Your eyes are practically sparkling at the feel of a sudden pressure being applied to your throat. His calloused fingers squeezing the delicate skin of your neck, effectively making it harder and harder for you to breathe. The thrill of this foreign feeling is instantly addicting.

“Tell me if thats what you want: If its not then shake your head and we never speak of this again”

Bakugo has to at least give the illusion that you have a choice in the matter. Even though its more than obvious that you need want this just as much as he does.

“I want it, I want you” your words come out in a breathy whisper as he releases his hold on your throat.

“I wanna hear you say it princess, what do you want me to do with you”

“I want…no I NEED you to….t-to make me into your good girl please…”

He gestures for you to continue, his raised brow implying you must be forgetting something.

“Please make me into your good girl….Daddy”

The pleading expression and twinge of desperation in your voice stirs something deep inside Bakugo. It was something akin to the last vestiges of some ancient seal had disappeared: The monster that it had rendered dormant had finally roused from its slumber, intent on wreaking havoc.

“You do understand that you’re mine now right ________? Every part of your being belongs solely to me”

Gorgeous ruby eyes scrutinize your face carefully, searching for a single trace of fear, uncertainty, or possible apprehension. All they found was admiration and girlish excitement, and this earned you a genuine smile from the almost always scowling young man.

“Yes, every part of me belongs to you now Katsuki”

“Better get used to this then”

Before you could inquire what he was referring to, he was kissing you.

❤️‍🔥

A/N: So concludes chapter one

Oh god I hope this is well received.

Should I get a tag list together? Is it too soon? If anyone would be interested leave a comment. SMUT in the next chapter, we’re moving faster here because let’s be honest; Smut is what all of us want! 💦

[kangaroo-sniper-imagine]

Sniper Hunting date

It was almost cute how thorough Mick was preparing for this trip. He painstakingly went through every bit of equipment, every bullet, every knife, fully stocked the first aid kit, food to last for days even though you’ll only be gone for the weekend… you know the sniper well enough to know that if he was going by himself, all he would probably bring would be a buck knife and a bottle of whiskey. But he’s not going alone this time.

This time, he’s bringing you.

You and Mick have been getting closer and closer as of late, your relationship reaching new depths and he, wanting to open up about himself, decided to share his favorite pastime with you. Although, it seems he underestimated how protective he is of you. Hence the over prepping.

You half think that you should be nervous. You’ve heard plenty of horror stories of hunting trips gone awry (mostly from your boyfriend), but with the way Mick seemed to be preparing for every inevitability, it was hard to feel scared for the upcoming trip.

Once on the road (and settling on a radio station) to the nearest hunting grounds, Mick looks at you with apprehension.

“You sure ‘bout this, darl?” At your questioning gaze, he elaborated. “I mean about huntin’. We’re gonna be killin’ things”

“We kill people for a living, Mick, at least the deer won’t put up as much of a fight.” You playfully shot back, bumping your shoulder into his.

The sniper breathed a laugh as well. “Just makin’ sure. And huntin’s different from our job. Two days in the woods with nothing to do but watch for things to kill…” you’re sure he’s trying to convince you that it was boring, but you just roll your eyes.

“Oh my, whatever shall we do to pass the time while we’re all alone,” you laid your head on his shoulder, “with nothing to do,” wrapped an arm around the front of his stomach, “with no one for miles around.” you trail off, trying to peer up at him seductively.

The Aussie just scoffed. “Just said we’ll be watching for things ta kill, didn’t I?”

You groan and throw yourself back to your side of the carriage. Figures the only thing Mick takes as seriously as his job is hunting.

—-

You were barely set up for more than two hours when Mick clocked an unsuspecting buck about 100 yards aways with his scope and motioned you to come closer.

“Okay, this one you’ll get.”

“What?” You whispered harshly, snapping your face to your boyfriend. “I’ve never done this kind of thing before, and you want me to get the first kill?”

Mick shuffled you around the gun and positioned you into the right stance. “You’re nervous, right?” You nod, letting your head be pushed in front of the scope. “Fastest way to get over nerves is to just do it. You don’t even gotta hit ‘im, just gotta shoot.”

Your stomach turns are the visual of the buck clears up in the tiny circle of the scope. You’ve killed plenty of people, but that was up close and personal, with other gunfire covering your own. Now, you were in a dead quiet forest with a weapon you weren’t 100% comfortable with, about to try and kill something known for being extremely elusive.

“Izz’alright.” Mick assured, removing his hands from your own, leaving you in charge now. “Just shoot.”

You did.

You saw the buck take the blow in the shoulder and you back away from the gun quickly. Mock immediately took your place, instantly tracking the wounded animal via the scope.

“I hit it,” you tell him, adrenaline thrumming in your veins.

“Nice job, Sheila, just lemme finish ‘im off.”

Another shot rings from the gun and Mick leans back looking satisfied with himself.

The tracking of the buck seemed disproportionate to how quick it was to kill it. Took less than two minutes to shoot it dead, takes an hour to find it. Bullshit.

The two of you stand over the animal carcass, knife in Mick’s hand, looking s\at the seeping wounds in the buck’s shoulder and head. You feel a little disappointed in yourself, not making a killing shot. The professional sniper watched your expression as he kneels down to the creature.

Using the point of the knife, he gestured to the bullet wound you made. “Thing woulda bled out in twenty, thirty minutes from that.” peering into your eyes, he gives you a proud look. “It was a good shot.”

You’re suddenly flustered. You always were when Mick made direct eye contact with you. You shrug, hoping to cover your darkening cheeks with your shoulder for a brief moment. “Team effort, I guess.” you mumble.

If the time finding the damn this seemed ridiculous compared to the time finding it, then gutting and skinning it was FUCKING ridiulous. And dragging it back made it worse.

The plan, as Mick explained it as the two of you yanked the deer carcass, was to bring the buck to the van, go to some special butcher in the nearby town, then go back to the woods to park it and camp out until tomorrow when the meat would be ready to pick up and then the base would have some fresh meat for the next few days.

When the two of you finally make it to the car, strapping the buck to the roof, sitting in the cabin, Mick looks at you, tired and haggard, and speaks. “Had any fun with that, Darl?” he looks amused and concerned, probably worried you’re having a rotten time with him.

You were sore, kinda itch, hot and overexerted; but all you could focus on was how in his element Mick looked, stalking and waiting for his prey. Due to his extreme professionalism, he seldom lets you into his sniper’s nest during a match, and when you’re in there he’s focused on you and not what’s going on down below. You don’t ever get to see him do what he does best, and now you have. You have a weird sense that you know him much better now. You're not entirely sure how exactly, but the bond between you feels stronger; unspoken and deeper.

You smile tiredly at him. “I had fun.”

---

“Let’s go fishing next time, though.”

“Hmm, didn’t know you liked fishing, Darl.”

“It’s less moving than hunting, babe.”

-I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HINTING I HAD TO ASK MY BROTHER SORRY FOR THE WRONG THINGS-

[collectionofcherries]

Hi! I saw that you had Daryl on that list of yours! Have you by any chance heard of BakedCrispss??? Maybe you could do an imagine or headcanons based on her like little quotes?? I think it could be so funny!!! Maybe you could slot this in that window in alexandria of golden time??? Like when everything is calm before shit hits the fan and carl runs away and they meet Negan if you know what I mean??? I havent gone to the season Negan is in because I dont wanna *see you know what*

I do know @bakedcrispss, I follow them on my own blog, they are absolutely hilarious and I sincerely recommend anyone who hasn't checked them out but is into The Walking Dead check em out. Absolutely hysterical. There's so many funny quotes to choose from but I decided to choose this one. I'm not entirely sure how to source things but here is a link to their blog and of course this quote comes from them.

daryl: [ hands y/n a water bottle ]

y/n, drinking: thanks, but what's it for?

daryl: i heard from tara that you get thirsty around me.

y/n: [ chokes on the water ] 

And yeah I know what time you’re talking about and I get not wanting to see *you know what* It’s very sad but I do suggest you try and go past it, the series continues to be good. But if that’s where you decide to end it, hopefully I can help pad out that little golden time with an imagine. ---

Pronouns: Female!Reader, no mention of gender specific anatomical body parts. Warnings: Fluff, incredibly light angst? More like longing maybe? Nothing sad though. My attempt to write the way Daryl speaks is a warning in and of itself. Word Count: 2,473 ---

   Man, these beet root cookies were good, damn Carol knew how to bake and they were even pink and cute. Baking had never been your strong suit even before the world started eating itself. “You got more than one?” Was whined.    You looked over and smiled at Tara. “Perks of being one of the originals, extra cookies.” You teasingly sang, sticking the tip of your tongue out in glee of your cookie horde.    “I'll trade you some oatmeal mix that Denise made?” She pitches and you wrinkle up your nose as your answer and she sighs as she plops down beside you. “I know.” She agrees with your wrinkled face.    “Tobin is drowning in these, he's the guy you should try and corner. Dude's getting nothing besides cookies and kisses.” You remark.    “The dream.” She sighs.    “You've got oatmeal and...” You struggle to think of a word, you can practically feel your brain strain. “Optimism.” You settle offering a smile, she barks out a small laugh and looks at you with a raised brow. “You come up with something that starts with O.” You insist. “Also you are optimistic, you came over here hoping to trade oatmeal for a full fledged cookie.” You pointed out.    “I was hoping the love you have for me would get me a cookie.” She said looking at you with big eyes and you squint at her with yours. “You know silence hurts.” She teases making you giggle a little and shake your head. “Guess I'm not your type though.” She dramatically sighs.    “I don't even know my type, Tara.” You scoff.    It was her turn to squint at you. “I think everyone knows your type.”    “Enlighten me, maybe you'll get a cookie for it.”    “Brown hair, blue eyes, kinda brooding, incredibly greasy, handles a crossbow--don't--do not give me that confused look.” She insisted at the end. “Daryl.” She said exasperated.    “Yeah, you don't get a cookie.” You brushed off trying to hide your face.    “I most certainly do get a cookie, anyone here could get a cookie by answering that question.”    “We're friends and Daryl doesn't like me like that.”    “One, the question wasn't who likes you back it was who you like and commonly drool over and two, yes he does.” She scoffed at the end.    “I don't drool!” You gasped hitting her shoulder.    “Right, no drool cause you're too thirsty.” She teases back shoving her shoulder to yours.    You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I am thirsty, why don't you go get me a bottle of water to trade for a cookie?” You pitch trying to get off this subject and actually get some water, these cookies were great but a little dry.    “Fine.” She says getting up.    “No Dasani, get me the good stuff if you want an entire cookie.” You remind as she walks away.    She waves you off as she keeps walking and you continue to munch on your tiny dragons hoard of cookies, an entire three of them, Carol was quiet these days but this amount of cookies? Definitely a sign of love. Daryl brought you stuff too, since the beginning he's always brought you stuff...you sigh as you think about him, about all the time you've spent together over what are years now, how much you've been through together, how much you've both changed for the better...could your relationship ever change? So much in your lives had changed and just the thought made your nerves seize with a horrific mixture of excitement and fear. Excitement because who doesn't wanna be with the person they love? At the idea of going to bed together and waking up to them and than the horrifying fear that the wrong words could cause him to pull away from you, that would be the worst, you didn't even wanna think about that, no, no, no-- “You gonna take it or not?”    You almost jumped out of your skin as you came back from your thoughts to face the man they'd been about. “What?” Was all you managed.    “The water.” He said squinting at you in confusion as he once again shook it this time closer to your face.    “Oh, thanks, but what's it for?” You asked as you took it and took a sip.    “I heard from Tara you get thirsty 'round me.” You immediately choked out the water you were drinking. Fuck. Fuck. HE HEARD WHAT FROM

TARA?! “Whoa, whoa you alrigh'?!” He asked patting your back until your coughing stopped and you nodded in his direction. “You forget how'ta drink?” He teasingly scoffed.    “You leave me breathless.” You tease back as you try to get rid of the stinging in your throat with another sip of water.    “Stop.” He says as he sits down beside you and elbows you.    It's the exact same action Tara had done not five minutes ago but it makes you warm when he does it, it fills your heart and rouses a giggle from you. “Cookie?” You offer breaking it in half and offering it out to him.    “Thanks.” He says taking it from your hand and taking a bite.    “How many did you get? I got three, so far it seems to be a record and I appear to be the favourite.” You tease.    “I had four.”    “Fuck.”    He chuckles a little. “This's the first one I've had.” He lets you know.    “What're you throwing them away?”    “Carl asked for 'em, somethin' 'bout a date or somethin' with Enid.” He shrugged.    “Awe, Daryl that's cute.” You coo.    “Stop” He scoffs but you see the smile playing at the corner of his lips.    “Playing match-maker is giving a new meaning to those wings on your back, Cupid.” You can't help yourself. He rolls his eyes and looks at you annoyed but his corners give him away, you know you've got the wiggle room to keep bugging him. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret day job.” Once again the tip of your tongue finds it's way out between your teeth in glee of your own teasing.    If only you knew how far that smile got you, how that stupid cheeky smile of yours allowed you to tease him like no other. “So...why're you thirsty 'round me?”    You have to try with everything in your power not to cough up your cookie. “Oh-I-uh-I-I was trading a cookie for water with Tara, these are great but a little dry, I didn't know she was gonna get you to bring it over.” You stumble out. Sure, that's convincing enough, as long as you don't look at Daryl you can't know that he doesn't buy a single word out of your mouth. Solid plan. “I actually think this means she forfeits her cookie since you brought it and not her.” You point out trying to get off the subject. “You know she tried to trade that oatmeal mix Denise makes for one of these?” Even your laugh is a little tight.    He knows something's up, you're a decent liar so what was that? That was horrible, he'd never seen you lie so bad. “You think I bought one ounce of that bullshit?” He asked his face partially scrunching up in skepticism.    “Yeah I couldn't believe Tara thought I'd trade one of these for that oatmeal either. Real bullshit.” You avoid.    It clearly doesn't work as the skepticism on his face doesn't change until he grumbles out something with a shrug and takes another bite of the half of cookie you've given him. “Denise's oatmeal mix ain't that bad, looks like dog shit but it ain't half bad.” He points out.    “It's not bad but is it worth a cookie?” You point right back.    “Nah.” He agrees. “Why'd she wanna trade anyway? She not get one?”    “Tara got one, she's just jealous Carol loves me more and gave me three.” You say a little pridefully.    He chuckles a little and shakes his head at your delight, if that's one thing he's always liked it's how happy the little things have always made you. Whether it's him bringing you back a pen that happened to be your favourite colour or Carol giving you a cookie more than everyone else it always made you smile and over the years some days it felt like the only good in the world came from that smile. Not that he'd ever breathe a word about that. No, he'd make an ass outta himself trying to phrase that. “You gonna give it to her?”    The only thing you were planning on giving Tara was a deck over the head for telling Daryl 'you get thirsty around him.' “Maybe.” You settle on.    Things are quiet for a moment as you sit on the steps of your home, taking in the community that's around you, Daryl still feels out of place but having friends around helps him settle in enough to enjoy something as simple as this. “You gonna tell me

what she meant or am I gonna hav'ta out trade you with cookies?” He prods looking over at you.    Fuck. “That's cheating. That's abuse of power--no, no worse that is abuse of cookies.” You rush out shaking your head.    An amused breath makes it way out of him. “So you gonna or what?”    “How would Carol react if she knew you were using her cookies for evil?” You gasp.    “Probably laugh.”    Damn him, you know he's right, she'd probably arm him with more cookies. “It's just a dumb pun. You and me work up a sweat when we go out hunting together that's all she meant. Just a stupid pun, you know her jokes aren't that great.” You bluff.    That sounds like it makes sense but Daryl just doesn't buy the way you're selling this. “Why didn'tcha just say that?” He asks confused. What the Hell was going on with this 'thirsty' shit?    “I just realized it, it's such a bad joke it took me a minute.” Could you worm your way out of this? Maybe, there was a small light at the end of this tunnel that let you get through this without telling Daryl you were thirsting for him like a dehydrated fish. “I'm gonna go give her the cookie before she tries another terrible joke to get it.” The lights getting closer as you get up and he nods a little. “See you tomorrow? See if you can teach me to ride your bike?”    You don't want to give Daryl the idea you're running from him you just need to run away from this situation and it seems to work as he looks up at you and smiles a little. “I just got done tunin' it up and you wanna go and wreck it?” He teases.    “Words hurt Daryl, I only fell off once.” You gasp putting your hand over your heart.    “Yeah, sure, tell that to the dents I hammered out.” He scoffs.    “See you tomorrow.” You brush off as you turn around.    He grumbles under his breath but it's all lighthearted and you know it as you give a wave in his direction. He watches you leave and gives a small shake of his head, at least his bike is tuned up to run as good as it can so you're less likely to wipe out again. He finishes off the last bit of cookie before brushing off the crumbs on his pants. “Hey, Daryl.”    He looks over and gives a nod at Glenn who's also got a bottle of water and it gets him thinking again. “Hey, Glenn lemme ask you somethin'.”    “Yeah, sure man, what's up?” He asks as he takes a sip of water.    “Do I make you thirsty?”    Glenn coughs up his water the same way you had. “What?!” It's partial shock but mostly laughter.    “Ne'er mind.” Daryl grumbles as he gets up. He doesn't need to feel stupid for not getting this 'thirsty' bullshit.    “Wait, wait, wait.” Glenn says getting ahold of himself and reaching out to him. “Where'd you hear that phrase? I-I just need to be clued in.” He asks trying to keep his giggles in at Daryl using the word 'thirsty'. But God, that was funny.    “Tara said to get Y/N some water cause she gets thirsty 'round me, Y/N said it was just a bad joke, sure as Hell sounds like one.” Daryl explains bringing his thumb nail up to his mouth to chew on, something about this subject was starting to make him nervous.    “Ooooh.” Glenn nods as it all slides into place and again he has to desperately try not to laugh but a small chuckle makes it way out of him. “Man, Tara is dead.” He scoffs under his breath.    “Just tell me what the Hell is means.” Daryl says letting his hand drop from his mouth.    “It's uh-it's slang.” Glenn tries to explain keeping his giggle fit at bay the best he can with a deep breath. “It's when you find someone so hot they make you 'thirsty' like uh I'm thirsty for Maggie.” He explains as plainly as he can.    The annoyance is clear on Daryl's face, that slang is fuckin' stupid as far as he's concerned. “Wait.” He says as it dawns on him.    “Yeah.” Glenn confirms what Daryl's catching on too.    “Nah, that don't make sense.” Daryl denies.    “It makes sense dude.” Glenn scoffs. “You two could die of thirst beside the ocean.” He teases.    “Shut up.” Daryl barks.    Glenn knows Daryl's bark is worse than his bite when it comes to friends, the most danger he's in is

being shoved. “You asked to know.” He points out.    “That ain't how it is.” Daryl brushes off shaking his head.    “Yeah, sure. I'm gonna go quench my thirst and go see my wife.” Glenn nods with a wave as he starts to walk away. “I suggest you also quench your thirst.” He adds with a little too much glee for Daryl right now.    If he had a water bottle right now he'd quench Glenn's thirst by pegging him with it. Quench his thirst--quench his thirst?! Dumb ass, no good, fucking bullshit. That's all that was. Didn't make any Goddamn sense, he refused to have it make sense. No, no, no, no, no way in Hell. He went for a walk to clear his head of this junk but no matter how much he walked his head just kept going back to it...there was just no way you had feelings like that for him...right? His pacing was stopped by a loud. “Ow!”    He looked over to see you and Tara who was rubbing her head. “Your girlfriend is a doctor, you'll be fine.” You scoffed before walking off.    “Y/N wait up! Don't be mad please, come on.” Tara said chasing after you    'Man, Tara is dead.' Rang through his head...could it be true? ---

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high. suna x reader

and to my message you reply

hi. is this another suna fic based around “why’d you only call me when you’re high”? yeah...whateva

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

warnings: angst, toxic relationship, drug use, nsfw if you squint your eyes and do a little dance, vomit (suna got sick:(), fluff

genre: angst, fluff

wordcount: 2104

a/n: is it fanon? yeah. a little ooc? yeah. sorry :(

fic below da line :)

        a late night always holds many possibilities. a party, a date, at the least a break from the status-quo. yet somehow you always manage to find yourself at the exact same spot every time.

        suna’s front porch had changed several time since you first started rendezvousing with him. he had a habit of buying large plants, but forgetting to take care of them.

“the only thing he spends more money on than weed is houseplants,” you chuckle. he was still calling you, though he had failed to open the door after five minutes of knocking. you retrieved a key from the underneath of a dying hydrangea plant and let yourself in.

        not all of his late night calls were for personal pleasure. there’s been many times where he needed a place to hide from an angry dealer, or an extra $20 from his doting partner. more often than not, he needed someone to ease him off of a bad high. suna has bought laced all too many times, and couldn’t turn to any other responsible figure but you. “you’re really good at it,” he would tell you when you inquired about him calling someone else for once.

        his messages were a frenzy of “i need help”, “please come over”, and a million other vies for your company. it had been like this for about seven months: he phones you, you get pissed, and yet you still show up to his doorstep. admittedly, your meetings were generally for sex. you weren’t ashamed of it; but he was. 

you told yourself you wouldn’t ever stand for a shitty relationship. yet here you were: a glorified booty call for an emotionally distant man. he only kept you around by taking you on the occasional date. buying you a gifts when he thought you needed one. empty promises of “we’ll put a label on it soon, they’ll know soon.” you knew it was a lie, he did too. but what if one day it wasn’t? what if one of these days he really did mean it? you could get intoxicated off of that feeling, fulfilling his every request for a bit of attention. there was nothing you wouldn’t do to hear “i love you” cascade from that boy’s lips.

        pushing into his house, you see him in a crouching position in front of his couch and, god, was he shivering?

        “rin? what the hell happened?” you said to him. you didn’t yell for fear of breaking the odd calmness he seemed to be in. his reaction to your worried questioning was delayed. his usual cat-eyed stare was almost comically large. 

        “went t’ a party. took ‘sum. don’t feel good,” he managed to slur out. you threw a large knit blanket over his shoulders and sat next to him. “what did you take?”

“a tab.” 

“of what?”

“i don’t know.”

        great. you knew the rest of the people at the party were probably just as high and would be of no help. 

        not knowing what else to do, you moved him to sit on the couch and grabbed a glass of water. it’s not the first time this has happened, and still he never remembers in the morning. every time he’d wake up and find himself in your arms, he’d blame it on the high and take a shower. suna never asked about the money you spent on ibuprofen to make him feel better, or the hours you’d spent soothing his paranoid psyche, or hell, the shower you’d already given him because he’d made a mess of himself. he never knew about the frantic research you did trying to find out how to detoxify whatever drug he managed to find himself on that night. that’s not what matters right now, though. not to him at least.

        “how long ago did you take it?” you asked him. he was sat with his chin resting on his knees, hesitantly taking small sips of water.

“an hour ‘fore i left the party, bout two.”

        was there ever a time he checked on you? did he stay up late wondering if you were safe? he did seem to care some about you... anything physical, he bought for you. he always left you feeling satisfied. was it okay to want more? is that what you deserve? of course it is. you should be with someone who treats you with sincerity. someone who shows your beautiful face off to their friends. someone who when they talk to you, they aren’t-

        you checked your phone. three: twenty-seven. there’s no point in trying to regurgitate it now. his hands were shaky, and lost grip of the plastic cup containing probably his only source of hydration within the last twelve hours.

the loud crash of his cup on the hardwood helped direct you to the true nature of the relationship you found yourself in. the silence of the home as you went to refill his water didn't help either.

        the sudden rush of water falling from the cup onto your hand caused you to jerk you arm back and shut the faucet off. turning around, you’re met with a looming body and a hazy gaze.

        “you’re taking too long,” he commented.

        you set the cup down and looked up at him. you had a right to know what he was thinking, even if it wasn’t clear at the moment.

        “rin…” you whispered. he bore down at you and his eyes sharpened ever so slightly. he must be a bit more cognizant of his surroundings, even better for your question.

            “why do you only call me when you’re high?’

        in your head, it was beautifully executed. the moonlight coming in from the sliding glass door, your enunciation, his careful gaze. christ, it could be straight from a movie.

        suna was a very bad actor. your performance was rewarded with a pile of vomit at your feet and a half passed out man leaning on your shoulder. you guided him back to the couch and laid him on his side, then cleaning up the kitchen. 

       coming back, you find him awake again, lousily sitting on the couch. he at least had washed his face and changed his clothes.

        “i’m cold. come hold me,” he demanded

        you really couldn’t help the smirk on your face. he was so needy when he was like this. obediently, you sat facing suna, and he launched himself on top of you. maybe this is why you stay. it was satisfying feeling needed by a man who wanted for very little. you stroked his dark hair and lightly kissed the shell of his ear. “do you feel any better, sweetheart?” you only call him names when he won’t remember them. sober suna would roll his eyes and ask you to not call him that.

        “you make me feel better.” honesty wasn’t ever a symptom of his current state but hey, you’ll take it.

         in fact, you’ll take full advantage of it. “rin, you’re not going to remember this in the morning, are you?” you knew what the answer was

“...i will.”

        your eyebrows knit together and you pull his face to meet yours. his arms snake their way around your neck, his weight forcing you to lay down. suna shoved his face into the crook of your neck. he breathed out lightly, refusing to meet your eyes.

        “y/n...why are you so good to me?” is he aware of what he’s saying? does this mean he’s remembered every other time and refused to acknowledge it? questioning his integrity might just ruin it, so you only massaged his scalp.

“because i want to rin. you make me happy, and i want to.” a half lie; would he care?

“but you could be happier without me. i dont get it.” 

        “i love you too, ya’ know.” it was a concerningly matter of fact statement, especially from him. “i wish i could show you. you're just so pretty, and smart, and just so... so good. you’re pretty scary, you know that? how am i supposed to be vulnerable with someone like you?" 

         if the ever observant middle blocker couldn’t figure it out, how the hell would you? there’s only so many things you can fully understand.

“because i love you, rintarou.”

you probably shouldn’t have said that, and you knew it. never once had either of you brought up that word. it could easily be the rock to shatter the glass house.

        his soliloquy is almost laughable, it’s only what he knows what you want to hear.

“are you still high?”

“not really. my stomach hurts though. and i’m kinda hungry.”

        he didn’t get up. instead, he asked you to roll over so that you were both lying on your side. 

        you had no idea if he was being truthful. he isn’t exactly one to say i love you so freely. but he knows you are close to leaving. a slightly calloused thumb strokes your cheek and lifts your chin,

“i meant it.”

“no, rin. you didn’t.”

        a look of genuine hurt colored his otherwise bored face. did he really mean it?

        “were you telling the truth?” he asks.

        were you? there wasn’t exactly another explanation for your actions.

        “i think so, yeah.”

        “then so was i.” you thought it was bull, opting to shut him up before he could give you anymore false hope. before you could kiss his face, he beat you to it.

“that’s bullshit, rin.”

        it was tentative, hesitant. he knew you weren’t really convinced. if there was a god, he prayed that they would make his testament of truth pass from his lips to yours. if there was one thing he knew he couldn’t live without, it was you. he would not be able to tie his own shoes if you weren’t there to teach him. but how were you supposed to know that. he fucked up big time, why was he just now realizing it?

“after our first date, i told the whole team i was gonna marry you.”

“the coach too.”

        suna rintarou telling the entirety of ejp about his love life is laughable. you wanted to believe it, really, you did.

        “that doesn’t line up with everything else that’s been going on.”

        “y/n i-i know. i’m sorry. i’ll change.” his pleading was pathetic, to be honest. he’s made those same promises before.

        he was desperate at this point. suna knew he was in the wrong. there had to be a way to save this; he didn’t like seeing you sad, seeing you leave.

        he pulled his phone out, pressing a few buttons here and there. “look!” he said, shoving a new instagram post in your face. it was the only picture he had of the both of you together. he had let you take it. it was a timed photo, facing the two of you in his reading chair. you sat sideways in sunas lap, and your arms were tightly wrung around his neck. he was looking down at you, and you were pretty sure (you hope) he was smiling a little. the caption of his post was simply a heart.

“that’s just a social media post.”

        there was that word again. he looked like he was about to cry and there was emotion in his voice, could he really be lying? 

“baby please. i’m serious. i’ll do anything."

the usual flat tone of his monotone voice began to have some melody to it. against his own will, it was shaky, trying to find the best words to sing.

"i’ll take you out every day, a-and i’ll get you front seat tickets to my game. anything, love, please just don’t leave me.”

        there’s something sweet in a statement that you don’t know the validity of. you can dance around it, pretend it’s true, pretend it’s false. sometimes, you can choose for yourself what tune to dance to. that’s what you’re doing now.

        suna’s large hand was petting your cheekbone, and one of his legs was thrown around your body, imprisoning yourself to his ambiguity. how would you win his approval if you disregarded his one showing of vulnerability?

        “i would never leave you rin. now get the fuck up so we can go to your bed and sleep.”

        his sheets were a pleasant greeting compared to his scratchy couch. he laid flat on his back, pulling you so that half of your body was on his. he slowly leaned toward you, kissing you forehead, nose, cheek, and just about anywhere else he could on your face, finishing with your lips.

        you could definitely tell he was lying about how deep his true lack of sobriety was when he threw you over his shoulder, his bad posture refusing to adjust for the added weight.

 he always knew you cared too deeply about him, but getting see what you did for him when he wasn't supposed to know. it did things to him. his bedroom door was already open, and he jokingly tossed you onto the bed. not enough to hurt you, but enough to convey his desire for a bit more normality. because that's what other couples did, right? he was trying.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

        it was almost instinctual, the way you smiled and chastely pecked his lips. laying your head back down on his chest, you sighed airily.

“i love you too, rintarou.”

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

To get back what you’ve lost, even if its by force/Lets bring hell to their damn doorstep boys.

a little dark side au story not directly being a sequel to my other angst story for this au~

This is Roceit with some hints at previous Demus and Princexiety and some soft hints at platonic Loceit, and it also includes a few of my own headcanoned dark sides( that im going to try to make more content for!)

Things had been...ok for the light sides once Deciet got full settled into his new role. ‘ Self preservation’ Logan had referred to him with a calm understanding and a welcoming title. And though some things hurt for Deceit to leave behind, he began to embrace this new style of living slowly but surely with the others, especially one certain musical prince whose smile made him admittedly swoon. 

Yes Deceit would admit to himself that Roman Sanders had captured his affections, though sometimes he almost couldnt let himself believe it. Just as he almost couldnt believe the new golden and purple room he woke up in each day or the new clothes Patton and Roman had excitedly provided him.

“ It’ll look great on you Dee! I designed them myself!”

“ Its definitely a very stylin new look kiddo! And besides, you deserve some welcoming presents!” He had offered a small smile and taken the clothes with a nod, slipping back into his new room to continue settling it and redecorating it to his preference. 

Though during the next video he hesitantly appeared, relaxing when he was greeted warmly by everyone. Roman had excitedly showed off his new updated outfit and Deceit took a deep breath.

“ I well...I also had a small idea to ‘change things up’ but, you guys wouldnt like it...” His tongue flickered out briefly.

“ Aw cmon Dee dont say that! You know no matter what it is we’ll like it!”

“ But, if it makes you more comfortable, we will not push you to share.” He looked at Thomas who smiled encouragingly and let down another wall, revealing the outfit he’d put together to officially start his new life here. 

After that they had gotten closer, much closer as time went on. Deceit could almost, almost forget what and who he had left in the shadowy halls he once called home. But not completely, never completely...

He jumped when Roman placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him look up into loving crimson eyes. The taller side leaned down and kisses his scaled cheek as he invited Deceit to join him and the others into the living room for a movie marathon, and as their hands interlocked he couldnt have been happier...

“ aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!” 

Elsewhere there was a thud and a clatter as a glass shattered against the dark wall. The one whose head it broke mere inches from didnt flinch, even as one of the shards left a bloody cut in his cheek, bright pink eyes bored. 

“ Virgil if you keep breaking silverware we wont have any left.” He spoke in a  annoyed, uncaring voice as he wiped the blood from his skin. Virgil snarled at him in response, his eyes glowing purple and green and glowing strings tightly scattered all over the room like an intricate spiderweb. They all pulsed with a livid light, and illuminated the living room in a eerie purple cast. The others in the room had decidedly kept quiet for the time being, none of them willing to approach their furious leader having a meltdown. Though one scoffed and rolled his bright orange eyes sneering.

“ Could you throw any worse of a fucking tantrum Virgy?” Angry eyes narrowed in on him so fast with a disturbing head snap that he stiffened, feeling more strings lace around him.

“ What. did. you. say. Wrath.” The words were low and hissed, balancing into demonic sounding and he smartly shut up, backing down with a muttered “ Nothing Anxiety....Nothing at all....” Virgil growled and went back to his seethed pacing, his hood making it so only his glowing eyes were visible above his mouth. Neither Wrath nor Arrogance dared move closer, watching him pace in the middle of his web. Remus was nowhere in sight, having locked himself in his room for the past few weeks now to brood. Arrogance sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose irritated. Remus and him had been moody and snappish ever since Deceit had chosen the light sides, chosen Roman and the others over them weeks ago. And Arrogance, Aaron for short, was getting rather pissy himself about needing to walking on fucking eggshells every time he left his room. Wrath was getting angry too, no surprise there, but this was utter bullshit to him. And to Wrath, there was a simple solution. 

At least he considered it simple as his gaze drifted to the dolls tangled in the air in strings. His eyes snagged on the light blue coded Patton doll before he looked towards the other ones, like Logan’s and Roman’s trapped toys. Now however there was another in the center of his lines, a peculiar doll with a carefully, intricately designed scaled side of his face and a small velvet cape wrapped in purple. 

Finally he couldnt take it anymore and stood up from his seat, ignoring the way he himself began to get tangled. 

“ Oh for fucks sake Virgil youre getting on my nerves with this! If youre so pissy that he’s over there then just fucking bring him back already and quit your damn hissy fit!” There was silence as the two stared each other down.

“ Just...take him back huh?” 

All eyes turned towards the doorway where Remus stood, twitchy and eyes glowing. Admittedly it made Jacob nervous, Remus sounded calm and collected...something that didnt bode well with his twitching demeanor and intense stare. 

“ Can we just do that...bring Dee back home?” Virgil looked down and began pacing again, though his posture was no longer hunched and aggressive. Instead now it was straight backed and more composed. He let out a hum and they all watched him quietly as he went around, his hand reaching out and grasping the Roman doll and holding it in his grip, in an almost caring and tender way. Memories fluttered across his mind and disappeared once more, filled with visions of the new couple’s happiness...

Take him back...

“ Yes...why didnt I think of that sooner? Oh Wrath...no, Des youre brilliant when youre not mindlessly aggravated...” A twisted smile curled upon Anxiety’s lips as he gazed at the doll then looked at Deceit’s, reaching his other hand out to graze his fingers along the yellow coded doll’s cheek. 

“ I know exactly what will tempt them onward...and then I will bring him back...no, we’ll bring him back.” He looked over his shoulder at Remus, locking eyes with him as a wide crazed grin grew on Remus’s face, his pupils seeming to dilate dangerously. “ Wont we Remus?” 

“ Oh fuck yes I cant wait!!!” He tightened his grip on the doll in his hand and looked down at it with a betrayed, angry sneer.

“ Lets bring some chaos and hell to their little doors shall we boys?” 

Deceit shuddered as he got a sudden chill, making him glance around his room as he sat up. Something felt wrong to him, something he couldnt place. But nothing was wrong. The dark sides had been quiet for a few weeks now, and Thomas had only had small controlled bouts of anxiety that was easy to soothe and he had been happy and even a little more carefree than normal. Things were fine between himself and the other sides, great even when it came to his relationship with Roman. Roman...

Deceit couldn’t help the soft, dopey smile that crossed his face at the thought of the creative side. He had been nothing but kinda and affectionate since they began dating, and every day he saw him was another day Deceit felt he was on cloud 9. But he shook his head and refocused on the problem at hand, pulling on his beanie and jacket as he stepped out of his room. Nothing seemed off or even out of place. 

“ Maybe...I’m just imaging things...” He shook his head again and pulled his jacket closer to him to warm up. He decided to head for the living room, that maybe being around the others would get rid of this feeling. So he made his way, furrowing his brows at how...dim the lights seemed now. Had he been in his room longer than he thought? ‘ No...no I couldnt have been...Patton would have called me down for dinner and he hasnt yet...’ His pace quickened as he spotted the stairs and the light glowing from the bottom of them. Deceit’s body relaxed a little at the warm glow and a smile reappeared on his face.

And it quickly dropped into a worried frown as he went down the stairs and found himself back at the end of the hallway. 

He stopped and looked around confused, his surroundings not clicking in his mind. He should’ve been in the living room now. But he gazed at the hallway dotted with their bedroom doors and the stairs at the very end, warm cheerful glow still coming from the bottom. So he simply walked the hallway and hurried down the stairs again...

...only to end up back at the start of the hallway, again. 

“ What the hell...” He looked around again, this time with a pit of dread forming in his stomach. Something wasnt right. 

Why couldnt he leave the damn hallway?

He tried taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts, a tip Logan had given him in the case he ever got too upset to focus. Once he was calmer he walked slower towards the stairs. Not many sides could do something like this, and it definitely wouldnt be some kind of pranks the others would pull on him...

“ Remus I swear to god if youre doing this please cut it out!” He called into the hallway, eyes searching for any hints of the wild side. Deceit knew he loved edgier pranks, and scaring him with a prank of a ever repeating hallway in isolation felt just up his alley of thinking. He couldnt help but let out an exasperated sigh, anger fading. He couldnt stay that mad at the Remus if he was pulling a cruel prank. Honestly any reestablished contact with the other wouldve been...nice.

Deceit missed his friend, and maybe this would be his chance to heal the wounds he mightve caused by leaving and rekindle the friendship. He chuckled to himself as he stopped at the stairs.

“ Jeez....I guess Pat’s soft side is rubbing off on my more than I thought...” With that he headed down the stairs and shook his head at the beginning of the hallway.

“ Cmon Rem! I know youre probably pissy at me...and you know what? I dont blame you.” He started walking again, looking around him with a pleading look. “ But please, just come out and lets try talking again ok? Like we used to? We can spread out in my room and hell, I’ll even give you the bed spot you always fight for. Just...lets cut out the game now ok?” He got nothing but silence as an answer, and he paused.

Silence was something that was not Remus’s style, prank or not. And now his guard was up faster than a gunshot.

“....Remus? Are you there?” He looked around again, getting more and more uneasy at the silence and started walking again.

“ Arrogance if this is your idea of a joke it isnt funny! Cut your shit.” No response and once again he was back where he started. Now he was getting angry, and even a little afraid. 

It wasnt Remus, because Remus couldnt handle this kind of silence for this long even for a joke, especially when he was called out.

Arrogance wasnt one to pass up taunting his inability to escape, and on top of that he wasnt really one for pranks either. When Remus called him a stick in the mud...he wasnt exactly wrong. 

And Wrath didn’t have the patience for this kind of thing. 

His walk this time was slower and more cautious, this time when he glanced around his eyes darted to dark corners too. The pit in his stomach grew and worsened as he made it to the stairs again and looked down them. He could even see the damn landing, washed in light. He hurried down again and almost yelled in frustration as he ended up at the beginning again. It took everything in him not to freak out.

“ Patton!?” No answer.

“ Logan??! Can you hear me??” No response.

“ R-roman!!!!” Nothing. 

No he was starting to panic, but he forced himself not to let it consume him. That feeling felt too familiar and he ran down the hallway.

“ Virgil if this is you’re doing stop it!! This isnt funny!!” Still no response and he repeated the loop a few more times. He opeed his bedroom door and saw it was just as he left it, but simply staying in there now almost felt...bad, like he’d been cornering himself. And trying the others doors did nothing, because either they were uncommonly locked or simply wouldnt budge. His breath hitched and hissed through his teeth faster as he run down again, this time tripping and hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thud. 

“ owwwowowowowwww....” He pushed himself onto his knees, eyes squinting in pain and a little dazed. For a moment he thought he saw a tall figure blocking the stair’s light and he shot up to his feet, groaning in absolute frustration when no one was there. He took a few steps and stopped, looking down at the floor when his foot stepped on something. One the floor was Roman’s crimson sash, and with gentle hands he picked it up and held it tenderly. The soft scent that drifted off it relaxed him, and made him smile as he looked down at it, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. Looking at it he finally took another deep breath and tried thinking more clearly, his eyes shutting briefly. 

But because his eyes were shut he didnt notice purple glowing strings drip from the corners and behind him, silently creeping closer and surrounding him. When he finally opened his eyes and noticed the glow his eyes went wide in fear and the sound of footsteps on the stairs made him whip around. Though he only had time to partially shout as strings wrapped around him firmly and entangled him to the point he could barely fight back, strings around his through silencing his voice. He looked up at the hooded figure gripping and manipulating the strings like a puppet player, a cruel evil smirk on his face as his eyes glowed. 

“Well well now Deceit. You really shouldve know better...” The world began to darken and he felt Roman’s sash slip out of his fingers vaguely noticing his beanie fall off his head when he was moved closer to Virgil. Virgil’s eyes narrowed and his smirk widened as Deceit’s eyes began to fell shut, nothing but purple in his fading vision.

“ You really shouldn’t have tried to leave.” 

There was nothing but silence upstairs as Patton, dusting off his polo in a small huff from dealing with Arrogance and Remus making a chaotic mess in the living room before leaving as suddenly as they appeared, walked to the stairs landing and looked up to the dark hallway.

“ Dee! Kiddo dinner is ready! Come on down we dont want to start without you!” His head tilted and his brows furrowed in concern when he got no answer, his voice drifting and echoing around the hallway.

“ Kiddo? Can you hear me up there? You ok?” He put his foot on the first step as his voice echoed again.

“ Deceit?”

And echoed right over the old red silk sash and dark grey beanie that lay in the middle of the carpet, not a person nor side in sight.

Tadaa! Thats the end(for now) I hope you guys like it!!

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@sugarglider9603 im tagging you in this so you could maybe ready it! I hope you like it and the angst!

[wandering-lounge]

An idea I thought up while reading this:

“Honestly Angel, whos this guy again? you trusting strangers cause they give you dick?” Cherri shot out.   Black dust nestled in the cracks of the  grey, dilapidated, so called, “sidewalk”. Cherri Almost rolled an ankle earlier from nearly a whole segment was removed.from what must have been a crash. The sky of dead crimson radiated red light on the two.

“Dont worry bout it shuga tits!” Angel said calmly. “I’ve known this guy for a while.” Angel reached into his fluffy ‘breasts’ grinning pulling out a flask sipping it to warm him up for the afternoon. “Besides, he asked me about you for a while. and i thought, ‘ey! we should all hangout!’ good times n all! I think you might like him.”

“So this was all your idea?” Cherri said. “oh thats right! Hes that dude with the weird-ass bar right?”

“you know it! I got there form time to time. we talk all the time.-”

“amongst other things” Cherri interjected with a shrewd expression.

Angel giggled, “we shared a lot over the past.. uh year? two years?”

“Oh? Sharing? What do you know about him?” Cherri questioned with a grin. Grinning in a way as if she knew. To which Angel was sure she knew.

Angel, whore of hell, gettn’ steady with a questionable deadbeat that only he, and Cherri know about. Seems legit.

“Your tune will change like a live tuna fish dropped into a fryer as soon as you see his diggs. My treat”

“since when do you treat me?” Cherri wasnt complaining, getting paid drinks is always nice, weather its by charming wiles, or gunpoint. it was all the same. But Angel? this felt very different for her. 

“so youre like, his only customer right?” Cherri continued.

“what? no? I don’t think so?”angel looked uncertain.”I mean he says he visits all sorts of shit. hes seen tons of people and he even told me that some people have come over to his bar in this hell. He was braggin one day that he once got That shitty news ancha’-” Angel’s brow was furrowed as he snapped his fingers. “you know. that uh, slutty bitch. uh.. Cathy?” 

“Katy? The news anchor Katie killjoy?”

“Yep! thats her”

“that sounds like bullshit.” Cherri laughed smiling even more. despite this guys dubious background, Cherri could see something in his eyes. Her worry was replaced by a warm feeling. Something’s different about this guy. Something thats making Angel happy.

Shattered glass and splintered wood framed an immaculate door. completely out of place on the front of this one store front. 

Cherri looked over to Angel, her brow was curled in a confused manor. She looked back to the front door, The windows were shot out, and she could see inside of the shop, holding all matter of messes, rocks, and garbage. but as she looked over tot he door. It had stained glass resembling an eye on the front. light poured out of the window and glowed from the seams in the door.

“Uh... This is the place?” If Cherri was uncertain before, she definitely felt it now.

“o-yeah.” Angel exclaimed on his cheerful bouncing steps to the door. He knocks gingerly and rhythmically. He bounces in place as hands run thourgh his hair and fluffed his bust. 

A dark form shifts behind the lightened door. Cherri thought the stained glass shifts for a moment. But then the door swings wide open. before she could see anybody a warm voice rings out.

“Angel! Whats up!?”

Cherri watched as the door slowly opened inward as her eye caught a simple looking blue eyed, pink demon smile looking up towards Angel. Angel throws himself to the guy.He gives him a stroke of his beard. While giving his ass an audible spank in the process.

“EY! fucker!” He laughs to Angel’s shenanigans..He looks over to Cherri. “Oh! you must be Cherri! come on in!” Peeling Angel off of him in the process.

Cherri walks into the door only to look inside and not find the piles of rocks and shattered glass she was expecting. The walls were a warm dark brown with red lined seats and a long bar standing in the middle of the room as she entered in. Wooden staris carved to flow so well its as if water itself sculpted it with his tender care. She could see the upstairs have rooms and more booths. Her eye shot back down and saw an entertainment area behind the bar, as well as a staircase downstairs behind the bar with a quaint little sign, ‘employees only.’ the sign gave off a subtle glow of power. there were hanging lamps on every corner. and one above each booth. each giving off a dim orange light. 

“What the fuck?!?”

Cheri shot back to Angel dust to have all six arms pointed with guns. A silhouette of a man sat at the end of the bar only to echo back.

“By what trickery is thissss?!”

Sir Pentious shot up hood extended pulling a ray gun out in response. 

“what the hell is HE, doing here?” Angel growled.

The demon got between them first before walking over to angel. His tone became tense and clear. “put the guns away, gentlemen” He looked over to Angel. “In order to be Served here, theres only a few set of rules you must follow. ‘No fighting, no weapons, no service.’” He looks over back to sir Pentious. “that goes for EVERYBODY, regardless of stature or, “feuds” or whatever you may have.

Angel’s eyes looked back to the pink demon. after murmuring to himself and uttering words under his breath. Angel, actually put his guns away. ‘what the fuck?’ Cherri thought. ‘he fuckin put his guns away! he actually fuckin did it.’ Cherri looked on this fuckin broadway show in disbelief.

“Cherri, bombs too please” Pink boy said calmly. 

She did. Sir Pentious on the other hand held his gun out with conviction. 

“HA! I still have mine” he giggled, 

A shadowy shape erupted out of the floor and swiped over the snakes hands.

His hands were stripped naked. The pink demon twirled around the ray gun like a toy in his fingers. “no guns. thank you” He smiled.

Sir Pentious huffed, “I don’t need the company of such. LOAATTHHHSOME Heathens!” he slinked off of his seat and wiggled over to the door. 

“alright then.” Angel smirked, “the bar is ours then.”

Sir pentious scoffed, “Ill be back!” he shouted outside of the door. 

the pink demon tossed back the raygun through the door. “have a good night Penny! Please come again.” not a trace of sarcasm was felt in the demons statement.

the door closed on sir pentious. He had his raygun back! he can storm the bar with ease and with surprise! He sprang back tot he door, gun in hand. swung it open and...

the inside was covered in rocks, glass, and garbage. it was a small room with nothing to offer, and no souls to be found.

Angel laughed out loud. “I cant believe you service that guy with your goods.”

The demon laughed, “well, he pays... unlike some demons ‘round here.” He smirked sarcastically eyeing up Angel.

Angel giggled, pulling him in close, “im paying off my tab.... Eventually” Angel traced his lips with his finger

Cherri hadn't moved since she entered. what the fuck was this place, what the fuck is this bar doing inside of a small shit shack in satans backyard? What the fuck?

the pink demon walks over to Cherri placing a hand between them. “yo, my names Arty. good to meet you Cherri.” 

She grabbed his hand and shook it. It wasnt hard grip that her hand was met with. it was soft and warm. she looked him up and down. ‘yeah he is kind of cute’ Cherri thought to herself. 

“So!” Angel leaned onto arty’s head. “That stinky snake is out of our business finally. Fours a crowd anyways. How about we start this night off with some of those, potions of yours?” A grin stretches wide on angels face.

Arty’s face flushes a little. I do happen to have some new ones for you...

[askyancy]

Handsome, is he? Funny... last time we talked Yancy said he was in solitary for two weeks cause he punched the Bastard cause he had a punchable face.... and all this insistence of the warden being great.. its funny cause there's the, y'know....fact i know Yancy was trying to call Darkiplier cause of bullshit i'm assuming was pulled by the very same asshole of a warden. What did you do to Yancy and the Gang, Mark?

.................

-Yancy? Leans forward towards the screen and smirks a bit more darkly in a very big tell that Hawk got the nail on the head. His voice lowering-

Leeetss just say youse aint gon be seein em for at least-

-He wafts his hand in the air a bit, thinking-

-a week? Yeah dats prolly de next one but ah HEY Youse aint gotta worry bout a t’ing deys aint even gonna notice deys gone! heh Oh and uh dis time... Youse can’t be doin nottin abouts it! Youse wanna try burnin my shit down in here? Heh Youse gonna burn all his lil friends n family! I gots guards everywheres. Youse aint layin a finguh on me in ‘ere.  As fer de broken tv nutbag, youse aint gotta worry bout dat villain no more. Ya favorite hero took care o dat

Now youse got a choice dere Hawkydoodledoo Youse can give me a nice wave says it was nice meetin me and stroll along like alls good n well or I can have youse incarcerated in here fer..what was it now... Attempted murder? Impersonatin an officer o de law? Assisting convicted felons? Communications wid incarcerated felons? Which one youse want it ta be? Better yet we could do em all and youse could get life! And trust me.. .Youse aint never gonna be free o dis place~

-He grins more savagely and leans back- 

I dont wanna be freeeeeeeee~

[misskravitz]

On behalf of myself and the other bitches that have been blindsided by this reality that is Lord Sesshomaru (a.k.a my first love) is supposedly a father now, ummm it's a mixed bag of emotions. I am happy that he has I guess TWO daughters (twins) that I hope he cares for and he atleast has some kind of significance in they're life in like a positive way, however I feel just like a little bit BETRAYED!!!!

it's just kind of like I was there from day MUTHAFUCKIN ONE staying up at odd hours of the night waiting for that man to show up and do his thing! I'd be beefin with some good friends about who actually gets sesshomaru with great detail and opinionated facts to support my reasonings as to why hes better suited with me!! The countless times I changed my OC just so she could fit into HIS WORLD and HIS LIFE so they can meet and FALL IN LOVE now feels completely SHATTERED!!!!

*takes deep breath, fights back the urge to cry*

I'm sure I wasnt the only one that had to do a double take when first reading the news about this sequel and seeing the words "inuyasha and SESSHOMARU'S daughters" my jaw dropped, mouth a gape, tottaly in shock, and of course for me and most likely the majority of us my very first thought was WHO'S THE MAMA!?!?!? then I made a mistake and went on tumblr. And that's when the fears set in real quick!! Rin. And my mind started racing. And I kept repeating, WHAT IF HE HAD A BABY WITH RIN!!!!!! then panicking set in I was looking at y'alls posts and some memes and I'm actually really relieved that it seems most of you out there are NOT with it and I'm glad. Cause yall rin/seshy shippers stress me out and I've been fearing yall are gonna get what you want which gives me suffering!!!!

To be honest the only one out of the twins that I think even resembles sesshomaru is the girl with the pony tale and fur. Its partly because of how shes dressed but mostly her face/facial expression that gives me the same kind of vibes of sesshomarus demeanor which is actually pretty cool, however all three of the kids have human features. Now if they are half demons or part demon or whatever it just seems strange to me to not show any kind of demonic feature on them but who knows we'll see once the show starts I guess. I do like the theory that the one of them is actually rin and kohakus daughter and sesshomaru is raising her now cause they......died or whatever so that's cute I guess. That explain why she wears demon slayer clothing but also still has fur on her too which I'm not gonna lie is a dope look!! I dont even know if kohaku is in the story for real or not but if sota is then I dont see why he cant be either. And I have high doubts that rin is going to return for some reason which is like weird!!

I know theres some drama cd or whatever where sesshomaru "confesses his feelings for rin" or some bullshit I listened to it, I dont kbow if I would equate that to the feeling of romantic love but it was pretty deep. Like he was spittin some real nice things to her so in feeling kind of butt hurt.

I think it's fair to say at this point knowing the "mother" of sesshomarus "children" is definatley gonna have a huge impact on wether or not I watch this show. But its actually more like IF RIN IS THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILDREN AND RUMIKO TAKAHASHI HAD THAT ACTUAL NERVE TO DESTROY THE FATHER/DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP THAT WAS ESTABLISHED THE MINUTE THAT LITTLE GIRL NURSED THAT BASTARD BACK TO LIFE OR WHATEVER I WILL LITTERALY START A FIRE ..........SOMEWHERE!!!!!! (Nah just playin) BUT I WILL BE VERY UPSET!!!!

like at this point this ain't even bout inuyasha and the kids like............ WHY SESSHOMARU OUT HERE MAKING BABIES WITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME BUT WHATEVER!!!!

im nct gonna lie, I'll be pretty devastated and crushed if it turns out my biggest fear has come true but I'm leaning more on the side that that's not going to happen.

Lol kagura's probably rolling in her grave as we speak. like she would have jumped at the chance to have his babies but I'm not blaming it judging cause I would Litteraly do the same!!

Anyways I suppose we are just gonna have to wait and see when the show starts to get the truth on this situation if they dont give away any more vital information but you know what cool!!! We got new inuyasha shit out here for us after what 20 years or something like that so I'm excited, worried lowkey I hope it's good, but still very excited so let go!!!!!

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 215

Cammie

"Okay, Rollie, I'm in the car. What did you find out and where are you?"

He had me on video. "Found your husband. Don't know how long he has been on the balcony but we leaving him there. The cleaning lady is currently cleaning. Aye, Forrest, go sit that weed next to Trey. Let his ass inhale it. This Vegas nigga... let the wind carry it to him."

"He just sleeping on the balcony?"

"Hold on." Rollie whispers.

I hear the balcony door open. A few seconds later I could hear Trey breathing heavily like he was full of cold. Ugh he sounds sick. I shake my head. I can't deal with him. What have you been doing to yourself? Clearly you have not been taking care of yourself.

"Alright. Got some weed burning. Forrest come get this shit and flush it." Rollie says.

"What is it?" I snap.

"Not sure, Baby. Does it really matter? It's in his system, now it's in the toilet. Palms hotel."

I suck my teeth. "He is too obvious. I'm starting to wonder if he was actually trying to hide from me. He talks about that hotel."

"He left you a key, Jay." Rollie says annoyed.

"You mad?"

"Yeah, cause you don't realize how much this dickheaded fuck up is into you. I was fucking worried I would come and find some bitch here. Nobody. Just get here."

I smile. "Whatever."

I hang up the phone and smile the entire time. That's what I was the most worried about. What he had been doing with who. He left me a key. He probably was talking like he wanted to hurt himself to get me away from my babies. Who knows with this dummy I married. I hop out of the car and walk towards the hotel excited.

"Oh my gosh! Cammie!"

"Huh?" I say confused. I don't remember walking by someone I know.

Three people run up to me. Oh shit. I forgot about fans. Who thinks about that? Not me. Dumbass had to stop and see who it was. I didn't wait for Buggiz to get out of the car. It's too late now.

"I love you." The girl says. "You are the hottest wife and Mommy."

"Thank you." I say.

She shoves her purse and a marker at me. "Can you sign this?"

I slowly take the marker. I'm in fucking shock from a fan approaching. Not just a fan but an older fan. I'm used to kids coming up to me. I love my kid fans. Most of them ask permission or just stare at me.

"I was in Atlanta last week and I visited your studio." She says. "You weren't there of course."

"Okay." Someone says as they move her back.

I turn to the voice. Kirven. I smile at him then walk away waving at the girl. She accepted Kirven moving her away from me. I walk into the hotel right into Forrest.

"Hey, baby." I say hugging him.

"Sister in law. I hate your husband."

I giggle letting him go. "Me too. But why I got to be sister in law?"

"Cause you love him."

"Oh shut up, Forester." I say shooing him away. "Why are yall down here?"

Forrest starts walking towards the elevator. "Rollie sent us to get you cause he knew you didn't have any security and this Vegas. Trey would have had you a bodyguard he says."

I roll my eyes. "My brother says a lot these days. You shouldn't listen to him."

"Rollie is a smart man." Buggzi says.

"Oh Buggzi." Forrest says then turns to me "Trey banded me from his room so ask him if I can come back, Cammie." Forrest says pushing the door open.

"He doesn't care."

Forrest doesn't come in. "He was acting really shitty. I rather wait."

"He a bitch." Rollie says walking out the door. "Aye, technically I never got kicked out but I'm bout to go to this party. Come on, Forrest."

"As a single man?" I snap.

Rollie chuckles. "I mean she never really said we were..."

"Don't even." I say shutting the hotel door.

"I'm playing yo." He yells at the door.

I walk out onto the balcony where they said that Trey was. He is sleeping on an egg chair backwards. I'm surprised that he doesn't fall out of it. His head was hanging out of it. Maybe it is just how it looks. I move his head so that he looked more comfortable. I just don't know how this weed is going to help him. I grab his phone and go through it. I call Joyce on it.

"Tremaine?"

"No, ma'am. It's me." I say looking out at the strip. "How are the boys?"

She giggles. "Lane came in here and looked at me. That's all he did then he left back out. Maybe he thought he was here alone or something. But anyway he went back to sleep in Caden's room."

"He does that. He is going to be up all night. April should be there by then though."

"It's fine. He is fine for now."

I sigh. "Yeah I know. Trey is sleeping so hard he doesn't know I'm here. I'm going to go to the store and make him something to eat. I don't wanna think about my stanks too much."

"Yes, because they are fine."

"Okay, Mama. I'm so thankful for the help I have."

"You welcome, Baby. Love you."

I smile. "Love you too."

Trey

I push myself up from the floor where I had been laying for the last few hours. Cammie should be on her way. I hope it' not a dream. I grab my phone and start to call her. There was a text saying she on the way. Maybe I should fucking make it look like I hadn't been on a fucking high for the past two days. I don't know what the fuck going on with me. I feel like shit. I stand in the living room of the suite and look around the room. What the hell happened in here? Did I clean up? No. I didn't. Did I? I walk into the kitchen then go into the bedroom. Everything was clean. Well gotdamn. I dont know. I go into the bathroom. It wasn't clean in here. My clothes were still everywhere. I get into the shower. I turn the water on cold. Feel like I'm about to die of a heat stroke. I feel so hot. Shouldn't have went to sleep on the balcony.

"Tremaine?"

"Jayla?" I say stepping out the shower a few minutes later.

She walks into the bathroom with her hands on her hips. "I'm thinking you fucking checked out. It's clean."

I step out of the shower. "I don't know how."

"Right cause you a pig."

"You look sexy."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm fucking mad at you."

"I know." I nod. "Only reason I knew you were coming cause you texted me and asked if I was hungry."

"And did you answer?"

I laugh. "Baby... Jayla bunny."

She makes a face. "Jayla Bunny? Tremaine, I fucking hate you. You on the phone sounding like shit. I get here and nothing is wrong with you."

"I don't know." I say shrugging and walking towards her. "I needed you."

"Bullshit. I have been home other than dancing. You could have came home."

"Not with the amount of shit I was on." I shrug. "I don't know what the fuck up with me right now. Must have took something. I don't know."

She lets me touch her. "Took something that made you feel better, Tremaine?"

I bring her body close to mine. "Jayla, I dont know. I just know I'm glad to see you."

"Tremaine." She says then sucks her teeth. "I had to leave my baby home."

"Don't make me feel bad." I say then step away from her coughing.

She sucks her teeth. "Eww... are we sick?"

I take a deep breath trying to stop myself from coughing. It just made it worst. Cammie grabs my hand bringing me to the bed.

"Forrest wants to know if he can come over to your room. He back in town." Cammie says rubbing me chest. "If you are sick I don't need you around my baby."

"I'm good." I say as she sits me down. She sucks her teeth. "Forrest is calling again. He doesn't want to stay with Rollie."

I lay back on the bed suddenly exhausted. "I don't care what Forrest does. Why the hell is Rollie in town?"

"Mayweather or something."

"Oh." I say grabbing my throat. "Damn, my throat hurt."

Cammie straddles me. Her body is so warm. I felt nothing but skin making me open my eyes. I look at her sitting on me naked. She is looking to her right at something. I look over towards the direction she was looking. She stands up from the bed walking across the room. I sigh holding my head back against the bed. I feel like shit.

"Jayla."

"Tremaine be quiet."

I smile as she straddles me again. I don't know what she did when she walked across the room. She leans down in my face. I sigh. I really don't deserve her. She is beautiful and no matter what I do she stays around. She right there holding me down. She not even asking how many times I attempted to fuck another woman in the last week. Has it been a week since I seen her? How long have I been gone? Fuck was I even doing?

"Tremaine." She says grabbing my face. She looks down at her body. "Fuck it."

She gets up really fast. I look down at my dick. Maybe that is a problem. I laugh a bit to myself. I'm too fucking weak to do anything about it. I start coughing. My dick ain't responding to shit.

"He fucking sick." I hear Cammie snap.

"Sick sick?" My mama asks.

Cammie sucks her teeth. "Coughing and can barely move off the bed. Just good for nothing."

I sit up. "Well damn."

"Im getting on the plane now. You need me to do anything?"

"No." Cammie sighs. "I'm about to message the doctor and get some antibiotics. It's probably strep throat. Must have been tongue kissing death."

Ma laughs really loud. "Well, you love up on him and get him better. What are you going to do about his show tomorrow in Philly?"

"Cancel it and beg the fans not to be upset." Cammie says then grabs my face. "Open."

"Go ahead with that." I snap.

"Ma, I got some serious Mommy powers to unleash."

She giggles. "Okay, Baby. Talk to you later, Maine."

"Aig..." I start coughing.

"Yeah, you sound bad." April says.

Cammie rubs something on my head. "102.2."

"His fever?" April asks.

"Yeah and his throat looks red. I'm sending the doctor a picture when you get off my phone April."

April sighs. "Oh okay then. Bye."

Cammie kisses my cheek. "No talking sir. We need this money marker."

"I'm not fucking sick, Jayla."

"We go through this every time. I swear." She says grabbing my face and squeezing my cheeks together. "Either you get better or you get an infection and be in the hospital. Fight me if you want to."

I don't say nothing else to her. She rolls her eyes at me then takes a picture. I lay there exhausted. Yeah, maybe she is right. Why am I so fucking tired? That shower took all of my energy. Shit.

[cringereincarnated]

Thought that Johnlock is canon

But queerbaiting was that

Wrote fanfiction 'bout Larry

And it doesn't make sence

Even read all the fanfics

And for Jarchie I'm grateful

Wish I could say thank you to Sterek

'Cause it helped improve english

All they are in love

To ship you need patience

It made me feel pain

But ships are amazing

I've read and I wrote

Fanfiction is pure sin

But I will read them

'Cause I dont have life, yeah

And it's because of them

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I will never sleep on heaven's bed

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I will never-

I have lost all my friends

I don't worry about that

'Cause I met someone else

And they share same passion

They say that I need God's help

But jealousy's that

'Cause I found my heaven

And I ain't going back (ain't going back)

This ships are LOVE

I am doctor's patient

My brain, it needs help

Yet ships are amazing (they are amazing)

I've read and I wrote (yeah, yeah)

Some fics are just gross, yeah

But I have no choice (yeah, yeah)

Because I am crazy (yeah, yeah)

And I will take my meds

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I think I am now a psychopath

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I will never-

One day I know I'll grow up

And get over this bullshit

I'll look back and I'll laugh

'Cause I thought THIS is drama

I know what will come next,

Probably rest

God, I know this is future

But today I'm still mess (yes, I am mess)

I won't find love (love)

But I have my patience (patience)

Ships caused me pain (pain)

But they are amazing (they are amazing)

I've read and I wrote

Fanfictions are still sin

You know I read them

'Cause I got no life, man

It all's because of them

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[joelbell34]

So sosa Montana aka fredrick Sherrod I burned his c.d like then you take me to the level of some bullshit you say you never had these problems with a white chick bitch the fuck you jealous for keep your fake mom and your ass off my page and speaking forever. The fuck you asking bout me for anyway we fuck way back before your wife and kids worry bout them. Told you whites have no power curses and when they see us fucking women or men they get jealous not one time I ask bout you wanting attention through a tug what the fuck you asking bout me for next time you speak or ask bout me or come to my house in your wife red mustang with your broke ass it ain't yours you going to prison. The fuck they ask bout us for anyway I mean dont ever mention me or speak forever dont forget for the rest of life.