#the edit is not mine thanks to whoever did it

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Want Some Help? | Jeon Jungkook One Shot

Summary: When your boyfriend can't seem to satisfy you anymore your roommate decides to lend a helping hand. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (crackhead roommate energy) Word Count: 4.7k (got a little carried away but when don't I 😂) Warnings: Explicit language, smut and cheating. He spits in her mouth at the end lol and hella pet names. Aight that's all you're getting lol gotta read the rest to find out. a/n: This is the last thing I'll be posting before I go on a little hiatus. I'll make a post in a couple of days to explain but I'll let this circulate a bit before I do. I hope you enjoy it! (barely edited lol) Requested by a lovely anon 💜

The sounds in my room are obscene to say the least, more from Brian's side than mine today though. I don't know what it is but something about him isn't doing it for me anymore. Is it the fact that I have a new Adonis for a roommate? Perhaps, but Brian's need to overcompensate for it makes situations like these even more awkward than they need to be. 

"You like that?" he asks, him being so close to cumming with me barely working my way up to it. "Yeah" I respond breathily, trying my best to play the part so this can hopefully be over sooner rather than later. "Fuck" he groans at the sight and sound of my little gasp when he just barely hits that spot but I know he won't be able to figure out how to do it again. 

Brian isn't a selfish lover but the dynamic between us has changed ever since Jungkook moved in... 

He hasn't been as focused on me which now that I think about it is pretty damn selfish. I'm just making excuses for him at this point. He's more focused on his ego and playing it up for my roommate than he is into loving his girlfriend. I don't know how much longer I can be in this relationship if he keeps acting like this. 

"Shit I'm close, are you?" he asks and I nod my head furiously, thanking whoever might've been listening to my plea and seconds later he's cumming inside the condom and I do my best to copy the moan that I let out when he's actually done a good job at satisfying me and it seems to be convincing enough since he's giving me that cocky grin before he kisses me again. 

"You wanna shower?" he asks and I shake my head, "You go ahead, I'll shower later. Plus, didn't you say you had work early tomorrow morning? I'll let you get cleaned up in peace so you can head out" I say and he nods his head before going to the bathroom and throwing me a towel before closing the door and turning on the shower. 

Luckily he didn't try to clean me up because there's definetly not much to clean since I didn't cum.

Once I'm finished and I've made myself somewhat presentable I put on my robe and head out into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. "Have fun?" my roommate says from the living room couch as I pass by on my way to the kitchen. "Shit Jungkook you scared me" I say, holding my hand to my chest. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Have a good time tonight?" he asks again, his eyes dragging up and down my form, lingering on my chest and when I look down I see that my nipples are very visible unbeknownst to me since I hadn't cared to think about the fact that Jungkook might've come home. 

I wrap my robe tighter around me and cross my arms as I head into the kitchen. "Yes I did thank you very much. Did you?" I spit out quickly, hoping to avoid talking about my sex life with him. "It was alright. I had a long week so I decided to turn in early but um..." he trails off as he watches Brian walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving Jungkook a stern look before coming over to talk to me. 

"You alright?" he asks before placing a way too intimate kiss on my lips in front of Jungkook who I see has turned his head back to the TV and isn't bothering to pay attention to the game Brian is trying to play with him. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you heading out?" I ask, very hopeful that this visit will come to an end and thankfully luck is on my side this time. 

"Yeah I gotta get going but I'll come over again soon" he says, looking over at Jungkook before giving me one last kiss and heading towards the door to put on his shoes. "Text me when you get home!" I say and he winks at me before walking out leaving me rolling my eyes once the door is shut. 

I slump against the counter, glad it's finally over and when I look back over at Jungkook he's not too interested in whatever he has playing on the TV anymore, his focus solely on me. 

"What?" I ask him, brows scrunched together and trying to figure out what his deal is. "Why'd you fake it?" he asks and I choke on my spit, caught off guard by the unfiltered question. "Excuse me?" I ask, scandalized that he had been listening enough to even catch onto something like that. 

"You probably wanted it to be over huh?" he asks, assuming what the answer was and unfortunately that was the case but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of being right. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, turning on the sink to fill up my cup again but before I can even pull it out from under the tap he's taking it out of my hand. 

"Hey!" I call out, trying to grab it but he holds it just out of reach. "Can't keep you satisfied anymore?" he asks raising a brow at me, a smug look on his face since it seems he can read me like a book based off of my body language alone. "He keeps me very satisfied thank you very much, not that it's any of your business" I say and reach for my cup which he thankfully relinquishes. 

"I know you're lying" he say and I cock a brow at him, not knowing how he could possibly know the truth. "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I press, placing the cup on the counter and crossing my arms over my chest, forgetting the fact that I'm completely naked under this and giving him a better view of my cleavage. 

"You're not very quiet when you do it by yourself you know. What do you use? A dildo? One of those little roses? Maybe both?" he questions leaning in closer to me and making my eyes bug out of my head. "How did yo-" "These walls are paper thin doll, so believe me when I say that I can hear every little thing you do to yourself in there. But please, don't stop. I would hate to be deprived of that pretty little voice of yours even though it is quite distracting sometimes" he says, grabbing my cup and holding it between us as a clear invitation to leave if I so desire. 

I take it and rush back to my room, slamming the door behind me and I can hear him chuckle from the kitchen. Fuck he really wasn't kidding when he said these walls are thin.

I flop down onto my bed facedown and scream into my pillow, utterly mortified that he's heard me ever since he got here. I need to wear a muzzle at this rate  since there's no way I'm stopping just for his sake. A girl's got needs and if Brian isn't going to fulfill them then I've gotta do it myself. 

I get up off my bed after I finish my little temper tantrum and change the sheets before taking my robe off and jumping in the shower to hopefully wash off all of Brian's scent. I can't stand to think about him anymore especially after what Jungkook said about him...

After finishing up my shower and drying off my hair I reach into my drawer to get my tried and true rose bud to help me out tonight. Yes he guessed right but I'll be damned if I ever let him see it.

I lay down and try to turn it on and after I've used it for a minute or two it just shuts off. "Fuck" I groan out, forgetting the fact that I had forgotten to grab new batteries for it. The TV remote has the same size batteries right? It's worth a shot to go check since I'm pretty sure he's gone to bed already. 

Walking out to the living room in my robe again I'm met with Jungkook still sitting on the couch watching the same thing he had been when I first came out here. 

I try to turn back around once I've seen him but he stops me by asking me if I needed something. "I just wanted to borrow the batteries from the remote but you're still using it so no worries" I say and try to leave but he stops me again. "I'm pretty sure I bought a new pack of batteries not too long ago" he says and I sheepishly admit I used the last of them. 

"Oh okay well here, I can just finish this up on my laptop" he says while taking the batteries out and putting them in my hand, giving me the source of my pleasure for tonight. "T-thanks" I stutter and close my finger around them as if they would disappear if I let them go. "Is everything okay?" he asks and I nod my head while walking down the hallway, not knowing that he's hot on my heels. 

"What do you need the batteries for?" he asks as we're a few feet away from my door making me jump. "Didn't know I was behind you?" he chuckles and I glare at him, hoping that'll make him back off but it does the exact opposite, causing him to smirk and glance around my room and soon notices the rosebud that I stupidly left in the middle of my bed. 

"I was right" he smirks leaving me groaning and rolling my eyes as I storm into my room, not bothering to close the door since I know he's not going to leave me alone anytime soon. 

"What? You know I'm just teasing you. You're free to do as you please doll, I'm not gonna stop you. I was even nice and paused my movie so you can have your fun too" he says, leaning against my doorframe and since he's being shameless I will too, deciding to switch the batteries out and turn it on to check but unfortunately it does the same thing and dies less than thirty seconds after I turn it on.

"Shit" I curse under my breath and he stifles his laughter by covering his mouth. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. You're just lucky all you need is your right hand to get off. Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, laying back down on my bed, exacerbated and ready to call it a night since the odds have flipped again. My good luck for the night being Brian's quick departure. 

I don't pay attention to how high my robe has ridden and it seems as though one of my legs has slipped through the gap giving him a full view of my upper thigh and hip, one wrong move leaving me exposed to him. 

He gulps but I don't bother to notice and only do when he clears his throat. "What do you want?" I say, throwing my arm over my face trying to hide the shame that all of this has caused me but fail miserably. "Want some help?" he asks and I sit up right away at his words, "What?" I ask, my reaction as dramatic as if he had grown two heads. 

"Do you want some help? I can get you off real quick if you'd like? It'll be like one roomie helping the other" he offers as causally as if he had asked to borrow five bucks. "You're joking, right?" I scoff but it seems as he very well is not as he take a step into my room and he watches for signs for protest but I give him none. 

"Not really no. I'm simply offering to help a friend in need. That's what we are right? Friends?" he questions as he takes a step closer. 

He calls out my name when I've stayed silent for a while, not being able to take my eyes off him even if I tried. As long as he stays in this room he's got my attention. "R-right, friends" I respond and he takes a seat on my bed, a respectful distance away but it feels as if he was already on top of me. 

"But Brian-" "Doesn't need to know" he says, cutting me off and making it harder and harder for me to say no. He scoots closer to me and takes the rosebud out of my hands, unbothered by what it's used for and simply places it on the nightstand next to me. "It's your move" he says, leaning closer to me, his breath fanning my face and I look at his eyes, mine going back and forth before his look down at my lips. 

"Tell me to stop" he says, making things easier for me but when he's mere millimeters away I lean in. 

It's soft and sweet at first, our lips connecting and breaking a few times, still giving me an opening to pull away and say stop but after a few more kisses like that he deepens the kiss. While keeping our lips locked for longer he angles his head a bit more, his tongue now in my mouth and soon he beckons me to do the same and I do which gives him even more of a green light. 

He places his hand on my cheek and angles me just right before he switches up and presses down on my shoulder a little and leans in closer as a silent plea for me to lay down. 

I crawl back on the bed instead and he follow as I lay down on the pillows with him hovering over me. "Fuck been thinking about this view for a long time" he admits and before I can say anything in response his lips are already on mine again.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the tie that is seconds from coming undone of it's own accord. "Yeah" I say, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of doing this, of cheating with my roommate who is someone I won't be able to run away from after this.

He pulls the belt and in one smooth motion it's undone.

The way he looks at me as he takes both sides of the robe off of my body is a sight that could make me cum untouched if given the chance. Watching his eyes darken up as they roam all over my body until he's tracing them back up to mine where it's as if a whole new man is hovering over me, one that looks so insatiable and ready to break me at any moment. 

"Fuck you're so pretty" he say, leaning back down to kiss me but soon trails his lips down my neck and to the valley between my breast. He settles on kissing one of them and slowly brings his lips closer to my nipple where he looks up at me for permission which I give right away. He smirks and puts his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth making them wet. He places them on the opposite one twisting and toying with it before he places his mouth on the one in front of him. 

Once his lips make contact my fingers immediately lace through his hair, needing to ground myself with something and he hums around in in approval when I tug on it a bit. 

"You sensitive here doll?" he asks when he lets go of it, the cool air causing a chill when it hits my damp skin, him having made a mess of it from his clear desire to do this. I let out a whimper in response and he nips at it before switching to my other breast to give it the same time and attention he gave the first.

My hips start to buck up after a couple more seconds of him switching between my breasts and lips when he hears those pretty voices he had talked about before, wanting to taste them on his tongue this time. 

"Someone's eager" he says against my lips but I turn my face to the side leaving him kissing the column of my neck until I'm squirming about leaving him smiling against my skin. 

"Does my doll want more?" he asks and I whimper in response, not being able to bring myself to utter words of confirmation when I have a man like him already causing me so much pleasure, but it's not enough. 

I need more.

"Jungkook please" I breathe out, done with this teasing and so worked up already from not gaining release earlier. "Please what?" he asks trailing his lips back up to mine and kissing them one last time before pulling back and waiting for my answer. "Please help me cum" I plead, wanting what he had promised me earlier. 

He chuckles dryly and places a kiss on the corner or my mouth before responding. "Here I am taking my time with you but you still only want one thing. Don't you like it when I play with you like this?" he asks, trailing middle finger down my torso until he's come in contact with my clit, sliding further down past it and checking to see what my true physical reactions have been to his ministrations. 

"Seems like you do" he says, circling around my entrance with that same finger when he feels how wet I am. "This all for me?" he asks and close my eyes once he's dipped one of his fingers in while using his thumb to draw circles around my clit but once my breathing picks up a bit everything stops. 

"What?" I pant, confused as to why he would stop. "I asked you a question. Is this all for me y/n?" he rasps, looking down at where his fingers had once been and cursing when he notices how wet they are. "Y-yes, all for you" I choke out and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops before I can even brush my lips against his. 

"Can you say my name princess?" he whispers, posed as a question but we both know the only way this continues is if I comply. "Jungkook" I whisper out, his name now tasting different on my tongue. It's almost if I have to put more effort into pronouncing each letter, my throat suddenly running dry. 

"Louder doll. It's the least you can do to help me forget how you've moaned his name in here time and time again. Probably another sad excuse of an act to fake your high" he says, going back to playing with my center, his finger going in and out at a faster rate now before easing his way into putting in a second one. 

"Fuck Jungkook" I groan, this time a little louder than before that grants me a kiss on my neck, his motives to stay away from my lips being to hear all of my reactions to what he's doing to me. Wanting to discover new sounds and reactions that sound more genuine and are ones that I can't even hope to hold back with the pleasure he's giving me.

"That's it, keep going. Want your voice to be the thing I remember most about this, hear it over and over again, ingrained in my memory. That way when I forget how you taste it'll be something that I'll still be able to come back to. Hearing how I make you feel, not yourself and definetly not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, me. Let me hear how I make you feel" he rasps in my ear making me shiver and arch my back off the mattress. 

"Jungkook please, please" I beg, my ego gone, the only thoughts in my head being him and how incredible it'll feel once he's made me cum. "Just like that doll, scream my name if you need to, I don't mind" his calm cool and collected tone of voice driving me mad. How can he be whispering these things in my ear and taunting me like this while I'm a complete mess under him, barely being able to breathe let alone think straight. 

I pulse around his fingers and he can tell that I'm close when I let out a moan after he hits a certain spot, hitting it over and over again, knowing that that's going to be the thing that'll make me come undone. 

He leans back and looks down at me, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make me insane, his calm and cool façade in my mind broken when I see the way he's watching me. Taking in every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name and it makes him want to try even harder to get me to that high, needing to see what I look like when I cum.

"Just like that doll, you're doing so well, sound so pretty" he murmurs and with a few more words of encouragement I'm coming undone. When I try to look away he grabs my chin and makes me keep eye contact, making everything seem even more intense. 

Once the rising and falling of my chest has slowed down and his playful fingers inside me gain him whines of overstimulation he finally takes them out. 

I expect him to get up and wash his hands but instead places them in his mouth, moaning once my taste hits his tongue leaving me swallowing dryly, needing that glass of water now. 

"Open your mouth" he says after he takes his fingers out and I comply curiously, doing as he asks and the next moment I feel him spitting in my mouth before smashing his lips on mine one last time. 

After kissing me senseless and exhaustion flooding my system my kisses become sloppy and he laughs against my lips before finally pulling back. "Where are you going?" I ask and he laughs again at my groggy state. I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" he says and I sit up quickly, my mind slowly clearing up. 

"Wait, what about you?" I ask, taking note of the tent in his pants but he simply chuckles and brings back a warm towel just like he said. I had expected the same treatment Brian gave me today but when I try to reach for it he pulls back. "No you lay down, you're still out of it" he says, trying to be serious but also satisfied that he only had to use his fingers put me in this state. 

After he finishes cleaning me up he gets up and throws the towel in the laundry basket and comes back to sit on the bed next to me, cupping my face and studying my features. "You okay?" he asks, clearly sensing regret already. 

"Yeah I'm fine. I just never thought I would do something like this" I admit and he mouths a quiet 'Oh' and takes his hand off me but I grab it before he can get too far. "I'm sorry I'm just confused and clearly not thinking straight" I say, trying to backtrack knowing that I've hurt him by saying that. 

"Thank you for doing this for me" I say timidly and he laughs. "What?" I ask, clearly not understanding what about this situation is funny. 

"I'm sorry" he says, his laughing soon dying down and I wait in silence until he's finally composed himself. "I'm sorry it's just that it’s not everyday that your hot roommate thanks you for finger fucking them" he chuckles and my cheeks heat up, thoroughly embarrassed now that he's put it like that.

I reach behind me and grab a pillow and throw it at his face which makes him laugh even more. "Jungkook stop this isn't funny" I whine and he stops a couple minutes later. "Alright alright I'm sorry, you were just getting way too serious about it" he explains and wipes away a fake tear. 

"This is serious! I just cheated on my boyfriend with you" I exclaim and he shakes his head, placing the pillow I threw at him out of my reach and sighs before responding. "You and I both know that you've been ready to end that relationship for a while now" he says and I open my mouth but the words die in my throat.

"That's what I thought" he says and we sit there in silence for a moment while I pull the sheet over me. "Just break up with him already, I can clearly see that you're miserable" he points out and I hate that he's right. 

"Why do you care? Should I break up with him so I can mess around with you?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "We can do that if you want to, but from a friend's point of view I think your life is so much better without him" he says and I sigh, knowing again that he's right, telling me the things that I've thought about over and over again but just never did anything about. 

"I'll talk to him" I say and he nods his head. "Good because with the number I did on your neck he's definetly gonna know that something went down" he laughs and my eyes go wide, forgetting to tell him to not leave any marks but I know I'm fucked. 

"Here" he says, grabbing the hand mirror I have on my dresser and I know from one glance that hoodies and turtlenecks will be my new signature look until this all clears up.

"Jungkook" I growl and he giggles, never taking my scolding tone seriously. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it" he chuckles and I sit up, grabbing that pillow and throwing it at him again. "I hate you" I huff but he laughs again before placing a knee on my bed and making it dip under his weight. 

My breath hitches as he inches closer and I can't do anything but lay down, slowly trying to run away from his lips in my mind but falling back into that same position we had been in for who knows how long.

Once I'm flat on my back and he's hovering over me again I swallow as best as I can, making him let out a dry chuckle. "Wanna run that one by me again doll?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I press my thighs together, hating myself for doing it but needing some sort of something to keep me sane but it's of no uses when he leans in closer and I hold my breath, not knowing what he's doing or where this is going but when I close my eyes I granted with that same chuckle again. 

"Goodnight princess" he says against my lips, his weight gone off my bed seconds later leaving me sitting up in process. "Wha-" "My pretty doll needs to figure out who she wants to play with if she wants more" he taunts and I cross my arms and pout a little, hoping that'll get him to come back. 

"Aw don't be like that. After all the work I put in to help you feel good. I thought you would've been more grateful, not greedy" he taunts and I roll my eye before uttering a quiet 'Goodnight'. "Thanks for giving me memories to help me fix this" he says, looking down at the very clear outline of his hard on and I swallow again, intimidated from finally being able to see his full size. 

"I promise, if you make up your mind...I'll make it fit" he teases and winks at me granting him a scowl in response. He grabs the door handle at the same time I grab the pillow and throw it which he blocks by closing the door. "Goodnight doll" he says one last time and shuts it behind him. 

I spend the rest of my night willing myself to sleep and when I finally start to doze off I start hearing Jungkook's soft moans and grunts leaving me wide awake again. Now I really know he wasn't lying...

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the boy is mine (eddiessluttywaist's edition)

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: romantic night at the trailer, based off of this prompt!

pairing: bf!eddie x gf!reader

word count: 1, 944 words

content/warnings: MDNI, fluff, kissing, lots of touchy feels, a lil smutty?

a/n: creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage! also would like to credit @carolmunson for this prompt and @mrsjellymunson for tagging me! I haven’t written for eddie in so long, and this was a great way to get back into it <3 thank you! hope you enjoy my contribution <3

You basked in the scent of Eddie’s bedding, how he was ingrained into each and every fiber. Every motion, every shift of the sheets, you could smell him. He had foolishly left you to your own devices in his bedroom (which was surprising since the last time he did that, you almost dared touch his Sweetheart) so you indulged.

You curled up in the sprawling mess of blankets and sheets then grabbed the small throw pillow you had embroidered for him and buried your face in it. It was a delicate, pretty, little thing that stood out in his room even with its DnD theme, but he loved it. He loved that you made it, that you put so much effort into it just for him, so he slept with it every night. Unfamiliar with the concept of purely decorative pillows, he didn’t realize most people tucked such things off to the side before getting into bed each night. So, it smelled like cigarettes, convenience store aftershave, and his shampoo. The scent filled you with dizzying affection, only pulling it away from your face to then hug it to your chest as he walked back into his room.

“I ran out of, like, nice cups. This okay?” he asked as he blew into one of the mugs and then used the bottom of his shirt to wipe it down. He was planning on cleaning those cartoon-themed cups properly for some absurdly fancy hot chocolate you had brought back from your family vacation. He was even planning on making another case for not wasting it on him, but, of course, his attention strayed easily when you were in his bed.

When his gaze finally fell on you, a lazy smile quirked up one side of his mouth. The handles of the mugs hung off the curl of his fingers which rested against his hips now as he took in the sight of you. He tilted his head to put it at the same angle as yours, his favorite pillow in your arms. You were an unbelievably endearing sight. The love that filled him was fluttery and overwhelming.

“And who said you could hold my favorite pillow?” He teased, sauntering over to the bed.

“I made it,” you scoffed with a smile.

He hums lazily in response, that crooked grin still hanging around as he shoved at the clutter on his bedside table. He picked up a small notebook, brow furrowed as he observed it only to haphazardly toss it towards his dresser to make more room. It was that or your tub of Betty Crocker, and he knew better.

You stared at his forearms, drinking in the movement of the musculature underneath. The warmth of his bedside lamp made it even better to watch the lines and curves of his tattoos beneath its comforting, golden light. How could something so simple be so beautiful? Your focus then trailed to the perfect structure of his hands as the mugs slid down his fingers. The ceramic cups clinked against the surface of the old table.

“I think as the creator, I have some right to hold it too,” you continued to make your case while he crawled into bed with you, giving you that subtle mischievous look he always got when he was toying with you.

His strong arms wrapped around you to secure you closer to him.

“I worked very hard on it, y’know.”

Eddie let out an “Is that right?” kind of sound, the texture of his jeans scratching against the bedding. He pulled you into him with such a desperate need to squish you as close as possible as if he thought you might be leaving soon. Those brown curls tickled your jaw while he nuzzled the side of your neck, audibly breathing you in.

“And it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to embroider all that Dungeons and—”

He finally pulled back to cut you off, smushing his face against yours in a way that made you giggle. Eddie’s kisses were always lazy and sloppy this late at night, but you loved them that way. His lips were warm albeit a bit rough from all the anxious biting that he abused them with. A pleased hum left him and vibrated deep in his throat, his large hands encasing the sides of your face and his fingers tangling in your hair. His rings would probably tug a strand or two when he pulled them away, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

The way your body relaxed reassured him, and he slid his arms down to pull you in again so your stomach could be flat against his own. Then, he let out a small chuckle when he had to separate from you to pluck the throw pillow out from between you. Eddie placed it elsewhere with emphasized tenderness while you stared at those ruddy lips that you missed already.

“Pillow was in the way,” he murmured in a low tone, kissing you back as you pulled him in for a few more pecks.

“And here I was thinking you were starting to love it more than me.”

“Aw, now don’t be like that. You know that’s not true,” Eddie drawled, grinning over that unconvincing little pout you gave him.

He sat back on his legs to move the bedding out of his way, then pulled you forward by your thighs which he readily settled in between. There was nothing he wanted more than to be thoroughly pressed against you. It wasn’t even about sex, at least not always. He just loved the feeling of you being so close to him. The softness of your stomach against his taut abdomen. The plushness of your chest pressed against the flat planes of his own. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the way your bodies fit together too, but he’d melt into you if he could.

Eddie was the type to lean into you while you were walking together, ending up so close that his wallet chain would keep bumping against you. He always sought out your hand to hold or your shoulders for him to drape his arm across (which of course always ended up with him folding you into him so your face would press against a Hellfire symbol or band name, and he could settle his chin on the top of your head). 

“I don’t think I believe you.”

You crossed your arms, failing to keep up with your façade, especially with that smile and those dimples.

“Well then, my dramatic lil lady,” He spoke with that same theatrical cadence that he used during campaigns, his brow furrowed with determination. You groaned over the incoming mawkishness, rolling your gaze up to the ceiling and smiling to the point that the apples of your cheeks ached.

“I suppose I must convince you.”

His hand settled on the side of your neck, thumb brushing against the center of your throat as he dipped down for another kiss.

“You’re so corny,” you laughed against his lips. 

“And you… taste like vanilla,” he sighed, laughing with you after.

“Mm, well, that is the work of Ms. Betty Crocker,” you smiled up at him, gently tapping his nose. “Speaking of…”

Eddie groaned, mentally cursing himself for even bringing it up as you squirmed out from underneath him to grab the container from behind the abandoned mugs. He watched you intently while you sucked a scoop of frosting off your finger. When you met his gaze, he gave you a cheeky grin that he failed to conceal by biting his lip and then wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You’re a child,” you snorted, reaching out to tap some frosting onto the tip of his nose.

“And you’re devastating,” he countered in a voice so sickeningly saccharine with love that you wiped the frosting right back off. He caught your hand and sucked the sugar from the pad of your thumb before you could fully pull back.

“Who knew the local bad boy could be such a softie,” you teased softly, scooping some more frosting to feed it to him. Eddie playfully bit down just enough to make you laugh.

“I believe you mean ‘the local freak.’”

“Mm, tomato, tomahto,” you shrugged, lapping up some more frosting off your finger. His rich umber eyes seemed to glitter in the dull lighting, his pupils dilating. You looked up at him through your lashes when you felt his stare.

“We’re gonna have a problem if you keep doing that,” Eddie’s voice was rough even as he smiled over you.

“What?” you laughed, full of faux innocence. He just smirked. “No, what?”

“You know what.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you shrug, going to scoop some more frosting out when he snags the tub from you.

“Wh— hey!”

You already missed his warmth when he sank back onto folded legs, dipping his forefinger into the tub.

“You’re gonna get your rings all sticky,”

You blushed when that made him cackle, but you at least got the comfort of his body again as he hunched over you. His smile was tangible against the side of your neck, his hair tickling you again.

“Not the only thing that—”

“Eddie, shu-u-ush,” you laughed, and he flattened himself on top of you again, leaving tacky, sugary kisses on your neck while you pried the vanilla frosting from his hand. He gave up on keeping it from you, happy to have a free hand again to seek out your waist with.

Holding the container with one hand, you arched your other arm over him to scoop just one more—you swore just one more! —fingertip of frosting, but he was pulling back before you could even dip into it.

“Gimme that—”

“So rude taking things from me today,” you tutted, watching with a pout as he fed himself some of your treat.

“Have to have you all to myself,” he mimicked some toxic-alpha-dude-type bravado, but he couldn’t even get through it without chuckling at the end.

Eddie prodded at the dwindling supply of Betty Crocker’s then tossed the container back onto his bedside table. But you reached out to catch his wrist and brought his index finger to your mouth before he could bring it to his own.

He groaned, leaning onto one elbow while he gawked at you. His full lips parted at the sight of you, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you sucked on his finger. Damn.

“You never play fair.”

“And you like that,” you stated proudly once he slid his finger back out of your mouth.

“Course I do,” he grunted, sliding the pad of his thumb over your lower lip. “May have taken a few attempts to graduate, but I’m not that dumb.”

Your following giggle was breathy and fleeting as you sunk into the tension filling the room. You took in the growing heat in his gaze that tracked his thumb while it hooked your bottom lip. He mimicked opening his own mouth as you did so without even being asked, making him smile and drag his tongue over his lip. He slid his pointer finger down your tongue again, letting it trail down until he was holding your chin between his curled finger and thumb. Keeping your chin down and lips parted, he leaned in. The kiss was firmer—more determined—and desperate. He was putting every ounce of his desire into you, and this time you were the one melting. You felt like you were sinking deeper into that old mattress, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him with you.

[bennyden]

User hamatoanne's fic plagiarism

Hello, I’m the author of The Android, an AO3 Robot OC x Reader fic that was plagiarized by hamatoanne on Tumblr in her Aemond x Reader story, System Error. You can read my AO3 post for more info about the issue. As you can tell by the timestamps on AO3 and the screenshots of her now-deleted story, mine was posted months before hers. I didn’t want to make this public, but it appears Anne has not learned her lesson and is grasping at straws to keep her readers in the dark. She’s been deleting her stories to hide evidence of her plagiarism. I think you deserve to know who your beloved writer gets her words from.

I don’t know this fandom, but I’ve heard you guys can get pretty crazy. Control yourselves. The only one who needs to take responsibility is Anne. Don’t send hate to her mutuals. Don’t send hate to her followers. Don’t stalk or harass or dox anyone. Read through this post and form your opinion.

First bunch of screenshots: A side-by-side comparison of her story (now deleted) and mine (still up and linked above). I took screenshots in advance in case something like this happened so I’d have proof if I needed it. I decided to compare the first chapter of my fic with the first part of hers. I could do the whole thing, but I’m a busy college student and I think just a quick skim of the pictures below is enough for people to see the extent of her plagiarism. 

I have screenshots of her entire post, but I don’t want to make this too long to scroll through and Tumblr posts cap at 30 pictures. I’m assuming some of you have already read her story multiple times, so you’re familiar with the words. If you haven’t, then I should warn you that the fic that she plagiarized is very not SFW. I’ll let you know where the not SFW content starts so you can skip it. 

On the left is my story. On the right is what Anne posted (and took down).

Not SFW content starts here. 

Not SFW content over.

Finally, I DM’ed her. This was just before I posted to The Android on AO3 about the situation. To summarize, I wrote about how I would go about the situation and how hurt I was about a bigger creator stealing from me. I admit, I was too kind and too much of a pushover. I just wanted things to go quietly. She later replied with this and deleted her fic immediately. 

“I was completely stupid for not giving your credit” Why do they always play dumb? You copy that much and can’t even think to put my name there? You credit the artist but not the person who basically wrote your whole story? The story that gave you over 3k notes, so much more clout than any of your other stories has earned you? Total BS.

“I had every intention of giving credit where it was due…But I forgot” Right. Sure. Of course. If she felt guilty about plagiarizing, she would not be so shameless to accept praise like she did. I have examples of where she happily thanked people for complimenting "her work”, but didn’t want to bring other blogs into this, especially since they were none the wiser to her plagiarism. Ironically enough, someone even gifted her a badge for being a good writer the day she replied to my DM. She tagged that post “#a breath of fresh air on a horrible day”. I wonder why her day was horrible. Whoever gifted her that badge deserves their money back.

My thoughts when approaching her DMs were:

If she wants to keep up the story? Fine, just edit the post to say that it was heavily influenced by my story and leave a link to the original. I don’t mind. The readers will see that, click my story, compare the two, and think, “Hey, that’s not just inspiration! She plagiarized!” and her downfall would start from there without me having to do anything.

If she ignored me and didn’t fulfill that request, i would take matters into my own hands and expose her on her own post. Even more damaging.

In the end, she chose to delete the post entirely, getting rid of the evidence and her clout. I actually didn’t expect this outcome since I thought she’d like the clout too much, but I guess she decided this route would be the least damaging to her reputation. Everything was swept under the rug for now. 

And like a fool, I said thanks and went on with my life. But I decided to keep track of her. Because while I was too cowardly to do anything, I knew there would always be someone in the crowd who would take action. And it seems like people did. 

After reading the supportive comments from readers of my fic, I started to regret how lightly I handled it. I wanted to be mature even though I wanted her entire blog to fall and her reputation taken away. But I didn’t want to be a “bad person”. I wondered if I should keep pursuing the issue. I realized that my overly-people-pleasing behavior might lead her to continue her ways. I decided to speak out because others might’ve had their works taken by her and that my silence wasn’t helping. 

Next is her post, now deleted (I wonder why), about how she’s been so sad and how she’s going to be deleting her old stories and starting over. I’m likely not the only one she’s plagiarized from if she’s deleting other stories. At the time, I only saw supportive replies and reblogs on it, but maybe she deleted it after people started calling her out? Idk.

She’s playing the victim game pretty hard. Acting as a kind underdog even though she’s the big creator who stole from a nobody like me. I know I said on my AO3 update that people shouldn’t send hate to her (and even censored her name after she deleted her story) but I guess I’m a little happy that people sought to call her out on her shit. I wish I was as brave. 

Later, a nice person (we’ll call her Bob because she asked to remain anonymous) DM’ed me directly with a kind message. After seeing this, I decided I should take action and expose all of this since Anne obviously hasn’t learned and wants to keep it all hidden. Bob confirmed that I’m not the only victim of Anne’s plagiarism either.

Bob asked that I not use screenshots of our DM’s so here is a transcription of the important parts:

“Hey! I just found out that one of your fics had been plagiarized by someone in the HOTD community. First of all, I am tremendously sorry that happened…”

(For Bob’s privacy, I won’t explain her relation to Anne. Just know that Anne has refused to message her back).

“I definitely think you should make a blog post. with side by side comparison. I am still completely gobsmacked that she pilfered your entire story word for word and changed a few things. We found evidence that she had plagiarized multiple stories. Not just yours. We found out her mermaid!aemond fic was entirely stolen as well as a few others. She has quietly deleted them and hasn't spoken on them since.”

“We surmised that she takes ‘underrated’ fics from different fandoms and changes the name and that's it. It's almost like she believed that stealing from other fandoms was going to draw less attention than stealing directly from the HOTD fandom.”

So if you noticed that one of your favorite Aemond fics is gone, now you know why.

‘But benny, she still wrote her own sentences and just changed it around to fit aemond!’

Fanfiction is transformative. You know what the source material is and who created it. You know you’re not reading a copied and pasted text with maybe some words and sentences switched around. This wasn’t fanfic. According to Google, plagiarism is defined as, “the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own.” (See what I did there? I credited Google. Is it so hard to give credit where credit is due?) She copied people's work, didn't give credit to the source material, and claimed it as her own. That's plagiarism.

I wouldn’t have had a problem if she properly credited me and linked the original story. I wouldn’t have had a problem if she didn’t blatantly copy and paste the entire text and premise. I wouldn’t even require getting permission to write a story based on my fic if she had satisfied those conditions.

She’s a 27-year-old grown-ass woman with enough free time to simp over some blond guy with an eyepatch. I’m a 21-year-old college student who only posts fics during the summer and winter because that’s when school’s on break. I’m too busy writing lab reports and essays to be an active writer online. The fact that she can disrespect smaller writers so tremendously should not be acceptable. The fact that she also deceived her devoted readers and friends about her "works" is also unacceptable.

What can you do about this? To be honest, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had to deal with this before. I want to be a good person and say, “Don’t send any hate to Anne, don’t harass her. Just unfollow her and stop supporting her.” But that obviously hasn’t taught her anything. She’ll just make a half-assed apology, maybe go on hiatus, maybe disappear, and then pop up again under another name to steal from another creator. If you have any ideas on how to deal with this, please tell us. 

She can try to block me or delete her posts, but the evidence is out and the damage is done. Anything she does to hide this mess will only make it worse for her. I’d appreciate people bringing more awareness to this issue, especially if it can reach the eyes of others she’s taken from. 

Thanks for reading.

[lincolndjarin]

ride cowgirl! ★ (agent whiskey x reader)

(18+ mdni) pairings : agent whiskey x afab!reader summary : you like to make bets with your coworker for simple things, what happens when he decides he wants to raise the stakes? warnings & tags : no use of y/n, smut, sort of dubcon there's reluctance but everything is consensual, porn with plot, this ended up actually being mostly plot lmao, p in v sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, light bondage, use of restraints, fully clothed sex, pet names, size kink, praise, whiskey big dick truther word count : 2.3k a/n : first new fic post on the new blog!!! I had so much fun with this thank you so much to the person who requested it !! one of my google forms anon requests was for anything whiskey!! (I put the request at the end) this was the direction I went in >:) this was meant to be a drabble but I got carried away immediately. enjoy!! (this was edited super fast bc i'm tired after work lmao, so apologies for any mistakes)

It was a stupid deal. 

And you never should have made it. 

Of course it’s a little late for that now, when he’s already tying your hands behind your back with his ridiculous flask belt. 

“This wasn’t a part of the original agreement.” You grumble as he pulls the leather tight. That smug smile on his face. 

“You said, anyway I wanted it. This is how I want it.” He leans back against the headboard to admire his work. His eyes focused on the way your chest pushes out now with your arms forced behind you until you cough to get his attention. He takes his time before letting his eyes crawl back up to your face, still grinning ear to ear. 

“Can we just get this over with?” You groan. 

“Oh come on, gorgeous.” He’s loosening his tie, his smile never falters. “I already told you we don’t have to do this. I’ve offered you several outs and you keep turning them down. Besides,” He flashes his teeth at you in a toothy grin. “it’s no fun for me if you don’t want it.” 

That’s exactly what he’d said when you’d made this deal a week ago. 

“I think I want your hat.” You said rather confidently. The two of you had a long standing rivalry. You were placing bets nearly every week at this point. The winner was whoever had the most successful missions. It had started off simple. The loser has to take the other out to dinner, or pay for drinks after a night out. 

After a few months of that you’d gone out with Whiskey more times then you’d gone on any dates. 

Then you decided to raise the stakes. 

The other person's paycheck that week, a piece of tech the other had, at one point your mothers phone number was on the line. (Thankfully that week you had won.)

This week you were feeling lucky. So you pointed at his cowboy hat, he was never seen without. 

“If I win I want your hat.” You cock your head to the side, smirking. 

“You have a hat already.” He was typing up a mission report, you had come in as you always did on Monday mornings. 

“Nice observation agent, how’d you figure that out?” You took a pen from the mug on his desk, rapidly clicking it in an attempt to get under his skin. “That doesn’t change my mind, I don’t want my hat. I want yours.”

He sighs in irritation, taking the pen from you and moving the mug to the other side of his computer. 

“And if you win you can have mine.” You flick the rin of his hat as you say it and he finally turns to glare at you. 

“I don’t want your hat, I already have a hat.” 

“Someone’s in a bad mood today.” You whisper theatrically as he turns back to his work. 

“I’ve got a lot of paperwork to get through darlin’ so let’s hurry this up.” 

“I already told you. I want your hat, if you don’t want mine then pick something else.” 

He turns in his desk chair completely to face you now. Annoyance visible on his face. 

“If I win, then you wear my hat.” As he speaks he cracks the first smile you’ve seen on him all morning. 

“You aren’t making any sense, are you still waking up? Do you want me to go get you some coffee?” You laugh but he leans forward. Even though you were up on the desk and he was in his chair he was still nearly face to face with you. 

“Darlin’ you can be so cute sometimes.” You have no idea what he means but his voice has a condescending tone that makes you scowl. 

“Stop being coy and just clarify.” His first signs of a smile turn into a full blown grin. 

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” He whispers, you’re about to slap him for making such a crass joke but he looks completely serious. 

“That’s not funny. What do you really want?” You pray he doesn’t see the goosebumps on your arms at his words, you spend so much time with him yet he’s never made a pass at you. You’ve watched him hit on countless women these last few months but he’s never turned his attention towards you quite like this. 

“I told you. You win, you get my hat. I win, you wear it.” He has to be messing with you. You want to believe that he’s just trying to push your buttons but you know purely based on the way he looks at you that he couldn’t be more serious. 

It’s an insane offer. But it’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Who wouldn’t be curious about what he must whisper to get women to come home with him, what he must promise them. 

Stop. You can’t seriously be considering this. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously I’m not doing that.” You get up to leave. Embarrassed by the entire situation. 

“You win, you get my hat and the Bronco. I win, you wear the hat.” You’re already walking out when he says it and you stumble a bit before turning back to stare at him slack jawed. 

“You’d give me your car?” The disbelief in your tone is palpable. 

“If you won.”

And you just couldn’t say no. It was too good of an offer. 

So you set up ground rules. 

You wanted your clothes to stay on, at least as much as possible for the situation. Which he agreed to, so long as the two of you did it “how ever he wanted.” You didn’t realize until much later what that entailed. And of course there was the fact that he wanted you to enjoy it. An odd request all things considered, but he said it was important to him that you had a good time. 

“It's no fun for me if you don’t want it.” 

He had insisted that if you weren’t into it that he would stop, especially if he thought you were faking it. 

Once everything was decided the two of you shook hands. 

And then, by some cruel trick of fate, you had fumbled not one, not two, not even three, but all of your missions that week. A feat that has never happened to you in the entire history of your employment with Statesman. 

So that’s how you ended up like this. 

Fully clothed other than your discarded panties, straddling your most annoying coworker, who’s sitting underneath you, dressed the same as always except his pants are unzipped, with his belt around your wrists. 

“Just let me know when you’re ready darlin’, take your time. I can wait all night, I've got nothing else planned.” 

You could tell him no. You should. You just don't want to.

The second you did he would take the belt off your wrists, hand you your panties (the ones you pretended you didn’t see him shove in his pocket when you threw them on the bed,) and send you on your way. And he’d do it all with a smile. 

Of course you can’t let that happen, that would just mean that he’s won, again. 

He wouldn’t even tell anyone, not that anyone knew about the deal to begin with. But he’d never tease you for bailing, he’d just make you live with the knowledge that you bit off more than you could chew. 

And worst of all, if you had won, you know for a fact that he would have handed over the keys to his car with zero hesitation. 

So you roll your eyes and nod. 

He clicks his tongue, leaning forward, his hands rub your thighs, pushing your skirt up further. 

“Tell me you want it sweetheart.” He taunts, making you sigh loudly. 

It’s not that you don’t want it. God knows you want it. You crave it. But you can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“I want it.” You say, almost comically emotionless which has him frowning, sitting up straighter. 

“Let’s just call it. You clearly don’t, and I’m not interested in an unenthusiastic partner.” He begins to lift you off of his hips but you push against him, properly sitting yourself in his lap. 

“Give me a second, Jesus. I’m not even warmed up, just- I need a minute. We’re doing this.” There’s a determination in your voice that stops his efforts.

There are a few seconds of silence before he speaks again. 

“Do you want me to… warm you up?” It’s the first time he’s dropped the cocky facade since you started this ordeal. 

“No. I think I’m okay. Let’s do this.” You nod a few times, almost like you’re hyping yourself up. The two of you hadn’t factored in a lot of the logistical details of this deal, more specifically foreplay. 

As he pulls himself out of his jeans you’re starting to wish that you had. He isn’t even completely hard yet and you aren’t entirely sure how you’re going to take all of it. 

He unceremoniously spits into his hand before gripping himself at the base, steadily stroking himself. 

It’s like he’s a porn star and you’ve got front row seats to a private show. 

You’re close enough that when he leans forward, softly grunting, his face brushes against yours. His cock becoming fully erect in his hand, you hope he doesn’t hear you gulp. 

As he jerks himself off, his free hand reaches up, removing his hat before placing it onto your head. It’s a little too big for you so it tilts to one side. He gives you a lopsided grin before picking up his pace. You watch with wide eyes. 

He’s too big. 

In every way possible. 

He’s too long, he’s too thick, he’s simply too much. 

And you can’t tell him that. He’s smug enough as is, if you say “actually nevermind. you’re dick’s too big I couldn’t possibly fuck you.” he’ll be even more insufferable than he already is. But much to your chagrin he already knows what you’re thinking. 

“You still sure you don’t want me to warm you up?” His nerves are clearly gone as he chuckles before hissing through his teeth. His thumb brushes over his pink, weeping tip. 

“I’m fine. Ready when you are.” Not true. 

“Maybe I could free your wrists. You can do it yourself if you don’t want me to do it.” He’s reaching behind you and you once again halt his efforts. 

“No. We’re doing this your way.” 

You’re certainly overestimating your abilities, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

You scoot forward in his lap until his cock is resting between your thighs. You sit up on your knees and he lines himself up at your entrance. 

“Last chance to back out, sugar.” With that final taunt from him you sink down onto him without warning. Barely taking more than an inch before you drop your chin to your chest so he can’t see your face as he simultaneously leans back to rest against the headboard once more. 

It feels like he’s splitting you in half. 

His hands return to your thighs. His palms splayed against you as his thumbs rub comforting circles against your flesh. 

The sting is all you can think of but buried beneath it all is a heat that threatens to consume you. 

You lift your head to look at him. He’s lost a bit of his bravado as he runs his fingers through his hair. You don’t give him (or yourself to be fair) a chance to adjust. You have a desperate need to watch him unravel despite the ache between your legs. 

You take a deep breath before you take nearly half of him in one rock of your hips. 

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the heat in your stomach is bubbling over as you let out a moan you’ve never heard from yourself before. His grip on your thighs is tight enough now that you’re certain you’ll have to wear a longer skirt tomorrow. 

“Christ darlin’.” He stutters out, his eyes are squeezed shut and you couldn’t be more proud. 

“Is this enthusiastic enough for you?” You manage to grunt out between your small gasps. 

He mumbles something that sounds like a yes.

You have to wait longer this time before moving again, you wait until the pain eases itself away and is replaced with that heat you’ve been pursuing. Only then do you try taking more of him, you don’t manage all of it but you take most of him after a bit of effort. The entire time his eyes are trained on you, a look of admiration on his face. 

“You are something else, gorgeous.” He whispers.

His low drawl shoots straight to your core and god you’re sure he knows it. He whimpers when your walls clench around him.

You haven’t even started properly riding him and you’re close. 

The way he fills you has you seeing stars. You would love to try and banter with him right now, tease him, but you’re too far gone. Too focused on the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips as he lets out a soft whine before squeezing your hips.

“Let me touch you, please.” He mutters breathlessly.

You aren’t one to deny good southern manners. 

You give him a nod and he wastes no time as he rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers frantically, like he’s trying to make you cum as fast as possible. You’re confused as to why for only a moment because your climax approaches so rapidly it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Your hips stutter as you sit, finally fully impaled on his length, in an instant your vision is a searing hot white. His hat tilts forward on your head, briefly covering your eyes. You’re left breathless in his lap, when you come down from your high he’s grinning at you.

“I win again darlin’.” 

You groan as you recall the conversation you’d had right before he had tied your hands behind your back. 

“If I finish first you can have my hat, if you do, then I get to finish inside you.” 

“Absolutely not.”

“If I finish first you can have the Bronco.”

“...Fine.”

a/n : requester ily, thank youuu

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

The strongest shape.

PT2.

Ghost x Reader (y/n) x Soap.

Corporal Y/N Sanderson, alias Kamikaze. Yes, you're the young sibling of Gary 'Roach' Sanderson, you loved your brother, he was the best, you learned a lot from him, that's how you ended up in the army to feel a connection with your brother again. But you weren't expecting to find love on the way.

Warning: long and perhaps a bad story, the images are not mine credits of them to whoever they belong to, includes a lot of grammatical and spelling errors.

Daddy Tumblr hates me or something because every time I work on something that I previously saved, it's posted after I edited it! I haven't finished yet, chill out man!

Anyway, leave a heart ❤️ if you liked it. XOXO.

Press here to read Part 1

It was early in the morning, really early; Simon gives a walk and smokes a cigarette before everybody starts the day, he likes the silence around the base, it's peaceful.

But today, he's not the only one awake. He's opening the principal door when you pass in front of him, you haven't noticed him, you're running too focused on the way, the headphones are in the maximum volume, so it's impossible to notice the big boy standing there.

Simon prefers it in that way, he can observe you,he noticed you had strange bracelets on your ankles and two others on your wrists, what are those things? He can ask you directly but he's a little bit shy. He's simply standing there, smoking and watching you, the way your hair moves, the way you breath and that look you have, very determined, he likes that, you wake up before everybody else, definitely you want to be here, you want to show that you belong here.

You stop in the middle of the way, how long has he been there observing you? You sigh and walk to him, you notice his body getting tense.

- Good Morning, Sir.

- Morning.

That's all? You smile at him in a friendly but somehow respectful way.

- Giving a morning walk before starting the training?

- Yes.

Uncomfortable silence filling the air, maybe it's time to say goodbye and pretend nothing happened.

- What's that on your wrists and ankles?

He pointed to your bracelets. He's very observant.

- Oh, hmm this is a bracelet with weight, you know since I'm not very muscular I have to win strength somehow, so I use them to that.

- hmmm... It's working I suppose.

- it is, I'm registering my time and km, I'm getting better. In case I have to run with a teammate over my shoulders I want to be as fast as possible to save us.

Once again, Simon stays in silence, so for you it's a signal to leave him alone.

- Well, it has been nice to talk a little with you Lt., I'll see you later.

You haven't realized what you did, but while you were saying goodbye you give little pats on Ghost shoulder. It's only until you're inside the building that you thought about your last interaction with that big man, after that you prayed for him having mercy on you and not think you were disrespectful.

But Simon felt something really strange, he wasn't angry, he was confused, your touch sent a warm feeling to his chest that quickly traveled to his stomach, he shivered, he tried to continue his morning ritual avoiding the thought of your voice and the feeling of your hand on his shoulder.

Running through the whole base trying to find the hall you collided with someone.

- Fuck, sorry... I'm late

- Just like Roach...

You stopped and looked back at the person you collided with. Soap's smile is hypnotizing you for a second, then your back to reality.

- I'm really sorry sir...

- Stop there! Don't be so polite Y/N, call me Soap or Johnny if you feel comfortable with it. Where are you going?

- I'm late for... breakfast...? I don't know where It is.

- I'm on the way too, we can go together if you don't mind.

- That would be great, thanks Sir... I mean Johnny.

You offer a kind and warm smile, fuck, Johnny never felt nervous around someone, he's always the one who just needs to smile to obtain whatever he wants, but with you he felt the red painting his cheeks.

- Alright, let's go Sanderson...

A walk full of silence, the last thing you need when you're nervous/ anxious. Soap notice you're biting your nails, he does it too but not in public, he knows what that means.

- So, Y/N, why you weren't with the rest of your teammates? I bet they already ate all they could find in the hall.

- Ah well, I run before the whole routine, it helps me to clear my mind, when I went back to the dorms no one was there so... Yeah probably I won't find anything but the crumbs of the breakfast.

Both laughed, the rest of the walk was a silly conversation about the food, once you're there he goes to his friends and you go to Foxy, lucky you, Foxy saved a plate for you.

Today, after that not so bad meal, you and your teammates are sparring, Gaz is showing you some movements, giving you warnings and advice about the hand to hand combat.

McNabb is one of the biggest opponents, he's muscular but slow. He barely moves, you've been observing him, he doesn't move to waste energy, he just lets the opponent approach and then hits to knock down.

Price, Ghost and Soap are just observing all of you while Gaz talks and interacts with all of you.

McNabb definitely is in the zone, he feels powerful.

«OH YEAH BABY! COME ON! WHO'S THE NEXT? I WILL BEAT Y'ALL!»

- Can I be the next?

Suddenly all eyes are on you, Soap is ready to say no, he's clearly confused, are you insane? Why would you want to fight against that giant? But Price just stops him, putting his hand over his chest and neglecting with the head, meanwhile, Ghost's eyes are full of terror, you're so small, he's sure you will be sent to the emergency room at the first chance.

Gaz doesn't say a word, he simply nods but you can see it too, he's worried. Some of your companions whispered and talked about you, you try to avoid the anxiety that is trying to invade you. Foxy as always has a bright and proud smile for you, that always sends you a boost of bravery.

- Kamikaze, I can see why that codename, this will be a suicidal mission for you. But I have a better nickname for you, Noodle!

He laughs scandalously, you don't pay attention to the comment. You have been observing him, you have to be sure and be smarter than him, it can be easy.

- Alright big boy, less talk and more hits.

Before he can process your words you give him a quick punch on his right cheek, he doesn't understand why he couldn't see that coming.

He doesn't move yet, so you continue hitting and provoking him, after some failed punches to you he starts to move. Of course you already received some punches, and there's some blood coming out of your mouth and nose, but you learned something, his strength is not as you thought, you confirm he's slow so your advantage is your speed.

The room is in silence, the only sound is you and McNabb breathing, some bad words and the sound of punches. The giant is finally exhausted and clearly frustrated, for you that's the signal you've been waiting for. McNabb runs to you, you avoid his last punch while you stunning him with your palms colliding in his ears, he steps back and that's when you use all your strength and gives him a final kick on his chest, he loses his balance and falls on the floor, he's not unconscious but definitely exhausted.

You offered him your hand to help him to stand up meanwhile, Ghost and Soap exhale with relief, you survived.

Price looked at these men with an undescribable look and simply says to them.

- And That's why Kamikaze ended up here.

Some applause and comments about how everybody thought you wouldn't make it, everyone except for Foxy, the only person aware of your capacities.

By the end of the day, you decided to not join for dinner, you were out, taking some air. But you missed the small interview or interrogation that the 141 made to your comrades.

- So... Rivers, tell me, Why or how Sanderson won that codename?

- Please call me Foxy, Sir. And it's a long story, I would prefer if you hear it directly from Kamikaze.

-Give us your version of what happened that day Foxy...

- Alright, the resume or the short version is that Y/N risked all to save me and another friend. It supposed it would be a very easy mission for our unit full of rookies but everything went wrong. Our sergeant ordered Y/N to explode the building with me and our friend inside, we were captured, But... Sanderson decided to save us, fighting against a man a little bit smaller than McNabb. Sanderson received a bullet on the shoulder, some injuries but survived and saved us and on the way did what the sergeant wanted, the building and all the evidence exploded, we survived except for O'Brien, our friend, he didn't make it, but that didn't stop Y/N, who carried O'Brien with us until we arrived to the rendezvous, once at the base y/n went directly prosecuted but obviously, the case ended well for Sanderson because is here and didn't lose the job.

- Definitely, Sanderson loves the danger...

- indeed, that's why I gave that codename... Sanderson would give is own life just to save the world, not many people would do that, just crazy people like my dear, Kamikaze.

Price didn't say anything, he already knows the story, he read the report about it, but the other three men were in silence, Gaz quickly filled that silence changing the conversation and talking about the observations he had for Foxy and some other guys.

But Soap and Ghost, in a strange unspoken conversation agreed once again that you're more than what you let them see. Just like Roach, you wouldn't let a man behind, no without use up every opportunity to save him first.

Ghost found out the connection of your desire of being fastest and strongest. He knows the feeling of losing people you care about and the eternal desire to go back in time to make everything different to save them. Soap feels more intrigued by you, what more do you hide? You're fascinating, you're beautiful, you have courage, you're smart, what else? He needs more of you.

Both want more of you.

[fluentmoviequoter]

hi! could you write a one shot with Dalton Lambert x reader, please <33 maybe he can't sleep so reader helps him by sleeping with him and both of them have a crush on each other, thank you!!

A Soporific Relationship

Thank you so much for this request; it is my first one and such a cute idea! I hope I did it justice and Dalton isn't too OOC. This is edited and proofread, but please let me know if I missed anything or if there's a specific part you like! Thanks for reading and enjoy! :) 1.1k+ words, no warnings that I know of!

Dalton Lambert was no stranger to sleepless nights. During one of his first sleepless nights at college, he met you. You saw someone walking through the courtyard outside your dorm and started a conversation about being unable to sleep. You quickly became best friends, though your feelings didn’t stop there. Since that night, Dalton always craves your company, especially on sleepless nights like tonight. 

“I don’t even remember the last time I slept through the night. I’m exhausted, but I can’t get my brain to stop long enough to sleep, I guess,” Dalton confesses as you look at his newest drawings. 

“Dalton, have you ever tried a weighted blanket?” You ask. 

“Yeah. My mom got me one a few years ago, but it didn’t do anything but make me hot and claustrophobic.”

“Ok.” You sat on his bed and looked away from him as you asked your next question. “What about sleeping with someone else? Like sharing a bed?”

Dalton doesn’t answer, so you glance at him without turning. Rubbing the back of his neck, he clears his throat before answering. 

“No, I haven’t. Honestly, I don’t know if it’s a good idea. What if I sleepwalk and hurt you- I mean, whoever I was sleeping with?” He exhales a shaky breath as you finally turn to face him again. 

“You should try.”

“I can’t.” Dalton shakes his head as he speaks. “I wouldn’t even know who to ask, and if I-“

“Dalton,” you cut him off and place your hand over his, ignoring the burning in your skin at the contact. “I’ll stay with you.” You see his eyes widen and add a quick, “If you want.”

“I can’t risk hurting you,” Dalton states, flipping his hand to grasp yours. 

You stand, raising your free hand to push through his hair. “I trust you.” And I'm in love you, is on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow it. 

Dalton nods slowly, agreeing as he squeezes your hand. 

“Dalton? I need my hand back so I can go grab my clothes.”

“Just wear some of mine,” he says quickly before adding, “Please don’t leave.”

He pulls you by your joined hands as he pulls clothes from his dresser, handing them to you as he goes. He turns back, and you smile and bite your lip to keep from laughing at his sudden absence of common sense. 

“I need to change,” you inform with a gentle smile. “Can I have my hand and a minute of privacy?”

“Of course. Sorry.”

Dalton steps outside the door while you change, grabbing your hand again as soon as you open the door after changing. His gaze catches on your body in his clothes, a sight he could get used to. He attempts to shake those thoughts from his head; you agreed to stay as his friend, and he can ignore his feelings for a night. Right?

“This is going to be a tight fit, so you get comfortable first and then tell me where you want me?” you suggest as he plugs his nightlight in. 

“Um- why don’t you get in first, against the wall? Just in case anything happens.”

“Ok.”

You crawl under the covers and settle on your side, with your back to the wall. Raising your arm, you invite Dalton to join you. He lies down, stiff as your arm settles over him. Shifting, he ends up face-to-face with you. 

“You need to relax. You’re never going to be able to sleep this tense. It’s just me,” you say gently. 

“I don’t know if I can.”

“That's fine. So we know weight makes you claustrophobic, but what if we,” you trail off as you move your arm to rest on Dalton’s side, encouraging him to wrap his arm around you. 

Your movements force your chest against Dalton’s, and the feeling of your steady heartbeat makes his heart speed up - the opposite of your desired effect. His emotions wake up again, and he realizes how he truly feels. Usually, his brain shows him insidious images while he tries to sleep, but tonight all he can think about is you and how much he loves you. 

“Do you think you can go to sleep?” You ask. 

Dalton doesn’t answer, so you pull back to look at him. You see his eyes are closed, and his face is relaxed, smiling as you realize he’s already sleeping. He unconsciously pulls you closer and drops his head toward your shoulder, the last thing you feel before you fall asleep. 

The next morning, you can’t believe your luck when you wake up before Dalton. You’ve never seen him look so peaceful, so relaxed, so close. As you lay there in silence, you set out to memorize every detail of his face. Committed to your mission, you don’t realize how much time has passed, but you feel Dalton’s grip tighten on you momentarily before his eyes flutter open.

“Are you ok?” He asks as his eyes meet yours. 

“I am. Are you?” You respond. 

“I have to tell you something.” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “I don’t have insomnia. Not exactly. I can astral project, or that’s what I think happens. But the realm, dimension, whatever the place I go to is - it’s dangerous. I see things and people that aren’t there, and I think it’s getting worse because now they’re attacking people here, in the real world. And as much as I like sharing a bed with you and being with you, I can’t. The thought of losing you, those things hurting you, or me doing something to you is too much to handle. Especially when you make me feel-“

You’re paying attention, you swear you are, but when he starts expressing how scared he is of something happening to you and his arms are tightening around your waist, you can’t help it. Your lips are on his before you even think about moving. He freezes, and you start to pull back, apology ready to spill out before he pulls you back in. 

“I like you,” you mumble into his mouth as he kisses you again.

“I like you too. ‘S why I can’t lose you,” Dalton responds before deepening the kiss. 

You distantly acknowledge the sound of a door opening, but Chris’ scream keeps your attention. 

“Finally!!” She yells before sitting on the bed across from Dalton’s and launching into a speech about how she knew and how cute you are together. 

“Next time, we’re staying in my room,” you mumble as you move your face into the crook of Dalton’s neck. 

“And taking her key,” Dalton adds as he ducks his head to capture your lips again, raising one arm to show Chris the way to the door, maybe with his whole hand, maybe with just one finger. All that matters to you is the boy beside you. 

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Obey Me! Older Demon Brothers With an MC Who Gives Punches When Surprised

A/N: Ayo! I'm back with another hc that's living rent-free inside my head. But first of all, I wanna thank you guys for supporting my first hc. I didn't expect it to receive such support when I wrote it. I feel ecstatic knowing that you guys liked it.

Now, I never really "punched" someone when they surprise the shit out of me, but I did hit someone accidentally when they scared me while watching my classmate play Granny (sorry whoever that was). It was really funny to imagine when the brothers get smacked by MC when surprised, so I decided to write this crack hc.

Another note: I got too lazy for the other brothers lol. But if you guys want I'll try to make the younger brothers' edition.

Summary: The title is self-explanatory.

Genre: Crack

CW: N/A

MASTERLIST

Younger Brothers + Diavolo & Solomon Version

Lucifer

This is very unlikely to happen but let's just say that it did happen once.

You woke up from a nightmare that night. Earlier that night, you and the other brothers decided to watch a horror movie for movie night. It was an understatement to say you were scared. You went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to calm yourself down.

Meanwhile, Lucifer, who was pulling an all-nighter to finish his work, also decided to go to the kitchen when he noticed his cup of coffee was empty.

He notices that the kitchen lights were open. He immediately assumed that it was Beel having another one of his midnight fridge raid.

Was about to shout until he saw your figure, and his anger readily subsided.

But he's curious as to why are you still awake at this ungodly hour.

He tugs your shoulder and asked.

"MC, why are you--”

His words were cut short when your fist made contact with his face.

You two stood there silently for a moment, your brain took a few seconds to process what just happened between you and the firstborn.

When you finally realized what just happened, panic quickly took over your body.

"O-oh my gosh, Luci! Are you okay?!"

He just waves it off, and he clears his throat to affirm that he is okay.

"Yes, I am fine. But I have to say, you do have some strong punches."

He will ask you to keep this incident between the two of you because it is likely that his brothers will use this to blackmail him.

Mammon

He just came from one of his money-making schemes when he saw you walking alone in the street.

What the hell is his human thinking walking alone in the street? You do realize that you're in the Devildom right? Walking alone in the street is like an offer to the lower demons that you're a free meal. But the Great Mammon won't let that happen on his watch.

He started running and when you were finally within arm's reach, he grabbed one of your shoulders to get your attention.

He was going to ask you why you were walking alone but you didn't give him a chance to when you decided to make his face into a punching bag.

Oh my Diavolo, I think he broke his nose!

He started groaning and you started panicking, saying incoherent apologies to the demon who became a victim to one of your surprised punches.

"...What the hell was that for?! Are ya tryin' to break my nose or somethin'?"

"I'm really, really sorry Mammon, it's a bad habit of mine. There are a lot of creeps back in my hometown that's why I can't walk alone on a street without being always on guard. I really didn't mean to punch you."

Why are you giving him that look?! You know he can't stay mad at you when you give him that puppy dog eyes.

Alright, fine! He'll forgive you for this, but only if you're the one who'll take care of his facial injury. Don't get him wrong though. He's not asking you to do it because he wanted to be pampered by you, okay?!

Leviathan

You were lounging on the common room couch with Levi and you were playing a horror escape game on your phone.

He was curious about the game you're playing since it's rare for you to be engrossed in one.

So he decided to look over your shoulder to peek into your screen.

Wrong move, my dude.

At the time he looked over your shoulder, the serial killer caught your character, which caused you to yeet your phone and jerk your hands away.

MC's Hands - 1 Leviathan - 0

"OH MY GOSH! I am so, so sorry! A-are you okay?!"

He's fine MC, don't worry. But his forehead isn't.

I mean, you did hit him in the forehead with your bony knuckles, which will leave a mark for a few days. But he can cover it with his bangs so it wouldn't be visible to others.

He'll make a mental note to never look over your shoulder again, especially when you're playing a horror game.

[anarchyrpbook]

FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode One Feel free to edit the sentences as you need. NSFW TW: Mentions of incest, sex, violence

“What’d they say, [name]?”

“That I’m lucky to have such a good helper like you.”

“You know, given the state of everything, I’d prefer not to if that’s alright.”

“It’s what you’re famous for.”

“He still took my money.”

“That’s grown-up stuff.”

“Is it your thumb, or mine?”

“My reproductive organs are intact, my hygiene well-maintained.”

“Feels a little tight.”

“On my wedding night, that dress got off almost as fast as [name] did.”

“Oh gosh. After ten years of cousin stuff, I’m definitely excited for the real thing.”

“I’m just excited for us to raise our kids together.”

“From that moment on, [location] was a distant memory for me.”

“Must be nerve-wracking, your [title] could be anyone.”

“It’s gunna take some time to fix.”

“[Name], I love you.”

“We all know that, [name.]”

“Messing around with your cousin, it’s all well and good for kids, but it's not a sustainable long-term sexual practice, you know.”

“Okey dokey.”

“Just so you know, this was the best day of my life.”

“Sir, please don’t make me use force.”

“Oh, geez.”

“Oh. I think I know who you are.”

“Everyone knows who I am.”

“Do they know who they are?”

“They are the product of one of life’s tricky little choices.”

“I’m going to offer you a choice.”

“You are my world.”

“You look like your [family member.]”

“You should see it sometime.”

“Maybe you should do what you do best: run and hide.”

“How’s your nose?”

“Well, I can still smell, it’s just… Mostly blood.”

“Imagine getting to put on one of those every day.”

“Wonder why they’re here.”

“We’re brainstorming here - and there’s no bad ideas in a brainstorm.”

“I’m going with you.”

“What you’re doing is insane.”

“[name], I’m not letting anyone else get hurt on my behalf.”

“Young [gender], you come back here right now.”

“Well, that didn’t work.”

“You have ambitions, don’t you?”

“I wanted it to happen, is that wrong?”

“Are you weak?”

“I don’t want to be.”

“You have anything else to say, in your defense?”

“I wanna thank you, for your guidance and for giving me a home.”

“I had no place in the world, so.”

“Do you know who did it?”

“Well, I narrowed it down to one of those assholes.”

“They asked me if it was you.”

“You’re telling me the supreme badass we’re looking for is a freaking mutant?”

“How do we know he’s not feral?”

“Why, is this an Amish production of The Count of Monty Cristo, or just the weirdest circle jerk I’ve ever been invited to?”

“Does that count, should I shoot him?”

“Would you shut the fuck up.”

“A bounty came down, a huge one. Enough to be a last score for me, and whoever’s with me.”

“Well, what makes you think I’d give a goddamn about that?”

“It ain’t where they’s running from I figured you’d be interested in. It’s where they running to.”

“Now, what the fuck would you know about where I’m from?”

“Well, that don’t sound like gratitude, do it boys?”

“Well, I tell you what, boys, whenever somebody says, they’re doing last one job, that usually means their heart’s not in it. Probably never was.”

“But for me, well, I do this shit for the love of the game.”

“You right friend about one thing, this right here, was your last job.”

“Well, you know what they say, us cowpokes, we take it as it comes.”

[monsterrae1]

✨ Inspiration Saturday✨

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @prince-buck-diaz @jesuisici33 thank you!

Hire to Kill Au took over my brain last week, but now that i'm letting that rest and rise before I put it back on the oven (editing hell) I'm gonna try to get some stuff done in the Girl dad Buck Au! Here's a moodboard and a snippet to make up for the fact that I didn't write it when I was supposed to

Kai Madison Buckley was a gorgeous baby girl, her skin was fair and slightly pinkish, her hair was a soft shade of brown, and she had a really strong pair of lungs on her.

“I think she knows she’s going home today,” The nurse said, taking the clothes Buck had brought in to change her out of the hospital onesie so he could take her home in her own clothes, “She’s been screaming for daddy since she woke up, haven’t you, sweet baby girl?”

Buck smiled, taking her from the nurse as soon as she offered the baby to him, Kai immediately settling down against him, and her screaming bubbling down to quiet sobs, before completely disappearing as she fell asleep.

“See,” the nurse said, “Safe and sound in her daddy’s arms”

Buck looked down at his sleeping baby, she looked so cute in the soft lilac onesie he had picked for her to come home, a matching purple blanket wrapped tightly around her – he had spent a good chunk of the morning watching tutorials on how to wrap a baby, and the nurse had given him her sign of approval when he did it – and felt his eyes fill with tears.

“Oh, honey, are you okay?” The nurse asked, putting her hand on his forearm. Buck nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just, she’s real, and she’s mine, and I’ve known her for two days and I already love her so much”

She smiled at him and patted his arm, “That’s parenthood”

Tagging if they wanna do this @brokenribsdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @heartbeatdiaz @cowboy-buddie @buddierights @alyxmastershipper @heartshapedvows @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @bigfootsmom @elvensorceress @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @ebdaydreamer @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @panbuckley and whoever wants to do it !

[chaos-ace]

UT AU INCORRECT QUOTES

Journey group edition (Kay, Moshie, Norman and Chace)

@glitchyk @moshieee @vexation-816

This is all for fun :]

Norman: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Chace: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

-

Chace: Accidentally indulged in too much ‘free time’, turns out I’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities.

-

Norman: I hate you with every inch of my body!

Chace: That’s not a lot of inches.

-

Chace: God is no longer with us, I’ll take over.

-

Moshie: We all have our demons.

Kay, grabbing Chace: This one’s mine!

-

Chace: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Kay: Do you make any other kind?

-

Kay, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

-

Chace: I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth

-

Kay: No thanks.

Kay: I'm god.

-

Moshie: What's the most efficient way to burn calories?

Kay: Exercise more!

Chace: Set yourself on fire.

Norman: There are two kinds of people.

-

Kay: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Chace: Go the fuck to sleep Kay.

Moshie: I wasn’t that drunk.

Kay: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.

Moshie: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

-

Chace: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Kay: But are you shuffling?

Chace: Everyday.

Norman: What language are you two speaking??

-

Moshie: *looks at Kay*

Moshie: Baby boy. Baby.

Moshie: *looks at Chace*

Moshie: Evil.

-

Norman, at Kay's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Norman, leaning over Kay′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Kay: Yeah, no shit.

-

Norman, watching Kay do something stupid: Moshie, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Moshie: Hell yeah! I'm gonna—

Norman: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

-

Moshie: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

-

Norman: You have to apologize to Kay!

Chace: Fine!

Chace: Unfuck you, or whatever!

-

Chace: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start!

Chace: I’ve killed a man, I will kill again, and it burns when I pee.

Norman, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game.

-

Chace: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?

-

Norman: I feel like Kay is looking down on me.

Chace: That’s because they’re on the counter and you’re short.

-

Kay: You read my diary?

Chace: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

-

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Moshie: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Chace: Five second rule!

Norman: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Kay: *Sobs on the floor*

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Chace: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Kay: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Moshie: if you want information it is

Norman: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

-

Kay: What is it called when you kill a friend?

Moshie: Homicide.

Norman: Murder.

Chace: Homiecide.

-

Kay: I have a bad feeling about this...

Chace: What do you mean?

Kay: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Chace: No?

Moshie: That actually explains so much.

-

Norman: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but—

Chace: Thats because your too short to do so.

Norman: ...Listen here you fucking—

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And we're done

[seconds-not-decades]

It takes place during the last episode of season three when they fight the Three Guardians. The reader begins to tangle with Reginald Hargreeves, telling him clearly that she didn't trust him and that it was his fault that Luther was dead.

Reginald begins to tell her that he knows very well what had happened before in the past of the reader and that he knew for her back, nobody understands then the dad Reginald he takes the arm of the reader and places her back to the Hargreeves and ripping her shirt off (I hate their dad 🥲) she struggles screaming then she falls to her knees, completely traumatized and Five tries to hide her whipped back.

The last guardian they didn't kill at first arrives and Five tries to protect the reader as best he can and just as Five's hand was severed the guardian steps forward to finish off Five but the reader steps between the two and the guard sticks his saber into the reader's abdomen and Five catches her as she falls as she tries to stay awake, Five begs her to keep her eyes open.

There you go I know a little sad all this 🥲😂

To Love and Protect {Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader}

Summary: Upon hearing about Luther's untimely death, you corner Sir Reginald and interrogate him, but he turns the table onto you and reveals his knowledge about your abusive past, in which Five rescues you from him. After facing off against the last guardian, fate has to choose between taking you or Five. However, you make the move first.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: Here is a very angsty part two to Books and Banter. Please feel free to reblog and comment!

Edit: We've made 132 NOTES!!! Thank you so much!💙

Requested By: The lovely @madlixxxx🎹

Word Count: 1217

Content Warning(s): Major Season 3 spoilers! Mentions of abuse, Sir Reginald being terrible as always, mini panic attack, blood, violence, scars, injury, cursing, and death.

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You couldn't believe it. Luther and Klaus were dead. And now everyone was seemingly stuck in Hotel Oblivion. You hated how it felt to be here. You felt like something was wrong. Obscurely wrong. And not just from what Diego and Lila have told everyone.

They weren't kidding when they talked about whoever cut off Diego's fingers. The guardians were horrible to fight. You, Sloane, Five, and Ben barely made it out alive. When everyone got back to the lobby, Klaus was waiting.

While everyone was fighting and conversing about their experiences against the guardians, you took it on yourself to go interrogate Sir Reginald. Your blood was boiling and you had your suspicions about Luther's death. It was not coincidential timing when Sir Reginald showed up back at the White Buffalo Suite. It was like he planned it. And that scared you. If Sir Reginald was bold and brave enough to kill two Umbrella members, who's to say he won't kill everyone else?

"Y/N! What are you doing? You should be finding the sigil with the others!" Sir Reginald was taken back to see you.

"I don't care about some sigil," you seethed. "What I care about is whatever the hell you did to Luther!"

"Me? What are you insinuating? That I killed him? Why would I kill one of my own children?"

"Because you're insane and psychotic and a cold-hearted schemer!"

"Well, those are quite some outlandish accusations. I say I find them quite offensive!"

"I don't give a shit. What your next move? More death? Destruction? Are we all just pawns in your game of life and death?"

"I think I have heard quite enough from you," Sir Reginald cut you off coolly. "That Number Five has rubbed off on you. I see that now."

"Why is Oblivion so important to you? What is this about?"

"That is none of your concern."

"I think it is since I'm here," you bit out in a low voice. "In fact, it's all of our concern. I don't trust you. You killed Luther! Admit it!"

Sir Reginald scoffed. "You need to learn to keep your impossibly loud mouth quiet. Do you not happen to recall where your voice used to leave you when you were younger?"

Your eyes grew huge from that and you took a small step away. You felt like his words cut across your already scarred back.

"Yes, I know your history. I know where you came from and what you endured," he took a menacing step towards you.

"Dad! What are you doing?" Klaus loudly asked from where he was.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Five called out from behind where you were.

"Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!" you exclaimed, a bit fearful now.

You could fight, yes…but could you hold your own against someone as powerful and dangerous as him? You really didn't want to find out.

"You know, I can help you. I can take away your pain. I can make sure nobody hurts you again," Sir Reginald continued as you started backing away from him.

"Dad!" you heard Klaus's voice come closer.

"Over there!" Diego saw you two.

"What do you want from me? How do you know about my history?" you questioned, glancing down to see the Hargreeves race over to where you all were.

"You've been through too much pain and suffering, my dear Y/N. So much that my children could never comprehend," he said. "I can help the others understand why you protect your back so much. I can help them understand why you hide all this!" Sir Reginald suddenly ripped your cardigan off, causing you to scream when you realized he had exposed your back to the others.

Though you had a shirt on, the back of it still revealed enough of your scars to terrify you.Five suddenly blinked to your rescue. You dropped to the ground as Five tried to hide you, blinking both of you out and up to the second level.

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm here. You're safe, I've got you," he draped his jacket over you, barely in controll of his anger. "Breathe, Y/N, please!" he gathered you into his arms.

You were crying into his chest, trembling horribly as your heart raced and your head spun. You felt like the world was caving in and you couldn't breathe correctly.

"Shhh. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. You're okay. I've got you," he murmured into your ear soothingly.

You felt lost at sea and Five was your anchor. You tried to hear his voice through your raging thoughts, clinging to the sound.

"Breathe. Take a deep breath with me, okay?" he continued, breathing in deeply and you mirrored it.

The more oxygen you got in, the clearer your head got. You felt yourself beginning to calm down.

"That's it. You're doing great, love. In through the nose, out through the mouth," he prodded you, gently running his fingers through your hair.

You finally felt stable enough to look up at him through watery eyes. "F-Five…he…Reginald…"

"Shhh! I know, my love, I know. And I…I should have been with you, so I could have stopped him," he shook his head, full of pained guilt.

"How did he know?" you whispered hoarsely. "How?" your voice was shaky.

"I don't know, which scares me," Five admitted softly, hugging you tightly and protectively.

"Did…Did they all…see me?"

Five snuck a glance over at his siblings, who were engaging Sir Reginald in a heated argument. "I…I don't know. I was more focused on getting you to safety so they couldn't…" he adjusted his jacket over you a bit more.

You faintly nodded, curling up in his embrace. He sighed, kissing your forehead softly and comfortingly.

"Are you okay? Or going to be okay?" he gazed down at you worriedly.

"I…I don't know. I'm scared."

"I'm here. I won't let anyone or anything get to you. I'll protect you," Five promised.

You took a deep breath again and gave him a soft smile. The two of you slowly got to your feet as he looked down below at the lobby. More or less the lobby floor.

"Five?" you asked, noticing a thoughtful, deep frown upon his face. "What's wrong?"

"Hey, I found the sigil!" he yelled to the others. "It's on the-"

A crash occured from above and everyone screamed when the fourth guardian came down. Five yelled out in pain as the two of you fell to the ground. You gasped in horror when you saw his left arm in half.

"Five, no! Oh God!" you raced to his side, trying to help him get his tie undone to stop the bleeding.

"Watch out!" he shouted, seeing the guardian swinging his weapon.

"No!" you exclaimed, jumping in front of him.

You inhaled sharply, feeling a harsh pain in your abdomen. You looked down to see blood stain your shirt.

"Y/N!" Five grabbed you and blinked away from the guardian.

When you two reappeared, you collapsed in his arms, gasping for air.

"No! No no no, oh my God…" he was frantically trying to stop the bleeding with his only arm. "Stay with me! Don't close your eyes! I...I'm gonna save you, just hold on, love!"

"I…can't hold on…" you choked out, feeling your life leave you slowly.

"Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart, please! Stay awake!" he begged, grasping your hand.

You tried. You tried so hard, but your eyelids were getting too heavy and Five's voice was becoming too distant. You were exhausted and soon you sank into his arms, not able to stay awake any longer.

~ * ~

[sennqu]

because i can't leave things well enough alone...

if the parallels between Henry and Will hold... lemme get full-on fanfic level speculation for a second:

if the parallel holds, we can also assume that Henry, like Will, is gay. in addition to the pride and god complex and hatred of order and normalcy Henry also has.

if the parallel holds, we can also assume that Henry, like Will, once fell for a boy who was in a straight relationship

like Will, Henry was punished by society for being gay. it's possible that's why his family moved. unlike Will, who turned that hate inward, Henry turned his outward

just some random notes: Henry develops his powers after his move to Hawkins. his dad was a war vet. Hopper was a war vet. as Lonnie is also around Hopper's age, it's possible that Lonnie was also a war vet.

Henry's killing method when he murdered his family is by breaking bones in unnatural poses and basically gouging their eyes out. this may be symbolic of him raging against the straight and normal (the bone breaking) and society's inability to see him and his suffering (gouging the eyes; the dad in Chrissy's hallucination also had similar eyes). he keeps this as a signature

back to the parallel, it's possible that Henry feels a kinship with Will and is the reason why Will survived the UD and might also be the reason Will vanished in the first place

S2 ends with the Mindflayer looming over the Snow Ball location. I know I was joking in the tag of the previous post but let's say it was serious and Henry/the Mind Flayer did sense that Will was in love with Mike and was jealous of El, a person Henry also hates. this further validates Henry's own feelings against society and normalcy and order and etc etc.

S3 has four separate times where Will senses the Mind Flayer after either being in Mike or Mike and El's presence: the cinema, the field, at the destroyed Castle Byers, and in the hospital after Mike and El's talk. This is before the party sees the flesh monster face to face. My memory of this season is pretty shoddy but iirc Will was never targeted by this monster. El was.

Connecting this to another theory of mine (which is hopefully more sensical than what i'm spouting here) where Henry's plan in s4 was to lure Will back to Hawkins...and Will returned heartbroken. Henry and Will's psychic link is open again with both Henry and Will knowing that the other is hurt.

anyway, blah blah blah, as per some theories, Will is the light to Henry's dark etc etc. Will isn't going to turn into a villain because Henry is already the gay Will villain people are expecting. He'd definitely try to get Will to his side though because he thinks he and Will are the same. and maybe also try to kill Mike

tldr: Henry is the part of the fandom that wants Will to become evil and hurt Mike for "hurting" him because he basically is evil gay villain Will.

edit: going back to Henry being rejected by whoever he was in love with and by society, and him being Will's foil/mirror, Will is, by extension, going to have his feelings reciprocated.

edit2: another note from a previous post: S4V1 have been hinting that Vecna and Will are similar. But what about their differences? Vecna had a sister (probably younger than him actually older than him with an age gap like Jonathan and Will's! thanks to @ravenclaw-wand for the new info! ) and Will has an older brother. The roles of their parents are switched too. Henry's mom/Will's dad thought something "was wrong" with their son, while Henry's dad/Joyce were the ones that "saved" them. Victor by taking the fall; Joyce by *gestures to S1 and S2*. They have other differences too of course but this one stand out as a mirror of their experiences.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Devil in the Details (DLC edition)

Daughters:

Jack, I've put our guest to bed in the trailer. (I told her she could have the old bedroom, but she insisted…)

Marguerite

Mia trying to isolate herself incase contact with her would expose the Bakers to infection... I think it might have done actually considering how quickly it snowballed in daughters and the infection coming and going in waves (they were fighting it)

To the Baker Family,

Thank you for saving my life. But please forget all about me.

Mia tells Ethan and the Bakers to forget about her. And she forgot herself really

I was assigned to transport some important cargo on that ship. Getting involved with me, or that cargo, can only cause trouble for your family. Big trouble.

Please don't contact the police or state authorities. Just pretend we never met.

few reasons for this warning: one is because the police and state authorities would be woefully unprepared. two the connections would catch up a bit quicker (maybe the connections were monitoring missing persons cases along the route?) and take Evie back or outright kill her and Mia

And… you saved me, so take this advice in return. If you see a girl near the ship who looks about ten years old, DO NOT approach her.

I would have put this sooner to be honest. And another thank you. One good turn deserves another.

If she talks to you, get away as quickly as you can. Just try not to make her angry in the process. If you've been feeling ill at all, then I'm afraid the worst may already have happened.

It's a fate worse than death, and it can't be cured at a hospital. I'm so sorry.

of course the people infected lose all form of self just wanting to please whoever infected them

There is a way to stop it, though. Serum. If you inje stop the symp

as we know from the reports in the salt mine the serum Mia is referring to would not work. But maybe hope would be enough to keep them sane (it was for Zoe the only one to read the letter)

and the ending is because Evie caught up and interfered

Bedroom: (i love the start where Clancy gets told by Margurite that Evie wants him to be her big brother just the big ass ?????)

Jack's Journal fragment (I want to say this diary entry is from 2015 or 2016 we don't know but I think 2016)

Jan. 24 Marguerite's on the warpath again.

I can handle her when she's yelling–it's when she gets all quiet that you gotta watch out. At that point, you say one word and she flies off the handle. Nothing for it but to wait.

as someone who has gotten jumped on by Margurite without hearing her and dying during Ethan must die yeah sounds about right

Margurite is the angry one with a short fuse acknowledgment something

Jan. 28 Goddamn Zoe. All Marguerite did was yell at her some, and Zoe went and pointed a knife at her.

Just pulled it right from the dresser! Who knows where else she may be hiding them.

I better check everything in the house, just in case.

What am I gonna do with that girl? It's like she doesn't appreciate a loving family.

Zoe showing some sign of infection and being scared of her family

hi Evie and her ideal

Not A Hero

Operation "Lurking Fear"

Primary Mission Extract Lucas baker

Location Dulvey, Louisiana, USA Baker estate

Threat Profile ·"Molded": Alpha variant, others ·Anti-personnel traps (lethal and non)

Notes: Due to the lack of intelligence and the number of unknown factors involved, Chris Redfield of the BSAA wll act as a bioweapons specialist on missions.

they have some intelligence (I wonder who they got it from) but not a lot

so they send in the luckiest (and unluckiest if you have to rely on him unless your name is Jill, Claire or Sheva) and most experienced man they have

LOCATION UPDATE:: Recent intel has confirmed that Lucas Baker s holed up in the mines near the Baker estate.

Profile - Lucas Baker: Suspected associate of criminal organization The Connections (role unconfirmed). Holds vital intel regarding said organization.

they need info and Lucas is the best one for it at this point

Profile - The Connections: Criminal organization producing bioweapons for sale on the international black market. Limited intel on size, market share, and members. They are the prime suspects implicated in the production and distribution of the E-Series bioweapon. E-Series model "Eveline" is present and active at the Baker estate. Lucas Baker seems to be monitoring her and reporting on her activities.

Limited: meaning small in amount or number. so they have a small idea of how big the organisation is, how much they're worth (market share meaning: the percentage of the market for a product or service that a company supplies) and how many members it has

prime suspects. Prime meaning most important, suspect to believe something to be probable. to me this reads as the connections not being the only group experimenting the with mold

Letter from Blue Umbrella

For many of you this is your first mission with us, so we wanted to make it clear what Umbrella is all about.

Though many of our staff hail from the infamous pharmaceutical giant Umbrella, our purpose is to make amends for the atrocities perpetrated under the Umbrella name. That is why we re-incorporated as a PMC in 2007.

We will put a stop to not only anyone who is engineering or selling bioweapons, but those who support those efforts as well.

We made a mess and now we have to clean it up. By keeping the Umbrella name, we show that we take responsibility for that mess and we want you to remember that you carry this responsibility with you in every mission

thank you game developers for including Graves Diary and the Scientists dying message in RE3R. Umbrella collapsed in 2004

Eveline Observation Log

E-001 Log - July 22, 2016

Health: Good Mental State: Good Mutamycete Secretion: Normal Other: n/a

Not much change. She just plays with dolls all day. Turned two guys Molded today.

why do these records start in July 2016 when Lucas has been cured since 2015 (lmao that's today I'm writing this)

what change was the writer looking for

bit of normalacy for Evie. those guys were turned into the white molded possibly (i say this because the white molded have more human like heads and have human organs. but it could be either)

E-001 Log - August 12, 2016

Health: Coughing, exhaustion Mental State: Slightly stressed Mutamycete Secretion: More than usual Other: n/a

After playing ball with dad, she started complaining about being tired. Turned one guy into a Fat Molded.

self explanatory

begining of Evie's decline and another moment of normalacy (I wonder what Jack thought of this and I wonder if Margurite was involved at points as well)

it depends on the individual on what turns into what

E-001 Log - August 26, 2016

Health: Bad Mental State: Stressed Mutamycete Secretion: High Other: Sudden aging

She's aging all of a sudden: losing weight, hair falling out, the works. The more she screams, the more she vomits. Basement's heavily contaminated. No apparent cause for the aging. Gonna ask for further instructions

poor Evie.

the basement in the main house obviously and then got moved to the proper lab in the mines

E-001 Log - September 9, 2016

Health: Weak but stable Mental State: Delusional, incoherent Mutamycete Secretion: Stable Other: n/a

Aging has slowed, seems pretty stable. Got the E-Necrotoxin from the company. Orders are to use it "if she gets out of control." And I thought I was the funny one.

the connections have no desire to salvage Evie after they got her data from an entirely new environment (not quite real world but close enough) Lucas wants to keep going until she dies (?)

Researchers Journal

June 11, 2017 I'm sick of this guy Lucas. They just gave him my job as lead researcher.

Who do they think I am? Why do I - a Stanford graduate with a master's in microbiology - have to work under this lunatic? All he does is mess around with the test subjects-making them all fight each other and doing unnecessary autopsies. He's sick. He knows nothing about the E-series mutamycete's potential. I'm going to report his behavior at the next meeting with HQ.

that makes the time frame interesting as he was in charge for a month (ish)

what the fuck did Lucas do to get promoted to lead reseacher?

Lucas is a little like Alex Wesker and that is not a compliment

as for the potential Lucas wants to see how far it can go we don't know anything about these guys

Lucas Journal

I killed off all the Connections' researchers.

They were poking around where they weren't supposed to when I wasn't looking, but I knew exactly what they were up to. Probably didn't like having to report to me.

So, I thew them in a cage with some Molded. They shit their pants and begged for their lives. I'm just worried I won't be able to hold back from laughing when I make the report that they met with an unfortunate accident.

Probably a good time now to cut ties with The Connections. I'm the only one who can really make good use of Eveline's mold.

I wonder what exactly the other researchers were looking for

considering Lucas is aware of our movements as Ethan and as Chris (turning all the traps in the green shutter)

Lucas is terrible

What was his exit strategy? And here it is the reason why he betrayed them in the first place

Email Log:

Sent: Thursday, July 20, 2017 10:22 AM

Things got a little out of hand, but I took care of it. I'm sending the E data now. It shouldn't take long.

After it goes through, I'm outta hetw;j

Umbrella and Chris

I wonder if he was planning on destroying the lab

Note on the Wall

Buyer for E data? → Got one -Get set up for transmission

still don't know who he was talking to

End of Zoe

Orders are as follows, effective immediately:

The mutamycete is on the loose in the swamp, and it'll keep mutating as it encounters new organisms. We can't allow the stock of medicine compounds to be exposed-if they suffer a mutation they'll be useless.

Transfer the whole anti-infective synthesizing station over to the paddle boat.

these are a bit better then what the connections were dealing with but still able to become useless if not careful

Analysis Report

We've finished analyzing the tissue samples believed to be from Jack Baker.

The cells exhibit an extraordinary resilience to physical and chemical damage; the E-Series mutamycete secretes a telomerase-like enzyme through the cell wall, causing abnormal activation of the ERK pathway to achieve forced cell division-quickly regenerating damaged tissue.

However, the repeated cell division quickly leads to breakdown in the intercellular structure, leading to the sloughing, slurry-like effect we've observed in the collected tissue samples. Our working hypothesis puts this down to the cells reaching their Hayflick limit.

Note that the samples from the other family members (the wife Marguerite, the son Lucas, and the daughter Zoe) do not exhibit the same extreme regenerative properties. The symptoms may differ from subject to subject. Further study required.

The Hayflick Limit is a real thing

how did they get the samples? what are the samples with Lucas and Marguerite its obvious as they're both dead. But what did they get from Zoe just some hair and/or dead skin? probably it had to be something of a size to be able to test how it regenerates and how can they tell what is regenerating? I wonder what else they learn from Zoe after she gets checked up? (did they take samples from Mia and Ethan? probably. I wonder what they found)

confirmation of what we know (report in salt mine)

[folkloristico]

🥰❓️

Thank you for the ask, ily 🫶

So...!

🥰 a fluff WIP snippet

I write so little fluff I had to go way back to an old WIP of mine—hope it’s fluffy enough <3

It’s not edited, so pretend you don’t see any mistakes or typos. And also, do forgive its lenght, I just wanted to share it all.

Ladybug looked up at him in that way of hers that was always enough to make his head spin and his knees buckle. Chat Noir swallowed, waiting for her to continue. Her lips trembled imperceptibly, lingering for a moment. “It’s just—you don’t have to call me Ladybug. I don’t mind nicknames.” She spoke softly, her cheeks flushed, but his common sense suggested he should not cling to the hope that this meant what his heart still yearned for.  He hesitated, then grinned at her. “So you do miss my attention after all,” he said cockily. He looked up at the sky and scratched his chin with a clawed finger, feigning to be deep in thought. “What do I get in return for your request?” She rolled her eyes at him, but a smile danced on her lips as she said, “Forget it, pretend I didn’t ask. You’re unbelievable, you know that? You always assume—” “I would never assume, my lady!” He meant to play with her a little longer, but his next words died in his throat at the sight of her lips slightly parted, eyes wide. It was a nickname meant for her and her only, one that, if addressed to anyone else, would only feel wrong and unnatural. It was a gesture more than anything else, a way to prove to himself that he’d gotten over her. He wouldn’t even dream of deluding himself into thinking it would mean something special for Ladybug as well. His lips were suddenly dry. Swallowing, Chat Noir settled for a smirk. “You asked.” What happened next was as close to a dream as it could get. She got up and, propping on the tip of her toes, she blew him a kiss on the cheek. It was soft, gentle. Her lips brushed against his bare skin and his whole body shivered. “You’re such a gentleman, aren’t you?” she said in a giggle, and it wasn’t meant to be more than a friendly tease, but he felt her voice riverberate all the way through his bones, and for a moment he could swore he could catch fire. Ladybug swiftly turned and jumped off the building, disappearing into the night. Chat Noir followed her as though he feared he might never see her again. He knew it. He always had, and everything he did to prove himself the opposite was a pathetic, weak attempt at deceiving himself. He was madly, hoplessly in love with whoever was behind that mask, and he had no idea how to forget her.

Context: It’s a Ladynoir-centric fic post season 3. The wait for season 4 was painfully long and at some point I started writing my own take of how some things could go after Marinette becomes Guardian, but I eventually lost interest and never finished it. I’ve recently started working on it again as a canon-divergent thing where I ignore everything that happened in season 4 and 5.

❓ any WIP snippet you want! 

Marinette snapped a glance over her shoulder. Marc had just started bringing drinks to the table and was now grinning at something Zoé was saying. Everyone, minus Chloé, seemed to be enjoying herself. Alya would take a peek at her and Adrien from time to time, but whatever thought might be crossing her mind, it was wrong. Her eyes went back on Adrien. She regarded Adrien for a moment, still having trouble matching his face with the boy who’d been her fighting crime partner in for the last three and a half years.  “Did you tell them”—she made sure not to look back at the table should they suspect they were talking about them—”about what happened that night?” “No,” Adrien said. “I was vague enough, but I think it’s only a matter of time before they start figuring out we’ve lied about Hawk Moth.” He bit back at his lip. “That’s if they haven’t already.”

I’ve been referring to this as the Miraculous Team!AU, which may as well be the most canon-divergent thing I’ve ever written considering it’s a whole different take on the characters. Adrien and Marinette still get their miraculouses, but they never meet in middle-school and as a result, Marinette/Ladybug developes a crush for Chat Noir. She also doesn’t meet Nino, Alya, Luka and Chloé up until high-school. And for once, there’s some actual plot!

(And yes, Zoé’s here. I don’t really feel anything for her character, but I think her relationship with Chloé could be very interesting if she weren’t just some character created to write Chloé off the show and so far I’m pretty satisfied with what I’ve come up so far. To me, it’s less a matter of “Zoé is an angel, Chloé is nasty,” and more something on the line of, “they’re both kids who ended up with a shitty mother and used different ways to cope.”)

ANYWAY sorry the info-dump and again thank you for the ask!

[unforth]

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The vast majority of reposting I see on this website isn't authorized, and I'm so fucking tired of it, so just to clarify since apparently some people still need this explained:

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Look, this is incredibly fucking simple and I can't believe we still need to fucking explain this to people.

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IF A CREATOR SAYS "DON'T REPOST MY WORK" THEN DON'T FUCKING REPOST THEIR WORK.

You're not helping people "get exposure." You're not helping anyone except maybe your own selfish ass. You're f.u.c.k.i.n.g. s.t.e.a.l.i.n.g. and I am so fucking sick of seeing it.

(also, to be clear: this applies even to "big famous" creators like XKCD, Hark! A Vagrant, and others. The frequency with which I see people who are otherwise conscientious about avoiding reposts reblogging stuff just yoinked from "well known" sources boggles my mind. Can we PLEASE stop already??? And like. I know there are exceptions to this. Some memes especially are just so deep in our collective psyche that crediting the original creators every time is obviously absolutely impossible. But like. I wish there was an understanding that all of these things take work. YES EVEN MAKING SHITPOSTS. At least try to give people some fucking credit. *weary sigh*)

YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO TAKE OTHER PEOPLE'S WORK.

Seriously have some fucking manners istg some of you were raised in a barn. (I say as if my followers are the people responsible for this. I know y'all aren't. Especially my mutuals, I know y'all are awesome. I'm just salty as hell and tired.)