#yes i use apple music shut up

[leben-s-freude]

because there’s only one week left until we have to say goodbye to the first entries:

[greatooglymooglyyy]

heyy first of i really like your writing, and i would love if could u do one where the reader and matt are at a party and she’s trying to make matt jealous by dancing w someone and one thing leads to another and they get a room iyk ;))

Party Favor (Matt Sturniolo)

contains: smut, soft dom matt, toxicity, established friends with benefits, unprotected sex, sex in a strangers room, male receiving, 1.8k words

a/n: lol not my only smuts both being matty boy. 🤷🏽‍♀️ oh well. hope this is close to what you wanted anon. sorry it took a minute.

“Blue or black?” I ask, holding up the two options against my body as I speak. Matt glances up quickly and then looks back down at his phone.

“You’ll look good in either.” He mutters with a hint of disinterest. I huff in frustration and roll my eyes, deciding on the black dress and tossing the blue onto Matt’s floor.

He sighs, snatching it up and folding it as I change. I smile to myself at his clean freak behavior, enjoying how easy it is to irritate him. It’s almost my favorite thing to do to him. Almost.

“Are you ready to go now?” He asks for the third time. I nod and do a little spin for him. “How do I look?”

Matt runs his eyes up and down my body slowly for a second, his eyes darkening. “Gorgeous. But you know that.” Always playing so hard to get, this boy.

I walk to him and stand between his legs, leaning down to kiss his Adam's apple. He swallows hard and clears his throat. “Can we go now? Everybody’s waiting on us.” I groan as Matt stands up, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the room.

**************

When we arrive at the party, the music is so loud the room feels like it has a pulse. I scrunch my nose up at the smell of alcohol and hot wings wafting through the room. Matt lets my hand go as he and Chris see one of their friends and I nod as he lets me know he’ll be back. I look over my shoulder for Nick and Madi but somehow I've lost them in the crowd.

Sighing, I head for the kitchen, praying they have something clear. There are bodies all around the island as some guy shotguns a beer and his boys chant. I roll my eyes, a little queasy from the pure testosterone in this room, and turn to leave when I feel a hand on my arm. I turn, prepared to raise hell, and pause when I see my old classmate’s face.

“Josh?” I say, squinting a bit to see if it’s really him. He flashes me a bright smile and reaches out for a hug.

“I thought that was you!” He says. “Caught me off guard there for a second. You look good.”

I smile and push his arm playfully. “Me? Check you out.” He laughs, a bit shy now. “You want a drink?”

He pours me one as we catch up and then make our way back into the heart of the party, sitting on the stairs.

“So…” He says, pausing to take a sip from his cup. “You single or are you here with someone?”

I hesitate for a second, not knowing how to answer that question, but then decide to go with the truth.

“Technically, yes, I’m single. But I am here with someone.” I spot Matt on a sofa across the room and gesture at him. “Him. But we’re just friends.” I say, throwing up air quotations.

Josh nods and bites his lip in thought. “So he’s an idiot then. Got it.” I shrug, taking another sip and tearing my eyes away from Matt to meet Josh’s gaze. He smirks at me and I move my eyes down to his lips, an idea forming in my head. A bad one. He must see it in my eyes because his smile just gets wider as he leans in slightly. “Come dance with me.” He says, standing up and reaching for my hand.

**************

We’re body to body now, his hand on my hip, my back to his chest. The music is so loud I can barely hear my thoughts, not that there’s much to think about. I squeeze my eyes shut, swaying my hips against his to the time of Nelly’s Hot In Herre. I feel my hair being swiped to the side and a kiss being pressed to my neck and sigh, pushing away how much I wish it was someone else behind me.

I open my eyes, scanning the room out of habit, and find Matt watching me with an unreadable expression.

I grin and lean more into Josh, grinding harder now and tossing my head back on his shoulder. He follows my lead, moving his hands up and down from my hips to my stomach and back.

But when he starts to move lower, I feel a pit in my stomach and pull away from him. “Sorry,” I mutter, smoothing a hand on my forehead and rushing away. I look back over to where Matt was sitting but he’s vanished so I head up the stairs looking for somewhere to get my thoughts together.

I find an empty bedroom and slip inside quickly. But as I go to close the door, someone stops it with their foot and pushes in. I step back as Matt enters and locks the door behind me, a smile on his face.

“You good?” He asks, cocking his head to the side and I raise my eyebrow at his casual tone.

“Yes,” I answer cautiously. “Are you?”

He nods, slipping past me and sitting at the foot of the bed. He gestures for me and I go to him, sitting in his lap and swinging my legs over his. He studies me for a second and then kisses me deeply, one of his hands on the back of my neck. I lean into him, running my tongue across his bottom lip and lightly nipping it when he goes to pull away.

“You looked like you were having fun.” He says, his tone still way too indifferent for my liking.

“Why? Were you jealous?” I try playfully, testing the waters. He shrugs and leans down to place kisses across my collarbone.

“Why would I be?”

I scoff, pushing down how much that stings. “Okay, Matt,” I say and go to stand but he tightens his grip on my waist so I can’t move.

“Why would I be jealous of someone you’re pretending is me?” He says with a dry laugh. My breath hitches as he runs his hands higher and higher up my inner thigh. “I actually feel a little bad for the guy.”

“Yeah?” I ask breathless as his thumb starts to rub through my panties, wetness already gathering at his light touch.

“Mhm.” He confirms, pushing the fabric to the side and slipping one of his fingers into me. I gasp as he slides in and out of me, never breaking eye contact. “He’ll never hear that sound.”

I grind my hips into his hand and he picks up his pace, fighting for dominance and winning. He adds another finger, stretching me, while his thumb works circles on my clit and I moan out his name. Matt grins at me, his eyes sparkling as he pulls his fingers out to my protest. He pushes my legs off his lap and motions for me to stand, which I do reluctantly. But, he stays seated, undoing his belt with one hand and tugging me down until I kneel in front of him.

Once he’s free, I wrap one hand around him and look up into his eyes as I tap his dick against my tongue. I draw him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip as I pump my hand up and down his base. He hisses and throws his head back, reaching down to gather my hair out of the way as I begin to suck. My eyes water when he hits the back of my throat but I keep going, motivated by his breathy calls of my name. His leg starts to shake and he stops me with a hand on my shoulder, pulling me up and back onto his lap.

I straddle him now and wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me like he's starving. He lifts me slightly to make room and lines himself up to slide inside of me. I moan into his mouth when he does and he wraps his arms around my waist tightly so I can’t start riding him. He pulls away from the kiss and watches me, undeterred by my desperate pleas for him to move.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be jealous of some random motherfucker who’s never felt this. That’s fucking crazy.” He shakes his head in mock disbelief.

“How do you know he won’t get to?” I ask in an attempt to piss him off but he just laughs without humor.

“Because I’d never fuck you again and we both know you’re not giving this up.” I snort at his cockiness and I roll my hips to get him to shut the hell up. He grunts and gives in, pulling me up roughly and setting a steady pace. He brings his lips back to mine giving me sweet kisses that punctuate his thrust.

“Please,” I beg and I’m not even sure what I’m asking for but Matt seems to understand anyway, flipping us over and pushing my legs into my chest.

He watches me come undone as he speeds up, his angle allowing him perfect access to hit my sweet spot. Every time I try to close my eyes, lost in the moment, he stops me. “Nah, look at me. I want to watch you take it.”

Just when I think there’s no way he can get deeper, he pushes my legs to the side and slides me closer to the edge of the bed. I jerk my hips against him, feeling the pressure in my core building, and grab onto the comforter.

“Come on, baby.” He says softly, reaching down to smooth his knuckle over my face. “Let me feel you come for me.”

His words push me right over the edge and he covers my mouth when I cry out in ecstasy. Matt doesn’t ease up his strokes as I come around him, rolling his hips and moaning out praises. I start to squirm up the bed as the intensity becomes too much and he notices, leaning down to press kisses to my jaw. “Almost there baby. You’re doing so good.” He says, his voice heavy and strained. I say his name again, turning my head to whisper in his ear that I’m his. This sets him off and he yells out a string of curses as he pushes into me deeply one last time.

We lay there for a second, out of breath, before Matt lifts himself off of me. I sit up and watch as he redresses and tosses me a towel he found in the bathroom.

“Matt,” I say after cleaning up and he turns to me while buttoning his pants. “What the fuck are we doing? Are we friends? Are we-” I cut myself off and turn to the mirror, adjusting my dress. “Y’know what? Nevermind.” I mutter. Matt comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

“If you don’t know by now that you’re mine, you’re not nearly as smart as I thought you were.” He says, reaching up to turn my face to his.

“But are you mine?” I ask unconvinced, a small worry crease forming between my brows.

“Since day one.”

[enkvyu]

cicadas fill in the summer silence as you sit at your desk, waiting for class to start. you're vaguely aware of your three classmates seated beside you and perhaps it’s because you're caught in the ambiance of a perfect day, but something like sentimentality seeps in.

“today's the kind of day where i’m reminded how important you guys are to me.”

shoko hums, eye trained on her phone. “you’re reminded?”

“you forgot at some point?” gojo adds.

you groan as getou chuckles, the heartfelt speech dying immediately in your mouth. when he lightly presses you to continue, you wave away his feigned interest.

"but i'm curious!”

you jab your finger in shoko and gojo's direction, and the two ignore you as they continue playing multiplayer snake on their nokia 6610s. "blame those two."

getou grins. "if it’s anything, you mean a lot to me too."

you muffle a smile. "i changed my mind, you're the only one that means anything to me."

"fuck, i lost!" gojo exclaims, sliding back into his chair to throw a fit. "but i never lose, how is this possible? you cheated, shoko!"

"don't be a sore loser, that's even worse than being an ordinary loser."

"i wouldn't have lost if you didn't cheat!"

there's a hard glint in shoko's eye. "does that mean what i think it means?"

gojo leans in. "yes. that means another round."

you look over at them unamused. "any second now, yaga is going to walk into this room and complain our ears off for how noisy you two are being."

shoko yawns and you hear beeping as she plunges into another game. "it’s fine, we’ll know when he gets close enough to hear us anyway. he doesn’t walk, that man stomps down the corridor."

"he’s not the only one that’ll complain about the noise. i might join him in a minute if the two of you won’t shut up, it’s too hot for this." getou joins in, but no one pays him any mind.

"you're going down this time, shoko."

"eat my dust."

you catch gojo sparing shoko a quick glimpse before the starting music plays, and watch with interest as they flicker over to her again.

leaning back, you peer at shoko's screen as her desk was closest to yours, and find that she was once again slithering to victory, gobbling every apple she finds in her way. without a doubt, you were sure she would win.

"gojo," getou sighs. "you're really shit at games."

something bumps into shoko's side and she gives it a quick glance to find that it was gojo's elbow.

"sorry, my arm slipped." he says, but the smirk on his face suggests otherwise.

while shoko is not morally-just enough to condemn cheating, she's oddly passionate about games and thus her desire to win fair and square holds back her anger. she lets the action slide without a counterattack although that doesn't stop her from calling gojo trash.

but when gojo kicks the leg of her chair, causing her to fingers to tremble and miss an apple, she glares at him. "you're playing dirty!"

"i have no idea what you mean." gojo sings. "yes, i'm a point ahead! see what happens when you don't cheat, shoko? i guess that's why you have to do it, otherwise you would just lose lose lose all the time!"

you wince.

shoko clenches her phone harder and closes the point difference in a matter of seconds. but that alone is not enough to settle her irritation.

lifting her foot up, she slams her heel down hard on gojo's ankle and he yelps at the pain. "hey! now you're actually cheating!"

"so you admit i wasn't before!"

gojo doesn't answer and blatantly shoves at shoko's chair. she has to use a hand to steady herself, making her lose another apple and mess up her snake's path. in return, shoko hits gojo's face which presses his glasses in.

"hey!"

"you started this." shoko's victorious smile dims when gojo reaches for her phone and she pulls back just in time. "that's not fair!"

"you're only saying that now?" getou observes.

you look at him. "shouldn't we stop them?"

with gojo stretched out, trying to get shoko's phone, it leaves his stomach vulnerable. shoko rams her fingers into his side and he squeals at the sensation.

shoko yells your name over the chaos. "grab him!"

"getou, you have my back, don't you?" gojo says a second later.

the two of you stand instinctively as your names are called, but you both hover around helplessly. it's only when they say your names again, do you move.

gojo makes one more stretch for shoko's phone as you reach for him, only successfully managing to grab onto one of his wrists. it doesn't hold him back though, he still has his other hand after all, and now getou is beside shoko, hands out ready to tickle her.

shoko giggles slightly when getou's fingers meet their target and it might have been an opening if you hadn't clung onto gojo, pulling him back with your entire weight.

"get off me!" he says to you over his shoulder.

you look back, somewhat confused at your own actions. "no?"

shoko pulls back her arm holding her phone, jamming her elbow into getou's chest. though it doesn't hurt, he steps back anyway. "what are we doing?"

the struggle continues for a few seconds more until the classroom door is pulled to the side with a bang and someone steps through.

the shock of the sudden sound makes shoko loosen her grip and gojo catches that weakness. the tips of his fingers barely grazes her phone and with a final push, and an extension of his infinity, he knocks the phone from her hand.

he knocks the phone from her hand, too hard.

you watch in suspended awe as the object flies across the room in a beautiful arc—

"good morning—"

and hits yaga in the face. it rebounds off his cheek and clatters noisily on the ground. shoko ducks down as the three of you freeze in position, picking up her phone and pocketing it safely.

anger makes yaga's head burn bright red. "who did that?"

calmly, you sit back into your chair and hear the sound echo beside you. without saying a word, the three of you point to gojo.

"yaga! in my defence, shoko was cheating!"

you don't need to look to know yaga had crossed the room and landed a solid fist on gojo's head, his quick cry of pain is alone enough.

yaga fixes his sleeves and clears his throat. "are we ready to start class?"

cicadas chirp from outside your window, and the noise drowns into the bustling hum of a familiar routine. yaga picks up a piece of chalk and turns his back to the class, getou tucks away his bangs from getting in his eyes and shoko yawns into her hand. gojo sinks deeper into his chair, sulking, and you know that even without mentioning your appreciation for them, they could feel it just like how you felt theirs.

it surrounds you like the summer humidity.

dialogue prompt taken from going seventeen episode 61. just some quick silly sashisu + reader stuff because i miss them.

[huggybearluvr]

Next Thing You Know || Q.H

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.

The song links:

Apple Music || Spotify || Youtube

y/nmathews

liked by yourbestfriend, quinnhughes, and others... y/nmathews met this guy at a bar and next thing you know he's my boyfriend....

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yourbestfriend I'll kill him. He better treat you right.

y/nmathews oh he is girl

austonmathews do i know him. does he play hockey. and how old is he.

y/nmathews idk. maybe. lols

quinnhughes seems like a stud

jackhughes that back looks familiar....

y/nmathews no it doesn't!

lukehughes YES IT DOES @quinnhughes

quinnhughes shut up.

jackhughes @austonmathews do we approve of this?

austonmathews i'm just glad it isn't you with your grubby hands.

jackhughes excuse me?

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes never thought I could love like this.

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jackhughes thought you said you were staying single for awhile

lukehughes he did infact say that.

quinnhughes don't be mad that you guys cant pull like I can

y/nmathews I love you <3

quinnhughes I love you more baby

ellenhughes such sweethearts

austonmathews this is...

jackhughes nasty?

lukehughes absoutely fucking crazy?

y/nmathews can you guys leave us alone please?

austonmathews sorry.

jackhughes im not

lukehughes me either

quinnhughes .

yourbestfriend OKAY THIS IS CUTE

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes next thing you know she moved in! ... and brought her weird ass dog with her...

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austonmathews the first picture...

y/nmathews is so cute!

austonmathews no.

y/nmathews WEIRD ASS DOG?! excuse me sir Zues is a little baby

quinnhughes he could squash us both.

y/nmathews hes. a. little. baby.

quinnhughes he ways 140 pounds...

y/nmathews shhhhh he's my baby.

mitchmarner @austonmathews YOU LET HER TAKE THE DOG?!

austonmathews its her dog?

mitchmarner NO NO NO It was yours as much as it was hers.

y/nmathews he didn't take care of that dog, it was all me.

mitchmarner zues squared tho :(...

y/nmathews ill bring him with me when I visit.

y/nmathews

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y/nmathews Mrs. y/n hughes has a ring to it.

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quinnhughes I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby

y/nhughes I love you more than anything else in this world

austonmathews when he asked for my blessing, I didn't think he would propose so quickly.

quinnhughes oops?

austonmathews if she's happy, I'm happy.

y/nmathews im more than happy :)

jackhughes god she's gonna be moms favorite now

ellenhughes she already is :)

lukehughes MOM NO I AM

quinnhughes in your dreams Luke it was me before y/n

yourbestfrind AWWWW BABY

y/nmathews my maid of honor <3

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes the best weekend of my life. To my beautiful wife, I love you more than any words could ever say. You are the sunshine of my life and I have no idea where I would be without you. Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.

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y/nhughes wouldn't wanna be doing life wiht anyone else. I love you quinn.

quinnhughes I love you too baby

jackhughes congrats to both of you! I love you both.

y/nhughes awww rowdy, we love you

ellenhughes Congratulations! welcome to the family officially y/n!

y/nhughes thank you!!

austonmathews You got a good one Quinn. Congrats to both of you!

lukehughes huggy is all grown up :(

quinnhughes i've been grown.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes the honesymoon has been nothing short but amazing.

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austonmathews Zues misses his parents come back soon

y/nhughes or do you just miss me?

austonmathews ...

jackhughes QUINNS A SIMP

y/nhughes I can't deny that

quinnhughes for her yes I am a simp.

quinnhughes mrs. quinn hughes looking great!

y/nhughes mr. quinn hughes looking even better

lukehughes vomit.

y/nhughes

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y/nhughes surprise! baby hughes on the way!

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austonmathews I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!

jackhughes WE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

lukehughes WEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

mitchmarner WEEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!

y/nhughes yes you are ALL gonna be uncles.

austonmathews so like whose the god father...?

jackhughes me

lukehughes uhmmmm no me.

quinnhughes both of you stop.

ellenhughes congrats! the baby is gonna be a little angel!

quinnhughes I am so excited baby!

y/nhughes me too! Can't wait for little nugget.

quinnhughes

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quinnhughes surprise twin boys! Y/n and I are so excited to introduce Sawyer Warren Hughes and Seth Auston Hughes.

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y/nhughes I am so excited to be doing life with you and them! I can't picture a better family! I love your three more than anything in this entire world.

quinnhughes and we love you all the way to the moon and back baby.

austonmathews you named one of them after me?

mitchmarner he is quite literally crying rn.

y/nhughes awww Aus, come over and meet your god children :)

austonmathews are you being serious? I am the god father???

quinnhughes we couldn't think of any one more perfect for the role

lukehughes I am so honored.

y/nhughes we love you lukey.

[crazychrisl0v3r]

𝙩𝙪 𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙞?

(translates to do you love me)

Colour Roles

Chris 🟠

Matt 🔵

Nick 🟣

Y/N 💕

Contents: SMUTT! Chris:dom, reader:sub, use of y/n, p in v, no kink in particular, suggestive language, enemies to lovers, masturbation (fem), fingering, dick sucking, face fucking, overstimulation.

!DISCLAIMER!

If you are younger than the age of 18, it is recommended not to read the following content. If you are uncomfortable with people writing about the triplets this way, click off the page!! This is in English, just the title is French. With that, enjoy my lovelies.

P art 1/1 (Willing to make more if anyone asks otherwise. Send suggestions in my question box!)

chris sturniolo. ive never hated anyone more. his stupid cocky smile whenever we argue about something and he ends up being right, his stupid beanies that he wears wrong all the time and never fixes them, and the way i could want nothing more than for him to fuck me dumb.

ah yes, maybe i should bring up the fact that i’m in love with someone i can’t stand. sure his personality is ass and his incompetence is unbearable, but i’m sure he’s nothing but small. he can’t be. whenever he meets a new girl that he finds at his party his bulge in his pants is bigger than his ego.

i stay sitting here thinking about all of the things he can do to me, however i get snapped out of the trance when the bright light shines in my face. i cover my eyes when it starts to burn. “matt!” i sigh. “move it to the left a little please, i can’t see.” after he moves it, i nod saying a little “thank you” “aw, poor little y/n!” chris says mockingly as i roll my eyes.

“her poor little eyes can’t handle the bright light” he pouts tauntingly. i push his face back lightly and his muscly arm brushes against the dashboard. “shut up chris.” matt rolls his eyes as he gets back into the drivers seat. “do you guys ever stop fighting? like seriously.” “whatever matt, let’s just start the video.” nick says as he adjusts himself in his seat. i’m only ever around chris since nick is my best friend and i’m always with him.

“so!” matt says as he claps his hands together gently. “this Friday’s video is gonna be another smash or pass but this time with celebrities. my eyebrows raise and i smile. “ooh, sounds interesting.” i giggle slightly as i look at nick. “you guys already know that once david harbour comes out, so do i.” we all chuckle for a second. “didn’t you come out in freshman year?” chris says with a smile. “i’ll do it again for daddy david” we all burst out into laughter.

throughout the video, i’ve been staring at chris. the way when he laughs, his arms flex and i can see his muscles. oh and his adorable laugh. “HAHAH!!” when he laughs i can’t help but smile. when he stretches and throws his head back, his hair falling with him and his adams apple poking out. fuck, i can’t get enough. i’m glad nick didn’t notice, but he’s definitely gonna notice while editing tonight.

once we get home, i run into the washroom and close the door behind me, locking it. i sit down on the counter, sighing as i pull down my skirt and panties. i look at the pool created in between my legs and bite my bottom lip, running my fingers up and down my folds. i shudder quietly as i begin to rub my clit trying to suppress my moans. I grip onto the counter with my other hand, trying to stabilize myself.

i slowly insert our finger inside me, curling it up and hitting my g spot. i let m’y head fall back, my two braids falling with it as the black bows on the ends sway. i let out small whimpers as i start to thrust in and out of myself. i my grip on the counter becomes harder when i add another two fingers before i hear a bang on the door. “y/n, you in there?!” i don’t stop. i go even faster even, his yelling my name sounding like music to my ears.

“um, y-yeah!” i yelp and bite my bottom lip, clearing my throat as i try to cover it up. “uhh… you okay..?” my eyes roll back as i continue to fuck myself with my three fingers. “never better!” i shudder quietly as i finish all over my hand, taking a towel and cleaning myself up. i put m’y clothes that i discarded back on and wash my hands. i open the door and unlock it, smiling up at him “someone’s happy, hm?”

i raise an eyebrow as my big doe eyes stare up at him. “what do you mean?” “never seen that pretty smile that big before. at least not at me. you had time to cum, right?” he smirks as he sees the look on my face. that dumb fucking smirk. i turn red and look up at him. “w-what..?” before i can say anything else, he crashes his lips into mine. i grip onto his brown locks gently as i let out a small and quiet moan, covered by the noises of our lips smacking together.

as he kisses me, he picks me up as i wrap my legs around his body. our lips don’t part as we walk downstairs to his room, closing the door behind us. he throws me onto his bed, unbuckling his belt on his jeans. “you never shut the fuck up, do you?” his 9 inches spring out and my eyes widen at the sight. “holy shit.” i mumble as i look at his dick bounce a bit when he walks up to me. he grabs my throat and tilts my head up to look at his eyes. “didn’t your parents ever teach you it’s rude to stare?” he pushes me onto my knees, shoving his cock in my mouth. “about time i shut you up”

i choke around his cock as he face fucks me, shoving it deep into my throat. i moan and gag, taking him as deep as i can. he continues to thrust into my face, his hand finding my hair as he bobs my head. he groans and pauses to throw his tank top to the side before continuing. he throws his head back as his eyes flutter. his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as his abs glisten. he could never look hotter. i could cum at the sight.

he looks down at me as i look him directly through my lashes, stroking him with my small and gentle hand because i couldn’t fit how big he is in my mouth. “fuck baby, just like that.” he twitches in my mouth, about to cum, but he pulls out with a grunt. he doesn’t want to finish just yet. he gets down at my level, holding my face gently. “you are beautiful.” i smile and blush. “thank you.” “can’t wait to see your face when i fuck you so hard that you can’t walk for days.” my eyes widen and he picks me up like i weigh nothing, throwing me gently onto the bed. i giggle quietly and look at him.

his head sinks in between my legs as he takes off my skirt and tears off my panties. my breath hisses as the fabric tears off of my pussy. before i can speak, he starts leaving open mouthed kisses on my thick thighs. i whine. “Chris, please don’t tease” i get shut up by his mouth on my clit, sucking and liking my nub. i let out a breathy moan as he starts lapping in. between my folds. for some reason, he stops. i pout. “why’d you stop?” i say as i furrow my brows, disappointed that the pleasure that had washed over me disappeared so suddenly. “you want me to fuck you, no?” i nod and he immediately flips me over into his favorite position. face down ass up.

before i can adjust, he shoves his cock in me and deep in. “fuck!” i moan out loudly as he thrusts into me roughly, quickly being hushed my Chris’s veiny hand over my mouth. “shhh baby, you don’t want nick and matt to hear us now. do you?” “N-No.” i moan out, muted by his hand keeping me quiet. he keeps on plunging into me, going deeper and deeper each thrust. I let out hushed moans and whimpers every time his tip kisses my cervix.

i clench around his cock, my orgasm in near sight. “c-coming!! i’m coming!” i manage to get out before creaming all over his cock as my eyes roll to the back of my head. i notice he doesn’t stop, shit, he goes faster. “c-Chris! it hurts!!” he drops my head into the pillow, thrusting with more power as little tears trickle down my cheeks. “oh shut the fuck up and take it.” chris says in a demanding voice. i grip onto the sheets while being railed into. my mind goes fuzzy and my eyes are half lidded. all i can think about is chris’s dick inside my cunt. “fucked you dumb, hm?” he says tauntingly. about to reach my high for the second time, however, he pulls out and finishes on the small of my back. “but i didn’t-“ i get cut off by two fingers being shoved inside me, curling up to hit my g-spot. “Chris!!” i moan out his name, not caring if they hear us anymore.

he keeps on fingering me, leaning down and whispering dirty things in my ear. “someone’s about to cum hm? you’re clenching.” he keeps on talking to me, adding his other hand and rubbing my clit with it. “CHRIS!!!” i say his name again, screaming this time. i cum all over his hands as my legs shake. i collapse onto the bed, my body twitching. he pulls his fingers out of me and kisses my neck soothingly, rubbing my back. “shhh, it’s okay.” he smiles and i look up at him. i cuddle up to him and sigh. “do you love me?” he’s taken aback, as if what i just said is ridiculous. “of course i do. what kind of question is that.” i smile. “i just… we fight a lot.” i look away and fiddle with my hands. he takes my face gently and pulls it towards him. i look up at him with doe eyes.

“we fought, sure, but not anymore. not after this.” he grabs the back of my head with his hand gently and placed a kiss on my forehead. i smile up at him. “okay.”

SMALL TIMESKIP

after cleaning up a bit and cuddling. we both end up on our phones. i see that nick and matt both sent me snaps and i burst out laughter when i open them. i show chris.

[dragon-kazansky]

When the raven calls

Morpheus x Female Reader

You, his raven, die protecting Jessamy while rescuing the Dream Lord. When Morpheus returns to his realm, he mourns your loss, only to find a stranger waiting for him in his throne room. The stranger claims to be you, now in human form. He doesn't understand, but his raven will always watch over him.

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Chapter Nine - The little things

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You're sitting on the steps of Dream's throne while he reads about a girl named Rose Walker.

Morpheus coaxed you into using your human form a little more often. As a gift, he gave you a wardrobe full of outfits. You were wearing a pair of shiny black boots. You had been practising how to tie the laces. Matthew would undo them with his beak so you could tie them again.

This was all part of you trying human things, no matter how mundane they seemed.

"What have you tried so far?" Jessamy asks, flying in.

"Um, let's see, I tried an apple when we were with Death the other day. Hob bought me a coffee, that was nice. Lucienne has been teaching me how to dance."

"Dance?" Morpheus asks, looking up from the book.

"Yes. She suggested I might try and find a hobby for myself, so we went through some stuff and settled on dancing. She's very good, you know."

"Is she?" Dream sounds amused.

You nod.

Morpheus puts the book down and stands up. He walks down the steps until he reaches you and holds out his hand. You look up at him with slight confusion.

"Dance with me."

You feel your heart skip a beat. You stare at his hand for a few long moments before you remember he's waiting. You reach out slowly and place your hand in his.

Morpheus smiles softly.

He guides you off the steps and then gently pulls you in close, but not too close.

"We don't have any music."

"We don't need music." He says.

He leads. You follow. You don't even look down at your feet as you dance with him. His eyes stay locked on yours.

You're not entirely sure you understand what's happening. How has it come to this? Once upon a time, you never would have dared think of Dream in this way. He was always just your king, your creator, your Dream Lord.

This was something out of a fairytale.

Matthew and Jessamy sit on the steps and watch you both. They can see this connection that has been building between you both. It's clear as day.

"Are they-?" Matthew starts to ask, but Jessamy hits him with her wing and shuts him up.

The dance continues right up until Lucienne returns. She has been out taking note of everyone who had returned to the Dreaming, and who was still missing.

You take a step away from Morpheus. He doesn't even look at Lucienne as she comes over. His eyes linger on you and how shy you have become.

As a raven, you would have no issue talking back at him. As a human you seem so sheepish around him.

He wonders if you feel it too.

"My Lord." Lucienne looks between you both. She realises she jas walked in on something, but she must speak to Morpheus.

"I, uh... I'm going to try out more stuff..."

You smile softly at Lucienne as you rush past her. Jessamy flies after you.

He does not look away until you've completely disappeared from sight. He turns his attention back to Lucienne who is looking right at him with her brows raised.

"Go on."

"I have completed the census you have requested, Lord Morpheus."

"Good, and?"

"I have accounted for 11,062 of them."

"Wow, someone's been busy," Matthew chimes in.

"There are a handful of new entites." Lucienne says.

"That is to be expected." Morpheus goes through the census.

"But... three of the Major Arcana are gone."

Morpheus looks up at her. "Name them."

"The first is Gault."

The first window changes to reflect the missing Nightmare.

"A Nightmare who. I must say, I never trusted."

"She is a shape-changer. It is not in her nature to be trustworthy. Who else?"

"The Corianthian."

That was a given. Morpheus had failed long ago to bring him back.

The second window changes to reflect him.

"I assumed as much. Still feeding on the dreamers he was meant to serve."

"Yes."

"The last?"

"The last is Fiddler's Green."

Now that was unexpected.

"Fiddler's Green?"

The last window depicts the lush greenery of which was once Fiddler's Green.

"That is passing strange. He is, after all, vavasor of his own dominion and always so reliable."

"I know."

"This is my fault.vhad I been here, fulfilling my function-"

"It was not your fault, my lord."

"No? Then whose?"

"I am afraid there is yet more news." Lucienne says. "Gossip, really, but..."

"Go on."

"There are rumours among the dream folk... of a vortex. Perhaps you might wish to investigate."

The rumours are quite true. There is a vortex." He confirms. "A true annulet. The first of this era."

"Then you must hunt for it, sir. It must be controlled."

"The vortex is a she, Lucienne."

Morpheus shows her Rose Walker. As of at the moment, she is not a danger. He intends to use Rose to gather his missing Dreams.

Lucienne is unsure of all of this.

Matthew offers to go keep an eye on Rose. Morpheus agrees. There was a time he would send you, but he would quite like to keep you in the Dreaming for now. He wants you to explore your human side some more.

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"Is it nice?" Jessamy asks, watching you brush your hair in the mirror.

"It feels nice through my hair." You say.

"Not the brush, silly."

You look at her reflection. "What then?"

"Falling in love."

You stop brushing and turn in your chair to look at her, shock and confusion written all over your face. "What do you mean?"

She chuckles softly. "You and Lord Morpheus."

"What about me and Lord Morpheus?"

Jessamy flies over to the dressing table you are sitting at and looks up at you through the mirror. "You're falling in love with him, aren't you?"

"What? No! Don't be silly." You can't believe she would ever say anything like that.

"What? You're trying to me you don't feel anything toward him?" She cocks her head to the side.

"That would be ludicrous!" You gasp.

"Why?"

"Why? Our lord has not had a partner romantically in so long. His relationships end terribly. Which is a shame. He is such a good man. At least in my eyes. Yeah, he's a little emotionally constipated, but I am certain when he loves he loves with his whole being, and I am not about to hurt him."

"Why would you hurt him?" Jessamy asks.

"I don't think the Endless are meant to love."

"They must do. If not people, then some other aspect. Did you not say Death loves her job because she is there for the people when their time is up? That's a type of love."

"It's not the same..."

You sink down in your chair slightly. "I refuse to fall in love with him."

"I think it's too late." Jessamy flies up and pecks you softly. You wave her off you and watch her fly away again.

"You're wrong..." You whisper. No one hears you.

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"What are you doing?"

You turn to find Morpheus watching you. His lips are curled into a tiny smile. You hadn't heard him enter your room.

"Um, trying on some outfits. Lucienne said you made me even more clothes."

"I assumed you would like a selection." He looks at the outfits he had created for you.

"Thank you."

"Would you like to spend some time together? You could perhaps try more human things. Lucienne mentioned you hadn't really experienced much in your human form."

"Oh, I don't want be any trouble."

"You are no trouble. Matthew is keeping an eye on Rose Walker for me, and the Dreaming is doing rather well. I would very much like to spend some time with you again." He speaks softly.

You gaze at him. You hadn't expected him to say anything of the sort. "Okay."

"Come with me. We shall explore the dreams of others unnoticed and try out anything you wish. Say the word, and I shall find us a dream."

You follow him.

You've never actually done this before, travelled dreams. That was his thing. He could enter dreams unnoticed if he wanted to, and the people dreaming would be none the wiser.

"What would you like to do?" He asks.

"I... hm." You're not entirely sure. You try to think of something the humans enjoy doing. "What about... ice cream?"

"Ice cream?" He asks, a tone of amusement laced in his voice. You nod. "Very well then."

Morpheus takes your hand in his and guides you through the Dreaming. He finds exactly what he's looking for. A young girl in Italy is having a dream of the ice cream parlour her father takes her too. Morpheus hides from her view as he takes an ice cream and gives it to you.

You look at it. It's cold in your hand. It feels real for a dream, but you supposed, in a sense, dreams were real.

"Go on," he urges softly.

You watch the way the girl eats hers and copy her. It's cold on your tongue. You can taste the flavours. You go in for some more. It's sweet, but not too sweet. You like it.

Suddenly, after a few good bites, you're struck with a pain in your head. Your hiss as you massage your scap gently.

Morpheus chuckles. "Ah, the experience of what they call brain-freeze."

"Oh. What do they enjoy this so much if this happens?" You pout.

"Perhaps a sweet treat is worth a little punishment." He teases.

Still, you eat the rest of the ice cream.

"What now?" He asks.

"Um, maybe I could try riding a bicycle?"

Morpheus is once again left amused by your request. He finds a dream of a man who, in his younger years, used to race on a bike. He helps you climb on. "Start small."

"Right..."

You take note of the people in the dream. You try to copy their movements. It is not so easy to balance with two wheels. Morpheus does not let you give up though.

Soon enough, you are peddling. You manage to cover a little distance. You smile as you start getting the hang of it. There was so much for you to experience.

Though you do miss soaring through the skies as a raven. However, Morpheus was keen for you to stay human today. You would humour him.

Next you want to see a beach. Morpheus can find those in abundance. He selects one he particularly like the look of.

You remove your shoes and feel the warm sand under your feet. You smile. Sand is Dream's thing, so it feels comforting. The sea is gentle against the shore.

"This is nice."

"It has dawned on me how little you have experienced, even as a raven."

"I suppose... but it's alright. I adore serving you." You tell him softly.

"Still, as things are now, you are permitted to enjoy life a little more."

"That's... very kind of you. However, please do not let me stray from my duties. I am still your loyal raven."

He chuckles. "Yes."

As you both walk along the shore, he reaches out and takes your hand in his. You look at him, but he simply smiles. You say nothing. The pair of you walk along the beach.

It's funny seeing him in such a warm, sunny place dressed the way he is. But it's just a dream. He's not really affected.

The sun starts to set. You stop and turn to look at it.

"How was it being human?"

You smile softly. "It was nice. I miss my wings, but this is exciting. Thank you for this."

"You're most welcome. I feel a lot is about to happen, so I wanted you to enjoy this." He says softly.

"What do you mean?"

"The vortex. She will bring my missing creations to her, and I shall bring them all home."

"Oh, right. Yes. Just say the word, and I'll help."

He smiles at you. "I know."

You both stay on the beach a little while longer. Once the sun has gone, Morpheus takes you back to the palace. You walk beside him through the halls.

"I must go speak to Lucienne. I shall call on you again soon." He says, looking at you. Nodding, you watch him go. His coat flows behind him as he disappears down the hall.

You stand there with a small smile on your face. All of things you've done today, your favourite part was spending it with Morpheus.

It almost felt like a date.

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@missdreamofendless - @kpopgirlbtssvt - @sitkafay - @snowsatsu - @ladyofdreaming - @thoughtsfromlayla - @modest-irish-goddess - @mystic-mara -

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Transcript:

[Unknown Tome builds ominously in the background] Murph: But you also see, facing away from you, looking out on the city below is a moving gargoyle. His huge, bat-like wings flap to keep him steady. You see, as he turns to look at you, he's got gray skin and a hunchback. His long neck is slouched forward. He's got this long black and white beard that grows out as if it's just really long sideburns. It's a bad beard. [The players laugh.] Uh-- he has massive claws that sit at the end of fists like boulders, and long talons at the ends of his feet. He is standing atop a large black and gold chest, um, like a treasure chest, his talons are clinging to it. Uh, there is a two-foot wide circle in the middle of it, through which you only see darkness. Um, and-- Emily: In the middle of the chest? Murph: In the middle of the chest. It's just black. It's just dark. You can't see what's inside, it's just dark. Um, and he turns, and he addresses you guys, and he goes: Akarot: Oh. You again. Ruining another one of my rituals! Moonshine, cheerfully: Ah! So we did categorically ruin your other ritual! That's good. 'Cause for us it felt like a pyrrhic victory. But I'm glad to know that it was a ruin for you! Akarot: Oh, it's-- it's-- it's a pyrrhic victory for you overall. [The other players laugh] Moonshine: Okay, so I win? Akarot: What? No! I mean. Okay, look-- Moonshine: I mean, I assumed best case scenario was gonna be a pyrrhic victory. Akarot: Shut up! Hardwon: You really shouldn't go at her when she's wearing the Thinking Cap, bud. Akarot: Shut up! Everyone shut up! Moonshine: Yeah, sorry dude, I'm just like at-- Akarot, speaking over her: Take that hat off! Take that hat off and debate me! Moonshine: Yeah right! You take your vest off! [The music cuts out. The other players and Murph start laughing.] Akarot, confused: Do I have a vest on? Murph, laughing: Yes, you see he has a little vest. [Everyone laughing in the background.] Hardwon: You have a tactical vest and there's nothing in the pockets. Moonshine, through laughter: Yeah, it looks like a-- it looks like a photographer-- a photographer's vest. Apple: Absolutely Donald Duckin' it. Nothing on the bottom! Akarot: I haven't had a ton of time to get used to this body, I'll be-- I didn't notice the vest when I first put the body on. Moonshine, still laughing: Really? It's like all I see! Murph, laughing and slightly unintelligible: He does-- He does see-- vest-- Moonshine: Are there like holes for your wings in it? Akarot: Yeah. Clearly! My wings are out. Everyone's focusing on the vests. Everyone's focusing on the vests. Hardwon: Including you! Apple: It's very distracting. Is there stuff in those pockets? Akarot: Um. Okay. Everyone relax! I'm taking-- I'm gonna take off the vest! Murph: He takes-- he takes off his vest-- Moonshine: NO! Nonono! You can't take off the vest! You committed to the vest! Akarot: Fine. Murph: He puts the vest back on. [Caldwell yelps in laughter.]

another emily moment of all time, to me

[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 1: Bitter Sweetness ♡ (Contract Killer!Soap x Baker!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (Reader being 20, Soap being 31), manipulation, dacryphilia, noncon to dubcon, dead dove!!, big pp in small cunny :(

A/N: Wrote this a loooooooong time ago. Started off pretty cute until I let my period hormones finish the rest of the fic, sigh… Rip reader’s cunny.. AGAIN. (PS: I’m truly sorry for botching the Scottish slangs used.)

It wasn't unusual for people to not understand John 'Soap' MacTavish's Scottish slang. It also wasn't unusual for people to not even try and understand the Scottish lad. Unless it was crucial info to the mission on hand, most jokes and smartass remarks from Soap wasn't really worth repeating after the awkward silence or straight up laughter from his teammates.

He appreciated his team, he really does. There are times his jokes were reciprocated well, especially with his close friend- Ghost, but it's not often so he tries not to mind.

Well, until today at least.

Your soft giggles and laughs were like music to Soap's ears as you looked up to the man through your eyelashes. The bread on the counter was long forgotten as he watched you take humour to his passing joke.

"Sorry- I really do love your accent! It's scottish, right?" You tilted your head in a manner so cute, Soap's brain momentarily shut off.

"Yeah.." He answered slowly, almost shyly as he tried not to get distracted by how pretty you looked. "I'm Johnny,"

"I'm (Y/N)! I haven't seen you here at our bakery for a long while!" Your voice was cheerful and warm as you introduced yourself.

"Aye, been on a.. trip.." Soap mumbled, "Just got back this mornin’..”

"That's wonderful! Is there anything specific that you'd like to add on, Mr. Johnny? We recently hired a sandwich maker, so if you'd like-" You rambled a little about the menu and Soap nodded along, watching you carefully with a small smile.

"D'ye have any of yer pies?"

Your eyes twinkled at his question, "We sure do! We've got the classic chicken pot pie and vegetable pies for the savoury pies, aaaand we've got a blueberry pie, apple pie and lemon meringue pie for the sweet pies today!"

"I'll take a chicken pot pie, and a slice of yer blueberry pie." Soap watched your fingers press the buttons on the cash register before turning around to get the pastries.

He felt a little giddy and warm as he waited for his food, watching you interact with a customer on the other side.

"For here or to go, Mr. Johnny?" You asked as you turned back to him with the order and the bread he picked out earlierin a paper bag.

"To go, lassie."

"Here's your food then, sir." You said with a wide smile as Soap handed you the cash. You took the $100 bill and gave back his $83 dollar change. "Have a good day!"

He returned your smile, "Keep the change, lassie." 

"W-What? It's more than 80 dollars! This is too much!"

"Aye, but ye are too sweet for yer own good, love. Ye deserve it." Soap winked, walking towards the exit of the shop as he watched you sputter out thanks and goodbyes.

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"Mr. Johnny! You're back!" You put down the tray of cookies onto the table next to the cash register, quickly walking over to the scottish man who stood at the entrance. "Haven't seen you in a few days! Where were you?"

“S’just Johnny fer ye, lassie,” He smiled warmly as he walked closer to meet you, "Had some work."

"You must be very busy with work, huh?" Your smile as sweet as ever as you looked up at him.

"Aye."

"Well, good thing I have something new just for you!" You pulled him towards the freshly baked cookies on the counter. "Are you a fan of cookies?"

"Oh? Are ye offering, lass?" Soap teased.

You nodded in excitement, "Yep! You're the first one to try the new recipes out! You wanna try one?" You handed him the warm heart shaped cookie.

Soap looked at you before looking back down at the cookie. He broke a piece off and popped it into his mouth. The buttery dough and sugar melted in his mouth, with the slight chocolate flavour from the chips.

Your much shorter stature made it hard to see you in the line of the large man, but that didn't stop you from standing on your toes and trying to look at his expression.

"How is it? Was it too dry? I saw the recipe on instagram a couple days ago and tweaked it a bit, I hope I didn't mess it up!-"

"It's delicious, lass."

You stopped and looked at his smiling Soap. "Really?"

"Mhm." Soap hummed and ate another piece.

You laughed in joy, clapping your hands together, "I'm glad! I'll let you take the rest of the batch home!"

"Ah- no need. Keep them, lass."

You looked at Soap with a questioning look, "Why? They're yours! It's a gift!"

Soap shook his head, "I'll take a couple, but the rest should go to yer customers."

"Well, I kinda made them for you specifically, so.." You blushed. "It'd make me happy if you could take all of it, Johnny."

"Aren't ye too young to be giving a lad like me a gift, lassie?"

"I'm twenty this year," Your lips formed a small pout, "I'm not a child."

"Still younger than me, aye?"

"...How old are you?"

"Thirty-one."

"So what's eleven years?-"

"A big gap." He curtly replied with a teasing smile.

You stared at Soap for a moment before you sighed, "Please? I made them for you.." You handed him the cookies in a box, neatly tied into a bow now. You don't seem to be hiding your advances either with how persistent you were.

What a naive young woman.

"Fine, if it's yer wish, lassie. But I will pay."

"It's a gift, Johnny. Free of charge."

"Nae, I'll pay, lassie."

You pouted again.

Soap sighed and reached out to you. Your breath hitched when his rough and calloused hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles into the soft flesh.

"It's one dollar," You feigned annoyance.

"Is it really?"

A defiant nod was his only reply, "It's only a dollar."

"Well, then," Soap's fingers tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. "That's a steal, isnae?"

"Ye take tips, lassie?" His thumb gently traced your lips as he watched your eyelids flutter lightly at his touch.

"Maybe.." Your voice barely above a whisper.

"Then, this is my tip, aye?" Soap leaned down and captured your lips into a gentle kiss.

Your eyes fluttered close as you felt his lips on yours, soft and chaste. The scent of the bakery around you and the taste of the man before you was overwhelmingly sweet.

When he pulled away, you could only stare at him.

"Yer too pretty for yer own good, bonnie," He smirked, squeezing your cheeks playfully. "Yer shouldn't be giving kisses to strangers."

You blushed hard, feeling the heat from your ears, cheeks and neck.

"I really like the way you speak… And the way you treat me," You muttered shyly. "And you're not a stranger,"

"Am I not?" Soap raised a brow, "We barely know each other, lassie. For all ye know, I could've been a serial killer."

"You wouldn't." You replied immediately. "You're not a bad person... I think," Your lips quirked into a smirk, "You're a softie."

"Oh, ye think so?"

"Mmhm. You're not mean to the staff, and you always give nice compliments,"

"Do I now?" He tilted his head with a smirk, "And how did ye come to that conclusion?"

"I’m secretly super smart," You smiled mischievously.

"Yer a sneaky little lassie," Soap pinched your cheek.

"You have to come back here everyday now, by the way," You puffed your cheeks, "It's not free to kiss the owner's daughter,"

Soap snorted, "Aye, I'll have to come back here every day, then. What a pain."

You giggled and pushed the box of cookies into his arms.

♡ ______ ♡

It's pretty much common sense to get to know someone before dating them but you just can't help it can you? 

"Shite! I've got a fuckin' date, tonight!" Soap cursed as he swung the metal bat one last time into the captive's head, knocking them dead before inspecting the blood splatter on his shirt.

It's good to get to know someone in case they're a serial killer.. Like John 'Soap' McTavish.

Well, contract killer would be a more appropriate term. Assassin even, if you're into technicalities.

"Which poor girl did you force into a date with you?" Ghost snickered as he lazily flipped his dagger as he watched the Scottish man tried to clean his shirt; only to smear the blood more.

"I didnae force anyone! I've been talking to the baker's daughter. She asked me out!"

Ghost scoffed, "The young one? Barely out of school? What is she, 16?"

"She's twenty," Soap glared.

"Jesus Christ," Ghost rolled his eyes, "That's still a kid."

"Fuck off, ye git." Soap muttered before looking for a spare shirt to change into.

Ghost tossed him the packet of wet wipes, "Don't worry, I won't tell Price you're taking advantage of a poor girl."

"I'm not fucking taking advantage of her!"

"You're 11 years older than her, mate." Ghost patted his shoulder and left the warehouse.

Soap grumbled a string of curses and finished cleaning himself up.

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"Tomato soup?" The way you tilted your head was still as cute as the first time he saw you.

"Aye. The bastard tipped it all over my favourite shirt." Soap said, leaning against the counter.

"Aww," You pouted, "And you didn't get his number? At least make him pay for dry cleaning?"

"Nae, I didnae." Soap's lips twitched upwards, "Didn't get a chance to ask."

"Here lemme look," Your innocent eyes flickered to his shirt, a little blood stained where the button down met the fabric of his pants. You didn't seem to mind as you looked him up and down.

Soap chuckled, "Are ye checking me out, bonnie?"

You blushed and giggled softly.

"M’looking at your shirt, silly! You got some on your pants too.." You lightly scratched at the fabric. "Must've been some thick tomato soup! If I didn't know any better i'd have guessed that it was blood.." You teased.

Soap smirked, "Yer a curious little kitten, aren't ye?"

"Maybe~”

Soap leaned forward and gently grasped your chin, his thumb rubbing over the plump skin of your lips. If only you knewwhat his hands were capable of doing.

What the stains really were...

Would you still have that bright, curious glint in your eyes?

"You're staring, Johnny~"

Soap was shaken out of his thoughts. He was so caught up with his thoughts he didn't realise that he had been staring at your face, his eyes tracing the features that were becoming oh so familiar.

"Yer a beauty, lass." He whispered, voice low and almost gruff.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," You joked.

Soap shook his head, "Where would the fun be in that, lassie?"

"Well," You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him, burying your face into his chest. "You could also let me stay the night?" Your voice was shy and muffled.

Soap smiled, "Aye, I'd love to have ye in my bed, bonnie."

"Johnny!"

"What? I wasnae lying when I said ye were too pretty fer yer own good,"

"You're being lewd." You poked his chest.

"And ye aren't, aye? Askin' a lad like me to share a bed with ye."

"Shut up, Johnny. You know what I mean,"

"Aye,"

"Johnnyyyyyy!"

"I like yer laugh, bonnie," Soap mumbled into your hair, his lips brushing over the soft strands. "Wanna hear more of it,"

"You'll see me tomorrow."

"Aye, and the day after that,"

"And the day after that, and the day after that,"

Soap hummed, "Yer really going to have to stay the night with me." He tightened his hold on you.

You giggled, "Only if you want to.."

"I do. I do."

"Okay, then,"

Soap leaned down to peck your forehead before scooping you into his arms. You squealed and laughed, hugging his neck.

"Let's go, then, bonnie."

♡ ______ ♡

"W-wait! It's.. It's too big!-" Your eyes were tearing up from the intense pleasure, your voice hoarse and scratchy.

"Come on, bonnie. Ye can take it." Soap panted, his voice gravelly and gruff. "Relax for me, love."

You whimpered as he tried to fit his bulbous cock into your virgin hole. Your tiny cunt was trying to squeeze and suck him in, the wet squelching of your arousal not doing anything to help.

"J-Johnny, it's not gonna fit," You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The older man reached down and rubbed tight circles into your clit, making your whole body twitch in sensitivity.

"O-oh, f-fuck.." You whined, toes curling and fingers grasping at the sheets.

"Language, bonnie,"

"S-Sorry," You mumbled, your pussy clenching and releasing around the head of his cock.

"That's it, bonnie, nice and easy.." Soap pushed further and you cried, a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Johnny, pull out! Pull out!-" You pushed against his chest as he smiled sadistically, forcing his cock into you.

"Relax, lass," He purred, "Ye can take it."

"N-No!-" You screamed. "I c-can't! It's too much! Ah-" His lips latched onto your tender nipple, sucking and nibbling.

"Just a bit more, bonnie," He mumbled. "Almost in.."

"P-please, no! I c-can't!" You sobbed, feeling his large hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your belly.

"Johnnyyyy~" You cried.

"Hush, love," He soothed, his lips latching onto yours.

You whined and moaned as he slowly inched himself into your small body, his hips flush against yours.

"There yer go, bonnie. All of me in yer little cunt," Soap praised, his rough palm cupping your cheek. "Good girl, taking all of me like that,"

You sniffled and nodded, a few stray tears falling. "S'hurts.. You gotta pull out, Johnny.. M'can't take it.."

God, the sight of you spread open under him, your eyes teary and cheeks pink, the way your walls fluttered and gripped his cock, the feeling of you around him, soft and pliant.

It was driving him mad. The feeling of ruining your innocence, the pleasure and satisfaction from taking your first time and the lust from fucking a young and naive girl was overwhelming.

He wanted more.

He wanted to see you break and shatter.

"I will, i will... Gonna pull out just for ye," Soap cooed, pulling out until only the tip remained.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

Soap slammed his hips back into yours, a loud scream and a sob ripped from your throat.

"Aww, poor bonnie.." He cooed, "Didnae mean to hurt ye,"

You couldn't form any coherent sentences as he rutted into you, your body rocking back and forth with the power of his thrusts.

His fingers were tormenting your poor clit, pinching and pulling at the sensitive nub as he smiled with a crazedexpression.

"I-It hurts! S-stop- N-no more!"

"Yer too fuckin' tight, love. So fuckin' good around me,"

"J-Johnny, please.. Help! H-help someone- Mmpff!-"

Soap captured your lips into a messy kiss, his tongue exploring every crevice and cavity. He sucked and licked at the roof of your mouth, his teeth biting at your bottom lip.

"Now, now, bonnie. Yer wouldn't want the neighbours to hear, would ye?" He covered your mouth with his hand and you sobbed, your eyes squeezing shut as he abused your cunt.

"That's it, lassie. Just let me fuck ye, nice and easy,"

Your body was wracked with sobs, torn between pain and pleasure. Your walls were clamping and fluttering around his cock, trying to milk him.

"Such a good girl," Soap moaned, "So good for me, aren't ye?"

"C-Can't breathe.." You whimpered in between sobs.

"But if I lift my hand, yer gonna start screaming and crying again, aren't ye?"

"N-No.."

"Don't lie, love," Soap smirked, "Yer such a naughty girl."

"I p-promise! Please- Need to breathe-" Your face was red from the lack of air and Soap chuckled.

"If ye say so, love," He slowly lifted his hand and you gasped, gulping in the air.

"P-Please! S-slow d-down- Ah!" You threw your head back, nails scratching at his arms.

"Beg fer it, bonnie. Beg fer it,"

"Please, slow down.. I-It's too much- J-Johnny please!" You whimpered.

"Alright, love. I'll give ye a break," Soap smirked, his hips slowing down. "See, I'm not that bad, am I?"

"N-No.." You whimpered softly as he petted your hair

"But I think ye need to thank me fer taking care of yer, hm?"

"T-Thank you," You mumbled, feeling his cock pull out, only the tip remaining.

"Ye think ye can take it a little more, lassie?" Soap grinned, "Ye want more, aye?"

"N-no! P-pull out, please!"

"Come on, love. We've come this far," Soap's voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "You love me, right? Ye wouldn't leave me hanging like this."

"I-I can't-"

"Oh, but ye can,"

"Please! I can't-"

"Say ye don't love me,"

"..."

"See? Come on.. Yer not a kid, bonnie. Ye can do it,"

"...O-okay, Johnny.."

"That's my good girl.." Soap cooed, pulling out slightly and slamming back into your abused cunt.

You muffled your screams into his shoulder and cried as he continued his ruthless pace. Your pussy was leaking and throbbing, the pleasure of his cock hitting all the right places.

"That's it, bonnie. Take all of me. Such a good girl for me, aren't ye? Ye take all my cock so well," He started playing with your clit and you thrashed, the stimulation becoming too much.

"Ahh-! S-Stop- I-It's too- Too m-much!"

"Yer close, aren't ye, love?"

You nodded frantically, tears streaming down your cheeks. "C-can't- P-pull out- N-Not ins-side-!"

"I'm sorry, bonnie. Can't do that,"

"N-No- Please, p-pull out-!" You sobbed.

"I'm afraid that's not gonna happen, lassie."

"No- N-No- I-It's coming-! P-pull out! N-not inside!" He cut you off with a deep kiss and you moaned, the pressure in your belly reaching its limit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your orgasm washing over you. You screamed and thrashed, your back arching.

"There we go, love," Soap growled. "Take my load, love. I'm going to breed ye. Knock ye up, bonnie. Gonna fill ye with my seed," He grunted and came, his warm cum filling your womb and spilling out from the sides.

There was so much of it.

"N-no.. Don't like this.." You whined.

"Shhh," Soap kissed you again, "It's alright, love. Ye did so good,"

"Johnny..." You started crying again and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here, bonnie. I've got ye," You pushed him away weakly.

"Now, don't be like that, bonnie. I just wanna hold ye." Soap pouted and you shook your head.

"Don't want you.. N-no.."

"But why, love? I thought ye loved me?" He smirked, knowing how you'd react.

"Y-you.. You didn't stop-" You weakly tried to get out of bed, but ended up on the floor.

"Aww, did ye hurt yerself, bonnie?"

"L-Leave me alone!"

Soap frowned, "Now that's not nice, lassie. Watch yer tone with me,"

"N-no! Stay away!"

Soap sighed and walked over to you. He picked you up and laid you back on the bed, your face red and blotchy. You kept on trying to push him away, but you were too weak.

"I'm going to have to clean ye up, aye? Ye wouldn't want to wake up all sticky, would ye?"

"L-Let me go!" You were struggling to push him back.

"Ye have no right to refuse me, bonnie." He said, "If ye keep pushing me, i might have to teach ye a lesson."

You didn't care and kept on trying to get away from him. In the midst of your struggle, you slipped your hands out of his hold and slapped him, hard.

His face turned red and his eyes were wide, a shocked expression on his face. He touched the spot where you hit him and chuckled, his laughter turning into a full blown fit.

"Getting feisty, are we, lassie? Yer a brave one, aren't ye?"

You gulped, afraid. You realised your mistake and quickly scrambled off the bed, stumbling to the other side of the room.

Soap was much faster, his large hands grabbing your waist and throwing you back on the bed. You screamed and tried to hit him, but he was faster.

"What did I tell ye, bonnie?"

"Y-You said n-nothing about this! I thought you were different!-" 

"Aye, ye liked my accent, didn't ye?"

"W-what-?"

"And ye thought I was a good guy, didn't ye? Aye, ye did,"

"I thought-"

"Ye young lassies are the same. So gullible," Soap smirked, his lips hovering near yours.

"Let me go!"

"Now why would I do that? Yer mine and I'm yers. Isn't that right, bonnie?"

You shook your head, tears running down your cheeks.

"That's right. Yer my sweet little girl, and I'm yer Johnny." He pulled you into his chest, a hand threateningly wrapped around your throat from behind. "And that means, yer gonna be nice and all cute with me, and we're gonna get along, aye?"

You sobbed and nodded, not wanting to make him angrier.

"Good, good. I'm glad yer smart, love,"

"L-Let me go, please.. I w-won't tell a-anyone.."

"Now, now. I'll let ye go once we're done here but it doesn't mean you get to go, if you know what I mean," He chuckled.

"D-don't touch me," You tried to sound intimidating but he only found it cute.

"I can't do that, lass. I already told ye. Yer my lassie, and I'm yer man." He kissed your forehead affectionately. "S'okay, yer gonna love it sooner or later, aye?"

"I-I'm scared.."

"No, don't be, love. M'still yer Johnny." He pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips.

You sniffled and relaxed a little.

"Yer still so tense, love. How about we get ye cleaned up, aye?" His deceptively sweet voice contradicting the horror he had put you through.

"Now don't go anywhere.. Or i'll kill ye," He kissed the tip of your nose.

You nodded.

He left the room and went into the bathroom. He brought out a small basin and a washcloth. He soaked the washcloth in the basin and squeezed the excess water out.

"Spread yer legs for me, love. Nice and easy," You obeyed him, not wanting to make him mad.

He gently rubbed the warm cloth between your thighs, cleaning the dried cum and juices. 

"There ye go... Nice and easy.." He cooed as he softly cleaned you up as you whimpered softly.

"There's a good girl, ye did so well.."

You were still sobbing and hiccupping as he placed the washcloth back in the basin.

"Hurts.." You whined.

"What hurts, baby girl?"

"Down there.. Hurts.." Tears fell from your eyes as you complained.

"Aww, ye poor thing.. S'okay, I'll help ye..." He set the basin aside and pulled you into his chest.

You were still sobbing, trying to pull away from him, but his arms held you in place.

"Shhh.. It's okay, love... Ye did so good... Yer my good girl. Did so well for me..."

He gently stroked your hair and soothed you, whispering comforting words in your ear.

"I-It hurts so much.."

"I know.. M'sorry, bonnie.. Ye felt too good, m'couldn't help it.." He cooed, his voice gentle and warm.

"Why'd you have to be so rough? Why'd you have to hurt me like that?"

"S'because, love... Yer such a good girl, m'just wanted to show ye how much I love ye..." He smirked to himself as he watched you slowly relax in his arms.

"But it still hurts.."

"I promise I won't hurt ye like that again.."

"Please don't ever do this to me again.."

"I'm sorry, bonnie.." He cooed as he softly petted your hair.

You were silent except for the soft whimpering and sobbing.

"Are ye mad at me, love?"

"..."

"Ye can say yes, love... M'not mad at ye..."

You shook your head, not sure if you could answer him.

"I dunno.." You were confused, unsure how to feel.

"I'll be a better man, bonnie. I promise, I won't ever hurt ye again. Ye don't deserve to be treated this way."

"P-promise..?" Your tearful doe eyes met his icy blue ones.

"Aye, bonnie. I promise."

"Then I forgive you." You murmured as he hugged you tightly.

"Yer such a kind soul, lassie." He smirked to himself, his fingers gently rubbing the small of your back.

"Thank you.."

"Yer welcome, love."

"Can we get some sleep?" You asked, your voice hoarse. "M'so tired.."

"Aye, we can." He gently laid you down on the bed, kissing your forehead.

"Can you cuddle with me?" Soap’s cock jolted a bit in excitement from how pathetic you sounded.

"Sure, bonnie."

"Thank you..." You sniffled softly into his chest, desperately snuggling the warm skin for comfort.

"There, there.. I'm here, love.."

"I love you, Johnny.."

"M'love ye too, bonnie."

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I’ve Always Loved You💔

He Broke Us ...💔

Chapter 2

Paring : Chris Evans x Lana Parker

Word Count: 3.5k

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Lana Pov

Aria is babbling some baby nonsense while standing next to my legs as I'm locking up my front door. We are headed to the park to have a late lunch today. All of a sudden I have a feeling like someone is watching me, and I turn around and grab my chest, trying to calm my breathing as if it's just Steven.

"Steven, you scared me; don't ever do that again," I say, grabbing my chest and looking down towards Aria.

"Mommy is scward. Swtevn bad.." Aria babbles, and I can't help but smile. I take her little hand in mine, and my other hand grabs the picnic basket.

"Steven is bad, Aria," I say, picking her up and placing her on my hip, shooting Steven a wink.

"So Lana, you guys are headed to the park, I assume?" he says as he fiddles with his keys.

"Yes, we are; would you like to come along, Steven?" I asked him, already knowing his answer, and trusting my gut, I packed some extra sandwiches.

"Are you kidding me? I would love to," he says as he backs up to let us pass by.

Great, we will meet you there," I say, taking Aria's hand and waving back to Steven as he waves back.

I walk down the stairs of my apartment complex and walk towards my car. I put Aria in her car seat and kiss her little hands, and she giggles. I place our picnic basket next to her and walk around to the driver's side.

"Ready baby?" I ask her as I put my seat belt on and turn the AC on.

"Yeah, mommy," she says.

I smile and turn some music on. I play some Disney songs and pull out, driving towards the park.

Steven was our neighbor in the apartment complex I live in; he moved in when Aria was about seven months old and has been trying to take me out on a date since. I don't think I'm ready to date again, but he is good company and cares for Aria, and I like to think Aria likes him, so I friend-zoned him, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

Once we arrive at the park, I help Aria out of her car seat, he grabs her Mickey Mouse, and I grab the basket. While we wait for Steven, I apply some sunscreen to her arms and her adorable chubby face. After we see Steven pull in, we walk towards one of the play structures and sit down as we watch Aria play. After Aria is done playing on the playground and swings, we walk over to a shaded area.

This is a big park and has three sides. A huge dog park, a kid's park, and a hill where you could have a picnic and hang out with your families.

Okay, my sweet girl, here is your jelly sandwich, crackers, and apple juice," I say as I hand her some napkins and tuck them on under the overalls she's wearing, and we start eating. Steven and I fall back into a conversation about my next book release.

I'm a children's book writer (for the Lucky Dog series), and I stopped writing after having Aria, but recently something inspired me to start writing again. I'm almost finished and waiting to hear from my publishing company. I'm excited to start publishing again. It was the one thing that could shut me out of the real world and help me focus on having a little me time while Aria would nap.

..

Steven, could you please watch her as I throw away this trash? I say, getting up after we finished eating and Aria insisted on walking around to look at the little flowers around the park.

"Sure thing," he says, grabbing Aria and throwing her up in the sky as she giggles. I pick up everything and place it in the trash bag I brought with me.

"Okay, thank you; I'll be right back," I say, walking away from them. I'm walking towards our car, where I saw some trash cans earlier.

Surprisingly, today the park isn't too crowded, and there are only maybe five families out, which is shocking. I throw away my trash and walk back toward where I left them.

I walk over to Steven, who is sitting on a bench while he is talking on the phone, but I can't see Aria anywhere. I run towards him.

"Steven! Where is Aria? "I'm panicking, looking behind and around him, but I can't see her anywhere.

"Oh, yeah, she was right here looking at the flowers, I swear. I am so sorry," he says as he puts the phone down. He gets up and looks for her, calling her name.

"MOVE!" I yell at him as my blood is boiling and I'm getting scared. Maybe she was taken or ran towards the oncoming traffic... I ran back to where we had lunch.

My heart is panicking, and I'm about ready to cry when I can't see her anywhere.

"ARIA!!! ARIA!!!" I yelled, running around trying to find her.

Where are you, damn it. Aria? Please come back.

I run across the park while Steven runs to the other one, and I'm running around when I hear her giggling... I run faster, and I see her near a tree, under a dog, and a man kneeling near her.

"ARIA, OH MY GOD, ARIA!!!! I yell, running towards them, and I see the dog get up and be pulled again. I run closer, and the man on the ground gets up, and I freeze in the spot.

"NOO! It can't be. Chris! What is he doing here? Why is he here?" I mumble to myself.

I lock eyes with him, and he has the same look as me. I see Dodger, and he runs towards me, almost knocking me down. I push my emotions aside and run over to Aria to pick her up.

"Mommy lowk doggy," she says. I pick her up from Dodger as he licks my leg.

Aria is babbling, and I see her jeans are a little ripped, so I'm guessing she fell down.

I look back at Chris, and he was about to say something when Steven runs up and stands next to us, and before Chris can say anything, I speak up and stop him from saying anything.

"Thank you. Have a nice day, Mr.," I say and walk off with Steven.

"Bye bye, doggy. Mawa Iowe doggy," Aria says as I kiss her cheeks, walking off, not daring to look back.

I walk off, and the tears are falling down fast. Steven seems to notice, and he tries to take Aria from me, and I just hold her tighter. I walk over to my car and unlock it.

I buckle Aria in her car seat as she is babbling about Dodger and trying to tell Steven, and I kiss her head while handing her a cardboard book, and Mickey and I shut the door.

"I'm so sorry, Lana," Steven tries to say something, but I wipe my tears and tell him I will see him soon and talk later. I get in the car and drive off, pushing the emotions aside for Aria. I cannot break down right now.

...

I'm rocking Aria in her bedroom, putting her down for bed after I've given her a shower and cleaned up her cut, and my thoughts are all over the place.

What if he knows and is here to take her away from me?

Why is he back now?

Has he moved on?

After two years, why is he back?

"Mawa..." I hear Aria say, tucking on my shirt, taking me out of my thoughts as I rock her.

"Yes, baby..." I whisper.

"Twat was daddy, with doggie in pawk? Aria asks me, and my eyes are holding on to the tears, not allowing them to escape just yet.

"Yes, yes, baby.. daddy was in the park.. he is back from work.." I say this as I put her in her crib or toddler bed.

"When he comes to live with us..." Aria whispers as her eyes get heavy and her breathing slows down as she falls into a slumber.

I kiss her forehead, turn on the sound machine, grab the baby monitor, and walk out, leaving the door a little open.

...

I walk into the kitchen and grab some water and Tylenol, then walk into the living room and place the baby monitor on the coffee table.

After taking two Tylenols, I chug the water and break down in the living room. Why was he back in Boston, and why didn't Lisa say anything this afternoon when she came by?

I will not let him take my baby away. After all, he did. And the fact that the Dodgers recognized Aria breaks my heart. He always knew before I could even find out.

I met Chris when I used to volunteer at Miles Elementary School's clubs program. My first book series was coming out, and I would come out to the children's library and read my books to the after-school kids in clubs, where Chris walked into my life and stole my heart and made me feel like the luckiest woman alive until he fucked up and threw it all away, while taking my heart with him.

Flashback (2017)

"Carly, which one is he in again? I ask my sister.

"Chris is in room 2b next to the library; just walk in and you will see him." Okay, thanks. I think I can figure it out. Bye, Carly.

"Again, thank you, Chris," she says, and I can hear Stella and Ethan arguing about something in the background.

"Any time," I say, hanging up and getting out of my car.

I hang up the phone and walk into the school office. Carly had an appointment with the big kids, and I need to pick up Miles from after-school clubs. The lady in front has me sign in to a log sheet. She hands me a sticker to put on, and I back up and bump into someone. I hear a thump, and I look down, and I see all her things on the floor. "Oh my," she says in the sweetest voice.

"I'm so sorry," I say and help her up, picking up her folder and book. I get a good look at her, and she is just drop-dead gorgeous.

"It's okay," she says. Before I can say anything, she walks over behind the counter, grabs a patch, and walks by.

I shake my head and walk towards the door of the office to walk onto campus. I look for the library. I spot it on the other side of me, and I run over, and I see most parents inside lined up along the glass wall looking at other children. I walk into the room and see all the kids on the floor waiting quietly. Just then she walks in with a book and introduces herself as Miss. Parker. She starts to read her book, and I can't help but actually listen to the whole children's book.

After she finishes, I can't help but start clapping, breaking the silence, and all eyes are on me as if I needed that. I smile and fidget with my baseball cap and thank God for Miles as he and the other kids start to clap, breaking the awkward silence, and I just smile and kick my feet.

Miles is clapping on the floor with his kindergarten buddies, up to me with his copy of the book.

"Uncle Chwis," he says, catching everyone's attention yet again, and Miss. Parker smiles.

Everyone soon leaves the room as the kids go to grab their belongings from the gym, and I'm left alone with Miss. Parker.

"So Uncle Chwis, you crash all of Miles's afternoon clubs; am I just the lucky one today?" she says mockingly while she grabs her things and walks up to me.

Uh, no, actually, your voice is just so soothing, and I loved your book...and well, um, this is my first time crashing anything," I say, reaching behind my neck and rubbing my hair, and she just laughs.

"Well, thank you, and I'm honored," she says.

"Um, hi, my name is Chris," I say, reaching for her hands, which she takes and are so soft and smooth as she shakes my hand.

"Miss. Parker, nice to meet you, Chris," she says, smiling, and lets go of my hand.

"So, Miss. Parker, do you have a name?" I say I'm trying to shoot my shot, and I smile back at her, and I can see her cheeks brighten as she blushes.

"I do, Captain America, but you're going to have to excuse me; someone there is calling me. See you around," she says as she leaves me stunned, so she knows who I am. I walk out behind her, and Miles runs up to me, and I grab his backpack, leaning it over my shoulder. I grab his hand, and we walk out towards the parking lot over to my car. As we reach the car, I open his door, place his backpack down, and help him in. I see he is holding a copy of The Lucky Dog. I snatched it from him.

"Hey, twats mine," he says as I grab his little hand, shoo it away, and run my fingers through his hair.

"I know I'm just looking after it." I say, and I buckle Miles in and flip to the back of the book.

Ahhh "Alana Parker".

... A few days later

Chris ended up picking Miles up the next Monday in hopes of seeing Lana again, and to his luck, she was there in the library. He smiled and entered and sat through the whole reading again, and this time he tried to be more subtle than last week.

After Lana was done and the kids went to grab their belongings, Chris took the chance and walked over to Lana.

"So, Miss. Parker, or should I say Alana,"  you have a beautiful name? I'm walking up to her.

"Ahhh yes, Chris. Thank you. My grandparents named me," she says, and he hands me a signed copy of her book.

"So you don't come every Monday and can read at home now?" she snickers while handing me a brand-new copy of her book.

I smile and take it.

Chris ends up asking Lana on a date, and by the second date, he falls in love with her, and he falls hard.

End of Flashback

...

Lana pov

I cannot believe he is back. It's all a big shock to me.

Chris and I hit off pretty quickly after our first and second dates. Five months into dating, I moved in with Chris and put my apartment or home out to lease for someone. A year later, he had to go back to work to promote the last Avengers, and I stayed back in Boston to finish my last book for series one of The Lucky Dog.

We couldn't live without each other and would always call when we weren't working. After 6 months, he came back after the premiere of Endgame. I met his family and friends, and he met my grandparents, and I loved my life.

In late 2017, after just dating for a couple of months, Chris proposed, and I said yes. We told everyone the news in February 2018 that Chris was taking a break from acting, and we agreed to get married in 2019. We had a date and everything. Everyone was so happy for us.

That night it was one of Chris's friends, Tara's birthday, and I wasn't feeling to go, so Chris went to celebrate and I stayed home with Dodger. I hadn't been feeling well for two weeks at the time, and I had placed an Amazon order for some pregnancy tests that just happened to be delivered the same night.

I remember wasting no time and taking a test, and when it came back as pregnant, I jumped up and down. I was with Dodger when I found out, and he was nudging my leg when I found out he was barking along. He had been extra clingy and lying on my tummy the whole week, so that explained that.

I was in our bedroom at the time when I heard the front door open, and I hid the test in my back pocket. I wanted to surprise Chris in a cute way, but that went out the window when I heard his footsteps, and I wanted to tell him right away that he was about to become a dad. We would often daydream about having a little family of our own, and I couldn't believe it was happening.

As soon as Chris walked in the room, he was super drunk—more drunk than I've ever seen him—and he was so angry that night.

Flashback (2019)

"Dodger looks like Daddy is back. Let's surprise him with your little brother or sister. I coo to Dodger, and Dodger barks back. I get up from the ottoman in front of our bed.

I can hear Chris come up the stairs, and out of nowhere I hear glass breaking.

I run out of the room, and I see Chris standing on the stairs, pulling the picture frames of us from the walls and dropping them on the floor, breaking them.

Chris, what are you doing? I say as he stops and looks my way, He looks mad; he is super drunk and can barely walk in a straight line. He walks past me into the room, and I follow behind him as Dodger is behind me whining.

Chris walks over to the bed and falls down, and Dodger runs up to him. I'm still standing by the door, shocked at Chris's behavior. I've seen and been around him when he was drunk in the past, but he's always super cuddly and soft. I've never seen him this annoyed or angry. Dodger gets on the bed and starts to bark and lick his face, which leads Chris to jump up and take Dodger and walk him towards the door and push him outside, and he looks at the door and looks my way.

"Chris, you're scaring me? I say as he walks over.

"SHUT UP!" He yells and I jump. He's never screamed at me.

"Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris... do you ever shut up, Lana? You're so annoying and ugh," he spits out, walking towards me and taking my hand in his.

"Baby.. I-,"

"Don't call me that," he spits out.

I don't have the words for what's happening, and Dodger is barking outside the door.

Chris cages me in, takes my left hand, pulls my ring off, and waves it around in my face.

"You're the mistake, Lana," he slurs.

"GET OUT! I don't want you here," he says as he throws the ring somewhere in the room.

"Get out before you ruin my life." He screams and pushes me out of the room, locking it behind him, and I hear him throwing stuff around.

End of Flashback

I remember him pushing me out, and I stayed out all night long, crying for Chris to open the door, but he didn't. The next morning I woke up on the couch and looked around. It was quiet, and the time was 6:30 in the morning. I went to the gym to check on Chris, and when I didn't see him, I ran upstairs and into the bedroom, and to my surprise, he wasn't there. I thought he and Dodger went on a morning run until I went to use the bathroom and most of Chris's things were gone and so was Dodger, but there was a note on the bed.

Lana Parker

I can't do this; you are in the way between me and my career. I need to go back to LA and try to save my career after Captain America and land some films, and you are in the way. I realized I do not want the same things as you right now, so please leave and never contact me or my family again.

Chris Evans.

I cried and cried that day and remembered I was pregnant with his baby—our baby—baby Aria.

I left Chris's family alone, emptied out his house, and moved back into my old apartment. I ended up blocking everyone I knew of his I went to the doctor when my morning sickness started kicking in, and I found out I was at least 14 weeks pregnant. I was only 5 months old when my grandparents passed away. My only family left wasMy parents were both killed in a car accident, and my grandparents raised me. They were both very successful and had a lot of money left for me and my baby. Grandma eventually found out I was pregnant, and I lied to them and said Chris was away filming. I still regret not telling them the truth; it sometimes haunts me in my sleep. I sold some land they owned in Europe, and I and Aria are good for a lifetime.

When I was nine months pregnant, Lisa ran into me at the supermarket and found out I was pregnant with Chris's baby, and eventually, all the Evans found out. Now Lisa comes over every Friday for lunch or breakfast, and Aria meets her aunts and uncles for holidays, but now that Chris is back, I don't know anymore.

I gather myself off the floor and walk towards my bedroom and into the bathroom. I wash my face and get in the shower.

"You will not let him win Aria," I tell myself in the mirror as I dry my hair.

I walk into my bedroom, place the baby monitor on the nightstand, get into bed, and think of ways to explain to Aria now that her father is back and she's seen him.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part forty-three: "The End of the Trip"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Matt are back on the road and finishing the last of your Christmas road trip towards Chicago.

Or

You both once again try to stay entertained for over six hours in a car. And Matt asks you something during your game of Twenty Questions that you can't stop thinking about.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: A fluffy final installment to end Matt and Reader's Christmas roadtrip before the holiday fluff. You are all quickly approaching Big Angst, too... You can find all the installments for this series on tumblr here. (Side note, the questions for the game of 20 Questions in this installment came from my AO3 readers!)

One and a Half Hours into the Drive

Beside you, Matt followed you out of the gas station and towards where you’d parked the rental car. Snow had begun to fall again in big, fluffy flakes around you both as your boots and his shoes crunched over the salted pavement. 

Thankfully the argument between the two of you had been laid to rest after you'd had sex last night. The pair of you had talked things over and the tension and anger had dissipated from between you both after being able to hear each other out. Which was good considering you'd be spending just over six hours driving today before finally getting to the condo you'd rented through Airbnb. 

“You were right,” Matt announced beside you. “Gas station bathrooms are officially the most disgusting places.”

You laughed lightly, unlocking the car as Matt made his way to the passenger side. His hand easily found the door handle and opened it. Before he got in, he took a moment to quickly fold up his cane as you made your way around the front of the car.

“Well, I did warn you,” you told him. “That’s why I always try to find the actual rest stops. Usually those are cleaner.” You opened your door and slid into your seat, quickly shutting the door and the cold back out with it. “There wasn’t a stall door on one of the women’s bathrooms. But it…didn’t seem to deter people from using it,” you said with a cringe.

“I can assure you more than one person pissed in the men’s bathroom sink,” Matt said as he got into his seat.

“Gross,” you replied, pulling a face. “You want some hand sanitizer?”

“Yes, please,” he answered.

You started the car, letting the heat once again warm the pair of you up from the cold. Focusing on the purse you hadn’t taken off yet, you unzipped it and dug around the pouch until you found the little container. You turned and opened the cap, Matt already holding out a palm expectantly.

“It uh, smells like apples so I hope that’s okay?" you asked, hesitating a moment.

“Smells like apples and alcohol,” Matt corrected with a grin, “but still better than whatever else might be on my hands.”

Pulling another face, you squirted some hand sanitizer onto his palm. He immediately spread it around both of his hands. Your eyes caught the sight of him cringing at the scent of the hand sanitizer before you deposited it back into your purse. 

“So do you need anything else while we’re here?” you asked him, slipping the purse strap off of you and tossing your purse into the back seat. 

Matt’s gaze focused on you, a little smile on his mouth. “I’ll give you one guess,” he said.

Rolling your eyes, you twisted around in your seat until you could reach the bag you had on the floor behind you. You grabbed the container of trail mix out of it and righted yourself back in your seat, holding it out to Matt.

“You might need a trail mix intervention after this trip,” you teased.

He accepted the container from you, eagerly unscrewing the cap. You buckled yourself into the seat, starting your music back up quietly before you focused on backing up. You were hoping the snow wouldn’t pick up or continue the rest of the drive.

“It’s the dried cherries,” Matt replied. “They’re the best dried cherries I’ve ever had. And whatever these dark chocolate pieces you tossed a few of in here are." He threw a handful in his mouth before he shook his head, still chewing. "You know what, no,” he said, “it’s the whole thing. This might be my weakness.”

You laughed as he tossed another handful into his mouth. Focusing on pulling the car back out to the interstate you teased, "Alright big bad Devil. I won’t tell anyone your super secret weakness is trail mix. God forbid the criminals of Hell’s Kitchen learn that secret. The city will never be safe again.” 

"I can always count on you to keep my big secrets," he joked back.

You glanced at him beside you, unable to resist the smile that broke out across your face. He was shoveling another handful of trail mix into his mouth, grinning back at you with his mouth full when he realized you were looking at him. 

"What?" he asked, brows rising onto his forehead. 

Eyes returning to the road, your smile was still spread wide across your face. "You're adorable," you muttered.

Three Hours Into the Drive 

"What is your absolute favorite food?" Matt asked curiously. 

"That's a difficult one to answer," you said, eyes still focused on the road. "Toss up between Ruby's Diner’s grilled cheeses or that spicy tuna roll from that sushi place I'm always grabbing lunch from." You shot him a quick look over your shoulder. "You? And please don't say that trail mix," you teased.

"Okay well if I can't choose the trail mix," he said, shooting you a cheeky smile, "I guess I'd pick the pad see ew from the Thai restaurant near my place."

"That actually sounds so good right now," you replied, suddenly realizing how close to lunchtime it was getting. "We are going to need to stop for lunch soon."

"You'll get no argument from me," he assured you. 

"Okay, well, I'll keep an eye out for something that looks like it would be good to stop at. But…how about a festive question," you mused, enjoying the game of twenty questions you'd started a bit ago. "What's your favorite part of Christmas?"

Matt rubbed a hand across his mouth as he thought. "Probably the Christmas carolers around the city," he said slowly. "They're nice to hear when I'm out. You?"

"Probably just seeing family," you told him. "Ever since I moved to Hell’s Kitchen I usually only see most of my family for the holidays." You shot him a quick smile as you added, "And I'm looking forward to you joining this year."

He returned the smile, his eyes creasing at the corners. "Me too, sweetheart," he replied. 

"Okay, your turn for a question," you told him.

"How about…" Matt began, a mischievous glint in his eye when you briefly looked at him. "What's in your suitcase?"

Your eyes went wide at his question, hands tightening on the steering wheel. You definitely should have been expecting him to ask you that, but you really hadn't been. "Just clothes," you answered him quickly. "What's in your suitcase, Matt?" you countered. 

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Should have figured you wouldn't answer entirely truthfully, but it was worth a shot. And also clothes, to answer your question," he said.

"Hmm," you hummed, tapping a finger against the steering wheel as you tried to think of another good question to change the subject. "What was your favorite night out in college with Foggy?" Immediately Matt burst into a laugh in his seat, the sound drawing a smile to your face. "Clearly there's one memory in particular that came to mind."

"Okay, so there was this one night we went out," Matt began, a massive smile on his face as he recalled the night. "And we got wasted before midterms. We were coming back from the bar and both of us were starving, so when we got back to our place we raided our fridge. Couldn't believe we had like half a sausage pizza in there and we just devoured it," he said, cracking up as he continued. "Then we downed an entire bag of Doritos before Foggy realized it wasn't our dorm."

"What?!" you gasped, a laugh falling out of you. 

"Yeah," he said, nodding quickly as he laughed harder. "We weren't even in the right building. We had broken into some poor college kids' dorm and ate their pizza and Doritos. I had been too drunk myself to even notice."

You threw a hand over your mouth, laughing hard into it. "That had to have been so disappointing when that person realized their pizza was gone."

"Probably blamed their roommate," Matt said, still laughing lightly. "And never believed them that they didn't eat their food." He turned in his seat, focusing on you. "What about you? What was your best night out in college?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Believe it or not, I was friends with a very outgoing group of people. There was like six of us girls and we all lived in the same apartment building," you explained, Matt turning further in his seat towards you as he listened. "We…had a lot of wild nights out."

"Oh?" he asked curiously. "You'll have to share those stories with me sometime."

Flushing, you continued on. "They all turned twenty-one before me. So one night, about two weeks before my twenty-first, they snuck me into a bar with them. We all got pretty drunk and were trying to figure out how we were going to get back home–weirdly enough, there was a limo waiting outside of the bar. Whoever ordered it never showed after like twenty minutes so the driver–who’s name was Felix and he was a very nice older man–offered to drive us all back to our apartment for free.” You grinned, remembering the night. “Obviously we tipped him. And obviously it was pretty stupid for six drunk college girls to get into a limo like that, which was something we didn’t think about until we were sober the next day.”

Matt was laughing beside you. “Yeah, I was going to say, sweetheart,” he agreed. “The man could have been a serial killer luring young, drunk college women with free limo rides to literally anywhere.”

“Which would probably work really well, too,” you mused. A shudder ran down your spine at the thought. “Well, I’m glad that’s not what happened. Nevertheless, still one of my favorite college memories. Probably the only free limo ride I’ll ever have.”

"Yeah, I can pretty much guarantee that," he replied. "Okay, how about…who was your celebrity crush growing up?" 

"Brad Pitt," you answered instantly. 

Matt's brows rose onto his forehead. "Wow, didn't even need to think about that one," he teased. 

"You?" you asked, trying to change the subject.

Matt shrugged a shoulder, glancing out the window. "Probably Winona Ryder," he answered. "Her role in Edward Scissorhands cemented it."

"Huh, I'd really have thought little Matt would have picked like Cindy Crawford or someone like that," you muttered. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him chuckling and shaking his head. "What?" you asked him. 

"Out of curiosity," he asked, a grin on his face, "if you could have one night with Brad Pitt over me, would you take it?"

You rolled your eyes at his question because it was ridiculous. "For starters, you already asked a question, Matt," you pointed out. 

"Humor me," he said, that playful grin still on his face. "Consider it part of my question."

"No, I wouldn't," you answered easily. "It's not even a question."

You looked over your shoulder towards him, taking in the look of surprise. His brows had drawn up on his forehead, his lips slightly parted. Your focus quickly returned to the road, your hand nervously readjusting itself on the steering wheel. 

"So judging by your reaction I take it you'd pick a night with Winona Ryder over me," you said, trying hard to keep the jealous edge out of your voice. 

"Not at all," Matt answered instantly, the certainty in his tone causing you to sneak a peek at him. "I only want you, sweetheart."

Shifting in your seat, you quickly changed the subject since you couldn't just lean over and kiss him. "So…" you began, "have you ever had to make an excuse to get out of a bad date?" 

Instantly Matt was nodding his head. "Oh absolutely," he told you. "I can remember there was this woman who had been acting strange and anxious the whole beginning of the date. Figured she was just nervous, you know? But then she got a call before we even ordered anything and said it was work," he continued. "But her heartbeat said that was a lie. And while I probably shouldn't have, I listened in when she stepped outside to answer her phone. Turned out she was married." He shrugged. "When she came back in I told her something came up with work and had to leave."

"Super hearing must come in handy," you replied. "That's the worst though?"

"Well…no," he answered awkwardly. "The worst ones are usually the women who talk about themselves too much. Or…were interested in things of a sexual nature that I was definitely not. But they didn’t exactly warrant an interesting exit on my part."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, not wanting to think about Matt with other women like that. As if sensing that, he glanced back at you. 

"What was your worst date story and how'd you get out of it?" he asked curiously. 

"Well, I probably have vastly less to tell than you," you answered, fighting to keep the brief flash of insecurity out of your tone, "but there was this one guy." You sighed, running a hand across your forehead as you recalled that horrible date. "We were on a first date, barely into it for more than ten minutes and he asks for a blow job–"

"Really?" Matt asked in disbelief. 

You shot him a look. "Women throw themselves at you in a span of two minutes of talking to you and you're surprised men do something similar?"

"No, but I'd expect that at a bar where guys are looking for hookups, not on a first date," he explained. A large grin slipped on his face as he asked, "So what happened? Because I can just picture how uncomfortable you got at that."

"Well yeah," you agreed, eyes focused on the road, "I was definitely uncomfortable. I didn't respond right away, probably looked like a deer in the headlights and his stupid ass began to push harder with the suggestion ," you said. Out of the corner of your eye it seemed like Matt tensed in his seat. "He wanted me to meet him in the men's bathroom. So…I agreed."

"You what ?" Matt asked, head snapping in your direction. 

You were laughing, nodding your head as he stared at you in utter shock. "I agreed," you repeated. "Told him to go ahead and I'd meet him in the bathroom in a few minutes. So he got this big fucking smile on his face and headed to the bathroom." You burst into another laugh, a slow smile making its way onto Matt's face. "And I just fucking left. I still to this day–" you said between laughter, "–wonder how long he waited in that bathroom."

A loud laugh burst out of Matt beside you, his hand reaching out and landing on your shoulder. You shot him a glance beside you–he was in near hysterics. 

"Sweetheart," he wheezed out, "you're my hero."

You couldn't fight the amused grin on your face. "You literally fight bad guys," you mused, "yet I'm your hero because I left an asshole waiting for a blow job in a bathroom?"

Glancing over your shoulder, Matt was grinning back at you. His gaze was focused along your chin as he nodded. 

"Yes, that's exactly right," he agreed, still laughing.

Five Hours into the Drive

Your music playing quietly in the car, Matt had fallen asleep in the seat beside you shortly after you'd stopped for gas. Occasionally you'd glance over at him, taking in the way his head was tilted back against the headrest, eyes closed and mouth curled up in a faint smile. You knew he hadn't slept the best in the hotel last night and that he had been pretty tired all day today. You also hoped the condo would be as relaxing for him as the other one you both had shared over Thanksgiving had been. He had told you that he’d had the best sleep he’d ever had since he’d gained his heightened senses at that condo because it was much quieter than his apartment building in Hell’s Kitchen. The suburb you had been staying in was significantly less populated and had less crime than Hell’s Kitchen, too, which had meant he’d been more easily able to tune out the extra noises.

Eyes returning to the road before you, the big, fluffy flakes of snow continued to fall. You weren’t too far from the condo where you’d be staying for the next few days now; it would be about another hour and a half of a drive as long as traffic cooperated and the snow didn’t get too bad. You were eager to get out of the car for a few days finally, and you knew Matt was, too. Even if you enjoyed each other’s company, staring at a road all day and driving was exhausting and boring. And you were sure Matt, as much as he claimed he loved your company, had to be pretty bored sitting in a car, too. 

Though the games you’d been playing over the entire road trip had been fun and enlightening. While Matt had been sleeping, your mind had kept going back to a question he had posed for you earlier–whether you’d thought about marriage and kids in your future. The question had taken you off guard when he’d asked, and you internally panicked on how to answer–especially because he’d detect any lie or bullshit. But you’d also been curious about what his answer to that would be. So you’d told him the truth, that yes you saw marriage in your future, and that you’d never really thought about kids until your sister had brought Hudson into your life. That maybe someday, with the right person, you might want that. You’d sneakily been trying to gauge his reaction out of your peripheral, noting the way he continued to smile and focus straight ahead. And then you’d tried to casually ask for his response to the question. 

You hadn’t been able to stop playing it back curiously through your mind since. He’d told you he’d never really thought about marriage until recently, considering he’d been too focused on law school, interning, and the firm with Foggy and Karen. And of course, his late night activities as Daredevil had definitely quieted any potential thoughts on that matter. Though he’d said given the right person and the right timing, he’d envisioned that in his life. He’d told you he’d been a bit more on the fence about having kids, not just because of what he did as Daredevil, but because of the childhood he’d had. He admitted he liked children but he was afraid he wouldn’t make a good father. 

Shifting your attention back to him again, you saw his head roll a bit more towards you. You couldn’t fight back the fond smile on your face at the sight of him sleeping so soundly. Despite his own worries, you knew Matthew Murdock would make an amazing husband and just as equally an amazing father. 

But you had been left wondering what had brought up that serious question into your little game.

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 11

In this final part my evil one is now Artemisia, Deanna suffers through a bug and we get some new family photos!

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Of course if Kelly needed a wardrobe refresh there was only one sim who would do, older sister Devin! As well as being obsessed with her image she’s also getting pretty wealthy. Free shopping spree anyone? Back in Tartosa Kelly and Devin get a commemorative selfie.

Kelly: Grazie for the shop Devin and... grazie for finding the breastforms as well

Devin: Nessun problema, my director Norah knows where all the trans friendly stuff is. I’m just glad one of my sisters may like shopping. I know we may have gone overboard on the make up…. But the grey highlights your eyes

Kelly: It’s nice. When I go to school or wherever I want sims to know I’m a girl you know?

Devin: I can only imagine cara

Kelly: Well as an actress your imagination must be pretty good

Devin: *mock shock* A compliment? For little old me?

Kelly: Shut up. It’s never happening again

Devin: Forget the Starlight Accolade, I have now reached the pinnacle of my career. Come, let’s go find pa and he can tell you his next plan

Aaron: I didn’t see it coming. She never was interested in dresses or skirts or whatever. But I suppose Deanna wasn’t either. How you reacted to Onyx made me think a lot about how I’d react so I suppose I have you to thank for not having a bad reaction

Bob who is much younger than Aaron can’t quite believe that he’s had a positive effect on someone so he just smiles and nods.

Kelly: I’m here

Devin: She means… *sing song voice* we’re here!

Kelly: Do you have to announce yourself everywhere

Devin: It’s called main character energy sis. Besides, everytime I enter a room my theme music plays

Kelly: In your head and your head only

Devin: Oh my gosh can you not be a toad face for five seconds

Aaron: *sighs* As you can see Bob the change has not resulted in less bickering

Devin: Pa, we’re Italians. If we don’t be passionate about something daily, somewhere out there our Italian cred pass gets revoked

Kelly: So why is Fergus’ dad here?

Aaron: Because he’s not just Fergus’ dad. He’s Onyx’s dad to

Devin: And I’m here because I’m brilliant at everything, but also baby names

Kelly: You called your kid Rilian Villareal. Had you written that down in full and seen how weird it looks before you chose it

(the watcher chose "Rilian" independently. She did not think about the pairing with "Villareal" and how the whole thing just looks like a bunch of l's and i's with a couple of r's for good measure)

Devin: *scoffs* Let’s just get the brainstorm underway

Kelly: Brainstorm?

Aaron: I thought Fergus and Onyx could come over after school and help us think of names to shortlist. Unless you’ve already picked one?

Kelly: No I hadn’t… grazie pa. But I still get to choose right?

Aaron: 100%. Just not a swear word

Onyx: I don’t know, I was just thinking of names that were genderless and Onyx came to me like the watcher put it in my head or something

Devin: We should pick something Italian!

Bob: There are lots of food choices. Someone’s kid is called Apple

Fergus: Pick a voidcritter name, they’re cool

With lots of phone googling, laughing, and discussion the group arrive at a small list of names Kelly is happy to choose from. She goes into her room to ponder and settles on her favourite, Artemisia!

Deanna didn’t go to classes today; she was sick all day and chose to finish her coursework between naps.

Artemisia: This seat taken

Deanna: Aren’t you worried I’ll infect you with my germs

Artemisia: Suits me. Let me be the carrier of contagion and those kids I only slightly hurt can suffer without it getting blamed on me

Deanna: Kelly I’m trying to work here

Artemisia: It’s Artemisia

Deanna: Ahto -who – what?

Deanna: Sorry goblin, you’ll have to write that down for me to follow- no, not on my textbook!

Kelly: Too late

Deanna: So do you want to be called the whole mouthful? Artemisia

Artemisia: If you're too dumb to say the whole thing then say Emi or Emisia. But why not make other people suffer trying to say my name

Deanna: Well that’s on brand for you

In the kitchen Aaron has filled Calista in on the days progress and they’re doing their best to practice the new name.

Calista: Artemisia… My daughter is Artemisia… My youngest girl is Artemisia… Have you seen Atemisia…

Aaron: Bob suggested apple

Calista: Of course he did, man loves his food. Thank you for taking the day to be with her. Ti amo

Aaron: The dyslexia is something we need to support her- Artemisia with as well

Calista: *sighs* We would have bought our dream house right before all these expenses came up. I hope we can afford all she needs

Aaron: We can tap into the retirement fund

Calista: And what about when they make you retire

Aaron: I’m a hard worker, I think I’d be allowed to stay on past 65 if I wanted to. We’ve still got 7 or 8 years of work to save up with

Artemisia: Look at that, I did my homework faster than you, Artemisia for the win!

Deanna: You also had less of it

Artemisia: Do you know what anemia is?

Deanna: Why?

Artemisia: You do science

Deanna: Physics is not the same as biology dummy

Artemisia: I got an email that my blood tests came back saying I have it, whatever it is. I better tell ma and pa

Deanna enjoys the silence as Artemisia leaves for the main house. It’s hard enough focusing normally but when sick it’s even more difficult. She’s just gotten back into the rhythm of the work when-

Artemisia: Means low iron apparently

Deanna: Ke- Artemisia! Can’t you go eat your food elsewhere? I’m trying to focus

Artemisia: Oh, am I a distraction for you? So sad. I think I might have to cry about that

Eventually Artemisia finishes and leaves, also leaving her plate for anyone else to take care of.

In the middle of the night Artemisia gets woken up by terrible news, puberty is arriving via facial hair!

Artemisia: Don’t look at me mantis, it’s awful

Mantis: *sits silently*

Artemisia: Oh I’ve just got to get rid of it

She leaps from her bed and heads to the spare bathroom where she knows Aaron leaves some razors in case of guests needs. After watching a few youtube videos she does her best to remove the offending hair. The whole time she’s telling herself, three more years. Just three more years then we can take stuff to make this stop. Three more, I can survive that.

While this is happening Deanna is also having an awful night. With her term paper submitted she naps until she can take more painkillers. Unfortunately they seem to be making her woozy so she decides to skip a dose at her 2am dinner time. She manages to get back to sleep but in the morning she’s still feeling lightheaded. Another nap after breakfast clears up her illness and she’s awake for her exams. She averages a B+ this term, pretty good considering all the stress she’s been through.

Before work Calista and Aaron fit in some nectar creation, two more normal bottles of grape nectar tucked away to age. Artemisia may have flunked her exams today but she’s still riding high from the confidence of changing her name to suit her, so she’s unbothered. When everyone is home the family is invited around so we can get some photos of Artemisia looking like herself with her family. Joey is of course trying to show off despite being skinny… Zio Joey’s got this!

Alfred and Rilian eat in their high chairs. Surprising nobody, picky eater Rilian decides he doesn’t want to finish his meal actually. Instead he babbles with his twin. The others happily chat until it gets past the twins bedtime. Nonno Aaron is only to happy to usher the toddlers home before they start throwing tantrums.

Tamika: You haven’t seen me all rotation

Deanna: I’m sorry Mika, I got overwhelmed with everything

Tamika: Are you better now

Deanna: I think so. I mean I miss having Paris around but... I'm past the sad longing phase

Tamika: Good! Then we can start visiting the university nightclubs looking for guys and gals

Deanna: I don’t know if nightclubs are my thing

Tamika: That’s okay. We’ll check out the campus’ social pages, there’s bound to be some singles events, we’ll be each other’s wing woman

Deanna: Deal. Just… maybe keep the cute blondes to yourself for a while

And we finish this York chapter! Deanna may be single but she’s not falling apart, with my sim days to years maths it has been a year since she broke up with Paris. Artemisia is dreaming about making everyone at school embarrassed trying to say her name. Aaron and Calista haven’t gotten any promotions but are chipping away at the charisma skill. They do have years left to reach the top yet.

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For sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 2

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

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The next morning, Haylee and I woke up for school, deciding today would be a bum day, seeing as my jaw was still in pain. I threw on an oversized black hoodie with leggings and white Converse before putting my hair in French braids and checking my eyes. The left had a tiny bruise, but the right was significantly more visible. It wasn’t the most impressive outfit, seeing that it was the first week of classes, our school is a vocational school, so one week is shop and one week is classes, I grabbed my bag and yelled for Haylee in the bathroom that it was time to go.

We played music once we were on our way because the ride from my house to the school was about forty minutes. I scrolled through Instagram and Snapchatted a few people back while blocking Jackson instead of responding. We pulled into the parking lot about ten minutes before school started and talked until we had to go in. Haylee was a grade below me so she had shop this week while I had classes. I walked her to our shop before hugging her “Y/N, What happened to your face?” Our shop teacher, Mr. Reynolds, asked I shrugged, looking down, and Haylee gave him a “talk about it later” look. Mr. Reynolds was like a second father to us. “Have a good first day of classes, pickle,” He said, patting my back as I turned to walk to my first class, hearing the bell.

Math. Trig, to be exact, I have always been above exceptional at math, so I quickly took my seat, grabbed the text book, and got started on my work as my math teacher explained the class rules. I had her last year, she knew how I worked, so she allowed me to do so without interruption.

After two periods of math, my next class was English, I was awful at english. Could never write a paper to save my life. Once again, though, it was the same teacher I had had since freshman year. Halfway through the class, the phone started ringing. “Y/N, please head to the guidance counselor’s office,” my teacher said while hanging up the phone. I smiled, grabbed my phone and bag, and walked out of the class, happy I would be seeing my holy grail. Mrs. Scaponi. She was the reason I have made it as far as I have. Once I reached her office, I opened the door to see her shiny white teeth and a significant smile. I smiled at her, sitting down in the seat across from her.

“So, Y/N, how was summer with your mom?” She was not one to sugarcoat; she enjoyed getting my deeply pressed emotions. I looked at her. “I wouldn’t know, I practically spent it at Haylee’s and my dad’s.” I shrugged, looking around to see what she had changed in her office. “Are you there tonight?” She asked I nodded yes, looking down at my hands “Okay, so we will revisit tomorrow. It’s about to be your lunch, where are you eating?” I looked at her, smiling “Mr. Reynold’s office with Haylee.” she giggled at my excitement to see my best friend nodding her head “Go take a walk before lunch, and do you think I haven’t heard what happened at that party” I snapped my head up at her rolling my eyes before walking out and walking to my locker shoving my bag into it and grabbing my bag of apple slices.

I walked into the shop while Mr. Reynolds looked up at me, flagging down Haylee for me. We walked into his office, and he shut the door behind us “So, how is the schedule?” Haylee asked “Math first, then english-” I said, fake gagging “-Lunch, history, gym, and biology to finish off” She nodded, grabbing one of my apple slices and taking a bit out of it “Anyone attractive” She smirked at me, “Dont be stupid, you’ve seen the hicks at this school” I giggled while we finished talking and threw away my zip lock baggy as the bell rang. “MR. REYNOLDS, I’M STEALING A PENCIL!” I yelled over the loud sound of tools. He threw a thumbs up, not even looking at me as Haylee returned to her project. I sprinted to my class across the school, as I waited till the last minute to head to history.

I was the last one to walk in, and I looked around, seeing a seat open behind my friend, Lewis I sat down next to him before the door opened again, and there he stood. The one kid who ever pushed my buttons on full blast. Matthew Sturniolo, walked in, ignoring the teacher’s remark about us being late, and sat in the seat behind Lewis. I rolled my eyes at his presence as the teacher told us all to come up and grab a text book. “Hey, are you okay? I heard what happened this weekend,” Matthew asked lowly, standing behind me. I turned my head, looking up at him. He looked different this year, better hair cut, taller, some stubble. “Do I look okay?’ I shot him back with attitude. He puts his hands up in defense, walks before me, and grabs his books. I grab my book, turn around, and see him in my seat with my phone over on the desk he was sitting at. “Dude, move,” I said, putting my book on my desk that he was sitting in. “I want to sit next to my friend, sit in my seat. I kept it warm for you.” He finished his sentence with a wink. “Careful about doing that. Dont want your girlfriend pinching you.” He scoffed at my comment. Matthew was dating Lindsy, and she was fucking crazy. I was in the same friend group as Matthew because of his girlfriend. He would switch every other day, sitting at our table with her, and sitting with his brothers. When he would sit with us, if he spoke to any of the girls at the table, she would pinch under his thigh. I never liked him or his girlfriend, and they annoyed me, so I left the friendgroup. All I knew was Matthew was going to give me hell this year, especially since his girlfriend wasn’t around.

I had decided halfway through history that it was Haylee’s and my time to leave. I texted my father, asking him to dismiss me as Haylee asked her parents did. I walked to my locker, grabbed my bag, and walked out the side door toward Haylee’s car. “How was history?” She asked as I climbed into the passenger side. “Matt annoyed me. Got the ‘this is my class’ pep talk, nothing special,” I told her as she started to drive “OH MY GOD, I saw Matthew this morning. He is looking good this year, huh?” I rolled my eyes, she wasn’t wrong. He did look good this year. “I heard he got a couple of tattoos over the summer.” She wiggled her eyes at me, knowing I loved tattooed men. “I heard his girlfriend shanks any girl he looks at.” She giggled, nodding, knowing I was right, while we went to her house.

We sat there until the end of the school day, and then she drove me back to my dad’s so I could get to my car before returning to my mother’s house. Haylee hugged me before speaking, “Call me if you need to come sleep at my house.” I thanked her before getting into my car. Before driving away, I got a buzz on my phone I picked up and saw “Matthew.Struniolo has added you!” I rolled my eyes, knowing I would be on Lindsey’s hit list this year.

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Tattoo and A Shave

As the plane landed, you were happy to be home. Home…you were going home with Harry, to your place, a place where you both would be living, well, when you weren’t on travel status. So many things about your world were changing and although somewhat overwhelming, you couldn’t imagine life any other way. On some elemental level you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You and Harry had caught some shut eye on the flight, it was hard not to sleep when you were cuddled together. You swore he had some kind of super magical ability, because when you both plugged in to listen to music, he always selected the best songs to lull you both to sleep. “Years of practice,” he said, kissing your forehead.

You sighed as the driver pulled into the garage, “You awake?” You ask kissing the top of his head. He’d slumped over and propped his head on your shoulder as soon as you both had buckled in.

“Yeah, I’m awake, kinda hungry,” he said raising up stretching his long arms the best he could in the confined space.

“Well, we can have a snack when we get in, yeah?” You say, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Maybe, I’ll just snack on you, sweetheart…” he says brows waggling with innuendo.

“Not till we’ve had a shower, mister!” You scold, booping him on the nose.

He pouts, “bu’, ‘m huuunnnngry,” he whines.

“You can wait, let’s go in and you can raid the fridge. I’d like an apple and some PB, myself.”

You both make your way into the kitchen and over to the fridge where you find a bottle of sparkling water and a honeycrisp apple. Harry’s still digging around when you make your way out of the pantry with the peanut butter. “I think I want a nice soak in the tub,” you remark reaching for a small plate.

Harry runs his hand over your bum and says, “Here, I’ll cut it, you go up an’ get a bath going an’ I’ll bring this ta ya. Ya wan’ one of those lil cups wi’ PB in it?”

You move to him and raise up on tip toes to kiss his lips “You’re so good to me, H. Yeah, just a couple of tablespoons of PB is good. Thank you,” you mutter against his lips.

“M’kay, go on now…go get naked an’ in our tub,” he smirks.

You turn and head toward the stairs, stop to turn around, “Our tub, huh? I think I could get used to that,” you remark with a shy smile.

“Good, ya better, all ya stuff’s ‘ere,” he teases referring to a few boxes that still need to be gone through.

You skip up the stairs and to the en-suite tub. Turning on the water in the tub and pouring a generous amount of Coconut Sandalwood bubble bath, you notice that all your belongings are sorted on the counter and smile at the sight of your toothbrush next to his. You take a moment to flip on the towel warmer and hang a couple of towels for warming. Piling your hair up on top of your head, you take a quick second to wash your face before you strip down and step into the warm water. “Ahhh…” you moan as you settle in. Is there anything better after a long week than a nice soak in the tub? It’s a little warmer than usual so you hang one leg out on the edge until the water cools off.

Harry arrives shortly after with your apple and peanut butter and your water. He stops short in the doorway and bites his bottom lip, “Jesus, woman, ya look….good enough to eat an’ I jus’ had a snack.”

“You wanna join me?” You say saucily blowing bubbles off your hand.

“God, wish I could, but I need ta answer a coupla emails quickly, then I’ll grab a quick shower after,” he pouts with his bottom lip stuck out.

“Ok, babe, no worries,” you return with a smile.

Harry sets the plate down on the small table next to the tub and leans over to give you a breathtaking kiss. He turns to leave and comes back saying, “God, woman… irresistible…” and leans down for another kiss, tongue tracing the seam of your mouth as you open to take the kiss deeper.

“Mmm, Harry…” you groan as he pulls away.

“I know, baby, I know…s’good, right?” He says, looking in your eyes.

You brush your wet fingers along your lips, “Yes, H, it’s so good.”

He brings himself to leave and heads down to the kitchen to grab his phone and respond to a couple of emails.

In the meantime, you decide to shave your legs and underarms and then just lay your head back for a nice soak.

He’s back in fifteen minutes. You’d let some water out and a trickle of warm water was slowly coming out of the faucet so the water doesn’t get cold. Your snack was gone. You’d been hungrier than you thought. He comes in the en-suite and smiles at you before standing in front of the mirror and rubbing his hands over his face.

“Can you hand me a towel?” You ask, batting your eyelashes. He chuckles and brings you a towel, but instead of handing it to you, he grabs your hand and helps you to stand and then helps you out of the tub. You reach for the towel, but he grabs your arm and starts drying you off. The towel is so warm and his stare so intense you can feel the flush on your cheeks and neck. He squats down to dry your legs, gently moving your legs apart so he can dry you off properly. “Mmmmm…” you groan.

He smiles softly and presses a kiss to your tummy. “S’beautiful.”

He presses another kiss to your tummy. “Gonna shave an’ hop in tha shower.”

You swallow. “Can I watch?”

“Ya wanna watch m’shave?”

You nod. “I could help.”

He smirks and moves so his skin is touching yours. “S’it turn ya on? Shavin’ me?”

“Yes,” you say, breathily. “Always wanted to. Thought about it a lot.”

“Well then…let’s make tha’ fantasy a reality, hmmm?”

He strips out of his clothes and wraps a towel around his narrow waist.

He moves to lay a towel on the vanity and then comes back to pick you up situating you on the vanity. He runs some water in the sink and grabs his shaving cream and razor and stands in front of the mirror. “D’ya want ta do the cream?”

You shake your head no.

He smirks and then puts some cream in his hand and puts it on his face. You’re hardly blinking because you don’t want to miss a thing. You can feel the wetness in between your legs. He moves to stand in front of you and you part your legs so he can stand in between them. He gives you the razor and rests his hands on your thighs. They’re so warm it feels like your skin is burning.

“Where…” your voice is barely a whisper. “Where do you start? Never done this before.”

He moves your hand to his cheek. “Usually start back here an’ move down. Then I do the other side. Save my upper lip, chin, an’ neck fo’ last.”

You swallow.

“Don’ be nervous. Don’ apply too much pressure. Go slow,” he says gently.

You bring the razor to his cheek and do a slow swipe. You touch his bare skin in amazement.

He takes the razor and swirls it in the sink and gives it back to you. You finish one cheek and move to the other. He runs his fingers over his skin. “Ya did good,” he says, voice raspy.

You breathe out slowly and meet his eyes as you move the razor to his upper lip. He stretches his skin for you and you slowly shave his lip. You can help but lean up and press a kiss to his mouth. He chuckles and wipes a small dollop of shaving cream from your mouth with his thumb. He stretches the skin of his chin and you softly move the razor over his chin.

He cleans the razor and then leans back so you can get his neck. Your fingers tighten in the curls on the nape of his neck as you slowly drag the razor over his skin.

You complete the last stroke and grab the washcloth next to you and gently wipe his face. “How’d I do?”

He looks in the mirror behind you and smiles. “Ya did good, love.”

He pushes your legs apart and runs his hands up your thighs. “How’d I do?” His asks, looking at you through his lashes as his fingers move over your pussy. His lips move to your ear. “S’wet fo’ me,” breath hot on your neck.

You whimper. He smacks your lips quickly.

“I’m gettin’ in tha shower. Be right back.”

You slump forward shaking your head as your hands grab the edge of the counter. “You’re mean, Harry Styles…,” you trail off. “Just mean…but in a nice way,” you mutter to yourself as you slip off the counter.

You turn and giggle at the red line across the back of your thighs from the edge of the counter. You apply lotion to your legs, arms and tummy and look in the mirror and pout your lips and furrow your brows. You really need to make a wax appointment because although everything is neat and tidy down there, you could do with a full treatment. You look down and smooth the skin on your mound, it’s not bad, but it’s gonna be a crazy busy week and you could just do it yourself like you did before you were treated to such luxuries as going to the spa. “Actually, that was back when no one was down there but you… so it didn’t really matter,” you say to your mirror reflection.

“D’ya say somethin’ babe?” Harry calls out from the shower.

“No, honey, I was just talking to myself,” you call back over the sound of the running water. You look at his razor and the shave cream and decide to just do it yourself. Pumping out a small dollop you rub your hands together. The smell reminds you of moments ago and the memory strikes at your core once again.

Doing this turned on might be dangerous, you think to yourself and look up in the mirror to see your own smirk and flushed cheeks. “Get it together!” You chastise yourself. You smooth the cream over your mound making sure to cover the sides as you prefer to have a little hair down the middle. Wonder what it would be like to go completely bare, you think to yourself. You shake your head trying to grasp some focus. You jut your hips out and lean over to look down. You look like a shrimp with your back rolled over and your hands trying to be gentle on the delicate skin. You pull the skin taut and take one gentle swipe and miss a section. “Damn!” you say and swish the razor in the water. Using a finger, you smooth some of the cream back over the spot and are just about to attempt another swipe when the water in the shower stops and Harry steps out.

“What’re ya doin’ baby?” He askes brows furrowed as he towels himself off.

You straighten up and turn your head, “I need to get a wax, but it’s gonna be a busy week and I don’t know when I can get in, so I thought I’d just do it myself. But I’m outta practice and I misjudged and didn’t get a spot on one side.” You give him a frown and turn back to look in the mirror

“Why dinna ya jus’ ask me?” He asks casually as if it were the most natural thing for you to do.

You look up in the mirror, “What?” You ask astounded.

“Why don’ I do it?” he says to your reflection running the towel through his wet hair.

“I mean…I didn’t…that’s…most guys wouldn’t wanna do that,” you remark looking down.

“Well, guess ‘s good thin’ ya aren’t datin’ whoever these “most guys are” ‘cuz tha’s jus’ ridiculous,” he says wrapping the towel low around his hips. He stalks toward you and takes the razor from your hand, “Up ya go,” he says as he lifts you back on to the towel you were on earlier. He places both hands on either side of your hips and leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Not to mention, it’s fuckin’ sexy.”

You pull your shoulder up as his breath tickles your ear and the words soak into your sex. “Harry, you sure?” you ask.

His eyes meet yours, “Uhh… yeah, ‘m completely sure. Now spread ya legs wider fo’ me an’ lean back on ya arms.”

You do as he asks, “Wait,” you say sitting back up. “Harry, have you ever done this on a girl before?” You ask biting the inside of your cheek. “No, nevermind, I don’t wanna know,” you say shaking your head.

He leans forward and frames your face with his hands, “No, babe, never done this before, yeah? I mean, I don’ know if tha’ scares ya or wha’.”

“No, I just…I don’t know…,” you say fiddling with the thread loops on the towel below you. “Just don’t wanna think about another…”

He places his finger over your lips, “Never wanted ta take care of anyone else like I wan’ ta take care of you. Never…felt like this.” He’s looking from one eye to the other with intensity and love.

You respond by leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wider. He runs his hands up and down your thighs. “Hang on,” he says as he pulls out the vanity stool you use when you do your make-up. He drains the water from the sink and puts in a fresh basin of warm water and drops a face towel in the warm water. Squeezing the water from the towel, he wipes the cream from your mound, rinses the towel again and then just places it over your mound. You groan, the warm wetness feels so good. “Gotta warm the skin an’ hair before I put the cream on,” he says thoroughly enjoying the fire in your eyes.

He places a little cream in one hand and uses his forefinger and middle finger from the other to smear a little bit at a time on your mound.

“Feels good,” you moan dropping your head to one side and resting it on your shoulder.

Satisfied with the job at hand he places one hand on your tummy and uses his thumb to pull the skin taut. He swipes the razor through the edge close to the crease where your thigh and mound meet. He has a profoundly serious, furrowed look on his face, like he’s performing a delicate surgery. Pulling the razor away he looks up at your face, “Ya, good?” he questions seriously.

You nod and smile in return.

“D’ya still wan’ tha’ middle bit of hair?” he asks looking at your pussy like it’s his latest project.

“What do you think, baby?” You ask leaning on one hand and putting the other on your tummy and looking down your body to the place in question. “I mean, I’ve never been totally bare, and this is your pussy…,” you trail off biting your bottom lip and looking to him for his reaction.

“Well, wanna try it bare?” He asks looking up to meet your eyes. You nod.

“Kay,” he says and sucks in his bottom lip. “Ya little clit is pokin’ out, love.” He places his forefinger over it and the sensitive skin right at your slit. “Gonna cover it ta protect it,” his brow is furrowed and he’s paying close attention.

You can’t help but moan out and draw up one finger to your mouth, it feels so good, your thighs flex and his arms move with the flex. “Can’t do tha’, love, I’m holdin’ steady on ya legs so ya need ta be still,” he scolds.

“I’m trying to, H, it’s just so…” you can’t finish the sentence.

“Erotic, yeah?” he finishes for you. You nod your head and smile.

“Let’s get this smooth babe, I bet when ‘s smooth ya clit’ll be even mo’ sensitive,” he comments with a smirk.

“Oh God,” you say and your head falls back against the mirror.

“No, don’t look away…. Watch,” he mutters up to you. “My god, ya drippin’.”

He finishes up making sure to protect the sensitive parts, and then uses the face towel to wash the remaining cream from you. He places a single kiss to your bare mound, “How’s it feel?”

You run your hand down to the bare skin, “It feels incredible.”

He smooths the skin himself and kisses it again, “’s sexy as fuck, but I like it either way.”

His hands move to your bum and pull you to the edge of the vanity. He pushes your legs further apart, places a kiss and licks a stripe up your pussy. You’re laying back on your hands, his eyes boring into yours as his mouth hovers over you. His fingers run down the sides of your pussy lips and you moan out. “‘S it more sensitive?” He asks, lips kissing the top of your mound.

“Ahhh! Shit, yes! Can feel everything, fuck!” You cry out as he licks a hard stripe up your slit.

“Gonna hafta take another shower. You’re makin’ a mess on me.”

You groan. You can feel yourself dripping.

He presses forward and sucks your clit in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as his tongue works over your clit.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Hah-Harry, fuck!” Your head falls back, breaking the eye contact.

He pops off with a loud popping sound. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You pull your head up and meet his eyes.

He smirks. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop.”

“Ok,” you breathe out.

“Good girl.” His tongue darts back out to lick up and down your clit, alternating between hard licks and soft licks. Your thighs are quivering, the sensations are so much more intense now that you’re bare. He sucks your clit back in his mouth and you cry out, but you maintain eye contact. You’re panting… you’re so close and then he pulls back. “Noooo…please. I was so close.” You feel like you could cry.

“I know baby,” he says, pressing soft kisses to your thighs. “Wanted to edge ya. Ya really wanna cum now?”

You pause. It’s so good when he edges you, but you can still feel your release bubbling. “It’s up to you. I’m yours.”

He palms his cock. “Jesus…ya killin’ me.” He gets up and lays a fresh towel on the floor and grabs a washcloth. He turns the sink on and sets the water to cold. “Wish I had some ice righ’ now.”

You groan. He dips the washcloth in the cold water and wrings it out over your clit.

“Fuck!”

He leans over you and sucks a nipple into his mouth as his thumb moves rhythmically back and forth over your clit. He soaks the washcloth again and wrings it out over your clit.

Your head falls back, and you moan. “H…oh my god.”

He moves his mouth to your other nipple and then he bites down, just enough to hurt just right.

“Ahhh! Oh godOhgodohgod!”

“Look a’ me.”

You pull your eyes back to his.

He places his hands on your knees and sucks your clit into his mouth. He’s ready to make you cum now. It doesn’t take long for you to get back there. Your mouth opens wide as you feel your orgasm get closer. An almighty groan leaves your mouth as your orgasm barrels through your body and everything goes white.

“Shh, baby, I gotcha…’s ok,” Harry coos against your skin in between kisses to your neck.

You’re slumped on the counter as aftershocks roll through your body causing you to shiver, “’m floating," you whimper wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nah, ‘m just carryin’ ya to bed,” he mutters with a smug smile on his face, “love bein’ able to get you to this place.”

You pull one hand down to trace a swallow on his collarbone, just as he sits on the edge of the bed. “So pretty, H, god, the hours I’ve spent dreaming about this body and now you reduce me to mush.”

He puts one hand on your cheek and smooths your hair behind your ear. “Aww, love, ya were right there the whole time an’ I kept doubtin’ yau wanted ta be wit’ me an’ my crazy life.”

“I love you, H,” you whisper running your thumb along his jaw.

He searches your eyes, “I love you too.” He leans forward to kiss your lips in a series of smacks and a final open mouth kiss sucking on your top lip, you return the favor by sucking on his bottom lip.

“Mmm…I love your kisses,” you say pulling away.

He stands up and turns around to lay you out on the bed. “Hang on,” I have this lotion they gave me that helps protect shaved skin from getting irritated. I’ll grab some.”

You lay out just enjoying the cool air on your skin. You pussy is tingling, not just from the earth-shattering orgasm, but from the air lightly wisping across your sensitive freshly shaved skin. “Mmm…” you moan and grin to yourself feeling sexy and wanton.

Harry return with a small container of lotion. “This stuff’s really good, it dries quickly an’ has no frangrance, so should be safe for ya.” He begins with a tiny drop on his middle finger and working from top to bottom, he rubs tight circles around you mound and pussy lips making sure to get every spot. He blows on it to dry it quickly and you can’t help but squirm your hips. “Feel good?” he says looking up your body.

You nod and moan, “Yes, feels so good. When you blow it’s so tingly.” You pull up your shoulders and perch on your elbows looking down at him. “Harry, I think I wanna get a tattoo,” you say unexpectedly.

He can’t help the chuckle that erupts from his chest, “Well, tha’s kinna random. Why?”

“Well, do you….I mean…you said…,” you say stammering and biting the side of your bottom lip.

“Spit it out, love,” he says chuckling again.

“Well, do you think I have a boring ass body?” you rush out as fast as possible.

This time he literally laughs out loud. “Baby… usin’ my words against me, eh? Jesus, ‘m sittin’ here hard as steel an’ ya ask if ya have a boring body.”

“Don’t tease, I’m asking because I wanna know,” you say pouting out your lips and casting your eyes down.

“No, sweetheart, I absolutely do not think ya have a boring body,” he says seriously. His eyes light up like he has an idea, “But if ya wanna know wha’ ‘s like to have some ink, I can do it.”

“You wanna tattoo me!?” you exclaim shocked.

He throws his head back laughing, “No, but I can ink ya.” He gets up and walks across to his dresser where his wallet and keys are. He grabs a black sharpie marker that he tends to carry with him everywhere for autographs. He holds it up for you to see and starts toward you.

“Harry, I just took a bath!” you start to roll over.

“Stay right there!” he says pointing the marker at you.

You still your movements. “It’ll take forever to come off! Don’t do it where anyone will see!” you squeal on a giggle.

He chuckles. “It’ll come off wi’ baby oil yanno.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that,” you say, kicking yourself for not coming up with a better excuse.

He crawls up on the bed and pushes your legs open, laying down between your legs. “Wha’ tattoo would ya get?”

“I dunno. Something pretty. Maybe a flower or a quote.”

He smiles and kisses your tummy. He uncaps the sharpie and purses his lips. You raise up on your elbows and then he looks up to meet your eyes. “First tattoo. Ya ready?”

You giggle. He positions himself and you sigh. His arm is resting on your mound and you’re still thrumming from earlier. He stretches the skin on your hip like he’s seen his own tattoo artists do and then he starts drawing your flowers. The marker is cool on your skin and every time he moves, it’s erotic.

“Mmmm…” you moan out.

“‘S it feel good?” he says smiling though concentrating on his design.

“Yes. Kinda tickles and your arm is over my pussy. Feels good every time you move,” you whimper softly.

He smirks. “Ya still worked up?”

You nod, licking your lips.

“I have an idea…can I do it?” he looks to you for approval.

“Yes…ok.”

He moves again and then he’s hovering right over your pussy. He’s so close you can feel him breathe. He pulls the skin of your mound taut and then starts drawing. Every stroke of the marker makes you wetter.

He smirks at all your little moans. You don’t even realize you’re making any noise.

You’re gripping the sheets underneath you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Almost done, baby,” says reassuringly.

“Ok,” you breathe out.

You finally feel him shift and place the cap back on the marker. He places a quick kiss to your clit.

The sensation is shocking, “Ohhh!”

“All done. Ya can look now.” You’re panting but move back to your elbows and look down. You look at the “ink” and then back at him and smile.

He’s drawn an ‘H’ and ‘S’ to match his initial rings and the initials around your neck. “This cunt’s mine.”

You giggle. “Yeah. Yeah it is. All yours.”

He moves up to kiss you and you grip him tightly. “I don’t need a tattoo to be yours but thank you.”

“Ya welcome, princess, It. Was. My. Pleasure.” He says kissing you under your ear.

You turn your head to capture his face. “You make me feel like one, ya know, like a princess,” you say meeting his eyes with a soft smile. “If I lost my slipper would you come find me?”

“Baby, ‘d fuckin’ move heaven an’ earth to find ya, but wouldn’t hafta, ‘cuz think ma heart an’ ma body would jus’ ‘no where ya were,” he says seriously.

“H, that sounds like lyrics…” you say wide-eyed.

“Well I mean it, jus’ know ‘m here and ‘m not goin’ anywhere withou’ ya,” he stays searching your eyes.

You reach up to run your hands through his hair still damp from his shower and he closes his eyes, like you are touching his very soul. “Feel good?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, so good, mmm…” he growls and situates his hand under you, one under your shoulders and another at your lower back. Once he’s got a good grip he rolls over with you on top of him.

You smile down at him and go in to kiss his nose, but he raises his head up to capture your lips with his. He dives into your mouth, kissing you breathless. He’s sucking your lips and licking your tongue, the kiss so sensual. You break away to take a breath and he’s immediately on your throat kissing your pulse point. “Wan’ ya so much, ‘m so hard an’ wanna make love to ya in our bed so bad…can we? Can we make love tonight?”

“Jesus H, what makes you think you have to ask. I want you too, I always want you,” you say breathlessly.

He rolls you back over to the side and pushes up until he’s sat leaning against the headboard, “C’mere.”

You scramble to your knees and straddle his legs sitting back on his thighs. He smooths his hands up to cup and squeeze your breasts. He’s not gentle, it’s not painful, but he’s squeezing them together and his mouth is on your nipples, sucking hard and biting just the way you like. “Ahh…” you moan and throw your head back. He stops to look down at his cock laying against your pussy hiding the “S” he inked down there earlier.

“Christ…,” he remarks at the sight.

You’re too blissed out at his fingers pinching your nipples to even notice what he’s talking about. He reaches down and pulls his cock out of the way so he can see both initials and your little clit poking out swollen in between them. He releases one breast so he can run his thumb down over it. His nails are still painted white with the red hearts on them, and even he thinks that’s fitting.

You lean your head back and he lifts his chin, “Look down,” he says with a smile.

You look down and he moves his hand long enough for you to see the black “H” and “S” inked on your pussy. You feel a rush of arousal coat your channel.

You’re both looking down when he whispers, “’s hot right?”

You nod and reach down one finger to trace the lines.

“Fuck tha’s sexy…” he trails with a raspy moan.

You raise up and say, “Harry, help me put you inside me.”

He holds his cock still and you gently sink down on him with an open mouth and a gasp. This time he gasps as well.

“Harry, I love that little stretch when you first go in, it’s so intense, then feels so good,” you describe still looking down. You raise up and go down again bracing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes are glued to where you’re connected.

“Jesus, fuck, look they’re stretched ‘round my cock,” he mutters.

You look down and rise and fall and watch the “H” and “S” move and undulate as you fuck yourself on him. “Oh, my, god, Harry, that’s…it’s just…”

“Sexy,” you say.

“Sexy,” he says at the same time.

You look at his face, smile and he smiles back.

You grind down against him instead of pulling back and he groans at the way his initials move. You grip his shoulders tighter and start moving back and forth on his dick slowly. He’s watching intently. He pulls his knees up to support your back and meets your eyes. You press your lips to his. “Watch. I want you to watch your cunt as I fuck you.”

He groans and presses his lips to yours again. “You are amazin’, know tha’?”

You smile as his eyes slide back to where you’re connected. You’re focused on the way he feels. Everything is more sensitive now that you’re bare. You can feel EVERYTHING. Every time you meet his hips, it stimulates your clit and your grip on his shoulders tightens. “Mmmm…you feel so good.”

“S’good. Jesus, this is…s’good. Fuck…” He says, as he stills your hips.

You whine.

“I know, baby. I know. Wanna make it s’good for ya. First time in our bed, innit?”

You nod and smile. “Yes.”

“Kiss me?” he requests.

You don’t respond, you simply press your lips to his. You can never get enough of his kisses and there’s something so erotic about kissing him while he’s inside you. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tongue finds yours and then you’re both lost in the pure joy of kissing.

You break apart, breathless and he kisses you again quickly. “Ya ready?”

“Mmmm…” You move up and back down and gasp. You’re even more worked up now.

His mouth pulls back in a grimace. “Jesus…holy fuck.”

When your hand moves from his shoulder and down to your mound, pulling and tracing over his initials, he groans. “Fuck! Look a’ tha’!”

He grabs your hips and stills you. “One (pant) more (pant) time (pant).”

“Jesus H!” you cry out.

He grabs his phone. “Gotta take a pic. I…shit…need ta…” he trails off as he opens the camera. He just has the bottom of your tits and the H and S on your pussy in the pic. Click. He kisses you again, hands sliding up to your tits and pinching your nipples. “Make me cum…make us cum.”

You cry out as you start to move up and down again. You grab his hand and place his fingers on your clit. “I can feel every fucking thing,” you pant out. You guide his fingers over your clit. “This is yours. All yours. Always has been.” You’re so close. “Always will be!” You cry out as you cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’ stop! Fuck, don’ stop!” His hands fly to your hips and guide you, rocking you against him harder. The way you’re squeezing him and the way his initials are moving on your skin is too much and he’s gone, hips thrusting up, head thrown back, veins taut on his neck, curse words leaving his mouth. You fall forward and crash into his neck, both of you breathing hard. “Can feel ya still shakin’, baby ya Ok?” he asks kissing your shoulder in between huffing breaths.

“I’m good, you?” you respond resting your cheek on his shoulder. You pull your head up and turn to kiss under his ear then whisper, “Can feel you still inside me, it’s…Hahh…it’s…,” you involuntarily clench down on him even as he softens. “Harry…I…,” you whimper feeling heat from your ears down your neck.

He leans his shoulder forward in an effort to get your eyes, “Baby?” he says. Then he catches your eyes, glassy, lips wet from licking them. “Oh, love,” he coos rubbing your back, “‘s ok, don’ stop…ya need to cum again, don’ ya?”

You bury your head back down in his neck and nod, “’m so close still, ‘s not stopping…so sensitive” you say breathing hot air into his neck trying to control the feeling.

“Rock ya hips, don’ hold it back,” he says then stops and places his hand on your neck to hold you close to his body, head still buried in his shoulder. Your hair is everywhere, it puffs out of his face on a deep exhale. One hand is low on your bum and helping you along as your rock back and forth his pelvic bone hitting your clit on every pass.

You’re breathing and gasping with your lips on his neck. “I love you, Harry, I love you so much. Feels so good.”

“I love ya so much, love makin’ love ta ya…love makin’ ya cum,” he says pulling your head out to smooth your hair away from your face. He touches his forehead to yours, “Don’ stop movin’,” he says slanting his mouth and kissing you passionately. Your hands grip his biceps and he breaks away lips still touching yours as he speaks softly, “you gon’ cum fo’ me, can see it in ya eyes, come on, babe...,” he ducks his head slightly and pushes yours back up forehead to forehead, “Look at me when ya cum, yeah, like tha’.”

You speed up and then your mouth drops open, between his stare that never waivers and your sensitivity…the orgasm feels like the sweetest relief.

“There’s my love, there she is…I love you…only you…please, don’ stop…keep lookin’ at me,” he encourages, “cum so pretty fo’ me.”

“Har-r-r-ry, love you… love you…” you dig your fingers in his biceps your nails leaving crescent marks from the pressure. You dive in to kiss him speaking between kisses, “What are you doin’ to me? You’ve turned me inside out and I can feel it…I can feel it…your love, our love in this world, in this bed…thank you for letting me be me.”

“Feel it too, babe, ‘s good…’s free… thanks fo’ bein’ here wi’ me. Gonna make mo’ moments like this, lots mo’ moments…a lifetime of ‘em because love ya,” he says with furrowed brows and searching eyes. And you know he means it.

You lean forward to place a gentle kiss on his shoulder, he follows and kisses the shoulder you have exposed to him. After several kisses he lays his head back on the headboard and you lay yours on his chest. He grabs your hand and brings it up to kiss each knuckle, then places it on his chest and holding it there.

After a long period of gentle kisses and tender words Harry mutters, “Mmm, baby, think we can jus’ stay here like this the rest of the day?”

“I wish, babe, but you have something scheduled for tonight,” you remind him with a pouty lip.

Then your eyes go wide, and you start twisting around looking all around you on the bed. “Where is it!?” you say emphatically.

“What, love?” he says with a scrunched face.

“Your phone!” you say rolling your eyes.

“’S right ‘ere,” he says producing the phone from under his thigh.

Grabbing for it, “Gimme it!” you say.

“Ok! Ok! What’s goin’ on?” he says with a chuckle and a huff.

“That picture, I wanna see it!” you say looking at him like he has grown two heads.

“OHHHH!!, Yeah, me too!” he says grabbing the phone back to scroll to the folder of photos.

You turn around in his lap and sit back to his front and he pulls his phone around to where you can both see it.

Chin resting on your shoulder he begins flipping through until suddenly the photo appears.

“Damn babe!” he exclaims an octave lower than his already deep voice.

You bring your hands up to cover your mouth. “Holy shit, Harry,” you mumble through your fingers.

“’S hot, so fuckin’ hot,” he whispers into your ear.

You must admit it’s pretty sexy, there the bottom of your boobs, your tummy and his initials stretched around his barely visible cock. You swipe to see if he took more than one, thankful it was only one. However, when you swipe back to it, you notice the picture move. “Wait!” you say grabbing the phone back, “Harry this is a live shot, when you hold down on the photo it captures a few seconds before and after the photo!” you whisper-shout with eyes as wide as saucers. Although you’re holding the phone, he cups your hand and presses his thumb on the top and, true to word, the photo shows your tummy quivering and heaving with breath and arousal.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” he states gently pulling the phone out of your hands. He then proceeds to press down on the photo over and over. You can hear the smirk in his voice, “God, I love this…”

“Harry, you better put that somewhere safe, my god!” you breath into your hands peeking though your fingers as he plays it over and over again.

“Oh, trust me, ‘s gon’ be in a safe place wi’ me ev’rywhere I go…” he’s remarks kissing your ear. “You on film…mmmm…wha’ d’ya think ‘bout tha’? Would ya ever let me film ya?”

[cowteapot]

Boyfriend HC

Jonathan Byers x Reader

Summary: what dating Jonathan would be like

Warnings: suggestive content, cursing, fluff, drug use

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When the two of you hang out you usually just lay around in comfortable silence. Usually sprawled out on his bed listening to music, or sitting on the couch with your head on his chest with his hands combing through your hair while you watch some cheesy movie he found

The two of you tend to climb up onto his roof after hard days and smoke, often sitting up there in the dark as quite as you can as to not wake his family. You like to watch the way the end of the joint lights up his face when he inhales, he stares out at the world in front of him with an intense stare

He takes pictures of you when you’re not looking, even if you hate it. You could be in a pair of boxers and a dirty t-shirt eating cereal with milk dripping down your chin and he’d snap the picture and tell you how angelic you look

His car is disgusting, it smells like weed and the seats always seem to have burn holes in them, you’re always kicking trash to side and pulling Polaroids out from between the seats. He insists he’ll clean it but he really just uses old fast food bags to shove the other trash inside and sets them to the side

After smoking he gets SO clingy, he’ll try and force his body as close as possible and sometimes it feels like the only way he would be close enough is if he crawled inside of your skin. Like this boy will drag you into his room and hurl his body into bed, pulling you on top of him he’ll wrap his arms around your center and squeeze until you can’t breathe

If you compliment him this boy turns into a tomato, like he’s a bashful baby. “You look so pretty right now” this boys hands over his over his face with a smile so wide you’re afraid the corners of his lips will split “shut up” his laugh is so loud and his hands are sweaty

His hands are always sweaty when you’re around, i doesn’t matter if you’ve been dating for years every time you’re around he gets all nervous

He’s the sweetest boy when you’re getting down and dirty, he likes to look at your face. He loves watching the way your face contorts and flushes. His hand always slides up to hold yours, he leaves soft kisses all of you’re body. He’s slow and affectionate whispering to you how beautiful you look and how much he loves you. he’s not a quickie person at all, he wants to take his time and make sure you know just how much he loves you

Yes he’s a sweet boy and doesn’t like quickies but if you offer he’ll take a hummer under the table, when you’re down on your knees between his legs at dinner with his family. The only thing covering you two being the table cloth

You and Joyce are besties. Some mornings when he sleeps in you’ll sit on the couch watching Remington Steele and drinking coffee. When he waltz’s out looking for you, hair stuck up and drool stained cheeks you’ll hold up his cup of coffee without even looking away from the TV as you and Joyce converse about the episode

For fun dates he likes to get all dressed up and go go open houses. The two of you play house together and he takes pictures, pictures of you in the model nurseries, holding up the show apples to your chest like boobs, you laying in the bathtub pretending to be dead. He likes dancing in the kitchen and making out in the bathrooms and going into those really big fancy houses and pretending to be a snobby married couple drinking champagne

When you’re showering he’ll sit on the bathroom sink and you’ll just talk about random things, sometimes he’ll light up and stick the joint into your lips when you poke your head out from the shower curtains

If you don’t like Will it’s a deal breaker

Boy does not drink, he doesn’t care if you do cause he’ll always be there to pick you up if you get to the point of not even being able to walk. Jonathan would clean you up in a heartbeat, he’d place your in the shower and wash you down. You’d wake up with a water bottle and ibuprofen next to you

He constantly talks about the two of you eloping and running away together, he wants to grab your hand and throw on a cheap wedding ring. The idea of running down to the courthouse and signing some papers makes his stomach do flips

When he has bad days the two of you will climb into shower and he’ll have you wash his hair, he likes having you run your fingers through his hair and scratch at his scalp

Speaking of scalp scratches, when the two of you are cuddling all you have to do is scratch the nape of his neck and twirl the little baby hairs and that boy is asleep

Little secret for you, he can play the guitar and he’s really good at it. Not like Eddie good but give him an acoustic guitar he’ll lay in bed in his boxers with a joint hanging loosely from his lips as he plays you a tune

Got a bug in the house? Don’t call Jonathan. He is the type of guy to stand on the couch and tell you to kill it yourself

He has so many nicknames for you. Darling, lovey, Angel, dove, bun, stupid, dork, stink, homie ect.

He loves to tickle you. Tackling you onto the couch or his bed and dancing his fingers over your sides as you scream and laugh

[makerofmadness]

NEW AND IMPROVED: incorrect FNAF quotes

Uh just forget all the previous posts I can't remember half the quotes I made and also some of them are outdated lore-wise or headcanon-wise so time for a grand reopening of the series(?). May have done some of these quotes exactly the same in the past but heck if I know-

Contains: Headcanons, spoilers for Ruin, hopefully no big mistakes/words I forgot to replace

Speaking of headcanons: I hc that the "classic fnaf" era night guards are all the fnaf 4 bullies. So Michael, Fritz, Jeremy, and the last one is entirely an OC (whom I had described in my old quotes posts but I've renamed her now 'Cus I accidentally gave her the same name as a BATIM character whoops-): Susanna "Susie" Hudson. She's the FNAF 3 guard.

as was before, I get these quotes from the perchance generator and just insert the characters in manually.

quotes under the cut:

Gregory (seeing that one unexplained room): Is… Is that meant to be on fire? Roxanne Wolf: No… not really. Gregory: Are you going to do something about it? Roxanne Wolf: Hm… nah.

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Michael Afton: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Michael Afton: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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Mangle: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

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Susanna Hudson: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet.  Fritz Smith: Nat 20 Charisma.  Susanna Hudson: That is NOT how that works- 

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Golden Freddy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.  -

Mangle: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. Withered Foxy: Ok. Mangle: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

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Mangle: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Jeremy Fitzgerald: Bees? Mangle: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES! Jeremy Fitzgerald: Wait- *Toy Chica approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly* ('Twas but an allegory for the Bite of 87-)

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Fritz Smith: I wasn’t that drunk.  Jeremy Fitzgerald: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.  Fritz Smith: BECAUSE YOU ARE!  -

The Puppet: Bonnie, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?! Toy Bonnie: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water! -

Michael Afton: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

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Circus Baby: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Funtime Foxy: Not at all, Baby. Merely your primitive methods.

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Crying Child (FNAF 4), after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

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Gregory: Can we go to a haunted house? Vanessa: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Gregory: Wh-what? Vanessa: Goodnight, Gregory.

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Toy Bonnie: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Withered Bonnie: Is that a picture of you? Toy Bonnie: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

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The Mimic: I have one of your friends. Glamrock Freddy: Which one? I have seven. The Mimic: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Glamrock Freddy: Which one? I have seven. Roxanne Wolf, distantly: HEY!!!

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Michael Afton: What’s the status up here? Fritz Smith: Fucked up, about to die, Jeremy's a nerd. The usual.

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Roxanne Wolf: You're pathetic! Gregory: You're pathetic-er! Vanny: You're both losers.

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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread* Molten Freddy: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. Helpy: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful. Rockstar Chica: if you want information it is Music Man: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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Ennard: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Michael Afton: What? Ennard: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

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*Michael Afton rushes by with an armful of water bottles* Funtime Chica: What's going on? Rockstar Foxy: Mike wouldn't drink water. Funtime Chica: …And? Rockstar Foxy: And I asked him how fast he could chug an entire bottle. Michael Afton, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

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Roxanne Wolf: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason. Roxanne Wolf: Me too!

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Montgomery Gator: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Glamrock Chica: They do. Glamrock Freddy: …Why did you say that with such certainty?

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William Afton: You might not know this, Henry, but I am a flawed person. Henry Emily: I do know that.

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William Afton: I could kill you if I wanted. Michael Afton: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

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Dee Dee: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Funtime Freddy: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver. Funtime Freddy: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.

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Cassie: You're ignoring all your problems. Eclipse: I know. Cassie: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism? Eclipse: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Cassie:

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Withered Foxy: What do people in relationships even do? Toy Freddy: Care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy. Withered Foxy: Okay. Didn't ask. Toy Chica: Asks question Toy Chica: "Didn't ask" Withered Foxy: Thanks for the play by play, Captain Fuck.

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Withered Foxy: BB? What are you doing here? Balloon Boy, standing in the office: My best.

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The Squad: *walking around the Pizzaplex* Moon: Hey, have any of you guys seen Chica? She's been gone for a while.. Vanessa: Eh, nope. Montgomery Gator: No, I haven’t… Roxanne Wolf: Probably ran off to get pizza or something. Glamrock Chica: Hey. Moon: Ooh, there you are- Vanessa: What the fu- Roxanne Wolf: I- where were you?! Glamrock Chica: Walking right behind you guys.

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Funtime Freddy: Bon-Bon! Eggs Benedict got that thing on the control panel working! Bon-Bon: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Funtime Freddy: Yeah! Bon-Bon: Any idea what it does? Funtime Freddy: Not a clue.

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Gregory: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

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Cassie: You have to apologize to Roxy! Gregory: Fine! Gregory: Unfuck you, or whatever!

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Michael Afton: Rockstar Bonnie just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then he reached down and untied my shoe.

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Gregory: School sucks. Vanessa: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job. Gregory: What are jobs like? Vanessa: They suck.

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The Mimic: I am literally evil incarnate. The Mimic: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. The Mimic: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

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William Afton: Something’s off. Henry Emily: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. William Afton: No, but that’s funny.

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Montgomery Gator: Do you ever think? Because I do not.

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Gregory: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? Gregory: Core-ean Glamrock Freddy: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language! Vanessa: Core-ean.

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Toy Bonnie: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

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Roxanne Wolf: How would you like your hair cut? Montgomery Gator: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

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Withered Chica, looking at her reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be? Toy Chica: Well, that's you. Withered Chica: Me?! Is that what I look like? Toy Chica You don't know? Withered Chica: Busy day.

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Withered Bonnie, to Toy Bonnie: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: We need to distract these guys. Fritz Smith: Leave it to me. Fritz Smith: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Toy Freddy & Toy Bonnie: *immediately begin arguing*

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Susanna Hudson: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body. Fritz Smith: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot. Susanna Hudson: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! Michael Afton: Hmm… I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free… not sure where you're getting your facts from…

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Circus Baby: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Ballora: Fucking Freddy and Foxy were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Circus Baby: All in all, a 100 successful trip. Funtime Freddy: But we lost Bon-Bon. Circus Baby: All in all, a 100 successful trip!

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(FNAF humans be like:)

Susanna Hudson: *fills up bottle and drinks from that* Vanessa: *brought 4 bottles of water so this wouldn’t happen* Cassie: *drinks straight from the tap* Crying Child: *dehydrates* Gregory: *drinks from the puddle of water on the floor* Michael Afton: *licks the tap, doesn’t even need a drink*

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Cassie: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Gregory: You and me! Cassie: *tearing up* Ok.

(we can pretend the ending never happened just a bit-)

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Chica: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? Freddy: …What???

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Gregory, holding a scooter: Vanessa! Can I go outside and play with this? Vanessa Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Gregory, running outside: Thanks Vanessa! Vanessa, running out after him and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

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Jeremy Fitzgerald: Look, last night was a mistake. Fritz Smith: A sexy mistake. Jeremy Fitzgerald: No, just a regular mistake.

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Mangle: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Toy Freddy: That's deep. Toy Bonnie: That means that ketchup is a smoothie. Toy Freddy: That's deeper. The Puppet: …You guys are idiots.

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RWQFSFASXC: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

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Withered Chica: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Toy Chica: What changed your mind? Withered Chica: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

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Freddy: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Golden Freddy: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

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*1987's game of Among Us in real life* Jeremy Fitzgerald: I believe Fritz is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Mr. Afton, what were you doing? William Afton: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!

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Toy Bonnie: Is the pink panther a lion? Withered Bonnie: Say that again but slower. Toy Bonnie: I don’t get it. Withered Bonnie: He’s a PANTHER. Toy Bonnie: Is that a type of lion? Withered Bonnie: No, it’s a fucking panther. Toy Bonnie: *googles panther* They aren't pink? Withered Bonnie: AND LIONS ARE?!

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Henry Emily: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? William Afton: Literally or figuratively? Henry Emily: I have to specify?

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Bonnie: Yesterday, I watched Foxy try to eat a decorative rock from the night guard's potted plant. The Puppet caught him, and told him that he can't eat rocks. Chica started whining something about no food being in the house before walking away.

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Susanna Hudson: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”. Michael Afton: *looks over at Fritz Smith and Jeremy Fitzgerald*  Michael Afton: Is it “sexual tension”?

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Gregory, after acquiring the Fazer-blaster: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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*after discussing the plan to burn down Fazbear's Fright* Susanna Hudson: Does anyone have any questions? Jeremy Fitzgerald: Is this legal? Susanna Hudson: Does anyone have any relevant questions?

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Dee Dee: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Old Man Consequences: …This just says “I can do what I want”.

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Fritz Smith: You look good in that hoodie. Jeremy Fitzgerald: You know where else I'd look good? Fritz Smith, zero hesitation: My bed. Jeremy Fitzgerald, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

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Helpi: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Cassie: I like how this is a "fun" fact. MXES: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

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Susanna Hudson: Just be careful, Mike! Michael Afton: heading out the door I'm always careful, Susie! Michael Afton: It's everything around me that's careless.

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The Puppet: We are not mad. We are just disappointed. Golden Freddy: No, we are mad. The Puppet: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Golden Freddy: No, we’re not! The Puppet: I am not a mind reader, Cassidy!

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Cassie: Do you take constructive criticism? Helpi: No, only cash or credit.

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Roxanne Wolf: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Gregory: Roxanne Wolf: Vroom vroom, come out already.

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Phone Guy: *Answers phone* Hello? Fritz Smith: It's Fritz Smith. Phone Guy: What did he do this time? Fritz Smith: No, it's me, phone guy. It's actually me. Phone Guy: What did you do this time?

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Vanessa: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

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Golden Freddy, referring to the Fazbear Gang(tm): Those guys are dorks. The Puppet: Yes, but they’re my dorks.

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Glamrock Chica: Are you busy? Montgomery Gator: No. Glamrock Chica: Want to do something? Montgomery Gator: Why would you try to ruin this for me?

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Susanna Hudson: Go to hell! Springtrap: Oh! I’ve been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely.

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Elizabeth Afton: When was the last time you cried? Crying Child: Uh 15 minutes ago, why?? Elizabeth Afton: really? That recent? Crying Child: Yeah *voice crack* is that an issue? starts crying again

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JJ: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to the Puppet and not do the thing, JJ: Well there’s a clear right answer here. JJ: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

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Ennard: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Michael Afton: Thanks, it's the trauma.

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Sun, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! Vanessa: …What does that even mean?!

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Susanna Hudson, toward Michael Afton: Wow, left-handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

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Freddy: We’re kind of missing something guys. Bonnie: Cohesion? Chica: Teamwork? Foxy: A general sense of what we’re doing? Golden Freddy: And the Puppet is not here. Chica: Oh, and that, yeah.

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Michael Afton: Ennard, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Ennard, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

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Roxanne Wolf: Tired of just deserving better. Gonna start taking it by force.

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Scraptrap: *dies* Helpy: Timer starts now! When is he coming back? I say two months! Music Man: Bullshit. One month. Lefty: Nah, half a month. Rockstar Foxy, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? SOMEONE JUST DIED! Mr. Hippo, scratching chin in thought: One week.

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Michael Afton: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Helpy.

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Roxanne Wolf: Let’s not Gregory this into a worse situation than it already is. Gregory: Did you just use my name as a verb?

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Scrap Baby: Tommorrow's garbage day. Molten Freddy: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

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Glamrock Freddy: *lifting weights* Montgomery Gator: Wow… He's so intense! Glamrock Chica: I wonder what drives him. Glamrock Freddy, internally: (Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.)

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Fritz Smith: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet. Jeremy Fitzgerald: Why’d you get banned? Fritz Smith: Touched the bear. Jeremy Fitzgerald: … What bear? Fritz Smith: Feddy Fazbear

[smbyt]

Vietnamese!Reader? How about that?

Warning: swearing, kinda offensive i guess but just for fun (so sorry...), personal opinions,...

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Price: why on earth do you use those chopsticks--

Reader: to eat pizza? Yes, and it would be better if I add more fish sauce.

Soap: maniac! Anyway, lemme try it

Ghost: *calls 911*

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Konig *teaching reader German*: it's not that hard to pronounce them…

Reader: I totally can't…

Soap: Oh, so how can you say "A stork with a collar bites the grass next to a really small palm branch" in Vietnamese?

Reader: con cò có cổ cắn cỏ cạnh cành cọ con con?

Soap: So why the f*ck that you can't pronounce those vowel in German!?

Reader: I DON'T KNOW!?

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*in the club*

Soap *showing off his dancing skill*

Gaz *chilling with the music*

Ghost and Price *looking at reader doing the vinahey dance*

Reader: I'M A FREAKING CEILING FANNNNN!

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Reader *holding a birthday so-called cake*: happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, sir!

Price: is it rice?… You make a cake from rice!?

Reader: hey it's called Chưng cake!

Gaz: as far as I know, nobody in Vietnam use that cake as a birthday one….

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Ghost *injured siriously*: Don't---

Reader: you don't have the right to command.

Reader *cures his wound with Vietnamese green oil and let him smell the Golden Star Balm*

(that is stupid, don't do it at home pleaseeeee)

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Ghost: where is (s)he?

Soap: Making bombs out of shit

Gaz: disgusting

Ghost: but it works

(have you ever heard about Vietnamese traps during war?)

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Southern!Reader: BOMB!

Soap: WHERE!?

Reader: THERE! *pointing at the apple tree*

Soap: ???

Reader: well, in the South of Vietnam, we call apple "bom" which have the same pronounce with bomb

Ghost: is it French?

Reader: kinda

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Gaz: I'm scared of nothing...

Gaz *pointing at reader's handwriting*: ... but this---

Reader's letter: đon't tell me that i need to đo thát shit. Love u.

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Price: today R/n wish me good luck.

Soap: it's not "touch wood", sir...

Ghost: it's a puss-

Reader: KI KI KI KI KI, GHOST SHUT THE FUCK UP!

(*ki ki ki* is the way Vietnamese people get a dog's attention. Anyway this is a lucky sign:

and this is how i tell others that "you're a c^nt"

this picture is used for illustration, this woman didn't mean that, it's just a misunderstanding)