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strniohoeee · 4 months

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Can I request a Matt x childhood friend reader, like I’m talking since diapers. But like everyone knows they like each other I’m talking EVERYONE 😭. But they’re both oblivious asf.

Oblivion

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N could not fathom the idea of being in love with Matt. It’s been shoved down her throat by her mother her whole life, and she’s never agreed. But one night she starts to think, and things take a turn🌙

Warnings⚠️: NONEEEEE, hope you enjoy tho🫂

Song for the imagine: Mind Over Matter- Young the Giant

You know you’re on my mind?

And if the world don’t break

I’ll be shakin it

Cause I’m a young man after all

Being an only child makes some people think you have it hard. You know since there’s no one you can really run to other than your parents. However I’d beg to differ.

I have been friends with the triplets and their brother Justin since I was in a diaper. Our moms being friends since high school really made it nice for us. It was an automatic built in friendship.

We had a lot of play dates since I had no siblings and no immediate family my age. I looked at them as my brothers and Justin as an older brother.

Our childhood was so fun, often going up to the Cape with them for the summer since my parents had to work. I never ever felt alone. Occasionally bored when they went on a vacation my parents didn’t let me go on, but still never a dull moment.

Matt and I got the closest since we shared similar interests, but also we felt like the odd ones out. Most times sticking with each other because Nick and Chris had their own group of friends we didn’t really like to hang around with.

My mothers always told me Matt was my soulmate whether it was romantically or platonically. She always said I gravitated towards him the most since we could crawl. I often cringed at this statement because he was like my brother.

I think I gravitated towards him the most because we liked a lot of the same things, and we were more reserved than Nick and Chris. We’d always get the same gifts because well like I said, we liked the same things. After a while our parents only got us one thing we’d both liked so we could share. Like vinyls for our record players, movies, CDs, and even accessories like hats and even rings.

I didn’t think Matt was my soulmate per say, especially not romantically. I mean sure I had a crush on all three of them at one point, but that’s totally normal. I got over it quickly. I even had a crush on Justin, and he’s 7 years older than us. I mean what’s not to like? He was a cool 17 year old with nice clothes, a cool bike and a new phone. To even be in his presence made me nervous. But like I said I got over those crushes quickly.

By the time we got to high school I’d say I never thought of any of them in a romantic way. They were gross teenage boys and I looked at them as stinky brothers. Matt had a lot of trouble attending school, so we didn’t hang out much till we all got home.

I found myself looking for him in the hallways, at lunch and even next to me when the seat was empty. I felt like I started to like him again, but quickly those feelings died down when I had a fair share of experiences with some boys at our school.

Matt really hated the guys I talked to, and I wasn’t sure why. By senior year we had our first argument over a guy I was dating. He told me he’d hurt me and use me, and I was so blind to it that we got into a fight. I didn’t speak to them that whole summer, and to my surprise that guy was a complete asshole like Matt said he was.

I went to a local college while the triplets focused on their YouTube career. After that summer ended I decided to make up with Matt because I really missed my best friend. I swear best friend breakups are worse than breaking up with a significant other.

We were all 18 and living our best lives as the four again. Spending every second of every day together. I tagged along with them while they filmed and did some things around the city.

I had finally gone home after being at their house for 2 weeks straight. Going from campus to their house and back stopping at my house to shower and change, but that was about it.

“Holy shit she’s home” I heard my dad say as I closed the front door

“I know I know the celebrities back home” I said nodding my head

“Where have you been?” My mom asked laughing

“Well to school and then the triplets and then back to school” I said

“I’m about to tell Mary Lou to let you stay there and charge you rent” my dad said

“Ahaha veryyyy funny” I said sitting down across from them

“You and Matt seem to be doing good” my mother said

“Yeah we’re good now” I replied back

“Sooo did you admit your feelings to him yet?” My mom asked

“Feelings?” I said furrowing my brows

“Yeah…you like the kid and he likes you it’s pretty obvious” my dad said laughing

“I don’t like him, and he doesn’t like me we’re just friends” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“Mmm I don’t know about that he seems like a love sick puppy” my mom said

“Yeah whatever” I said laughing

“Even their mom says it. Just confess already you guys are madly in love” she said

“What? Mom don’t be crazy” I said shaking my head

“You better admit to these feelings soon because that boys following you around like a guy under a love spell” my dad said

“You guys are being insane I’m going to bed” I said rubbing my temples

I went to my room and laid in my bed. My hands crossed over my stomach as I fiddled with my thumbs.

In love? No I couldn’t be.

Matt is my best friend, and that’s all.

Well I mean…..he is really handsome, sweet, and funny even though he says he’s boring which he isn’t. He’s super caring, always putting others above him.

He’s always there for me, he loves watching chick flicks with me and reading sad love stories. He loves my poetry that I write, always helping me make it better…..

I mean I couldn’t like him….right?

But then I started thinking

Friends don’t offer you their jacket if you’re cold, they don’t hold your shoes for you when your feet hurt, they don’t pick you up in the middle of the night because you’re sad, they don’t take you on Long Beach walks at night, or take you out to eat and pay EVERYTIME……..they definitely don’t watch romance movies and read sad romance books when you know they hate it. I mean, could he like me back??

No of course not, don't be irrational Y/N….hes just a very very nice friend is all.

My heart started to race and my breathing quickened. I shot up in my bed and looked into the darkness of my room.

Was I in love with Matthew?

The boy who would wipe his nose on me

The boy who would trip me to make his brothers laugh

The boy who would walk by and steal some food from my plate

The boy who would crack a joke and look at me to see if I’d laugh

The boy who waited for me in the rain when I was fighting with my ex

The boy who made me smile

The boy who made me look for him in everything I did

Holy shit…..

I AM IN LOVE??? WHAT THE FUCK???

I began to panic because of course I had boyfriends, but that was because I was bored. I’ve never loved a guy I dated

But for some reason I am in love with Matthew?

Cursing myself out internally because my mom was correct, and so was Mary Lou.

Suddenly my thoughts stopped when I heard something hit my window.

I jumped up from my bed and slowly walked over to my window when small pebbles hit the glass again causing me to flinch.

I looked out the window and to my surprise I saw Matt standing in my lawn??

Was this a cheesy 80s film? Where’s his boombox? And the stupid sunglasses?

I opened my window

“Matt it’s 1AM what are you doing here?” I said in a whisper

“I was bored” he said back

“You were bored? You could’ve texted me” I said raising an eyebrow

“Well yeah…” he said scratching the back of his neck

“Tell me the real reason you’re here” I said giggling

“I also miss you” he said smiling like a dork

“Miss me? Matt you’ve never said you missed me a day in your life” I said leaning on my palms as I look down at him

“Yeah I know, but I don’t know I just have been seeing you for so long that I guess I just really miss your presence” he said laughing a bit

“I’m loving this little Romeo and Juliet moment we’re having” I said laughing

“Oh shut up you know you missed me too” he said trying to throw pebbles up at me

“Mmm I’m not too sure” I said shrugging my shoulders

“And you left your lip gloss in my room” he said digging in his pocket

“That could be one of your girlfriends” I said laughing

“What? No….there's never girls in my room but you” he said pulling the lip gloss out

“Mmm how do I know you’re not lying” I said

“You’re the only girl I know who has used this same exact strawberry lip gloss since we were in 7th grade” he said showing me the gloss

“Alright you win” I said rolling my eyes

“And I never bring girls home” he said again

“I got the point Matthew just say you’re in love with me already” I said laughing playfully

“Not if the feeling isn’t mutual” he blurted out

“What?” I said shocked

“You heard me… Y/N I have been in love with you since we were 10, and if all my gestures haven’t made it possible. Then me standing out here on your lawn embarrassing myself at trying to say I love you better work. If I have to scream it to the world I will” he said swallowing thickly

“I….I” I could not form a sentence

“I’m sorry….this was wrong oh so wrong” he said shaking his head and turning around

I backed away from the window and ran down the steps to my front door.

I swung the door open and walked out and saw Matt walking away back to his car.

“Matthew! Don’t go” I said loudly

He turned around and looked at me stopping in his tracks

“I have been ignoring this feeling for far too long. Everyone around me is telling me how I feel and how you feel about me. I was so scared to open my eyes and realize that you may have been the one for me since forever. I never sat down and thought about it until tonight. When I replayed many interactions in my head. And I couldn’t wrap my head around why I’ve never loved any of my past boyfriends, and that’s because Matthew I’m so madly in love with you” I said breathing heavily

Matt walked over to me and crashed our lips together. I won’t lie, I have kissed plenty of guys before, but I’ve never enjoyed the kisses. I’ve never gotten butterflies or felt my face flush with heat. It had always been matt and it took me so long to realize.

His lips disconnected from mine as his thumb ran over my cheek staring into my eyes.

“I always wondered how many more time I had to watch The Notebook with you before you realized I was so in love” he said laughing

“Oh shut up” I said rolling my eyes and laughing

“God I’m just so in love with you” he said looking at me

I began to blush and looked away

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He suddenly asked me

My eyes snapped to his and my heart began to beat faster

“Yes Matt, yes I will” I said smiling

He smiled at this too and crashed our lips together once more.

That night I snuck Matt into my bedroom, and had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last time I’d do that.

We spent the night watching The Notebook and talking while we cuddled into each other's arms eventually falling asleep.

How could we both be so oblivious this whole time?

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one🥹🤞🏽. I’m at 1,410 followers which is MADNESS?? Like what???? I love yall so freaking much🥺🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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lexisecretaccx · 22 days

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High School Sweethearts pt.14 - Chris Sturniolo

All parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, cutesie fr, nice at the start, slight mentions of toxic household, slightly suggestive, mentions of drinking, violence, intense, not proofread!)

A/n: I’m coming to the end of this series, there’s probably gonna be like 1 or 2 more parts after this or something, I’ll try make the finale pretty long! Thank you for all the support on this series and ily all!

A week later..

I haven’t been home in a week, my mom actually seemed to care that I was missing and she called a few people or something and she found out I was here, I spoke to her on the phone and reassured her I was safe but I couldn’t face going home.

“I wish I could just move outta there.” I sigh, sat up to the table with Marylou, Jimmy, Nick, Matt and Chris eating dinner. Chris’ hand rubs my thigh gently, “why don’t you move out? You’re 18 aren’t you?” Jimmy pipes up, I think in my head and realise that I’m the legal age to move out of my house.

But then it hits me.

“Yeah but I’d need to save up for an apartment, I don’t even have a job.” I bite my lip gently, “you could move in here!” Marylou spoke excitedly. I look up at her swiftly, “I wouldn’t wanna do that, what if you get sick of me?” I smile softly at the offer.

“How could I get sick of you? You’re like the daughter I never had.” She grins in a gentle manner, “woah that’s weird mom.” Chris says, motioning between me and him, “dating remember?” He laughs.

“It wasn’t literal, I meant we can do gardening and have girly nights!” Her voice is full of happiness and excitement. “That would be nice, I really don’t want to burden any of you though.” I look around to Nick and Matt.

“You literally helped me get a boyfriend y/n, I love you, you can stay here forever!” Nick smirks, my mouth opens, “you never said you guys are dating now!” I reply shocked but happy. He nods softly and goes red. Nick and Oliver went on a few dates in the past week and Oliver has been filling me in on some details, but I’m so glad they’re together.

“I can teach you how to do Pokémon Go.” Matt spoke and Chris huffs and chuckles, “Matt why do you always bring up Pokémon Go? She’s probably heard about it like 100 times now.” I laugh and look at Matt, “I’d love to learn how to play it.” I reassure him, a grin creeping across his face. He does a cocky smirk at Chris before Chris pulls his glasses off of his face as Matt tries to grab them back.

I roll my eyes jokingly at their fighting and Marylou chuckles softly, “if you want the offer is here at anytime, we have a spare bedroom so you can have some time to yourself,” she side eyes the boys fighting, “but you’re always welcome.” She reaches over the table and grabs my hand comfortingly.

“I will probably take you up on the offer, I think I’ll have to talk to my mom first though which I’m dreading.” I smile before she drops my hands and nods her head, “if you want I can come with you to let your mother know you’d be safe with us.” I had turned my head to Chris and Matt but quickly return it to face her when she said that.

“Would you really? I’d feel more comfortable for sure.” I asked, “yes of course sweetie, I bet Chris would love you being around here more, when you’re not here you’re all he talks about.” She smirks over to him and his cheeks redden.

He looks at me and grins before shrugging to Marylou. “I’d love you here more..” He whispers in a tone that causes me to squeeze my thighs together lightly.

We finish eating and I help Marylou wash up the dishes, “if you want to get it over with we can go to your mom’s house after we’ve done this?” She offers, I look to the clock the hands point the time to 6:15.

I sigh contentedly, “yes please.” I dry my hands, Marylou pulls me in for a hug and I hug her back.

“Matt?” Marylou calls, and shortly after Matt walks in, his hair ruffled and messy probably from fighting with Chris. “Yeah?” He asks her as he leans up on the counter. “Could you drive me and Lexi to her house?” She asks politely, and Matt nods, “yeah sure, should I ask Chris to come?” He looks at me, “I think it would be best he waited here, so my dad doesn’t try any funny business with him.”

Chris walks in, “is it okay if you stay here while we go to my Moms house. So my dad doesn’t try to show off and cause shit to happen?” I ask Chris, walking over to him as he wraps his arms around my waist and looks at Matt and his mom, “yeah okay baby, I need to shower anyway,” he directs his attention to Matt and Marylou, “keep her safe yeah?” They nod, Chris plants a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I’ll see you later okay?” He smirked, “okay.” I smiled back.

“Should we head off?” Matt asks us and Marylou looks at me, “yeah let’s go.” I say nervously.

I hop in the passenger seat next to Matt and Marylou sits in the back. Soft music plays through the speakers, “I’ll come in with you, so they take you seriously.” Marylou spoke from behind me, “yeah thank you.” I look back at her and smile.

“Matt you can wait in the car unless we really need you to come in.” Marylou sorta commands him and Matt nods, “why do I feel like I’m a soldier taking orders.” Matt starts laughing and we join in.

We pull into my street and I have a rush of anxiety hit me, I swallow harshly. “It’s okay just take deep breathes, that’s what I do when I get anxiety.” I nod as we pull up outside my house and I hop out the car, Marylou following me.

I walk up the front steps and knock the door, Marylou standing behind me. Shortly after my mom opens the door, and her face drops when she notices me. She looks behind me at Marylou, “can I talk to you?” I say and she lets us in.

“How have you been I haven’t seen you in a we-” I cut her off, “where is he?” I ask sternly. She looks around and then to the kitchen, “in the kitchen.. why?” She replies.

“Also who is this woman?” She points at Marylou, “I’m Marylou.. Chris’ mother.” She smiles at my mother and my mom just looks back at me. “Why is she here with you?” She asks, her voice lowering as to not alert my father.

“I’m gonna get straight to the point…” I sigh, “Mom I wanna move out.” I look up at her anxiously awaiting her reaction, “what?” She spoke harshly, “why?” I look at Marylou who nods at me reassuringly, “I don’t wanna live in a house with a man who abused me.. us.” I raise the inner corners of my brows.

“You need to get over it y/n.. he’s changed.” She spoke through gritted teeth. “I don’t care I can’t be here with him.. I’m leaving.” I sigh. “Where you gonna go huh?” Her brows knitted together.

“She’s gonna come live with me and my family, we have a spare room she’ll be safe with us.” Marylou nods and rubs my back slightly. My mother groans, “fine, leave me like everyone does.” She looks at me, trying to guilt me into staying, “don’t emotional blackmail me.. I’m doing what’s best for me.” I point at my chest.

I hear stumbling behind my mom and my dad walks into the hallway. He’s slightly drunk, I can tell from his stance and the fact there’s a beer bottle in his hand. “Hey darling.” He slurs his words as he walks over to me and tries to hug me, I step out the way and he stumbles again. “Hug your dad.” He tries to hug me again, gripping my arm.

“Get the fuck off of me right now.” I yell. His eyes widen and he stumbles back. He grinds his teeth, “you little bitch.” He spat at me before walking closer again, Marylou pushes him back slightly, “leave her alone.” She says in a strict voice.

“Fuck you.” He shouts and walks towards Marylou, I hear a noise coming to the front door and it opens slightly, Matt poking his head around it.. “I heard yelling is everyone-” he started to speak but his eyes darted to my father closing on Marylou. “Get the fuck away from my mom.” He entered the house fully and slammed the door behind him.

My dad turned to face him, “who’s this?” He asks my mom, “that’s Chris, y/n’s boyfriend.” I scoff, “no that’s Matt, Chris’ brother.. remember they’re triplets?” I say and my mom shrugs.

“Why are you in my house glasses boy?” My dad has turned his attention to Matt now, “it’s not your house it’s mom-” I go to speak but am interrupted by my dad’s hand against my cheek. “Shut up.” He hissed. I feel tears brew in my eyes as memories flood back from when my dad used to hurt me.

“You do not hit your daughter.” Marylou spoke loudly, pulling me into a hug, “and don’t you even touch my son.” She added on.

“Get the fuck out my face.” Matt scoffed, “you’re not a real man if you hurt your daughter.” Matt taunts, “Matt don’t..” I say quietly.

“Little shit.” My dad spoke in a gruff voice and he swung the glass bottle that’s in his hand, at Matt. Luckily because he was drunk his aim was shit so it smashed on the wall next to Matt. “You missed.” Matt teased.

“Imagine if Chris was here,” Matt laughs, “shit would go down for real.” My dad swings for Matt again and Marylou yells, “Hit my son and I’ll kill you.” I had never seen Marylou fully angry, it was scary.

My dad ignores her words and slams his fist into Matts ribs. Matt yells out in pain, my mother finally stops just standing there and intervenes. “Let’s go calm down yeah?” She spoke. He nodded drunkenly and she dragged him into the living room.

“He’s changed y/n.. I promise.” I mimic my mother’s words to her and she scoffs. Marylou is hugging Matt and making sure he’s okay. “Yeah I’m good mom he just hit my rib cage.. motherfucker.. you okay?” He says to me and I nod, tears streaming down my face.

“You’re definitely moving in with us okay sweetie? We can report him to the police or something.” Marylou reassures me as she starts to walk upstairs, “where you going?” Matt asks. “To grab the rest of y/n’s clothes.” She smiled to me before rushing up the stairs and returning about 5 minutes later.

“There was a plastic bag in your room I filled it with all your clothes.” She grabbed my hand and nodded. “Thank you.” I whisper.

We walk out of the house and I slam the door behind me.. once we’re in the car I breakdown in tears. “Oh sweetheart it’s okay.. Chris is back at the house remember? You can cuddle or something..” she chuckles softly and I do too. “You were crazy for taunting him like that.” I laugh to Matt, as he starts the car.

“He called me glasses boy.” He laughs, squeaking slightly. We all erupt in laughter, my sadness still hidden underneath but I feel much more relaxed and happy when I’m with Chris and his family.

A/n: good riddance to y/n’s dad fr. Matt and Marylou carries this part fr 😭😂 poor y/n tho wtfff! I’m so excited to write the finale.. it’ll be a long one (that’s what she said) but it’ll have smut and all the good stuff in it!

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stargazing15 · 2 years

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Girlfriend

Hangman x Fem!Reader

Summary: You really don’t like Hangman’s girlfriend, why did it have to be your high school bully. You were not the shy girl anymore from your high school days, so you had to do something about that girlfriend.

Your callsign: Cider

Warnings: Hangman is an idiot (in the beginning, he’ll come to his senses), cursing, mentions of bullying, smut 18+

A/N: Inspired by the songs Girlfriend from Avril Lavigne and Misery Business by Paramore; you’re a wso, graduated together with Bob, who’s like your twin. (For the story: you grew up in a town that about a 2 hour drive from base). This is my first time writing smut, so bare with me. Oh and sorry, things got way out of hand. Enjoy!

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High school reunions, who invented them? Until two days ago you were convinced you were not going, until Bob, your best friend since the academy, convinced you otherwise to show your bullies they were wrong. You had changed dramatically after high school, you were not that shy wallflower anymore that was an easy target to pick on. You had grown some serious balls in the Navy, you were not obnoxious loud as Hangman, but you could stand your ground when it was necessary. In the dagger-squad, you and bob became a mischievous duo, pulling off pranks with the rest. This is how the two of you became known as the twins. People had asked if you two had tried dating, which you did, but kissing each other had felt like kissing your sibling so you both reacted with a “tried that, failed terribly” at the same time. The squad had become a big family where you felt welcomed, but was the only one who knew about your time in high school.

Now, here you were, back at the gate of your high school, with sweaty hands, letting the awful memories sink in. Your thoughts went back to reality when you felt your phone buzz in your purse.

“Okay, here we go” you thought as you entered the school. Everything still looked the same, just a bit modernised.

Bob🤓: OWN them!

Bob🤓: I can hear your thoughts all the way over here, snap out of it dude

You: Yeah yeah, if they're mean, I'll accidentally send a missile towards them during our next exercise.

Bob🤓: That's what I'm talking about! Have fun!

You’d hoped to see Trudy, she was the secretary during your time at high school and helped you through your worst days as she once heard some of your classmates going down at you. The bullying was never physical, they belittled you, called names, embarrass you in front of everyone, it was just awful. As you let your eyes wander around you noted a lady behind a table welcoming everyone, but she’s too young to be Trudy, as she might have reached retirement age.

“Hi, can I have your name, so we know who’s here” the lady smiled, you didn’t recognise her.

“Oh, that’s Y/L/N Y/N.”

“I’m Daphne, I’m the new secretary since 4 years. Partner?”

“That explains why you don’t seem familiar, nice to meet you and no, just me.”

“Have a nice evening, and maybe, you’ll find someone nice here.” She winked at you.

“We’ll see.” You smiled at her. But I doubt that you thought. As you let your eyes scan the people around the room, you already found out where to go and which people to avoid. After joining a nice group, you started to feel at ease as they started to tell their stories. When it was your turn, you had everyone’s attention immediately as your career was the most exiting one.

“The Navy did you good, you’ve changed for the better.”

“Thanks” you smiled as you kept on chattering about your job, the pilots (the girls in the group were very interested in this topic) and fighter jets (the guys were hanging on your lips when you were describing how it felt flying with one).

“Do you have one those names?”

“Ha, yes, it’s Cider”

“Nice, how did you get that?”

“You don’t wanna now” you smirked. Nope, no one needed to hear your drunken of hungover stories.

“Oh my God, the bitches have arrived.” Nate, one of the ‘nerds’ back in the day, noticed.

“They’re as pink and annoying as I remember” you scoffed. Please let them not come here, I want a nice evening. But they were making their way over to your group. Oh fuck

“Who do we have here, the nerds and the uglies. I can’t believe some of you found partners. Poor you.” Ashley, one of them, started.

“Ashley, Melissa, Lucy, hello.” You hoped by taking the word they would leave the rest of the group alone.

“And you are?” Melissa, your worst bully replied.

“What you can’t read, I thought you graduated high school. Did you really forget who you bullied?”

“You won’t talk like that anymore when you see my boyfriend, you’ll be scared of him.”

“Oooh I’m shitting in my pants already, maybe you should be the one who’s scared.” You couldn’t help yourself to keep Bob in the loop.

“How dare you even talk back to me, you, you” You just smirked back at her, she really was not used to somebody talking back, you loved this new feeling and the fact they were staring in disbelief of the reformed you. Your moment of joy got interrupted when Melissa started jumping up and down like the nutjob she was “My hero, I’m here! This, this bitch here was insulting me, can you do something about it?” As you turned around to see which unlucky guy her boyfriend was, you almost let your drink fall on the ground.

You: the bitches have arrived

You: & I should be scared of her boyfriend 😱

Bob🤓: Ha bitch doesn't know you anymore

You: Let's kick her ass

“Hangman” You looked at him with a puzzled look and you couldn’t help to notice a blush creeping up his cheeks as he noticed you, not in your uniform. You had one massive secret that even Bob didn’t know (or at least you hoped he hadn’t noticed it), you were deeply in love with Hangman. The endless teasing of him - he was teasing everyone so you thought - with the pranks you and Bob did and sometimes scaring the shit out of him, made you enjoying his company a little too much an hoping he would ever notice you. But all your hopes got crushed a couple of weeks ago when he announced he had a girlfriend. When you congratulated him you hoped he wouldn’t notice your disappointment. You quickly grabbed your phone and kept Bob up to date.

“Cider, hi, I didn’t expect to see you here, you look good.” Hangman blushed. Oh it’s the first he’s seeing me wearing a dress, maybe I could use this. Bob was the best confidence booster there was. Apparently he knew about your crush, but you didn’t care at this moment about that as you and Hangman were still staring at each other, forgetting for a moment that there were other people around you. What you didn’t know was that Hangman had always loved you too. When he met you, you were still shy, but he, just as the rest, thought you and Bob were an item so didn’t dare to do anything. After you and Bob made clear that the two of you could never be an item, he couldn’t help himself and started teasing you even more, just so he could get your attention as he secretly liked to be the prank target of you and Bob. He just didn’t dare to confess his love to you, in fear of rejection, yes the mighty Hangman could be afraid. But Hangman was still a man and had his needs, so when he met Melissa in a bar, he hoped just for one night, but the girl had already announced the next morning she was his girlfriend. The only way to keep up with the relationship was imagining she was you.

You: it’s Bagman

Bob🤓: WTF! you're fucked dude

You: I wish I was

Bob🤓: Ha busted

Bob🤓: go for him, you're better

“So, Melissa, that’s your girlfriend. Jeez Hangman.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“You two know each other? And his name is Jake you dumbass. ” Melissa broke you and Hangman out your moment.

“Navy” you commented.

“How’s that possible, you mop floors or what? At least you’re good for something then.” She tried to be the smartest, but instead got warning looks from Hangman.

“Nah, I’m a WSO, I aim the missiles, so watch your back.” You smirked at her, even Hangman couldn’t to laugh at your comment, he wan’t going to admit it yet, but he loved you like this. After your last comment Melissa ran crying with her clique to the toilets, probably hoping Jake would follow, but she was dead wrong about that.

“I’m so sorry about her Cider, I didn’t know she was that mean.”

“You do realise that she was my high school bully?” You asked while crossing your arms sternly.

“Oh shit, and I poured some salt in that wound by becoming her boyfriend, I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t know. But I’ve gotta say, you certainly became mouthy, I like that.”

With your newly gained confidence and the last comment Hangman made you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

“What do you actually see in her, I mean why her?” Hangman started to look at his feet becoming all shy in front of you. You finally had him where you wanted.

“Why her and not…” you paused for a second, fighting with everything you had in you to not let your brain chicken you out of it. “Me?” Hangman looked at you, something in him started to shift, like he realised what kind of big mistake he has made.

“I don’t like your girlfriend.” You added, hoping he would finally say something. Like some sort of gift from heaven, Melissa came back, mascara spread out, finally the tables were turned around.

“Jake, we need to talk, you cannot talk anymore to that bully, do you know what she has put me through?” She stood in front of Hangman arms crossed and standing on her toes hoping to get a kiss from him. At this moment the odds started to like you, a lot. Hangman’s attitude changed, he just put his finger on her pouty mouth.

“Melissa, sweetheart, there is something you don’t know. I don’t date bullies of your type.”

“What? How could you even say something like that, I’m the victim here!” She interrupted him.

“Jeez, you’re annoying.” You interrupted their breakup session.

“Y/N is right about that. Oh and now that there are witnesses here, it’s over.” Those words have meant everything to you. “And don’t disrespect her ever again.” You could honestly kiss the man right here right now, let’s just say the past was now forgotten and buried as Melissa ran off crying. She finally got what she had coming.

“Cider, do you mind going outside for a minute?” Hangman asked nicely while already taking your hand in his. You nodded. Once outside and the cool evening breeze wrapped around you, you quickly slid on your jacket you had hanging on your purse.

“Cider, you look really good, I mean I’ve never seen you in anything else than your uniform. I like it.” Hangman confessed.

“Thanks Jake” you blushed. “Please call me Y/N, I like it when you use my name.”

“Same here, did you mean what you said earlier?”

“Yeah, I wished it was me. God, I feel like a teenager.” You said quietly almost whispering. Jake didn’t say something, as his brain was processing he had always hoped you’d say. Yup, the one and only Hangman was starstruck. You took a step closer to him so your chests almost touched as you kept looking in his eyes. Fuck, even on my toes, I’m too small to kiss him. There was only one solution to this little obstacle, so you just grabbed him by his face as you guided it to yours so your lips could collide. You felt Jake coming back to earth from his thoughts as he started to respond to your kiss by asking permission with his tongue to enter your mouth. As things started to get heated, you both felt your phone buzz. Apparently your purse got stuck between your bodies. “Fuck, must be Bob.” You panted after interrupting the kiss.

Bob🤓: did you kiss already?

You showed Jake the text, laughing at Bob’s timing.

“You guys really are twins.”

“Yeah, he’s the evil one, I swear, don’t be fooled by his looks. Let’s keep him in the dark for now.” You smiled while switching your phone to ‘do not disturb’.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Hangman asked, still with a dazed looked, sounding a bit drunken - yeah drunken on love.

“Uh yeah, of course.” He’s got you really curious now.

“The only way I was able to keep up the relationship with you know, was to imagine she was you, but she was such an awful kisser and the rest, well, that too.”

“Oh, basically, you need someone to forget the bad memories, huh?” You teased him.

“What, no, that’s not - oh you little tease come here.” He said when you started to run away from him, but he immediately caught you and started tickling you until you surrendered.

“I’m gonna ask you officially. Y/N do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“You just broke up with your ex, you’re a fast man mister Hangman.” You teased him, he used to tease you a lot, so you were even now. “Yes, I want to be you girlfriend Jake.” You said while wrapping your arms around his neck. He took the signal and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Like this it was way easier for you to kiss him, so you did.

“You’re becoming bold.” Jake said while kissing you. “Love it though.” As the kissing started to get heated Jake made his way to the nearest wall. He pushed your back against the wall, resulting in a small groan escaping from your lips. Jake started exploring you body with one hand as the other one kept you in place. When he started kissing down your neck, you got back to the realisation you were still in you former high school. “Ja.. Jake, uh, fuck, we, we can’t here” you were able to murmur out while enjoying Jake’s kisses a little too much.

“You don’t want to get fucked in your high school? Why are you so addicting?” He stopped kissing you looking at you with eyes filled with lust.

“If we would’ve been together for a while, I wouldn’t mind. I just, still hate this place.” You said while burying your face his neck so you could take in his scent. “I booked an airbnb nearby, I didn’t want to drive for 2 hours at this hour.

"Smart girl, let’s get out of here.” Jake already had your hand in his as he started dragging you out of the school.

“Wait up horndog, I took a cab here, my car is still at the airbnb, your car here?”

“Yup, came apart, in case it got boring, or exciting, as you can describe it now.” You both smirked at his last comment, this man was going to be the death of you. As you reached his car, he pushed you against it and started kissing you again, it started with hungry kisses on your neck lowering to your chest where they started becoming more aggressive and probably be hickeys in the morning. He let his hands first roam around and squish your butt as he finally started assaulting your mouth with hungry kisses again. You couldn’t help yourself anymore as you pulled his leg between yours in need to feel some friction. “Fuck, Jake” you moaned.

“That sound … stop me now, or we never gonna make back to your airbnb, Jesus you’re so much better than I’ve imagined.” Knowing he was right, you broke off you moment of pleasure to grab his keys out of his pocket, he always kept his keys at the same place, you’ve been, let’s say observant. After typing in the address, Jake kept his hand on your upper thigh during the drive.

“I would have never guessed you were this hot, when I met the shy you.”

“You know what they say about the quiet ones.” You commented with a big grin, resulting in Jake sliding his hand under your dress dangerously close to your throbbing area. You could only moan under his touch.

“Fuck Cider, you’re lucky we’re almost there. If I knew you could sound this heavenly I would’ve taken you a very long time ago and I wouldn’t have made the Melissa-mistake.”

“I swear to God, if you mention her one more time, you’re gonna have blue balls tonight.”

“Duly noted. We’re here.” You rapidly made your way out of his car so you could open the door, before you even got the chance to turn on the light, Jake was already in front of you lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around him and picking up where you left off.

“Bedroom?”

“Second left. Hurry.” you mumbled in between kisses.

“Are we getting impatient?” Hangman couldn’t get enough of you being all hot and bothered for him. He softly laid you on the bed removing your and his shoes. When he joined you on the bed, you quickly straddled his lap taking the lead getting a surprised “Whoa babe” from Hangman but he certainly didn’t mind it. After removing his shirt you need a second to admire his torso up close at what you couldn’t help but licking your lips. “I don’t wanna boost your ego, but you’re hot as fuck like this under me.” You felt Hangman’s erection get even harder, if that was even possible, underneath you. You started kissing him again, you felt him groping your ass and eventually getting his hands under your dress.

“This, off.” As he tugged on your dress. You quickly got out of it and tossed it somewhere on the ground, you felt Jake wiggle himself from underneath you so he could take off his trousers leaving him too in just his underwear. Now Jake back in control removed your bra and panties a little too easily and laid you on your back so he could admire his girl.

“All mine now.” Even though you were quite confident a moment earlier, you started feeling a bit uneasy being fully exposed to him. Realising you were feeling shy he started peppering sweet kisses all over your body to keep your mind off overthinking. As his kisses were arriving at your thigh, he started sucking on the spots where he left first planted kisses, marking you up, leaving you moaning his name. When he spread your legs, your shyness was not completely gone yet, so you had to come up with something to boost yourself.

“Why I’m a the only one naked?”

“Does my girl wanna see the merchandise?” You nodded eagerly. When he slid his boxers off, your mouth fell open at the sight of his thick shaft slapping to his stomach. Fuck he’s big. Before you could say or do anything else Jake was back between your legs.

“Wait, Jake, can you, uhm, take it easy, it’s been a while, I’m dry like a desert. And fuck, you’re gonna rip me apart with that thing.”

“Dry like a desert, yeah right, I can see that. You’re so wet baby.” Jake smirked while teasing your clit. “Jake” you moaned. “Only for you.” you could gasp as he slid one finger between your folds. He pumped his finger in and out of you and he started kissing and sucking on your nipples. “Ja.. Jake” you moaned, sounding more desperate than intended. “More, please.” “Yes, darling, anything for you.” and he added one more finger and hitting that wonderful spot. You couldn’t even scream anymore as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

“Close?” He asked sweetly but eyes completely filled with lust, you nodded as you were trying to moan a yes. His next action caught you off guard. He stopped abusing your nipples and started sucking your clit to send you completely over the edge while you grabbed his hair. Jake felt your walls clench around his fingers as you orgasmed. “I almost came just from your moans, you’ve got any idea how fucking sexy you are?” You smiled at his confession “That would be so hot.” You admitted coming down from your high.

“Do you have condoms? I didn’t bring any, I needed an excuse with you know” Hangman said while scratching the back of his neck.

Maybe in my bag, one sec.” As you rummaged in your bag you found an envelop with ‘just in case’ written on it and a small note with drawn glasses on it “fucking Bob” you told Jake as you threw the envelop to him. Joining Jake back on the bed, you took the condom out of his hands and ripped the package open with your teeth. After lazily stoking him a few times, you rolled the condom on his shaft and you could just wish he was in you already.

“Lay down for me baby.” You did as you were told. Jake let his hands roam around your body, admiring once again what was finally his now. Letting your hands stop at your tits, he cupped them and played with them. “They’re so pretty, they fit way too perfect in my hands.”

“Don’t tease, please. Fuck me.” “Getting eager there baby?” You nodded, he didn’t need to be told twice to start fucking you into oblivion. He entered your pussy carefully while massaging your thighs, “So perfect, so warm, you okay?” “One sec, adjusting” You panted out, Jake started kissing you passionately to give you time to adjust, the man definitely knew how to take care of a woman. When you felt ready a couple of seconds later, you nodded in the heated kiss, hoping he would get the message. He did get it as you felt him thrusting in you, at first he was careful, but after you started moaning he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “Fuck, you take me in so well, you’re so, so perfect.” Jake said while pounding in you like an animal and you didn’t mind it at all. As loud moans and skin slapping were filling the bedroom, you were both getting close. So Jake focused on letting you come first by giving your clit some extra stimulation while pounding into you. As your orgasm hits you, you screamed his name out of the top of your lungs, what send him over the edge too, you felt his dick twitch in you as he filled the condom. Jake immediately collapsed on top you murmuring “I think I might love you, best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, you’re just here for the sex.” You played along.

“Duh, what did you expect” Jake laughed at your comment, “that door the bathroom?” you nodded “one sec, be right back for you.”

You got up on your elbows to see what he was doing, but you knew it as soon as you heard water in the sink.

“Come here, let’s clean you up.” Yeah, you were never letting go of him.

After cleaning you up, you were both still naked laying on the bed opposite to each other, staring in each other eyes still enjoying what just happened, when it got interrupted by the buzzing of Jake’s phone.

“Melissa, let her. I’ve got someone way better here.” Hangman said as he moved over, now back on top of you. “Ready for another round baby girl?”

The next morning when you woke up, you hoped everything that happened last night was not a dream and as soon as you tried to move under the sheets, you knew it was very real. Maybe the two of you should’ve stopped after round 3, but you were both too addicted to one other.

“Morning sunshine.” Hangman said with a rasp voice and he looked ridiculously cute with his hair sticking to 100 different directions.

“Morning” You said while kissing your nose. “I’m so sore Hangman, but last night was so good, thank you.”

“Come here baby” You snuggled in his embrace. “I love you Cider, I mean it.”

“I love you too.” You replied happily.

“I’m never dating a civilian again, I love your stamina, the things the Navy is good for.” He smiled.

“So you think you’ll ever get the chance to date someone else?” You slapped his arm that was wrapped around you playfully.

“Nah, you’ll be able satisfy me for the rest of my life.”

“Jake, last night…” “Was amazing, I know.” He interrupted you.

“That’s true” you laughed, “I think during round three, did you, pick up the phone while you were fucking me?”

“That might have happened.” He blushed as he thought back what he did and he very much liked the memory. “She wouldn’t stop calling, so why not let her hear what I was doing and I have a very good explanation for it.

“So that’s why you were screaming my name extra loud. And what’s your explanation?”

“I was Cider-drunk.”

“JAKE! What? You big idiot.” you almost fell off the bed from laughing.

“Your idiot and as I recall, you didn’t mind it. Wait, what did you scream most of the night? Jake, yes right there, oh fuck.” He tried mimicking you, but with an extremely slutty tone to it.

“Mister Jake Seresin, you dirty fucker” you grinned “but indeed, I did not mind at all, that was actually the best revenge ever.” You said before kissing him.

When you took your phone to turn off the do not disturb-mode you notice the notifications from Bob, he tried calling you 3 times and a dozens of texts asking if you were still alive and if he needed to murder anyone.

You: Still alive, phone died :) No time now, gonna head out the bnb.

Bob didn’t need to know the details from last night yet. “Come, shower time, we have to leave this place in two hours and with the mess we made, we need the time.”

“Y/N, we should prank Bob when we get back.”

“Yup, and I think I already have idea how.”

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arabaka · 4 months

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₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. serizawa katsuya x afab!reader. 1.6 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ wowie this has been in my drafts for a thousand years so i thought, why not post <3 i do have a chapter 2 of sorts, just need to polish it up! thank you for reading <3

He never used to do this…

Play video games online, that is.

Serizawa Katsuya had long preferred games of the retro persuasion; they were a familiar comfort, much like a security blanket. For so long, he’d only known a controller with a single stick and two buttons and that had been enough for him. It still is, most days. But that all changed when he found a new reason to turn to his desktop computer, the one he saved up every 1-yen coin for from his job working for Reigen.

But it wasn’t the graphics of new age games that kept him coming back. It wasn’t the carousel of variety that got his chair rolling and his PC buzzing. No, it was never something– it was someone.

Now he knows your name but your username used to come first. It was how Serizawa met you after all, when he was still a complete and total noob to the pixel MMORPG you’ve frequented since day one.

And like most things, your friendship with Serizawa happened by chance. You were helping a buddy out, shepherding them if you will because after all, they were trying the game out because of your incessant begging and pleading. You needed another person in your group after all, a certain raid requirement wouldn’t let you participate otherwise and you’d much rather go in with a group of friends than some randos that might steal all your loot in the end.

Serizawa just happened to be in your party when playing as a duo through the tutorial. After you tore down the first boss, an aquamarine monster made of slimy goo, Serizawa had typed an innocuous question in the main chat.

『 How do I equip the armor? 』

And you weren’t about to ignore the help of someone trying the game out for the first time. So what started as casual advice turned into a friend request popping in your inbox… Then spontaneous meet-ups…

『 Hey Gyudon-san! Are you going to be playing for long? 』

『 Hello! Yes, I have an hour. 』

『 Want to play together? 』

『 Yes! Thank you! 』

Turned into repeat plans…

『 Gyudon! I have a day off tomorrow, want to play? 』

『 Yes! That would be fun. I have night school but we can play after. 』

『 How are your studies going? Don’t play if you have a lot of work! Education comes first :p 』

『 No, not a lot. I want to play with you! 』

Which then led to chatting outside the game…

『 Gyudon-san, do you use LINE? 』

『 Yes, but mostly for schoolwork... 』

『 We should add each other! 』

『 Okay! 』

… And that’s when you learn his name for the first time. Serizawa Katsuya. The discoveries wouldn’t stop there; with the game no longer a crutch for communication, your conversations became a staple for having a good day. Good morning texts, good night texts. You messaged him when you saw something that reminded you of him, things that went beyond your shared interest in video games. He was so kind, you could feel his warmth over the phone even from simple messages; you have so many of them saved because sometimes, you need a pick me up from the man in particular. When you are on your phone with a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks glow, more often than not it’s because of him.

“You so like him.” One of your friends tells you one day over a bowl of ramen and they just know that it isn’t the steam rising from the broth that’s making your face clammy all of a sudden.

“He’s just– He’s a really good guy! Can’t I have friends?” You remark, stuffing your face with noodles and slurping loud enough to hopefully drown out the teasing that would soon follow. But you know they’re right. Who else do you think of when the lights are off and you’re left to ruminate in your bed, the mattress seeming larger and emptier as the days go by? Who else are you always looking forward to calling, even though phone calls aren’t really your thing? How many times have you looked up train tickets and times for Seasoning City, only to click back with your heart thumping in your eardrums?

“Don’t you want something more?” The words bounce off the walls in your head long after you say goodbye to your friend.

Don’t you want something more?

You can practically see the words when you close your eyes as you try to go to sleep but it’s deep into the night already and you’ve been tossing and turning for hours now. You stuff a groan into a pillow, cramming your face in the plush to silence the sounds even though you live alone. You groan because… you do want something more.

But does he?

You don’t know if you can live like this. Pining is one thing, something you’ve apparently been doing all this time (and you’ve known, god you’ve known but coming to stare it blank in the face is making your heart stutter at a pace that makes your chest cavity feel like it’s going to break at the seams if you’re not careful) but living in a shadow of doubt makes you feel even worse.

“So that’s it,” You grumble into the pillow, “I gotta do it.” The pillow wilts in your arms from all the tight squeezing, the sheet blotted with a few drops of frustration straight from your scrunched up eyes. You grab your phone– no, you’re not doing it now but you figure, since you’re already going down this path, you might as well soothe yourself by rereading some of his messages from earlier.

Only, when you go into your chat history with Serizawa, you see three little dots greeting you from the dimmed screen.

🗨 I can’t sleep… I hope you’re resting well.

Your thumb jitters on the screen, your last swallow lodged in your throat as you read the message.

🗨 Same here.

That’s it? That’s all you can come up with? You don’t want the conversation to die here so you’re flipping through conversation notecards in your brain, chiding yourself for not having anything to say when suddenly, you get another message.

🗨 Would you like to talk on the phone?

You say yes. Your stomach bounces, fraught with nerves, but you say yes. And when you answer, you don’t see the face of your phone until hours later when the sun’s already come up and a new day’s begun.

“I didn’t realize what time it was… Sorry…” Serizawa sheepishly apologies and you swear you hear him stifle a yawn at the tailend of his words. Cute.

“No, no– it’s okay! Talking with you always makes my day… Night. Day and night?” You stumble over your words but it seems to charm him nonetheless, Serizawa’s soft laughter a gift to your ears. You wish you could hear it in person.

“I– I feel the same.” He briskly coughs, almost like he’s working himself up to something, “I– I was going to ask you… My last week of school is coming up. My friends want to have dinner and I– I was wondering if–”

Your shirt wrinkles in your balled up fist, trying as you might to still the beating of your heart but failing.

“If you would like to come? Y-You don’t have to, of course!”

“I’d love to!” You blurt out, incapable of keeping your lips in an airtight seal for any longer. “J-Just tell me the date!”

And he does– it’s in two weeks, which feels like so much time and not enough all at once. You put him on speakerphone, smiling all the while as he scrambles for the right words; is he as worked up about this as you are? You’re already on the shuttle website, looking at the price of tickets, debating on buying them early just because you can.

“... It’s going to be a lot of fun, you’ll like my friends,” Serizawa’s voice drifts back to focus, “and I’ve… Told them about you too.” He’s blushing, glad that you can’t see the red painted across his cheeks.

Your grip wobbles, phone nearly falling on your face when you gasp, “You have?!”

“A-Ah, should I not–”

“No, no! I’m – I’m happy you have! I’ve talked about you to my friends too… Besides the ones we play with…” How is it already 7 AM? “Hey, you don’t have to go to work or anything do you?”

You hear him yelp, “I-I do! I have work! I gotta go! Sorry!”

How can somebody sound cute even when they’re panicked? How smitten with this man are you? “Go, go, go! Talk to you later, Serizawa-kun!”

The phone line ends. You wish it didn’t. You already miss him. You blink, your retinas burning from the lack of sleep, your lids suddenly so heavy you can’t help but… Close them for just a little bit…

And when you wake up – is that really the time? – you’re greeted with a flurry of notifications but the only one you really care about is the message from Serizawa.

🗨 Very tired at work but I am glad we got to talk. I hope we can do it again sometime.

Sometime would end up being an understatement. You go a day, tops two without talking over the phone, the next few times coupled with alerts that remind you to GO TO SLEEP because otherwise… You’ll end up repeating a sleepless night and as cute as Serizawa’s eye bags were (he’d sent you a selfie for the first time that week, which you stared at for an amount of time you are still too embarrassed to utter aloud), you weren’t about to make them worse… Though you were tempted.

And so was he.

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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I'm back with my GloMas ask. By the way I love the word GloMas: it's like Christmas but more theatrical and angsty, and at the end of all the celebration, instead of getting presents, you end up with less stuff than before (no need to check Ruggie's luggage, officer. I can assure there's nothing interesting there).

On to the question, which is partially about Ruggie. This event has brought to light a new interesting dynamic that I hadn't really considered before, with the Ruggie/Jamil team up. It's nice to see Jamil be himself (i.e. a menace) more unapologetically than usual. I don't really ship them as a "couple", but I definetely see their appeal as potential "acquaintances-with-benefits". And I bet Ruggie would be happy to hear less grumbling when he decides to pay a visit to the rich boys Scarabia dorm. Basically, I'm curious to know if you guys have any thoughts about these two, both related to the event and in general!

Anon!! Sorry for the late reply, and let me go grab that loud mic I used a couple of days ago once again and tell you.

YES. These two. These two are very good together.

For the most part I want to just yell YES at everything you’ve said because you’ve honestly nailed it. Glorious Masquerade (with its Christmas-like Glomas glory..) was the first event we’d seen (even before we watched the main story), so Jamil and Ruggie’s unexpected chemistry is something that we have in mind at all times lol

It really feels like they can be themselves around each other, which is exactly what they said, and honestly these two out of the entire cast really deserved it. What they also deserved is to have someone to complain about the harsh realities of serving to capricious princes (Kalim isn’t a prince but) who are unreasonable and frankly stupid at times. Just imagine THE LEVELS OF PETTY AND TIRED VENTING, their venting sessions could be the best.

I don’t know if you wanted any headcanons with them, but since we’re at it, might as well drop some. These are mostly sfw, but the last one kind of isn’t lol

They knew that they might be a good match even before the Glorious Masquerade but never really had a chance to hang out before that. And during the event, to them it felt like they’ve been having telepathic dialogues for ages, and now finally they get to actually chat. They’re on the same page TO SUCH A DEGREE it’s actually stupid.

Even after the event, even though both Ruggie and Jamil went back to being super busy, they kept in touch. Sometimes they text each other, sometimes they meet simply to VENT. Having another person who is done of everyone’s bullshit in this stupid school is a blessing. They also talk about other stuff, like cooking and hobbies and even scheming and such, but their main topic is still “wow I hate these people”.

What they find the most comforting about each other is the fact that they know they are not really friends, but they also don’t have much to gain from each other, so it’s not like they should expect a backstab at any point. It’s actually pretty rare for Jamil to be this relaxed like he is when he is around Ruggie.

They don’t have sex regularly, but they did it once during the Masquerade event and at least once when they came back to the NRC. Both of them aren’t too into sex, otherwise it probably would have happened more often. Ruggie is actually a much better option to have this “acquaintances-with-benefits” deal than Azul, because with Ruggie Jamil can be sure there won’t be any feelings attached to it: they’ll help each other out and will be on their merry way…

#replies #headcanons

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dhorrl · 3 months

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So, my little self-ship headcanons with Katsuki <3 thanks @Bakubunny for the idea! (Also for some reason it’s refusing to actually link her page! This is dumb sometimes tumblr is so stupid, will play with it again later 🤦🏻‍♀️)

- K so let me start my saying that in my little pretend world, UA is a college. Here’s my logic. These guys are kids, and honestly I have to remind myself when I’m reading the manga and stuff because they’re going so through so much trauma at such a young age 😭 and if I’m also gonna be going to UA I’d much rather be going after I’m more emotionally developed just sayin’

- So as for me! I started UA because I wanted to be a hero, although not so much because of All Might like so many of the others. I just wanted to help people and find a use for my Quirk.

- Oh, so I manipulate Oxygen! I have a whole little world building in my based on some actually research I did once but the gist in this… take away oxygen, fire and explosions can’t happen… add oxygen, fire and explosions go big boom… got it? Got it…

- So my first little sparring match with Katsuki, he didn’t think anything of me, didn’t even know my name, didn’t even have an annoying nickname for me, that’s how little he paid attention.

- But when he tried to throw an explosion in my face and I snuffed it out before he could say “DIE,” let’s just say I had his attention then.

- By attention I mean he started by hating me almost as much as he hated Deku.

- Until the next time we had to do a training and we were teamed up together. He told me to just shut my trap and let me work, which I’m like naw I ain’t the one.

- So he went to throw a big ole explosion at Kiri, who was already prepared and fully hardening… so I through a bubble of oxygen and make his explosion a possible too big of a bang. (Eiji was fine, I promise, maybe a little time with Recovery Girl).

- So now I had his attention in a good way, even if he didn’t understand that yet.

- Kats is a tsundere, I’m sorry we all know it… so he had very roundabout ways of trying to see me but didn’t wanna just admit it. Honestly I was oblivious to it, I was focused on school and shit.

- Until one day Eijiro started to put two and two together, and made a plan. He set up a study session with Katsuki, then went and invited me, not telling his bro. Eijiro told me to meet him in Bakugo’s room and I said sure.

- I get there and Kats is looking at Eijiro like he’s about to rip his head off. Then Eiji plays dumb and says he’s actually gotta run and dips, leaving us alone. Shit was awkward for a bit cause he wouldn’t just tell me to leave I’m a stubborn bitch, but by the end of the study session I was starting to crush on him hard and he was pretty sure he was gonna… well yeah. 😂

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #self ship

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Oc-tober Day Two – Trick or Treat

Criminal Yandere – Donnie

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“Are we there yet?”

The cool autumn air smacks your cheek as the van hits a bump in the road. Blindfold, you sit in the passenger seat awaiting the moment your little journey ends. A chuckle comes from the driver’s side; seasonal themed music blaring from the car's radio.

To celebrate the holiday, your friend Donnie had taken you out for an evening of untold festivities. They wouldn’t give you a single hint on what the plans for the eve were, and only asked that you give them your trust. It probably wasn’t the best idea to let someone you’ve only met a handful of times before and from the internet blindfold and carry you off to an unmarked location, but they’ve given no reason for suspicion so far. They apparently went to your high school and messaged you because they recognized you.

“Dunno.”

The van pulls to a stop. You hear them pop one their door, open the one on their rear side, then walk around to your side of the car. They open your door and hand you the handle of whatever they grabbed. Taking off your blindfold, you see that you’re holding a plastic pumpkin pail.

“Surprise!”

Behind you is a neighborhood completely decked out in Halloween décor. Inflatable ghosts, eerie lights, cobwebs, and so much more to behold. It was a young trick or treater’s biggest dream, yet here you two adults stood – you in whatever costume you could find and them as none other than a certain crime fighting turtle. It wasn’t even a full costume. They just bought a turtle shell backpack and knitted their own mask.

“We’re… going trick or treating?”

“Yup.”

“Don’t you think we’re a little too old for this? And are you even going to be okay for the walk?”

“Course not, and don’t worry this neighborhood isn’t that big, plus I got this if I get too tired.” Donnie shows you a cane crafted out of wood, a white cloth tied around each end. You’re still on the fence about this. “I don’t know. Besides, is anyone even giving out candy? I don’t see any kids around.”

That was something you gradually picked up during your inspection of the neighborhood. The streets were completely empty of people; even folks in regular attire. You could tell it was more of a secluded location, but there still had to be some people with children; especially with all these decorations. Donnie shrugs.

“We won’t know unless we go knock on somebody’s door. Come on.”

“Fine.” You take their outstretched hand and hop pit the car. Together, you cross the street onto the first sidewalk; auburn leaves crunching beneath your feet. Donnie lets you the lead as you draw towards your first house. A simple two story with its front lawn transformed into a graveyard. Tombstones protrude from the grass; plastic limbs and torsos spewed about and depicting the undead rising from their graves. A fog rolled by your ankles; a generator rumbling soft off somewhere in the backyard. You head up to the front door, casting your gaze at Donnie still on the steps. They wave. You turn back and ring the doorbell.

You hear a faint, “Oh shit.”, as someone scrambles to the door, the scrape of glass against another surface passing as they unlock the door. A man close to your age appearance wise answers the door, fake blood around his mouth. He looks behind you at Donnie, then back at you.

“Trick or Treat.” You chime, holding out your bucket. It feels a little silly.

“Hey. Didn’t think anyone was coming to this neighborhood. My folks had me babysit and pass candy out, but no one’s showed up tonight. You can have it all.”

The guy dumps the entire bowl of candy into your pail; shutting the door afterwards. They’re full sized packs opposed to the fun one would see; and sweets you all enjoyed. With just one house your bag was already halfway full. You return back to Donnie who had been typing away on their phone till you walked over. They pocket the device and nod their head in greeting.

“So how’d it go?”

“He gave me the whole bowl. The bucket’s nearly full already.”

“How about that? You can use my backpack if you need to deposit anything. Wanna head on to the next?”

You’re already on the way before they can finish their sentence. Donnie sneaks one last look at you before joining you; the house’s curtains drawn as its lights go dark. The next spot is more plain in layout. A carnival themed set with small arrows pointing down the illuminated path towards a clown mannequin on the porch with a candy bowl in its lap. You walk up to it to take one; the clowns hand shooting around yours as you go to grab it. You scream.

“Ah!”

The clown bursts into a full belly laugh. “Surry, didn’t mean to scare ya. Just wanted to say hi. Here ya go.”

He reaches into the bowl; grabbing a majority of the treats in his large hand before tossing them into your bucket. He sends you off with another chuckle. Heart still racing, you once again head over to Donnie. Their camera shutter blinds you as they take a picture. The fear in your chest dies down.

“You saw him moving didn’t you?” You ask, slightly hitting them with the pumpkin. They raise their arm in defense.

“Course not.”

“Whatever. Can I put this in your backpack?” You unzip their backpack as they turn around, pouring your current hall in the bag. You smile, placing your hand over your heart as you start walking. “He got me good, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

“Scared cat.” Donnie throws their arm over your shoulder with a grin; looking over theirs as they shout. “You should be more careful next time. Don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

The clown hurries into the house.

The next place is one of the homes with a pop up ghoul in their yard. The lights are off – bowl sitting smack center on the porch. Both of you headed up to it this time. There’s no sign telling how many you could take, but you thought it would be best to ask.

“Think we should only take one?”

“Let’s see if we’ll get in trouble for doing the opposite.” Donnie picks up the bowl, unloads every piece of candy in your bucket then rings the doorbell before sprinting off the porch. They cross the yard before you can leave it, hopping over the small hedge and onto the sidewalk. You speed after them, the street empty as you make your way onto them. You look around for them, a shadow lurking behind you as you search.

“Gotcha.”

Donnie leaps from behind a tree and splitters their arms around you. Picking up that it's them from their voice, you laugh and playfully try to shake them off. Donnie keeps you to their chest; hands around your wrists and fingers edging towards the palm of your free hand. They just want to hold you a little longer. They let you go as candy falls out of your overstuffed pail.

“You have to admit. I’d make a good ninja.” They pant. They’re a little winded, but assure you that they’re doing alright. You continue on to the next location; picking up on a pattern with each house you visit. Every one either has a bowl left out or the residents are turning in for the night and gives you the remainder of their candy. It’s not just sweets either. Popcorn balls and other snacks fill your bag as well. You even get plastic fangs at one spot. A quarter of the way through the first street, you and Donnie take a breather at one of the houses; sitting on some old swings as you break into your stash.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Y/n?” Donnie asks, swinging their legs as they place a piece of hard candy in their mouth. They watch you as they suck on it – anxiously waiting your answer.

You push yourself forward, the wind rocking you in your swing. “Of course. I didn’t know what to expect when we first came, but it’s been pretty fun since we started.”

They smile faintly; the red glow of the coffin in the grass making their face look red. “I’m glad. I.. like it when you’re having a good time. Makes it easy for me to have one too. I’d do anything to make you happy, Y/n. No matter what it took.”

You stop swinging. Donnie stiffens, stretching as they stand up. “Anyway, my back’s killing me. I’m gonna head back to the car, but you can hit up the rest of the houses if you want. Maybe I’ll join you again later.”

“Oh… okay. See you later.”

“I’d say be safe….but I know you will be.”

Donnie kicks over a stray goblin statue as they stroll down the desolate road. Reaching its end, they hop off the sidewalk and towards their van. A roadblock separates the street from the outside world, a smoking police officer leading against it. They raise their hand to catch his attention. “Evening, officer!”

The cop stomps out his cigarette and waves back to them. Must be some pile up on another road. Donnie climbs into their van, retrieving a laptop from the back. Powering it on reveals a live feed of the neighborhood, filmed from various areas ranging from street lamps to doorbell cameras. They fall back in their chair as you walk by one of them, watching you in a fashion they were far more used to than in person.

There’s still the glow of happiness on your face. Donnie marks down the timestamp for when they get home. It’ll be a great addition to their collection along with their other favorite moments of the night. Aside from one of their helpers roaming behind you for extra safety, you were alone. Donnie was lucky to have found this neighborhood. Most of the properties were on renting sites, so they didn’t have to worry about too many locals running your fun. The thought reminds them of something. They pick up their phone and make a quick call.

“Hey, the old guy still breathing?”

“For now.”

“Just leave him in the bathtub and run cold water over him, then head home out the back. Make sure you clean up and take all the evidence with you. I saw the cans.”

The person on the other line mumbles in compliance before hanging up. Donnie goes back to watching you on the cameras as you pick up another bowl. Maybe someday they’d be able to show how the full extent of their feelings with a more in-person manner, but for now they were perfectly fine with displaying it from afar.

#gender neutral reader #gender neutral yandere #yandere fluff #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #Donnie my oc #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #tw yandere #yandere fic #yandere writing #halloween event #yandere prompts

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spinaroos-47 · 1 year

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It’s the kiddos!

These four are kingdings fankids me and @bernardo-draws-and-cries have had for a while (as in, Bethany and Lancer exist since 2016, Belle and Aster since 2017). I decided to do some small redesigns for them!

Or for their humanized forms, at least. It’s been 7 years and I don’t feel comfortable in delving on their more canon accurate versions (Bê has them)

They’re part of an au we have together, HCWT, they also appear on other aus that we’ve delved into in the many years of kingdings brainrot we had. But HCWT is their main place. That being said, there is a lot of stuff that is muddy/vague since it’s such an old au that we haven’t touched in a few years, and also we’ve done so many iterations of it that it’s hard to know what is canon now. I’m going to be kinda basing it on the original fanfic we had for it for a lot of the basic stuff. (it was written in portuguese so not super accessible for most people reading this)

More information on them below the read more

They all have font names, I’m still surprised that I managed to find fonts for Bethany and Belle after they were created (Bethany Script and La Belle Aurore respectively)

Also they all appear in different ages in the au(s), these are just the most seen ones. Bethany also is shown a lot when she’s five, and both Belle and Aster when they’re older. Sometimes also they are in different age order and stuff, but I’m just going to talk about the HCWT version on the ages shown here. There’s a lot of old stuff for a lot of the other aus in my artblog that i never shown here, This blog actually was originally an ask blog for an underfell au where only Aster and Belle existed.

- Bethany is the oldest, both in creation order and in universe. Her childhood is a bit of a muddy area since we haven’t touched that part of the au in a while, but for now, she was born a few years before the pacifist ending happens. In HCWT we have her being the next one in line for running human-monster deals after Asgore retires from that, I don’t really see Asriel or Chara being too excited to do that, but she’s pretty up for the task.

(Chara and Asriel are brought back in the au also)

She’s a pretty no nonsense kind of person, but she lets herself be a goof around her sibilings, friends and nibilings/cousins (thats a worm hole im not willing to deal with right now). She also has a best friend called Daniel, not pictured here, and she’s a bit of the voice of reason of the two, but she’s often part of the shenanigans. They end up living together a while after.

Very strong also, took it after Asgore, could lift all her sibilings + Gaster all at once.

- Lancer is a bit funny to share with people after Deltarune released, I’m still a bit shocked at this coincidence. Not a lot of what he does is set in stone, a pretty wild card in this sense. Nice, kind kid, helps a lot on Asgore’s flower shop after school and on weekends. He’s blind and got a guide dog named Jack, which does end up being how he meets his girlfriend Berry, who was working as a volunteer when he went to get Jack. I got a very soft spot for him, he’s just a little guy, sunshine impersonated.

- Belle is a big book worm since small, it came from a way to pass the time when she can’t do much physically demanding things, like Aster does. So she spends a lot of time with Gaster, becoming a bit of an assistant to him as she gets older. And while she does look and act pretty chill most of the time, she is an anger bomb, very short tempered. Scary angry little goat-skele. Years later she begins dating a human named Barbara.

- Aster! My baby boy! Liddle man! I love him so much. He’s a very athletic kid, loves sports, grows up to be a manlet, almost a himbo, but he’s pretty smart. They love each other, but he and Belle are the two most likely to butt heads around the house, being the two most hot headed ones in there. He also begins dating some years down the line, with a spider mosnter named Epaminondas (Epa for short).

This is just the tip of the iceberg of HCWT, there’s a lot more in it, but I wanted to focus on these four lil fellas :] Probably not going to share much more stuff about it, if at all here, but this was fun to revisit!

#kingings #kingdings fankid #undertale fankid #undertale #hcwt #bethany #lancer hcwt #belle #aster #i usually dont tag them with their full name but they all have dreemur-gaster as their last names #my art #seek the queue fear the brit #long post

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scarisd3ad · 2 years

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My fault || 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 ‘𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?’ 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

Warnings- child death, divorce

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“Mom, dad? I don’t understand, where’s Sara?” I asked I was so young naive all I wanted to know where my little sister went, why she wasn’t coming back, but that one conversation it led to a spiral of horrible things to happen to my family. In just four short months my little sister died and then my mom left. “She’s gone honey” my dad said tears in his eyes. “Where did she go?” I asked dad instantly broke down tears falling down his cheeks.

My eyebrows furrowed together, I didn’t understand why dad was crying. “Daddy? Why are you crying?” I asked as I walked up and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me hugging me, holding on for dear life. I always blamed myself for my parents divorce, after that conversation my mom got distant. Barely spoke to me or dad. I also blamed myself for Sara’s death even though it was cancers fault. I always asked myself why her, why couldn’t it have been me. Sara was loved by everyone, favored by everyone. If I died no one would of cared, well at least that’s what I thought when I was twelve.

“I wish I died instead of Sara” I said one day at breakfast. Mom was still in bed she barely came out of her and dads room. Dad sat across from me panic soon engulfed his face. “Y/n honey why would you say that?” He said grabbing my hand “because you guys are sad, if Sara didn’t die and I died you would be happier” I said tears welling up in my eyes. “Y/n…if you died your mom and I would be equally as sad” he sighed. “Mom wouldn’t she doesn’t even talk to me anymore, she doesn’t love me anymore” I cried. He quickly got up and walked over to me kneeling down in front of me.

“Y/n your mom loves you a lot” he said I shook my head “she doesn’t act like it” i mumbled. I could see his heart break just by his face. He instantly engulfed me in a hug. “I love you don’t ever forget that y/n” he mumbled into my hair. After that conversation with dad and I my parents fought nearly every night . I sat in my room listening to my parents scream at each other. “She thinks you don’t love her Diane!” Dad shouted “she’s our fucking daughter! She thinks you’d rather her to die!” Dad screamed “what the fuck to you want me to do jim!” Mom shouted back. “Go talk to her or something! She’s going through the same grief we are right now! She barely understand what is happening right now! This is not fair to her, she thinks you don’t love her!” He shouted.

It was all my fault, all my fault if I didn’t mention anything to dad they wouldn’t have fought if I didn’t mention anything they’d still be together. The next thing I heard was a door shame and then my dad walked in the room. “Dad?” I said as he walked towards me.

“Get some clothes” he simply said. I nodded and grabbed a couple pairs of clothes and my favorite stuffed animal and stuffed them in a back pack. Dad grabbed my hand as we walked out of the house and got into his police car. Dad was always my favorite parent maybe it was because he always let me sit up in the front seat when mom wouldn’t, mom would always whine about it not being safe but dad was a police officer so he knew what was safe.

“Where are we going?” I asked “Joyce’s” he said as he started up the car. Joyce byers, a family friend of ours. My parents had know the Joyce and Lonnie since high school, I grew up around they’re children will, and Jonathan. Jon was my age while will was Sara’s age.

We pulled up to the byers house, dad carried me up to the door before setting me back down on they’re front porch. Dad knocked on the door a few times before Joyce opened the door. “Oh hey hop, what are you guys doing here” Joyce asked “can we stay the night, um Diane and I got in a argument” dad said “oh of course of course” Joyce said ushering us in. Jonathan and will sat on the floor coloring, “y/n?!” Jonathan jumped up and hugged me. “Why are you here?” He asked “they are gonna stay the night” Joyce said to her son. Jonathan’s eyes instantly lit up. “Like a sleep over?” he asked grinning his two front teeth still missing from when he lost them a few months ago. “Yep just like a sleep over” Joyce said. “Y/n, you wanna come color with will and I?” Jonathan said taking my hand “yeah!” I exclaimed.

I kinda had a crush on Jonathan all the way up until the 7th grade when I met Steve harrington (my current boyfriend) I was head over heels in love with him from the day we met.

That night dad and I slept curled up on the byers couch, his arms wrapped around my torso holding on for dear life.

“So you thought it was your fault?” El asked as I showed her a family photo from 1977 a year before Sara died. “Yeah” I mumbled “but it wasn’t?” She asked I nodded “it wasn’t but I still thought it was all my fault” I replied. “Do you still think that?” She asked I shrugged my shoulders “sometimes when I see dad all lonely I just can’t help but think that it’s my fault, that I was the reason my family is broken now” I replied. “I love you y/n” el said leaning her head on my shoulder “I love you too El” I replied leaning my head on hers. “Hey El” dad knocked on the door before opening it “I’ve got some eggos you want some?” He asked as she instantly sat up and nodded eagerly. “Okay they are on the table” El instantly jumped up and ran to the table. Dad walked in and sat down next to me. “You know none of its your fault honey?” He asked wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me in for a hug. “You heard that?” I asked laughed as tears “it’s not your fault honey” he said pressing a kiss to my forehead. Tears instantly began to fall down my cheeks “awe don’t cry honey” he said.

“I just I can’t help but think it’s my fault. That she didn’t love me anymore everything was my fault” I cried. “No honey she does love you she did love you even then” she said rubbing circles into my back. “I haven’t talked to her since I was 12 dad, if she loved me she’d reach out by now” I said. “You wanna maybe call her, see how she’s doing?” Dad asked I shrugged my shoulders. “Come on honey” he said helping me up.

We walked over to the phone. Dad had to remember for a second before typing the phone number in. The phone rang for a second before she answered “hello? Is this Diane?” Dad asked “hey yeah um it’s Jim, y/n want to talk to you” dad then handed the phone to me. “Um hi” I mumbled into the phone. “Y/n? Hi oh god how old are you now?” She asked, she asked like she was my aunt a long lost aunt I’ve haven’t seen since I was two but no she was my mom, who just decided not to call or try to talk to her daughter.

“Seventeen” I replied “wow you’re really growing up aren’t you?” she laughed “Yep” I said popping the ‘p’ “you should really come up to New York, meet your stepdad and half sisters” she said, wow she’d already replaced us. “Yeah maybe how old are they?” I asked “two and seven” she replied I could hear the smile on her face. They even had the same age gap between them Sara and I did, five years. I can’t help but think if Sara was still alive she’d be the same age as mike, El, will, lucas, and dustin. They would all be in the same grade probably would have been friends.

“Maybe you could come out for Christmas or thanksgiving?” She suggested “yeah maybe, I really can’t leave dad here by himself though” I replied. I wasn’t going to mention El, It would be to much of a risk. “Oh he’d be fine” she said, “I’ll think about it, I’ve gotta go” I said quickly hanging up the phone. Tears welled up in my eyes again “what is it y/n?” Dad asked. “She’s replaced us, she’s got two kids they’re 2 and seven. They’ve got the same age gap as Sara and I did” I mumbled as I hugged my dad.

“Oh honey” he said kissing my forehead, “she wants me to come over for Christmas or thanksgiving” I said “are you going?” He asked “I shrugged my shoulders “maybe for the first couple days of thanksgiving I don’t wanna leave you and el by yourselves” I said.

#jim hopper x reader #eleven hopper #el hopper x reader #stranger things 2 #steve harrington x reader #x reader #joe keery #david harbour #millie bobby brown

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thefinalcinderella · 1 year

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Tsurune: Irodori no Issha Episode 5: A Woman’s Heart is Difficult to Understand?

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I was too busy last week to translate this so here

Tsurune translation masterpost here

Nanao: Let’s see, we bought steak, we bought garlic. Oh, the butter?

Kaito: I bought it. For rice, frying it in butter rather than cooking oil makes it taste better by far.

Nanao: Is it? You’re so fired up since it’s been a long time since you were in charge of dinner

Kaito: It’s also been a while since I went to the shopping mall.

Kaito: Hmm? Hey.

Nanao: Oh, it’s really Ryouhei.

Kaito: He’s looking at some sparkly and stylish items?

Nanao: ......Hmm? No way!

Kaito: Hey, Ryouhei

Nanao: Ah, Kacchan!

Ryouhei: Huh? It’s Kaito and Nanao! Are you two shopping together?

Kaito: Yeah. We’re buying stuff for a dinner party. Are you buying scented candles?

Ryouhei: No, it’s not for me. I’m picking a present

Kaito: For who?

Nanao: It doesn’t matter who it’s for! Right, Ryouhei?

Ryouhei: My sister’s birthday’s coming up

Kaito: Sister

Nanao: Oh, so it was for your sister~

Kaito: What were you saying before!?

Ryouhei: I give her one every year, so I’m all out of ideas. I’m having trouble

Nanao: I get that~

Kaito: You give your sister a birthday present every year...!?

Ryouhei: Oh, that’s right. You guys also have sisters. Can you tell me what birthday presents you give them? I want suggestions!

Nanao: Okay.

Nanao: My sister is in her second year of middle school. It seems that she wants stuff that looks good on social media. So I give her accessories and stuff like that. Cheap ones, though.

Kaito: For a middle schooler, she’s way too mature for her age...

Ryouhei: Accessories, huh.

Ryouhei: I don’t think my sister wears those too often.

Nanao: So our sisters are divided into the “wears accessories” and “don’t wear accessories” factions, huh~

Ryouhei: What about you, Kaito? You have two older sisters, don’t you?

Nanao: The oldest, Yuu-neechan, is 19, and the second oldest, Minami-neechan, is 17

Ryouhei: My sister is also close to their age. Tell me what you gave them before !

Nanao: Tell him, Kacchan

Kaito: ......I forgot.

Ryouhei: What? Even though it’s two times a year?

Kaito: Um, well, is remembering your sister’s birthday even a thing in the first place?

Kaito: Do you just live your life everyday, and then you suddenly think, “Oh, it’s almost my sister’s birthday. What should I give her?”

Ryouhei: Yeah.

Nanao: Yep.

Kaito: No!

Ryouhei: Eh~???

Nanao: Hey, Ryouhei. I’ll add onto Kacchan’s lacking answer.

Ryouhei: Mmm?

Nanao: Ryouhei, you love your sister, don’t you?

Ryouhei: Yeah, of course

Nanao: Then, your sister's love for you is double yours.

Nanao: No, she loves you three times as much.

Ryouhei: Is it like that?

Nanao: Yep

Nanao: So, in the Onogi family, there’s the big sister, big sister, and Kacchan.

Nanao: Kacchan’s the youngest and the only boy

Ryouhei: Right

Nanao: That’s why if Kacchan decides to give his sisters birthday presents...

Kaito: The woman at our place will just make a huge fuss over it, including my mom

Ryouhei: Doesn’t that mean they’re happy?

Kaito: Being happy isn’t a calm reaction. It’s like tossing a lump of meat into a pride of lions

Nanao: I think it was the year before last~ When Kacchan gave Yuu-neechan hand cream, she told all our relatives, “Kaa-kun gave this to me,” and passed it around for them to put it on

Kaito: Don’t make me remember that...

Nanao: For Minami-neechan’s birthday, you gave her dumbbells, she got angry at you and said, “Are you saying that I’m fat?” We had a hard time calming her down~~

Kaito: She keeps saying she got fat everyday, so I gave her dumbbells, so why did she have to get mad at me?

Nanao: Your sister’s still a girl, you know? Diet-related goods as a gift to girls are very risky, you know?

Kaito: Hah? Stop talking like you know everything. That part of you is problematic.

Nanao: Kacchan, you can’t straightforwardly accept the love from everyone, so I think you’re the one with problems here~

Kaito: Ah? You wanna go?

Ryouhei: Hey, don’t fight! How about this, then?

Ryouhei: I’ll buy an accessory, hand cream, and dumbbells, and I’ll have my sister choose her favorite from them!

Kaito and Nanao: You love her way too much!?

#tsurune #tsurune: irodori no issha #Onogi Kaito #Yamanouchi Ryouhei #Kisaragi Nanao

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aethertownusa · 9 days

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Today I am remembering a guy I was teenagers with who I did not so much know as hear about, like he was a battle scene in Shakespeare. We interacted and were in the same clever kid-theater kid worlds but there was such a big basic gap between us that when we were in a play together after having known one another for four+ years he came up to me all passionate and said “Lizzie, I never knew you were funny.”

I’m remembering his plot arc. He was transparently gay, archetypically gay, and made close friends with a super-Protestant guy who went around long-necked and making that half-lidded gently smiling face some turbo-Evangelicals affect because they’re done wrong by their elders who tell them it’s a sign of the fruits of the spirit and also close friends with one of those conservative theater girls who has never cut their hair. You know the type! The trio cyberbullied my angry interesting friend who was always on drugs. She told me about it in an amphetamine-yeasted fury and I was just like “Turn off the computer”. This happened over Xanga.

My best friend in high school was a beautiful pure-of-heart gay boy because, naturally. Around age 16 he got quite tall and strong with that gift God sometimes gives pure-of-heart gay boys: if anybody had tried to cause trouble for him he would have looked at them with compassion and bonked their head into the sand like a Looney Toons. He got smart and relaxed about sex way faster than me and started having the kind of hookups I could scarcely imagine—chatting with guys online in LGBT Youth forums and meeting up for group sex about which he felt good but irresponsible. And he just kept doing it! And so we’d be at the clinic another Thursday afternoon getting him tested for everything you can think of! Then to Red Lobster! It stressed me out tremendously and that’s rather why we stopped hanging out. I couldn’t understand why he was being so risky and I didn’t realize that he was actually working out stuff I’d spend my twenties untangling with a lot more angst and trouble.

Anyhow so the last I heard from off-stage closeted guy was senior year. My beautiful friend had run into him in the soundproof orchestra rooms where my beautiful friend and I would run vocal exercises and where the violin speed freaks like my drug friend would practice violin and where the theater kids who had gotten sharp faster than me gave one another oral sex. Reportedly, my beautiful friend saw closeted guy in a practice room, leaned in and asked gently if closeted guy was gay. There was probably some runway. I don’t think beauty was trying sideways to hook up with closeted; I think beauty was filled suddenly with pity. Reportedly, closeted howled, punched beauty in the face, and hurried off weeping loudly. I wasn’t there but I see it as if I was, my tall friend confused, like a grownup swatted in the face by a baby, and closeted disappearing into the music lockers, loud.

Years later my dad forwards me an email he got from my old school: closeted is doing a musical revue at the school theater as a way to thank all the people who supported him in his journey to stardom. “He’s giving back to the little people,” my dad wrote. Anyhow now he’s a politician (Dem)

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theangelshifter · 28 days

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Obey Me DR Intro !!

︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

About me !!

Name : Venice Lyre

Nickname : Ven

Pronouns : He/They

Age : 21

︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Relationships !!

Lucifer - Close friends! I admire him and his power. Basically like an older brother for me and treats me like how he treats his younger brothers.

Mammon - My s/o! He’s a sweetheart guys like— Literally love him 🫶 HES SO SWEET I CANTT

Levi - He’s chill. We’re friends and I’ll hang out in his room and watch him game and stuff. Sometimes he’ll drop a bunch of game/anime lore while I’m in there 😭

Satan - Actually chill. Like, super funny. We’re close friends too! Sometimes I hang in his room and we’ll talk about his books and stuff. We also both have a love for cats.

Asmo - He’s super touchy omg 😭 (I don’t mind it, he never does anything wrong but sometimes it makes Mammon jealous) He’s actually super sweet and he’s a good friend. He’ll drag me along to shop and test perfume. Asmo also often asks me if something looks good or not when he wears/tries something new.

Beel - LITERALLY THE BEST OMG HES SUCH A SWEETHEART. Actually like my brother he’s such a gentle giant. Sometimes when I bake things I’ll bake extra/something else for him.

Belphie - He’s cool, we’re friends. Sometimes he’ll end up falling asleep and will lean on me, especially during movie nights. (oh my god he CANNOT stay awake during movie nights to save his LIFEE 😭)

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Simeon - We’re friends and he’s chill. We’re next to each other in history and will often partner up with the work because neither of us want to do that shit alone

Solomon - We’re also friends. We can easily bond over our experiences as humans in the exchange program. He sits with me in my spells class.

Luke - Actually a cutie, like a little brother to me. He absolutely adores me. We bake together sometimes (and then sometimes he’ll go on rants about his problems with demons and my friends lmao 😭 “They keep calling me a dog, I am NOT a dog!! 😡 They say I get angry like a chihuahua! YOU HEAR THAT?? A… CHIHUAHUA! This is why I don’t like demons. They’re all like this, calling me a little angry chihuahua…even Lucifer! Actually, Lucifer probably does it the most! THE OTHER DAY—”

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Diavolo - We’re not really close, but we have a good relationship! He likes me and trusts me.

Barbatos - Same as Diavolo

︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

World Info/Extra !!

Most of my DR follows the lore in the beginning, but father down the line the lore is more of an outline as to what happens in my DR. (as of right now, i’m currently working on the actual timeline so it makes more sense to me in my script)

Basically, the school is like a college. The school days are super short and I’ve only got three classes. I go to school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 9:00 - 12:10. My classes are history, law, and spells. (in that order, too)

When I shift, it’ll be right before I make my pact with Mammon (all the way back in the beginning, like lesson 1) However, I’d have been there for two weeks and everyone (including me) has gotten comfortable and used to me being around. People treat me like a friend and I feel comfortable and at home at the school.

︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Backstory & Future !!

Basically, when I was in the human world, I was alone. I just lived in my apartment, went to work, came home, slept, then did it again the next day. It was NOT fulfilling at all but it was kind of my only option at that time. When I got chosen to be the exchange student in Diavolo’s program, I didn’t really complain when I ended up there. I was super confused and stuff, but kind of excited for the change.

As the year goes by, I get closer and closer with everyone and no one wants me to leave, including me. I feel more at home there than the human world. Still, the deal was that I would stay for a year, then go home. (Mammon at one point towards the end is like, “I will literally leave and go with you if you have to back. I swear I will.”) However, the week off, I end up turning into a demon myself. (HAVENT FIGURED THIS BIT OUT COMPLETELY, MAY JUST LET IT HAPPEN BY ITSELF 😰 The basics of this situation is that I had powers all along, they just weren’t apparent for quite some time. The atmosphere and surrounding magic in Devildom helped increase and show my powers, leading to me becoming so powerful I become a demon myself.) So then, I’m able to stay! :) (AHEM!! EDIT : I figured it out a bit more. It makes more sense now. If you want to read about it, click here!)

Solomon also stays to teach other humans in the future of the RAD exchange program.

— Also, I haven’t fully finished all the lessons in the game yet, and haven’t played NB. Some things may change in the future based off canon lore. <3

︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

#the angel shifter #shifting to obey me #obey me shifter #shifting realities #reality shift #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shifting community #dr intro #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #desired reality

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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hi hi! this request is for Elliot - elliot and the reader are on this school trip and they’re forced the share a room together.

prompts- one bed trope, enimes to lovers, kinda smutty. ‘I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.' ‘Being alone together was not the best idea.'

love this and you! i did already write something exactly like this so i just kind of tweaked it to fit the prompts :)

When the school said they were putting together a trip for their senior class, I think we all had higher hopes. Not that a weekend at a water park with no chaperones wasn’t fun, it was and a lot of people were excited that the school came up with this. Maybe they felt bad that we have to live in such a shitty time where everyone’s life is on their phone and love is paid for in nude pictures. And the fact that they were sending us alone, without adults, was going to be awesome. Until we learned about the room situations.

Our graduating class had an odd number of both guys and girls. There were two to a room which means that most girls would get to share with another girl and most guys would get to share with other guys. Except two unlucky people, one guy and one girl. Now, the school did have a say in who roomed together. They assigned everyone a partner, silently hoping it would get the normal cliques to break up and to meet new people. We were graduating after all and we didn’t even know half of the people in our grade by name. But that means they were also in control of the one girl and one guy that had to sleep in a room together.

They could’ve easily decided to have a couple share the room. To pick any of the thirty couples in our grade. But no. Maybe they were concerned that between the horniness of most people my age and the lack of sexual education classes held at the school, that a baby would come out of it. And that puts a bad rep on their already mediocre, ‘three out of five star’ school.

And of course it was me.

I was quiet at school, didn’t really have many friends and I didn’t really talk to people of the opposite sex. I avoided them like the plague for the most part, remembering my grandmother’s words in my ear telling me to stay away from boys, that they were no good. And I saw it first hand, people like Nate Jacobs with a whole list of red flags. And sure, there were guys in my grade who were smart, sensitive, and handsome. But those men didn’t talk to me that often.

Except one and he did go out of his way to talk to me.

In fact, he went out of his way to talk to me any chance he could. Only because he knew it drove me mad, my cheeks heating up every time he would send me a wink from across the room. He knew it made me flustered and he knew that fact that I didn’t know how to talk to him. He loved making me squirm and I never knew why. All I know is that he would laugh and grin like an idiot every time I would quickly brush past him in the hallway, a smirk on his face, a nervous smile on mine.

I could barely look the kid in the eyes, so it’s fitting that we had to be roommates for a full weekend.

And the kicker: There was only one bed.

“I mean, sharing is caring.” Elliot whispers in my ear behind me, his chest pressed up against my back as I look over to expanse of the room. And it’s missing bed. A shiver runs down my spine at his proximity, his bag thumping against the floor as he drops it.

“I don’t think that applies to our situation, Elliot.” I huff, taking a step into the room as he gasps teasingly. Turning around to look at him, his shoulder rests against the doorframe as he smiles proudly at me.

“She speaks!” He chuckles, his eyes squinted delightfully as he laughs, my cheeks warming. I roll my eyes, making my way towards the bed as he finally enters the room, shutting the door behind him. My heart pounds as he approaches me, my butt landing against the mattress as he smiles at me. “Maybe the teachers knew how much you couldn’t stand a conversation with me and wanted to help a man out. Be my wingman.” He winks, a small laugh leaving my lips as I look down at my phone, waiting for texts from my friends regarding plans. He quietly makes his way around me, sitting down next to me on the bed as he sighs. “If you’re really uncomfortable, I can sleep on the floor or something.” He offers, his voice suddenly genuine and no longer teasing. I look over to him, my head plowing against my ribs as he smiles softly at me. “I only kind of half mean that.” He whispers, a grin stretching across my lips as he gently bumps me with his elbow.

“I think this is karma for being so mean to my mother all those years.” I whisper, my eyes straight ahead as I stare at the empty tv in front of me, a laugh leaving Elliot’s lips. "Being alone together is not the best idea."

“Oh come on, Y/n. I don't bite!” He whispers, his arm slinging around my shoulder as I huff, the nerves in my stomach growing at his touch. “Not unless you're into that sort of thing." He giggles to himself, so proud of his flirting, loving the awkward reaction it pulls from me. "So what do you want to do? Eat? Swim?” He asks, a yawn leaving my lips as my eyes close. “Sleep? It’s only nine.” He chuckles at my exhaustion, my phone buzzing in my lap as I open it. Frowning at my friends’ texts, them deciding that they just want to stay in tonight. I feel Elliot’s eyes on me as his gaze lowers to my phone. “Awe well that sucks. More time with me, I guess. Maybe karma is on your side after all.” He flirts, patting my thigh as I frown.

“I hate you.” I whisper, the teasing tone in my voice extremely evident as I glance over to him. He smiles widely, his hand on his chest as he feigns bashfulness.

“Awe, you really mean that?”

Another hour or two passes, my body slipping into the bed, a book in my hands. Elliot has taken over the bathroom for the last half an hour, his music blaring as steam seeped under the door. I had to stop myself from wondering further of what was happening in the room next door, towel on his waist, hair dripping. That wasn’t the only thing dripping.

The door opens, Elliot appearing in the doorway as I take the moment to look over his frame. He wears a simple pair of boxers, a graphic tee covering his chest as his hair air dries. He looks delicious if I’m being honest. As the butterflies grow in my stomach, he enters the room quietly, the sound of his feet padding against the carpet the only noise in the room.

“Are you going to lay in the middle of the bed or are you going to make room?” Elliot asks with a teasing smile, my eyes leaving the book in front of me to look up at him. I huff, deadpanning as he breaks out in a grin.

“I don’t know. I’m still contemplating putting you on the floor like a dog.” I reply with an attitude, his eyes widening in delighted shock. He gives me a proud nod, his tongue swiping out to wet his lips.

“Woof.” He mutters, going to take the pillow next to me but I shake my head, my hand stopping him. He looks up to me with a shocked expression, his jaw slack. “Oh, you want me close now?” He asks, sitting down on the bed next to me as I grab the pillow from his grasp, smacking him over the head with it without a second thought. He flops down onto the bed dramatically, a small, fake, groan leaving his lips. I chuckle, his head turning to look at me at the noise, a proud smile on his lips. Fuck you. I bite the inside of my cheek, my legs curling up against my chest as I close my book.

“You’re liking this too much.” I whisper, the smile not leaving my lips as he gazes at me, his eyes soft as ever. He gives me a slight playful shrug, his eyes closing momentarily as he smiles.

“I really am.” He chuckles, his gaze moving to the ceiling as his hands rest on his chest. A few moments pass in silence, my mind happy to have the time to recover before I need to think of my next witty comment.. “You need anything before I get in bed?” He asks, my hands coming up to cover my cheeks as I stare at him. I’d never seen him in this light before. He looks so soft. His hair is still damp from the shower, the nail polish on his fingernails chipped, his eyes soft as he looks at a single spot on the ceiling, his chest rising and falling slowly, comfortably. He doesn’t have his typical smirk on his lips, some (not all) of the mischief has left his expression, his eyes fluttering over to look at me after my lack of reply.

“Uh, if you could just turn the light off.” I whisper, my voice not coming out as smoothly as I would have originally liked it to. He chuckles at my stuttering, my cheeks hurting from my smile as he sits up.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you.” He sends me a wink over his shoulder as he makes his way across the room, his fingers flipping the switch on the wall. The room is dark, the only light coming from the lights in the parking lot through our window. He switches on the light on his phone, making his way over to the bed as I pull back the covers. He silently thanks me with a smile, his frame quickly hopping under the blankets with me. I scoot over as far as I can without making it obvious, my book now discarded on the table next to me. When he turns his flashlight off, that’s the first time in a bit that my genuine nerves return to my system. Sensing my discomfort, he speaks up. “Is this your first time sleeping with a guy?” He asks, my head turning to look at him, my eyes adjusting in the low light. He’s turned towards me, his arm resting under the pillow, the other on top of the blanket next to me. My cheeks warm at his innuendo, his sultry tone heard in the quiet room.

“No, Elliot. I’m not a prude.” I chuckle, my legs tucking up to my chest as I face him, my knees brushing against his stomach. My chest stalls for a moment, my eyes looking over his face as he smiles.

“You say that as if I should know that already.” He whispers, my shoulders shrugging gently. “I don’t know much about you other than you can barely look me in the eyes and that I make you extremely nervous.” He adds, my eyes rolling as I scoff, his quiet laughter filling the room. Music booms around us from the room next door, some of the students deciding to make the most of our first night.

“I can look you in the eyes. And you used to make me way more nervous than you do now.” I chuckle, thankful that he’s unable to see my flustered expression. He hums in acknowledgement, his hand gently reaching up to run through my hair. I let him, my smile growing as the butterflies in my stomach seem to get increasingly more violent. I pray that he’s unable to see me smiling like an idiot, but based on his small chuckle, I think he can.

“I like you.” He whispers, my eyes fluttering up to meet his as my jaw slacks a bit. I stutter for a few moments, trying to find the words to say back to that as he grins. Cocky fucker.

“That sucks. Get over it.” I giggle, my tone not conveying the words that leave my lips, his head shaking defiantly. He can tell I’m nervous, the hand that gently rests on my cheek making my head spin as I fight my anxiety.

“Nope, it’s impossible to get rid of me now.” He replies through a smile, my eyes rolling playfully at his words, knowing full well they’re true. “And you wanna know what? I think you like me too.” He adds, my eyebrows rising playfully at him as he shrugs.

“Oh, you think so, Elliot? Is that a fact or are you just guessing?” I ask, my confidence rising as his thumb brushes against my cheekbone, his body seemingly getting closer to mine as I let out a shaky breath.

“Do you even have to ask?” He chuckles, my head turning to press into the pillow. He laughs at my reaction, his arm lowering under the blanket to reach out. He gently wraps an arm around my waist, his hand resting on my back as he pulls me closer to him. I feel his breath on my nose, my head tilting up to look up at him as he smiles. “Can I kiss you?” He questions, the words not completely surprising me, but still making my head spin at the thought of his lips on mine. Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, I shake my head with the biggest smile.

“No.” I respond playfully, his other hand reaching up to cup my cheek regardless of my words.

“I’m gonna do it anyways” He nods, his nose gently bumping against mine as I take an unsteady breath in, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears as I chuckle nervously.

“This isn’t very consensual.” I giggle quietly, my eyes fluttering shut at his proximity, my lips brushing against his as he whispers.

“I couldn’t give less of a shit.” And with that, his lips press against mine, my body reacting immediately as I relax into his hold. My hand gently rests on his chest, our noses bumping as he tilts his head, his lips parting to deepen the kiss. The room is even more quiet now, the sounds of our heavy breathing as the sheets rustle, my body pressing against his.

His hands are seemingly everywhere at once; on my waist, my ribs, my arms, my neck and back up to my cheeks. My fingers wind through his hair, my head spinning as his hands dip under my shirt, his fingers splaying against the bare skin of my back. Pulling away abruptly, my forehead rests against his collarbone as he chuckles quietly. I try my best to catch his breath, the sound of his heart beat through his chest comforting me. It’s faster than mine is. He sighs gently, his lips pressing against my hairline, my skin erupting in goosebumps at the feeling of his hands on my heated skin. I grin like an idiot, silence consuming us as my eyes grow heavy, his breathing slowing down exponentially. Suspecting sleep will overcome the both of us soon, I reach over, my arm wrapping around his waist as I snuggle into him without a word. Any words that could possibly be said on my end are shoved to the back of my mind, deciding to let my future self deal with it in the morning.

“So how was your day?” He whispers, a snort leaving me as I pinch his side.

“Can’t you just shut up and go to sleep?”

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abbatoirablaze · 6 months

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Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

“So you’re mad at Annie and Shirley?”

“No, I’m not mad at them,” Britta huffed, looking over at Annie, “I’m mad at how they were doing the whole protest against the Guatemalan government!”

“Because it’s not what you wanted it to be? Because it sort of sounds like you’re mad that they’re doing something about it and speaking up.”

“What?” she asked her eyes widening, “No! I just-“

“Don’t like what they did!”

“Yeah…” she sighed, “god does that make me a hypocrite?”

“A little bit,” you admitted as you threw a piece of popcorn up into the air before catching it, “but I mean…it was also last month…so you could let it go!”

Britta was silent for a few moments and you looked at her. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. You threw a piece of popcorn at her, “Britta!”

“Sorry…sorry…I just-I’m thinking about what happened in Spanish the other day!”

“Jeff said that he’d defend you though, right?” you asked, “I mean, he used to be a lawyer! He might actually be able to get you out of it!”

“You know Jeff’s only helping me out because he still wants to get in my pants!”

“Yeah…that part’s still a bit weird.”

“Are you wearing Abed’s purple striped hoodie?”

Your eyes went wide, and you shook your head, “What?”

She smiled, “I recognize that hoodie. He’s been wearing it almost all week!”

“What?” you repeated, “no he hasn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You’re a horrible liar, Tawney!” she giggled, nudging you, “that is Abed’s hoodie, isn’t it? I didn’t see him wearing it today but I just assumed that it was in the laundry or something!”

“Britta-“

“Are you and Abed dating?”

“No-no, I just-Abed was walking me home last night from the library after our study group,” you said quickly, “and I got cold. So he let me borrow it!”

“But you’re wearing it right now!”

“Well, I-“

“You like Abed, don’t you?” You felt the blush heating up your cheeks as you looked at her, unable to answer the question. Britta’s smile only got wider, “I can’t believe it. You really do like Abed, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t know!” you admitted truthfully, “Abed’s just always so sweet to me, and he’s helpful, and nice…and cute…and-“

Annie squealed from beside you, “I knew it! You and Abed are always together, even when you two don’t have classes anywhere near each other on campus!”

“Annie,” you groaned, looking to the other girl who was closer to your age, “can we not talk about this? Why can’t we go back to talking about how Britta cheated!”

“I’m very much invested in Tawney’s story!” Shirley said over the phone. You groaned again, and Britta smiled, looking to Annie’s phone.

“Thank you, Shirley!”

“Oh we’re coming back to you,” Shirley said firmly across the line, “but I want to prioritize this. Just because I couldn’t come to Tawney’s dorm room for our girl’s night, and just because I had to get the boy’s because Andre had a work emergency, doesn’t mean I’m any less invested than I normally am! Tawney. Spill it girl. What about you and Abed?”

“There is no me and Abed,” you sighed, looking at Annie’s phone before turning your attention to Annie and Britta, “guys…Abed and I are just friends. He-he doesn’t see me like that. I mean, I’ve never even had a guy interested in me-“

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“No guy’s ever asked you out?”

“N-no…”

“Oh pumpkin,” Shirley sighed, her own sadness trilling across the line, “you poor thing.”

“Guys, it’s no big deal,” you tried to reaffirm, justifying how you’d never had a boyfriend before, “i-I’m just focused on school…and creating a career. So, what if I’ve never had a boyfriend. And so what if I think Abed’s cute! He’s not interested in me!”

“We’ll see about that!” Britta smiled.

“Britta, no!” you begged.

“Where’s Abed,” Troy asked as he rounded the study group table, “I need to talk to him about his films!”

“That boy is flat out prescient. He can read minds!”

Abed rounded the corner, shooting finger guns at you as he made his way into the study room. You couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks.

Annie and Shirley gasped, and a look of recognition crossed Abed’s features, “I know what you’re going to say. You guys watched my movies on the website!”

“He’s a witch!” Shirley proclaimed, pointing at him.

“GET HIM!” Troy added in.

“Guys-“

“I got this Tawney,” Abed said quickly, cutting you off, “no. I’m not a witch. I’m a student of human character. I know you guys all so well that I can predict your behavior. Like Shirley! I know that you’re a sweet, Christian, generous person.

“Oh that’s nice!”

She turned to him as he copied her at the exact same time.

“I also know that you have thinly veiled rage issues!”

“Careful boy!”

He did it again, and she gasped.

“Here, check this out,” he offered, walking around the table once more until he was between Troy and Shirley, “may I?”

“Yeah!”

Abed lifted Troy’s laptop from his stack of books and opened it, pulling up the site he was posting his videos to. Shirley, Annie, and Britta crowded around him and Troy.

“See…Jeff likes to act like things around here don’t bother him,” he pointed out, “but things bother him more than he lets on. He’s also very vain!”

Everyone looked up to Jeff to see him eyeing up his cuticles. He scoffed, “that’s ridiculous.”

“Ohh!” everyone sighed.

They turned back to the computer in time to see Troy’s character crying on the screen. Troy looked at it nervously, “Why am I crying? Will I listen to ‘Come Sail Away,’ by Styxx again?”

“You don’t have to worry, Troy. It’s just a movie,” Abed shrugged, “I can’t predict the future. In this Tawney has a crush on my character…and Pierce-“

The girls all looked up at you as the screen progressed, each of their own eyes going wide as they thought back to the conversation that happened around the time Britta got caught cheating on the Spanish test.

You shook your head at them.

“What up, happy people?” Pierce asked, walking in with a leg splint.

Shirley slammed her fist down on the table, “you tell e my future right now, you evil wizard!”

“Shirley!” you gasped.

“By the way, Jeff. I think your shirt’s trying to get out of your pants!” Pierce said, pointing to Jeff’s matching shirt and socks.

“I gotta go…” you lied, getting up to make your exit from the study room.

“Oh, I can walk you to your next class!”

“I-it’s not a class!” you said quickly, shaking your head at Abed.

“Oh, well to Professor Duncan’s office then,” he offered, “we can stop by the cafeteria and get some coffee from the coffee shop. I know today’s your long day!”

The girls started giggling at you, and you felt like your cheeks were heating up even more as you gathered your books, “I-it’s okay Abed. Don’ worry about it!”

You bolted without another word from the group, ignoring the calls to come back from Britta, Annie, and Shirley. But you didn’t walk quick enough to evade Abed, who was already hot on your trail.

“Tawney…Tawney, wait!” Abed said quickly.

“I-I’m sorry, Abed. I should go!”

“Hey…wait…Tawney, what’s going on?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“With you?” he asked quickly, pointing back to the room, “a-are you freaked out about the movies I’ve been making too? I can’t see the future! I swear!”

“Abed…your videos are right!” you sighed.

“What?” he chuckled, “no. It’s just a coincidence. I-“

“I do like you!” you said quickly, cutting him off. You took a deep breath, needing to continue before you lost your edge, “your videos are right. I do have a crush on you. I told the girls last month…it’s just…when you do all these little things like walking me all over campus, and giving me your hoodie because I’m cold-“

“Well, that’s just logic,” he said simply, cutting you off, “you were cold, and I wasn’t. It’s safer to walk in pairs. I just-“

“All those little things add up though,” you pointed out, “and they made me realize that I liked you. I like our walks all over campus…and when you come and visit me when I’m grading papers in my dorm. And when you remember my long days. And when we have movie nights in your dorm and watch all of the Batman films in the correct order of who played the best Batman versus Bruce Wayne!”

“I like that too!” he said simply, the smallest of smiles on his face, “and I really like the fact that you see the logic in how we’ve rated them.”

“It’s because it’s the only right way!” you giggled.

“If I’m being honest…I like you too, Tawney,” he admitted, “it-it’s just easier to hide it behind the lens, and pretend that it doesn’t exist…like we’re on a tv show or in a movie.”

“Yeah…”

“So where do we go from here?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know!” you admitted, “but I-I want to find out!”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding along to what you were saying, “me too…”

“Okay…”

“So…can I walk you to get a coffee?” he asked, “and then to Professor Duncan’s office.

“I-I was actually going to go back to my dorm for a little bit and grade some papers,” you admitted, “but if you want…we can call that place we both like and order some takeout.”

“We can order the chicken parm for you…” he smiled.

“And you can get your buttered noodles.”

“I’d like that!” he smiled.

Chapter 3

Tag List: @lohnes16, @mckeeee-1, @prokey16

#down the rabbit hole #community show #troy community #abed community #greendale community college #community #greendale #troy #troy and abed #troy barnes #abed nadir #abed #britta perry #shirley bennett #annie edison #jeff winger #pierce hawthorne

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Nino Moretti & Michi(ko) Okeke for @galaxsims Love Island!

Nino Moretti Young adult | Bisexual Firefighter | Heroic | Family-Oriented | Bro

Michiko Okeke Young adult | Pansexual Massage Therapist | Dancer | Comforting | Laid-Back

(you thought I could stop at one? you were mistaken. I also feel like I’m usually the one making sims to stir up drama, but there were already a few drama-stirrers so here we go ehuehuhe)

Nino has always suffered from looking like a far worse guy than he actually is.

Is he, perhaps, a bit of a jock? Sure, of course. Does that thick Brooklyn accent sometimes make him sound a little extra arrogant? Maybe, now and then. But underneath a healthy layer of bravado, dudeliness, some slightly archaic beliefs and a lot of cologne, he’s a good guy who tries his best.

Nino’s family wasn’t always the most accepting, and the Moretti family only really hung out with extended family. Cousins, aunts, distant cousins, great grandparents - he can list every relative he’s ever had back to his ancient caveman ancestor Tito Moretti who invented putting out the fire, but he can list friends he has that aren’t related to him on one hand.

Being in such a closed environment, some of his beliefs are still a bit archaic, but he tries hard to correct them when he realizes they’re wrong. Those close to him may have found him a bit intimidating to talk to at first, but he’s extremely open to and willing to learn and if he says something that’s perhaps not so correct, he has no problem apologizing when corrected and doing his best to fix himself.

A firefighter working out of San Myshuno, he risks his life pretty much on the daily and is always the first into danger and the last one out. Nino’s apartment is overrun with stray animals he scooped up off the street and his landlord has been lenient with her no-pets policy because, I mean, it’s Nino.

Coming from a big family, it’s Nino’s dream to have a big family of his own, a nice big house for everyone to get together in, a loving husband or wife, and a few little chickens.

Name. “Nino Moretti.” Age. “Twenty-five.” Occupation. "Firefighter, been for uh couple years now. It’s awesome.” Hometown. “San My, baby.” Sexuality. “Uh, I forget if it’s pansexual or bisexual. I like ‘em both. Er, wait, there’s more than two now right? Oh shit, have you been writing all this down? Oh man, I’m gonna look like the biggest asshole. Okay just scratch all that out, just put down bisexual.” Ideal Type. “Must love animals, first of all. I got like six cats back home. You know people just dump off their old cats? It’s fucking disgraceful is what it is- sorry, no swearing, sorry. What was the question? Right, ideal type. Yeah so they gotta love animals, gotta have a good heart, but not too... soft, you know? Like if they cry every time a diaper commercial comes on maybe not, but a good person. Gotta get along with my Ma. We gotta be best friends, we gotta love each other’s company. I want us to have fun, go places, laugh until our faces hurt. And if they don’t think my memes are funny, I mean, it’s over. I just wanna settle down with a good person, an animal lover, who cares about family and doing the right thing. And can put up with my ugly mug, aha!” Why are you applying for Love Island? ”I think it’d be fun. Is that okay to say? I dunno, I mean I’ve worked since I was fifteen, I went from high school to training to become a career firefighter and, you know, I don’t take no breaks or nothin’. Well, no, that’s a lie actually, I was at my cousin’s wedding in Tartosa. You never been? Aw, we should go. No really, it’s beautiful, we got a villa out there and-- I’m sorry? Oh, sure, yeah. I guess I’m applying because it’d be fun, because I could use a break, and I mean, who doesn’t wanna be on TV, you know? All my buddies back at the station’ll be going bananas!” What do you hope to get out of this experience? “I mean, that depends if the drinks are comped or not, hah! No, don’t write that, that’s stupid. Uh, I mean I don’t know if I’m looking for forever but I’m definitely hoping for... for now. You know what I mean? You probably shouldn’t write that either. I just don’t wanna come off desperate or nothin’, you know?”

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Coming from a very mixed family with Japanese heritage on one side and Nigerian heritage on the other, Michi has always experienced a lot. A lot of culture, a lot of language, a lot of food and spirituality. She’s also an only child, which means everything her parents had they gave to her; and it was a lot. She was loved endlessly - still is, for that matter - and though her family isn’t as big as some people’s(^), it’s a warm, tight-knit unit.

Michi grew up in Del Sol Valley where her father continues to work as a dentist. While perhaps the Okeke family isn’t incredibly wealthy, they certainly have never wanted for much. Michi has babysat for Brytani Cho, ridden horses with Holly Alto and gotten high with Venessa Jeong. There isn’t a Simschella festival that she hasn’t attended. She’s always sat right at the periphery of stardom and celebrity, and it’s always suited her quite well. While it might have been easy enough to slip in a connection or two and rise to fame herself, she prefers a more down-to-earth lifestyle.

One can’t walk into Michi Okeke’s apartment without being struck by the smell of lilac and lavender. A crystal sits in just about every room and she’ll explain at length why her jade egg is her most valuable possession. She’s obsessed with lepidoptery and keeps rosy maple moths. Michi calls her parents every night and cooks them dinner every Sunday. She believes that ghosts are made when people die holding on to ‘bad vibes’.

Her presence is often regarded as calm and motherly. Very little seems to get under her skin and she’ll try just about anything once.

Name. “Michiko Okeke, but people usually just call me Michi. Or Itchy. Or Iko. People call me kind of everything.” Age. “I turned twenty-three on July 2nd. Gemini squad. But it’s crazy that you and I are even chatting because you’re a Virgo, right? No, I can totally tell.” Occupation. “I’m an RMT, a registered massage therapist.” Hometown. “Del Sol Valley.” Sexuality. “I’m pansexual, I kind of lean toward men sexually but romantically I can and have loved everyone of every identity.” Ideal Type. “Spiritual, romantic, spontaneous. I like a little wild, but not crazy wild. I mean like... let’s just go get lost in the woods for a week and live off the land wild. I want to get sick off random berries with you and go swimming after dark and push you on the swings. I just want to experience all of life with someone, the good and the bad, and just be so in love with someone that even the bad is hard not to smile through. But what about you, what’s your ideal type?” Why are you applying for Love Island? “I’d love to meet some new people, make some new friends. And my friends have been pushing me to do it, so I figured I’d just take a chance. Worst case scenario, I have a great time and come home as single as I left. Best case scenario, I fall head over heels in love and next thing you know we’re starting a kazoo band and touring the world.” What do you hope to get out of this experience? “Everything! Anything! I’m just excited to experience something new, there’s so much life out there to live.”

#sims 4 #ts4 #please click the link on nino's name #it's important character building

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