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mournings-stars · 1 month

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Hey !!

How about writing romantic head-cannons with the hazbin hotel cast where the reader (could be AFAB) and has catlike features but also has a cat like personality?? (Like the reader is grumpy , tired , always frowning etc)

Obviously take your time , but hopefully this request will reach you well :33

catlike!reader x hazbin cast

anon u literally read my mind i was just sitting down to write something like this so i got u (charlie and vaggie can go together but i made them separate) also im including angel so reader is not fem but they can still be afab if u want — also also, i only included the actual hotel cast, so if you want more characters lmk!!

charlie

you know those cats that hate everyone except one person, that would be you with charlie

charlie won’t bother you or pester you about waking up for activities because you’ll just come when you can, and once you do you’re very engaged (only because it’s her)

as soon as you lie across her lap she makes sure she does not move 1. because you’re warm and she loves cuddling with you and 2. because if you got up and made a face at her before going to sit somewhere else she’d be devastated

she knows just where to scratch, massage, and pet you to get you to fall asleep or relax — she’s put very special attention into memorizing these things and literally everything else about you

vaggie

you can be grumpy together (mostly with alastor, she values your grumpy support when it comes to the radio demon)

vaggie loves to cuddle — if you come to sit behind her legs or between them she could stay like that for hours or just fall asleep

you tend to sleep in with her, 1. because she, like charlie, would rather be still for hours than have you grumpy and moving away from her, and 2. she could use some relaxing time with you before having to work

she can’t keep up with your naps, but she will pause what she’s doing to give you a little kiss on the forehead so she can snap a picture of you stretching and curling back up

husker

husk is already a little cat like (he’s literally a cat) so yall either get along great or you’re arguing all the time then sleep together (yk those cats that are hissing and growling and shit then cuddle while they sleep… yeah)

he lets you sit on the bar, but only because if he told you to get down you’d start knocking things off the counter “accidentally”

whenever he sits on the couch, if you’re not already asleep, you’re quick to sit next to him and lie on his lap. he might grumble a little, but he’s definitely running his hands over your hair and listening to you pur as you fall sleep

loves bedtime — as soon as you’re in either of your rooms, the first thing you’re doing is cuddling up and he might not admit it to anyone, but it’s his favorite part of the day

alastor

you know those cats that, no matter how much you move, they just won’t get off of you? thats you with al

he reluctantly lets you lie on him, but in the same way he lets niffty climb all over him, he’s not going to stop you. especially because he doesn’t mind how warm you are. not that he’d say it, but he does find you lying on him very comfortable after a long day and will definitely use it as an excuse as to why he can’t get up to do whatever someone is asking for

“can’t you see i’m needed elsewhere?” “i’m very busy at the moment!” and he’s just drinking coffee, reading the paper, and sitting with your head on his lap

when you’re alone, he’ll tell you that you’re welcome to lie on his lap “if you truly need to rest”

don’t get grumpy with him though, he’ll get up every time you come to sit with him

angel dust

don’t put it past him, he will carry you around if you’ve been lying on him and he needs to get up because 1. there’s no way he’s waking you up and 2. he’s not about to have you be grumpy that he moved (though there is a chance you’ll be grumpy that he moved you, but at least you’re still warm)

loves cuddling, but his favorite thing is making you purr by massaging your ears out scratching your head while you’re lying on him — and he absolutely loves when you lie on him

yes sitting on the couch is nice, but once he’s lying in his room and you come in and lie on his chest, he’s the happiest he’s ever been. especially after a long day at the studio

if he has to leave while you’re asleep, he’ll leave you food that probably won’t get eating until he comes back and wakes you up by moving your cushion slightly, making you all pouty — which he finds absolutely adorable

he can’t take any pouty/frowning/grumpiness from your seriously when it’s so adorable

sir pentious

you definitely have a bit of similarities when it comes to finding warm spots to relax in, and that probably led to you relaxing together because you refused to move, and he needed to be warm (that’s when he found out he actually enjoyed your company)

as quickly as he let’s you into his workspace, he kicks you out because you just keep knocking shit over, but then he let’s you back in cause you’ll just sit outside the door and sneak back in when he leaves momentarily

once he figures out how to get something warm in his workspace that you’ll just sleep on, he’s happy to have you there. especially because he finds you adorable

he probably stops working to sit with you, or kiss your head, or just wake you up because he does kind of miss you knocking things over even though he can’t stand it

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likesunsetorange · 1 month

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When he finally knocks how she wears certain sets with the intention of getting him to notice just for her to get embarrassed when he starts playing along and doesn’t try to hide his looking 🤭

bodyguard au drabble # 6

THESE PAJAMAS!!!!!!!!!!!! why are these in particular such a pivotal thing in this au like???

but anyways fuck it drabble rahhh 🦅🦅🦅🦅 is this my drabble emoji bat signal lmao??? anyways whatever here we go!! ended up being a lil diff but i think it kinda fits the realm of what you said hehe bc i def agree he’d eventually just stop trying to hide his staring all together he’s just so brazen w it lol

ALSO HBD EREN 🥳🥳🥳

(also if u ever notice it takes me comically long to reply to your ask even tho im answering others more than likely this is probably why haha)

Eren is enjoying this shift in their dynamic more than he likes to admit—more than he's proud to admit. Going from yelling at one another, hardly even getting along, to whatever he can say they do now, a mostly amicable and peaceful dynamic within their shared space, it's nice. But aside from that, he can't say he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa, the Mikasa who was once a constant 66 inches of never ending rage and bitchy remarks, be absolutely flustered at the smallest things.

At first, he couldn't quite pinpoint that Mikasa of all people, could possess feelings of shyness. She could bitch him around with no issue—she'd spent months doing exactly that, teetering along the lines of verbal abuse. But now that they've made amends, establishing a friendship of the sorts, and things between them have shifted to say the least, Eren can't say that he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa fret.

The first time he notices it, he thinks it's just because of her pride. After months of being aggressive towards him, of course she's a bit hesitant at being amicable. She moves around him hesitantly, almost like a cat, coming around randomly, sometimes more than others, but it's always with a level of hesitancy behind it. It's then he hears her stutter for the first time, her words lacking their usual confidence, as she shyly stalks around him while he makes dinner until she musters up the courage to ask to help him.

Eventually, as time goes on, Eren finds that he enjoys her company. For one, Mikasa is funny (to his great surprise) and someone he finds easy to talk to, the two of them having a lot more in common than he would have ever expected. They can spend hours talking about nonsense, ranging from the shows they watch to their favorite foods, the two of them having very passionate opinions on food. h

There's also the reason that it's Mikasa, and well, she's an objectively attractive girl, something he's known since the first day he met her. And even though he tries hard to keep those thoughts locked tightly away, he can't deny that sometimes they resurface, and he finds himself staring a little harder than he'd like to admit.

He would be foolish to deny her other worldly attractiveness, and sometimes he hates that he feels a little smug, a little bit too satisfied, the way he enjoys that he’s the only one who’s constantly around her. While he’s had enough insults thrown at it him to last a lifetime, and reached levels of anger he’d like to never reach again, he also gets glimpses of her at every hour of the day, which as much as he hates to admit, makes up for it somehow.

Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her perfectly picked outfits, not a hair out of place, and at night who parades around in her silken pajamas, something Eren’s found himself growing fond of. Every night waiting for her to trail into the living room or kitchen, so he can get his one quick glimpse, the moment he allows himself to let his thoughts run rampant before he tucks them back away.

Through his observations, when he’s not just ogling her, he also notices the way, at times, she randomly shuts down, her face scrunching up, Mikasa sometimes running off to her room suddenly at the mention of certain things, if she suddenly feels embarrassed, or if Eren accidentally lets his touch linger for too long for reasons at the time Eren couldn't quite pinpoint.

Sometimes, he thinks she may have noticed his staring, in the way that she’ll get shy if she catches him looking too long, her face flushing red at the sudden contact. But Eren is almost certain though, that she pays attention, taking note of what exactly he's staring at.

Because one day, when Mikasa somehow convinced him to share shots of soju with her, leaving Eren more loose and lax than he ever liked to be, it was then that she takes his wavering glances into consideration.

There's an almost empty glass bottle of peach soju between them sitting on her coffee table, the two of them sitting on the floor in front of it in her living room. The TV is playing some random romcom Mikasa somehow convinced him to watch, but if Eren's being honest, he hasn't been paying attention since the second shot she made him take, too busy allowing his mind to venture elsewhere—Mikasa. He finds himself trying not to stare, but he's sure his eyes keep drifting back towards her, fitted in her black silken pajamas, hair pulled back with a pink velvet headband—she's cute, he thinks—his hand resting on his head shifting in her direction, almost like a gravitational pull.

"Eren," Mikasa says, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You okay?" She asks, stiffling a laugh. "You've been staring for a minute now."

"Oh," he says, trying not to show any signs of embarassment. "I was just thinking, I guess."

"Are you a lightweight?" She asks teasingly, taking note of how his eyelids look heavy and his face a bit flushed. "I think you're way too big to be a lightweight, Eren."

"'m not a lightweight, just tired," he says trying to make excuses.

She quirks her brow, clearly not believing his lie. "Well, either way, you're staring into space. Are you staring at the wall or something?"

And maybe it was because of his lack of a filter due to the alcohol; he simply shrugs, casually replying: "Oh, I was looking at your pajamas—you never wear black ones like that—thought they looked nice," too busy in his own head to notice the redness that flashes across Mikasa's face before she whipped her head in the other direction, resuming her attention to the movie.

It's after this that Eren notices the usual colorful and pastel pajamas are traded out for an array of darker ones. At first, it's subtle, almost to where he doesn't notice, but then it becomes more apparent, to the point where he's almost certain she's seeking out his glances, lingering around just a little longer, wearing the ones that are just a little tighter, just a little shorter.

And Eren certainly doesn’t mind, but he isn’t sure if it’s because the attraction he has for her is a mutual thing, or if Mikasa just enjoys his attention, but knowing her, he’s almost positive it’s probably the latter, Mikasa always one to enjoy riling him up, and apparently now, in other ways, sincethey’re amicable.

But if it’s attention that she wants, then Eren doesn’t mind giving it to her—especially since it doesn’t seem all that surprising given her bratty nature—so he does exactly that.

Eren goes about his normal day, Mikasa for once, opting to stay home, locking herself in her room, with claims of a headache, not wanting to be bothered. He takes out Caro, runs a few errands, and even goes for a run, knowing eventually she’ll stumble into him at some point, as she always does.

The day transitions into evening, still no signs of Mikasa, which surprises him given she normally comes out to at least make dinner, but even after 8:00, once Eren’s finished making dinner and even cleaning up, there’s still no sign of her.

He takes this as a sign to go check on her, even bothering to bring her a bowl of ziti, her—their—favorite, assuming she hasn’t eaten since he has yet to see her step out of her room all day.

Eren knocks on her door, waiting for a response. He can hear the shuffling of her feet behind the door, and he’s certain he even hears Caro bark at some point, realizing that’s where she disappeared to a while ago. Finally after a few minutes, the door swings open, the sight of Mikasa taught in a black satin robe, her hair messily tied into a bun on the top of her head, and her face, usually glowy, looks tired and almost a little as if she’s visibly in pain.

“Hey…” Eren starts, taking her in. Her satin robe leaves little to the imagination, Eren’s eyes trail down longer than he normally would’ve in such close proximity to her, but Mikasa’s clearly too distraught to notice. His mind ventures to the place of what exactly she has beneath it, before he remembers why he came to her room in the first place, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “Haven’t seen you all day, brought you dinner—figured you hadn’t eaten,” he continues, nodding towards the plate in his hand.

Mikasa opens the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside, “Sorry, I haven’t been feeling all that great,” she replies quietly. Eren takes note of her dark room, save for one tiny light in the opposite corner, Caro sits at the foot of her bed, her head perching up at the sight of Eren. Mikasa resumes her place on her bed, Eren placing her plate on her desk before leaning against the wall. “Thanks for the food, I haven’t even gotten the chance to leave my room today; my migraine’s barely started to let up just now,” she says motioning towards the bed. “Caro’s kept me company for the last few hours though,” she adds, a small smile on her face.

“I thought you just had a headache?” His brows furrow, a bit of guilt starting to fill within him, knowing he would’ve asked if she needed anything earlier had he know it was that bad.

“Headache, migraine—most people just think they’re the same anyways,” she shrugs. “I don’t get them often and they’re not that bad, just have to sleep it off usually.”

“Are you feeling better now at least?”

“I am, but I should probably eat, I haven’t eaten all day, so thank you,” she replies before getting up to grab the plate he made her, her face lights up when she notices he made ziti. “You made baked ziti,” she exclaims, before taking a bite, humming in delight.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreeance, eyeing her. Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her sweet expressions, her out of this world beauty, and her silly little pajamas that always drive him insane. He watches as she eats her meal, too busy enjoying to notice his staring at first until she catches his gaze.

“Is something wrong?” She asks. “You’re staring.”

Eren gives her one over before he shrugs, standing up to get up to leave. “Nothing’s wrong, just looking. But feel better, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, okay. Well goodnight, thanks again for the food and stuff,” she replies meekly.

He walks towards the door opening it, turning back one more time before he leaves. “Oh and I like the robe, it’s cute. You should wear it more—especially like all the other black ones.”

Eren doesn’t have to turn to face her to know that her face is red, clearly knowing her little ruse is up.

#asks #bodyguard au #vic’s drabbles #eremika #eremika fic #is this canon to the au???? who knows atp i just be writing these cuz theyre fun LMAO #idk if they'll make it to the fic tho #but they're canon #i think #why am i saying i think I CREATED THIS AU LMFAOOO #ignore me rambling to myself in my tags lol #anyways #it's canon cuz i said so and eren is getting his get back lol

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btbabyy · 1 year

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the other woman- jimin.

college au!jimin x fem!reader

summary: being best friends with the most beautiful boy on campus is already hard, but catching feelings for him makes it ten times harder. friends to lovers.

a/n: my first fic. be nice pls im sensitive. love you.

sometimes my friendship with jimin makes me want to smash my head into a brick wall. other times it makes me want to run through a field of daisies. thankfully, it’s mostly the second one. but recently, there’s been a lot of incidents that have made the first option appealing.

for years jimin & i have been best friends. our parents were super close so we immediately just became friends when we’re younger. and we went to the same first school, middle and high school. we have been through everything together. he was there for me when i had my first job interview, my first heartbreak, my first ice skating lesson, my first competition. the list goes on, but he truly hasn’t left my side for years. and for a long time, that’s all he was. just my best friend.

and then we started getting older, he found his own style and growed to be more confident. he’s naturally a very flirty person now, so sometimes i did think he was flirting with me. now, im not so sure. but at the time when he spoke to me that way it made me stomach flip and my head spin. it was weird, i’d never looked at him that way before.

now here i am three years later, and i can’t stop looking at him that way. my feelings for him just won’t stop growing. just when i think i can’t like him any more, he does something new and i can’t keep my eyes off of him. he called me out for it a few weeks ago, a ‘what are you looking at?’ with a flirty smile, leaning a little closer to me.

another time we were cuddling, it’s something we’ve always done, and he kept snuggling his face closer in my neck. he pressed a couple of kisses on my neck, before falling asleep there. it was one of my most favourite nights with him. i really thought after that night he’d return my feelings.

but now, nothing. no flirty comments, no more coming over to my dorm every night for a cuddle whilst we watch a movie, no more waiting for me after my classes, or stealing me from my friends to go and get lunch with him. it’s like he’s avoiding me like the plague. to go from being attached at the hip and my best friend, to almost strangers. i’ve made attempts to capture him after class, or go to his dorm at night but he’s never there. it makes my chest ache and my eyes sting thinking i could lose him.

i was extremely lost & confused. but after lunch today, it all made sense to me. my friend lauren and i went off campus for lunch, just down the street where there were a few different little cafe’s and coffee shops.

“i would love to work in one of these, they’re just so cute” i say with a smile to lauren who agrees.

“and also because of the fact you’re ridiculously obsessed with coffee” she snarks back with a smirk.

we walked back down the street, and i glanced in a cute little coffee place on my right. through the glass windows, i saw them and my heart dropped. i froze, stopped walking and stared.

jimin sat opposite a girl, a pretty girl. he’s leaned over the table, his hands intertwined in hers as she talks. he’s looking at her softly, just like how he looked at me. i felt my eyes sting, seeing the guy i’ve been pining over for years with someone else.

he glanced out with a big smile on his face, which dropped as soon as he saw me. he seemed to panic, i see him gulp. i snap out of it, lauren pulling me away, trying to help calm me down. she’s the only person aware of my feelings for jimin. the ache in my chest became painful as i rushed down the street, lauren repeating reassuring comments to me, attempting to make me feel better. but it just went in one ear and out of the other.

once we reached our dorm room, i quickly shut the door behind me, covering my face as i try to compose myself. i can’t be this upset, he was never mine. he’s allowed to see someone else. “i’m so sorry” lauren murmured, pulling me into her for a cuddle. as soon as i cuddled into her, i broke down, sobbing into her shoulder.

“i can’t believe i thought he liked me. i’m such an idiot.” i whispered, sniffling and leaning back to wipe my eyes. “i thought he did too” she says softly, wiping away a stray tear for me.

“i miss him” i say, falling into the sofa and curling up. she follows, cuddling into me. “i miss seeing him every day, or when he’d sneak here and cuddle me, i miss having lunch with him, i miss just hanging out with him. i thought he was probably just busy or stressed with work when he became distant but it’s because of another girl” i say, the picture of them both popping back into my head.

“it hurts me that he’s into someone else, of course. but it makes it ten times worse that he’s completely shut me out since meeting her, when i’ve been his best friend since we were toddlers” i sigh, no longer sobbing but emotionless tears falling down my cheeks.

“i know honey, but i’m sure there’s more to this than you think there is, he wouldn’t just shut you out like that for no reason” she says, furrowing her eyebrows. “i’m going to their dorm tonight, the guys. jimin will be there tonight so you can come too? i’m sure they want to see you” she says, running her fingers through my hair.

“namjoon and tae were saying they miss you” she adds with a small smile. i look up at her with a sigh, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t even ask how your date was last night with namjoon” i face palm. “i’m an awful friend”.

“shut up, you’re an amazing friend. you’re hurting, i understand” she says with a smile.

“so, how was the date?” i say, wiping my eyes and smirking at her. she goes red,

“really, really good”.

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i look into the mirror, making sure my outfit looks okay before joining lauren downstairs. i want to look good, so jimin doesn’t suspect anything from me. after my reaction today, im sure he does anyway. but i don’t think he’ll even acknowledge me tonight. i just want to drink with my friends and forget about the other woman.

i am wearing a black turtle neck long sleeve, with this leather brown skirt and black tights. my hairs just down and natural, i couldn’t be bothered to style it.

lauren shouts me from downstairs, so i quickly put on my black boots and rush down. “look at you all pretty” she grins, putting her arm around my shoulder as we leave the dorm to make our way to the boys’.

“you look gorgeous as per usual, red lipstick huh?” i say, “wear that for anyone in particular?” i smirk, side eyeing her. she giggled, shaking her head as we rush; the brisk air getting to us both. we get closer to the dorm and i feel anxiety pool in my stomach, knowing that my ‘best friend’ will be there.

lauren knocks before entering, both of us taking off our coats and shoes before going through to the kitchen. it’s unfair, they were blessed with a huge dorm.

walking through, i sit and look at them all piled around the kitchen counter, pouring all kinds of drinks. i walk up behind tae and wrap my arms around his neck the best i could and squeezing him.

his head shoots around with a big grin, “there she is!” he says, squeezing me back. “missed you” he says pulling back as i giggle. “missed you tae”.

i greet the other boys, noticing someone’s missing from the table. i look around, before my eyes lock onto him curled onto the sofa. but he’s not alone, she’s here. the familiar feeling of my heart dropping happened again, my hands feeling numb.

she’s leaned on his chest, playing with his fingers as he sits there looking irritatingly handsome. then, he look up at me, face softening. i play with my fingers, quickly turning around and avoiding his gaze. lauren looks at me apologetically, “i didn’t know she would be here, im so so so sorry” she mumbles, holding my shaking hands in hers.

“it’s okay, i’m fine” i whisper. she furrows her eyebrows, unsure with my reply. i breathe in, rushing over to the table again to grab a glass of wine. i drink it quite fast, setting down my glass ready for a re fill. i’ll probably regret this.

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later into the night, i’m definitely drunk. normally drinking will improve my mood, make me forget about things. but they’re right in front of me. it’s all i can think about, it’s making me feel even worse.

i walk out of the living room, putting my glass on the side and filling it up with some of jungkooks white wine.

“you’ve drank a lot tonight, you might have a headache tomorrow” i hear from behind me, the familiar voice i haven’t heard in weeks. i stopped pouring, breathing in as he walks around to the other side of the kitchen counter, leaning his elbows on it as he looks at me worried.

“are you okay?” he says softly. i scoff, angrily screwing the lid back on the wine.

“now you care if i’m okay? after ignoring me for weeks?” i say, my voice shaky. he sighed, “i didn’t want to do that” he mumbled.

“then why did you? i understand if you’re all lovesick and happy but i thought you’d at least have the decency to tell me and at least not cut me out after like 15 years?” i say, my emotions pooling out, the wine making me not care what i’m saying. “i mean, i already don’t like that you’re with someone else- but it makes it worse that you’re supposed to be my best friend and you’re just ignoring me” i sigh, taking another sip of wine.

he furrows his eyebrows at my comment, looking up at me.

“that’s not what’s happening” he says, walking around and trying to take the glass away from me. i let him, feeling defeated and tired.

“then what’s happening, jimin? because you’re hurting me” i whisper, my eyes pooling with fresh tears.

“the last thing i wanted to do is hurt you” he says, looking at me with sad eyes. “i just, i can’t tell you now” he admits, looking down and a little embarassed. i sniffed, causing his head to shoot up from my little cry.

“well, you come tell me whenever you’d like - okay. i’ll just keep hurting and lounge in my dorm miserably whilst you curl up in bed with her, but sure. whenever you’re ready” i say, stepping away and walking towards the door as tears fall down my face. i shut the door behind me, quickly walking down the street.

“y/n! y/n wait!” i hear lauren say, rushing after me. i turn back, feeling bad when i see her holding both of our bags and coats.

“you don’t have to come back with me, please just enjoy your night with namjoon” i say, taking my coat and bag and pushing hers back to her.

“no if you need me then-”

“i-i’m okay, i need a night alone. please, have a nice night with him, okay?” i say, smiling through the tears to her. she smiled back, “okay, but you call me if you need me okay?” she says, to which i nod. i hug her quickly, mumbling an i love you before walking back to our dorm. i keep hearing my phone buzz in my pocket.

once i’m inside, changed into comfier clothes and curled up in my bed, i check the text messages.

jimin🧸: i’m so sorry

jimin🧸: i didn’t mean to hurt you like this, the way i’ve gone about this is horrible and i’m so sorry

jimin🧸: i love you im sorry

jimin🧸: please reply to me, let me know you got home safe

jimin🧸: i’m going to break things off with her, and then come over to you, you deserve a proper explanation, i’ll be there soon

i quickly panic, realising he sent these a while ago now and that means he could be here soo- i hear a knock on the door, and a call for my name. i recognise the voice almost immediately. i sigh, standing up and walking through to the front door.

i open it, to reveal jimin stood there looking stressed. he rushes inside. “i feel like the worst person in the world” he says, covering his face and sitting on the sofa.

i sigh, shutting the door and walking to sit beside him. “it’s okay” i murmur. i don’t feel anything right now, i just feel drained after today. i don’t want to argue with him.

“i just ended things with her” he says, looking over at me with glossy eyes. i furrow my brows, “why did you do that? you seemed to really like her” i say, pulling my legs up to cross them and face him. he does the same.

he shakes his head, wiping a tear from his eyes. “i didn’t. that’s why i had to end it, it wasn’t fair for her” he says, causing me to be even more confused.

“what?” i say, “why wasn’t it fair?”.

“because i was just- i was using her” he admits, pulling at his own dark locks. i can see that has taken a toll on him. he hasn’t got a bad bone in his body, he is the sweetest person i know. “i was using her hoping it would help me get over you” he whispers.

my heart beat fastens, staring at him with gentle eyes. “you like me?” i whisper back, shock settling in my body. i’ve wanted to hear that from him for years now.

“i have for a while now, but i shouldn’t like you because you’re my best friend and you don’t see me that way but-“ i cut him off. leaning forwards i place my hand on the side of his face, turning him to me and connecting my lips to his. he’s shocked at first, but soon melts into it. he hums lightly, his arms hooking around my waist, pulling me closer to him. i pull back, and he has a cute red blush covering his cheeks.

“w-what was that for?” he mumbles, his face still close to mine. i smile softly.

“to show you i feel the same way” i say, taking in a deep breath. “why do you think i reacted that way after seeing you with her? i felt like someone had ripped out my heart”

“you did?” he says, eyes still wide and flushed. i nodded. “i don’t like seeing you with another girl” i say, pouting a little.

“come here” he says, with a smile, motioning to his lap. i listen to him, trying to remain calm as i straddle his lap, his hands set on my hips.

“you won’t have to see me with another girl ever again” he mumbles, pulling me back in. i stop him, “promise?” i say. he grins, “i promise”, before attempting to pull me back in.

i stop him again. “does this mean i’m your girlfriend now?”. he rolls his eyes with an even wider grin,

“yes” he says plainly, “now would you please just kiss me”. i giggle, leaning in and pressing my lips back onto his. he hums happily, wrapping his arms further round mr waist and pulling closer to him.

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i hope this was okay.. i’m still learning and finding my way how to write better so please be aware of that 🧸. love you thankyou for reading <33.

#jimin x reader #park jimin #bts #bts x reader #bangtan #jimin fanfic #bts jimin #jimin x you #jimin x y/n

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Dunno if you’re a caratstay like me but…. Just IMAGINE a bangchan x seungcheol threesome🥵🥵 ugh my two fav leaders EVER! also my biases from their respective groups!🥰 bangchan and coups BEST LEADERS!!! >.< 🥺😖😢💕💓💗💖💘💞💕💘💖💗💖

but goodness that’d be SO intense. im usually a soft stan but sometimes all I want is for two sexy, masculine, muscular, virile men like them to RAVISH my fragile holes and devour the hell out of me until i reach transcendental states and I can’t walk the next day 🥺 and then they carry me around like a bride and tell me that im such a good girl to them 🥺

imagine that bangchan is your sweet, wholesome husband. and single dad!seungcheol as his lovely best friend. seungcheol has always had a lowkey crush on you since chan introduced you to him. and he was a little sad that channie found u first. but he always remained happy for the two of you even after marriage. he never wants to start drama, come across as creepy, or interfere with anyone’s happiness. one day, seungcheol finally has the guts to tell him this and bangchan smiles, appreciating his honesty. the conversation goes on for a while. eventually, it turns rated r and that’s when bangchan has a lightbulb moment - a threesome!!!!

once you come home after a long day of shopping with ur besties (and using chan’s credit card to buy everything😉), he talks to you about the visit seungcheol made earlier that day and everything that went down. he asks about the possibility of a threesome. hearing such raunchy words exit his mouth gives u the goosebumps. you respect seungcheol and would trust him to have safe, loving sex with u and chan. and u are completely down for it…

cheol visits your guys’ house every few days and takes things slowly. chan and cheol want to make sure that you’re safe and don’t get hurt 🥺 massaging your body with almond oil and kissing you all over…and then experimenting with fingering, toys, and oral on you, and eventually getting rougher as time goes by 🤭

you love the feeling of two hot dilfs treating you like a princess and tell you that you’re such an amazing, obedient little angel for being able to take two cocks at the same time 🥰 cheol in your mouth and chan in your pussy. two wholesome dilfs who transform into ravenous beasts whenever they’re in bed with you….always wearing pretty pink lingerie that makes you seem innocent…yet not so innocent…..you’re a delectable little sweetheart to them. they’d worship your body like a goddess and revere you like there’s no tomorrow…

and sometimes they say things like “i guess our princess can’t decide whose cock she likes better. what a sweet little cockslut” or “our cute angel has become such a nymphomaniac for her two daddies huh?”

constantly inundating you with intense orgasms and pleasure from all directions 🥰 and WHEW just the sight of the three of their sweaty naked sexy bodies makes me so .... 🥵

And then the aftercare😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫them turning all soft and nurturing again😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫telling u that you did so well and then massaging ur body and taking care of u the next day cuz they KNOW you’re gonna be sore

I am actually a caratstay and I am very much devastated by this ask because BESTIE???

*clears throat* I think we reached the point where me, a fellow writer, can’t even write any single thoughts because this is just TOO MUCH (/pos). So here’s some of my thoughts you might wanna read because I am just full of ~horny thoughts~ where Bangchan gives you some time alone to explore yourself with Seungcheol (without intention of crossing the boundaries) :

Bangchan is mostly a soft dom, that’s very true, but when it comes to Seungcheol A means A and B means B. Bangchan still gives you the space to be a brat and just taming you in the softest way possible, but Seungcheol? Do it as he says or you won’t get what you want. Pretty strict with his rules which is also agreed by you and full of your consent of course. This makes you thrilled in some way *evil laugh*

Touching you with delicacy is what Bangchan always does but with Seungcheol he will shove your head on the bed, back’s arching to him as he is thrusting his hip from the back. Even if the pace is kinda rough, Seungcheol is still considering the gentleness in his moves (yeah talk about that to the bruises in your hips lololol)

Lots dirty talk and degrading is what Seungcheol loves. This is quite the opposite of Bangchan—which he is just really love praising—and he likes it when you talk back, it makes something inside of him very excited. “Yeah? Look now who’s aching for my cock” “you dirty slut, say it. Say my name” while exactly pounding into without mercy.

Sometimes he is just making Chan’s ego in the edge of the downfall because look at him. Very cocky and shit. “Look, Chan, look at how pathetic she is” and a lot of smirks when he watches you and Chan fucking each other.

He is kind of hesitant about aftercare at first because this is out of his capabilities right? But his leader self is saying the otherwise. He will give you water and let you pee, then he will run you a bath. He brushes your hair of course! He won’t leave any marks on you besides the one at your hips because of his hands—he does that to respect Bangchan. Or, the marks on your neck because of his fingers when he is fucking your throat with his cock. Or on your buttcheeks because he can’t help but spank you. But he will be glad to see how you marked his body *wink*

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #seventeen smut #seventeen hard thoughts #svt smut #svt hard thoughts #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #scoups smut #GAHHHDAMNNNSSS

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sunsetling-12 · 2 years

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im back for more ;)

steve and robin headcanons

steve came up with 'bob'/'bobbi' as a nickname for her

robin pretends to hate it for about a week

she calls him 'stevie', he still pretends to hate it

robin can pretty much open the jars, kill the ugly insects and spiders and reach everything in the pantry but she doesn't want to put an effort, so steve does it

he still doesn't know she can do it all and she's not about to say the truth anytime soon

steve taught her how to swim (or rather he taught her how not to drown if throw in a body of water)

he's also trying to teach her how to drive, but neither of them trust robin's coordination

they're both touched starved

so they're always like... holding hands, hugging, cuddling, can't keep their hands off each other and all that jazz

(no wonder people think they're dating)

they have sleepovers at least once a week, when steve's parents and robin's mother (disclaimer: this is based on the fanfic im writing, in it robin's parents are divorced, she lives with her mom, who's a nurse) are not around, they basically live together

mainly on steve's house because its bigger

and he had a double bed, which is more comfortable to sleep in than robin's twin sized one

not that it really matters because they end up cuddling in one side of the bed anyway

(steve is the big spoon)

(robin complains more than she really hates it)

steve knows how to cook whatever he wants, but can't bake to save his life

robin does the baking

(they have to balance each other)

at least once every fifteen days steve hosts a dnd/movie night for the party, of course robin is around and of course dustin is still trying to make them admit their 'feelings' for each other

robin is working on coming out for the party, but she's not ready yet, so steve just brushes dustin off

steve says 'i love you' first

robin can't say it because she has trauma™️

(of course its platonically, dont know if ive to make it more clear)

their movie nights (just the two of them) consists mostly of kids' movies, no one has to know

steve likes mint choco ice cream, robin thinks its a sin

robin eats every raw dough in existence, steve thinks this is a sin

they had one major fight because steve didn't really understood that they liking girls didn't make their situation about having a crush the same

and another one because robin doesn't understand why steve still likes nancy after the disaster of the halloween party (sorry stancy shippers, i love nancy but them as a couple are bad)

they spend three days without talking to each other after those arguments but eventually sorted it out

they're both each other's favorite person

#steve and robin #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and robin headcanons #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #some more headcanons for yall :)#platonic love #really i need more platonic love in media #steve and robin are my everything

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sollattes · 9 months

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Some poly todoroki faction heacanons<3

-First off tsuji and Shiba were dating way before todoroki entered their lives

-it was a love at first punch(or kick?)

-when todoroki was realising his feeling for the two, MY GUY WAS HAVING AN IDENTITY AND SEXUAL CRISIS AT THE SAME TIME(a very very angsty part of dororki's life) so he avoided them :)

-they're confession towards each other was... interesting

-it was a frustrated and confused confession like I mean shouting at each other in the rain for dramatics (unfortunately, no, their confession did not happen in the rain 😔)

-there confession happened after a fight, so all three of them were tired, on edge, and the tensions were high

-todoroki was about to leave after silently making sure the two was okay but he was stopped by tsuji was the one who was fed up and asked todoroki what was his problem after a 3 week long of avoiding them, Shiba wanted to stop his boyfriend but ended up just letting him be since he too was confused and frustrated on why the hell their captain was avoiding them, they were supposed to be a team right? He can't just leave them after proving how loyal they were to him, No. Absolutely not

-todoroki was going to ignore all the words that tsuji was shouting, he didn't have the energy to confront them yet, not now, not here, but one sentence made him stop on his tracks

"You really are a coward yosuke"

-it was the first time that either tsuji or Shiba called him by his first name...

-okay moving on ! We'll leave it at that or this will turn into a full blown fic

-in the early stages the relationship todoroki was still confused and how the whole "polyamorous relationship" work, so he ended up staying up all night doing research about like it's a fucking thesis 💀

-the other two didn't really have a hard time accepting it they just kinda knew it all along I guess

-older Shiba knew way before her brother could even tell her and treated todoroki as if he were there all along

-now let's make something clear...PROTECTIVE OF EACH OTHER ASF

-Tsuji and Shiba are more outspoken about them being protective over each other and todoroki mean while todoroki is more quiet and just watching on the side ready to fight for his boyfriends

-Todoroki was always in the hospital taking care of the two when they got beaten up by ebara

-doroki also still gets nightmares from it from time to time

-though the two was pretty upset but mostly worried that doroki went to ebara all alone like what if he got beaten up instead?

-it's not like they dont believe in their boyfriend, I mean he is their captain for a reason but still he is still their boyfriend

-also just because doroki is the captain it doesn't mean that the two cannot spoil and pamper him cause im pretty sure he is the baby girl in the relationship

-TODOROKI BABY GIRL AGENDA✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻

-also HAIRSTYLES

-everytime doroki would mention that he finds a hairstyle or haircolor attractive, you better believe that the other two would go to school, would the said hairstyle or haircolor

-one time, doroki absentmindedly said he finds someone with their hair slicked back attractive, and tsuji went to school with his hair slicked back even though he just had his braids yesterday

-doroki complimented shiba's ginger hair once, and it stayed ginger for a whole 7 months(which is probably the longest since I'm pretty sure these two change their hair every 3-5 months)

-they change their hair pretty often, so you can just picture doroki. It would probably help them

-NO WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE THATS JUST DOMESTIC DBWKSVEOAFNOA

-like todoroki helping Shiba color the places he can't reach then helping tsuji braid his hair while waiting for Shiba's hair then helping Shiba wash the color out then drying his hair(HROWHDORWP THEY R SO WTAF I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE)

-now music, tsuji and Shiba probably listens to like a lot of hip hop/rock or indie rock music while doroki is just plain by listening to opera and classical music

-MANDATORY WEEKLY DATES AT THE MUSIC SHOP

-while, the two are banging their head to nirvana. doroki is listening to the waltz of the flowers

-Shiba is always the one accompanying doroki to the book store, he always enjoys the way doroki lights up every time he sees the book he wanted to buy still there and on sale, and its worth the thousands of yawn that Shiba made since they stepped into the store

-all if three of them have things in each other houses so, ever so randomly, tsuji might just show up in of todoroki or shiba's jacket and vice versa

-tsuji and Shiba purposely hides todoroki's things so he can use theirs ;

Exhibit a:

-them hiding todoroki's body wash so he can use theirs and smell like them

Exhibit b:

-them not washing doroki's spare clothes claiming that they 'forgot' to wash them to see todoroki in their clothes

-the list goes on, and todoroki just pretends to not know since he secretly enjoys it too

-todoroki has a 12 step skin care every Friday night and the two always sleeps through it

-weekend movie nights are a must !!

-todoroki (will always)prefers mystery thriller horror movies than gory the ones, and is secretly a sucker fantasy adventure movies(primarily lord of the rings and Harry Potter, his gay awakening is legolas and Bill weasley), and ofc he made tsuji and Shiba binge watch the whole hp and lotr franchise

-tsuji is kinda stereotypical he likes action but prefers it to be action comedy, and he is the one that prefers gory horror movies, todo and Shiba always lowkey dread every time it's tsuji turn to pick a movie since one time he made them watch the whole saw franchise in one straight weekend and Shiba cried in the bathroom

-SHIBA IS THE ROMCOM CHICK FLICK LOVER. He made todo and tsuji watch all the Amanda bynes and linsey lohan movies( todo secretly likes she's the man but will never tell a single soul)

-the three of them of them watched twilight for shits and giggles but lowkey got into it, tsuji is team edward and shiba is team jacob, todo is neutral and hates Bella and her stupidity so much that he almost lost his calm, disinterested composure

-todo already watched Hunger Games, but still he watched it with the two, and now he can't stop them from doing them. "I VOLUNTEER, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE" joke

(lowkey wanna to make a separate hcs for these three movie nights)

-todoroki is like lowkey rich so he is the one that sponsors the two's hair adventure and hospital bills

-shiba knows all of the sannoh gossip and always has a late night gossip session with his boyfriend

-shiba is the biggest out three, so he always loves to be the big spoon, though from time to time, tsuji would always force(lovingly) him to be the small spoon

#high and low #high and low the worst #todoroki yosuke #tsuji #shibaman #todoroki faction #my beloved poly boys 🫶🏻#high and low the worst cross #high and low fic #forever poly todoroki faction truther✊🏻✊🏻

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Hi Kayla! It's been a million years since we've spoken, so hello I hope yours years have been good since we last talked. I saw your post the other day about the beef fat and the lanolin you've been using for your skin and maybe this is a stupid question, but how exactly do you use it?

Hi! Im so happy to have found you again, thank you for reaching out. I’ve been trying to re-connect with everyone I was close to on here and I’m really glad we can start anew!

Okay lanolin and beef tallow:

TLDR: half a dime sized amount of both, mostly at night, mix in your hands and smear over the whole face.

Breakdown:

1. Both products are very emollient, but surprisingly not very heavy. Neither of them are comedogenic, and after 3 months of usage I’m willing to back that claim. I tried slugging before with a couple of different products but my skin was always like “hm. too much of this.” and started developing weird oily patches and acne around my mouth. With lanolin and tallow, not only has my skin not done that, but the texture has changed significantly for the better and I don’t wake up greasy anymore. I also find that i have to exfoliate my skin LESS now, which was a crazy realization.

That said, you only need a little of each to cover your whole face and neck. Maybe about the size of an aspirin for the beef tallow and half that for the lanolin. Lanolin has the texture of bees wax and beef tallow is about as thick as Vaseline.

2. While the products are “thick” they feel more like an expensive “dry oil” after you’ve rubbed it in. It doesn’t create a gross “layer” the way Vaseline does, but if you touch your face it will feel oily in a way that makes you want to rub it into your hands. THAT SAID, this is not a combo that you can wear well under makeup. The oils will break down the waxes in most lipsticks, concealers and foundations and they will all slide around your face after a while. Which is why I mostly use tallow and lanolin at night.

During the daytime if i am not planning on leaving my house, I will mix a bit of tallow into my palm with a few drops of sunscreen and use that. But if I am, I just stick to sunscreen and makeup then tallow/lanolin at night.

3.Unlike a lot of skincare products, this isn’t a spot treatment sort of situation and the amount you use doesn’t matter so much as you use enough to cover the whole area of interest.

I have also mixed other things into the tallow/lanolin mix in the palm of my hand, depending on what I want.

I’ve done: vitamin C powder, Scar healing ointment and Niacimide. I find it works better when you’re using a serum to apply the serum first then seal with lanolin/tallow, but if its an oil or a powder, to just mix it together with the tallow and slather it on.

I’ve found that most other products seem to work better with the moisture seal of tallow/lanolin than by themselves. But I do have to say, I only use other products every once in a while because I have a specific hyperpigmentation scar issue I’m working on fading. I’m just giving this info because I want you to know that it doesn’t poorly interact with skincare products the way it breaks down makeup.

If you’re interested:

There is a really cool homesteader that documents her refining of tallow that I like to follow:

If you have any more questions, let me know!

Also, just for convenience here is the link to where I bought stuff from: https://www.etsy.com/shop/TraditionalNutrients?ref=yr_purchases

Specifically I ordered the skin cream first in a small size, then I decided to just go with their basic Tallow Spread, which is more bang for your buck and is also not whipped. The only difference I could tell between them is the skin cream is whipped like whipped butter and the other one is an unwhipped jar of tallow with Vaseline like texture.

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untold90210 · 2 years

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The Burning Flames

Relationship: Eddie x Reader

Warning: swearing. violence. Vol 2 spoilers

My Eddie Munson fix it fic because I need it.

Takes place right after the most metal concert ever!

The bats were coming from everywhere. You could hear them slamming themselves against the bedroom door. Dustin was climbing up the sheet rope into the right side world. Eddie had planted himself between you and the door.

Eddie. Oh sweet Eddie. You knew you were screwed from the first time you laid eyes on that man, when Dustin and Max showed up to your door saying they needed help with their friend, and finding him in that boat house. God he was so scared.

You two were inseparable from the moment you awoke to his voice over the walkie talkie one night and ended up talking till the sun started to peak through the windows.

Robin knew the crush you had on him. You think Dustin knew too by the looks he would give you every now and then. Mostly eye rolls as Robin would smirk and try to push you two together. She even tripped you once knowing you would fall straight into Eddies arms. You were a blushing mess but you could have sworn you saw a blush on his cheeks as well.

But here you were in the upside down by his side refusing to leave it.

"Y/N! EDDIE! LETS GO!" Dustin screamed through the gate. You grabbed the sheet rope and started to climb feeling Eddies hands on your hips helping you up.

Once you fell through you watched as Eddie climbed up as well and falling through the gate. You could still hear the bats clawing their way through that bedroom door. Dustin made a run to the front door of Eddies trailer. You were close behind until you noticed Eddie wasn't behind you.

He was staring up at the gate with that look in his eye. His hand reached out for the sheet rope gripping it tightly.

"Eddie! What are you doing?" You asked the fear showing in your voice.

He looked over at you his mouth open like he was trying to speak but nothing was coming out.

"Eddie. Don't you fucking dare." Your words were harsh as you walked over to him with purpose.

"They need us.... I...I have to do this. I have to help them." His voice cracked as he spoke.

You swallowed at the lump in your throat. You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes. He stepped forward his hands cupping your face looking you in the eyes. "Its going to be ok..." He whispered.

"Were not heros Eddie! We run! That's what we do!" Dustin almost screamed from behind you. Eddies eyes didn't leave yours as your tears spilled over and fell down your cheeks. He wiped them away with that smile that always melted your heart.

"Im sorry..." He whispered even softer before leaning in to kiss your lips. He was kissing you. God he was finally kissing you. Your first and God Pease don't be the last kiss.

Before you knew it he was up that rope and into the upside down.

"EDDIE! STOP NO PLEASE!" you screamed up at him grabbing the rope and starting to climb. Dustin on your heels screaming up at him. And there it was. The rope was cut. You fell on your feet holding onto the rope crying looking up as Eddie moved the mattress and ran away from your vision.

"SHIT! FUCKING SHIT!" Dustin swore grabbing his head still screaming at the gate. Nope no. He was not doing this. If he was going to fight he sure as hell is not going to do it alone.

Your eyes searched the room. Chair. You grabbed it setting it under the gate. "Stay here!" You spoke to Dustin. He looked sick at just the thought.

You backed up as far as you could before jumping up onto the chair and up grabbing the side of the gate. You screamed trying to pull yourself through. It took everything you had.

Once you did you fell straight onto your back knocking the wind out of your lungs. You gasped for air grabbing your chest as your eyes came to focus to Dustin trying to jump to the gate.

Pulling yourself up you ran to the open door. "EDDIE!" you looked around not seeing anything. "FUCK!" Your back was screaming at you but you didn't care. You ran towards the sound of the bats. "EDDIE!!"

There he was. In the middle of a swam of bats. You panicked.

Old man Jimmys shed. OLD MAN JIMMYS SHED! There it was. Right infront of you. Why didn't you think of this before?! That old man was always ranting and raving about his flame thrower he swore up and down he had but never wanted to show anyone in fear of it being taken away or stolen.

"IM COMING EDDIE!!" you screamed sprinting to the shed. FUCK a pad lock. 2 pad locks! Shovel! You grabbed the shovel that was leaning against the shed and started smashing it onto the locks. 1 broken. And 2! Yes!

"Please be in here. For everything that is holy be in here!" You threw open the doors. And there it was. Locked and loaded. "Thank God"

Pulling it on you ran. You ran as fast as you could with that thing on your screaming back. Making it to the swam of bats you could see Eddie trying his best to fight them off. He didnt even know you there.

A tail wrapped around his neck slamming him to the ground. "EDDIE!" you screamed as you finally made it close enough.

Heat. Angry heat whipped across your face as the flames came spitting out. You screamed as you aimed it at the swam making sure not to get Eddie. "COME ON YOU BASTARDS!"

They were screeching in pain, in flames. FUCK the gas was running out and the flames were getting smaller. Before you knew it. They all just fell at once. You didn't understand. It was like it was a miracle.

You could hear Eddie gasp for air. You dropped the flame thrower. "EDDIE!"

You ran to him your eyes checking his body making sure he was ok. His eyes were wide in shock as you fell on your knees on either side of his hips. You bent down hands grabbing the sides of his face. Tears steamed down your face. "Are you ok?!"

He nodded still in shock. Your hands ran down his chest making sure he wasn't lying. You gripped his vest pulling him up into a sitting position. You smacked his chest.

"Don't you ever do that again Eddie munson!" You cried hitting his chest again. "I just got you Eddie! You, you cant just" you broke out into a sob unable to keep talking. His hands that were gripping your hips reached up and cupped your face.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He spoke, You could see the tears in his eyes. You just shook your head. There it was again. That kiss. Those lips you thought you would never be able to feel again. Your arms wrapped around his neck loosely making sure not to hurt him.

When he pulled away he chuckled. "Old man Jimmys flame thrower huh?" You couldn't help but chuckle as well as you nodded.

"EDDIE! Y/N!" You both look into the distance seeing Dustin limp your way.

Eddie grabbed your chin turning your head towards him again. He shook his head with that smile before kissing you again and whispered against your lips.

"Lets go home..."

#eddie munson #fix it fic #stranger things #jospeh quinn #still crying #just ugh

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goldshadowsarchive · 2 years

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@pizzalegacy : kate has died (apparently im in an angst mood) angst o’ clock / accepting

the news reach him. his heart shatters. a wave of grief rushed through him and his stomach turned as if someone had just punched him in the gut. his breathing turned sharp, shallow and uncontrolled which was soon followed by bursting into tears. he doesn’t remember much from it anymore. he remembers racing thoughts but the words being stuck in his throat. he remembers his legs eventually giving in under him and sophia just barely catching him. sometime after that he must have passed out from exhaustion. only to wake up a couple of hours later and realize this whole thing all over again.

he had spent the next couple of days leading up to the funeral in bed. not a word has been spoken since they told him. there was no reason. the one person he wanted to talk to was gone after all. the pillow on her side still smelled like her which he’s been hugging tightly every waking second. any food they had brought him had been ignored, his stomach was still in knots. the day of the funeral, tony quite literally had to drag him out of bed. they’d asked him if he wanted to say something but he was well aware he wouldn’t get out a single word if he had to stand up there. not for lack of words to describe or memorize kate but because he would choke if he tried to voice what he’s always felt for her. long after the service was over, he still stood by her grave. he couldn’t get himself to walk away. switching from brooding to crying and back and forth. angry at himself he couldn’t protect her from this. angry at the people who were responsible for her death. mourning not just kate herself but also the time they wouldn’t get to spend together. only as it started to rain was he once more dragged away from the scene.

the days, weeks, after that all blurred together. mostly spend sleeping to avoid the reality of it all because there were little reminders of her everywhere around him. her toothbrush in his apartment. some of her clothes mixed in with his laundry. strands of her hair between his sheets. the kardashians suddenly became something ironically bitter when he saw them on tv. the texts she had sent him the morning it happened. her message when he reached the voice mail. instagram reminding him of picture anniversaries. as much as he wanted to forget and be numb ... his heart was aching for all the little details she’s hiding in. while at first these things only bring pain, he’ll come to realize they serve as reminders. little memories tucked in the back of his mind, making sure she will never be forgotten.

#connections. / harley and kate. / pizzalegacy.#pizzalegacy #conversations. / harley.

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leoxxii · 4 months

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so yesterday on my walk i was thinking bc you know like. mental health walks or whatever. technically mine are more physical health walks bc i dont get much activity time but whatever not the point.

so i was thinking about like. ok im not lonely but its like. i have a lonely existence. i dont feel lonely or alone but like, objectively i am, if that makes sense??

i dont really have friends. like i have mutuals on here but we dont really talk and tbh its like, definitely my fault for that. and i was thinking about how ive basically NEVER had friends. like i had "friends" when i was in preschool in kindergarten, but they were more just classmates than anything else. we didnt hang out after school or do playdates or anything like that. i was never anyone's first or even second choice for anything. i only got invited to stuff the entire class did.

and my family like moved a lot. at some point we moved back and i went to that same school again and even though my class like, recognized and remembered me, they all like... moved on. nobody wanted to be my friend anymore. and once again i think it was on me.

and i dont think im an asshole or anything like that, i think im just. boring. im quiet and boring. i dont do anything, my ideal day would revolve around me being completely alone. i dont dislike people, but im so far away from being a people person that its like. ruining my relationships?

and i was on my walk and i realized that like. i know lots of people. no scratch that probably everyone has felt out of place at least once in their life. but i genuinely feel like i have never fit in. and i think its bc so much of life and society and everything puts emphasis on social activity. and i just like,,, cant do it.

i dont like talking. like, i CAN. if i really really try i can force conversation, i can force myself to go along with things, but i basically never initiate conversation bc i just. i dont like it. i like silence and gift giving and actions to show love. ive never been one to say anything to signify my thoughts or feelings. its like... my family are the only ones im comfortable enough around to talk to, and even then its mostly just my sister and dad. and its definitely a rare thing. only when im really invested in whatever someone else is talking it.

but like. so much of friendship and just humans in general require TALKING. i cant be friends with someone i dont ever reach out first. i cant be friends with someone i dont talk to. thats just sort of how it seems to work. and ive never been that guy. ive always been told i was a quiet kid, that i was a horrible conversationalist, that i was too shy. and like i am i guess anxious around people a bit. but i dont know if i ever was shy. i think i just didnt like talking. thats just like. who i am as a person.

i do like my internal dialogue. like, im not just sitting in complete silence all the time. i just am content with my own company. i think. maybe thats why reading and writing are so important to me? i can write and write and write about the thoughts in my head but i hate trying to voice them to another person. talking into the void like this feels so much easier. maybe im just bad with people and i need practice. i dont know. but i think im just,,, not cut right for what the world wants a person to be. i dont feel like a social animal. i mean, id probably get lonely if i WAS fully alone. this isnt like some weird alpha man who needs nobody and cant rely on anything kind of thing. i know im probably just taking what i have now for granted. but. hm.

so its like. its weird. i cant do small talk, i cant fake laugh, i never have anything to talk about. i dont DO anything, because ive always been content being by myself. i need a couple hours of silence and alone time every day or i get stressed and miserable. and i know i need to just get over it and TALK to people and reach out first sometimes and actually be a person. but it feels so. impossible. its like im just bad it. i do a bad job at existing around people. is this just normal introvert behavior and im just stuck around extroverts my entire life? does everyone feel like this? is everyone just faking it forever? at my old job, people started to not like me and look annoyed whenever i showed up, because i didnt talk to them and was too quiet. i answered with yes and okay to most things and that was it. i just worked in silence the rest of the time. everyone else didnt like that. they wanted to talk to me. i made no friends. i barely made acquaintances. i feel like im just doing this whole thing wrong, but its like. i feel bad about not talking bc other people want me to. i dont WANT to talk more. im fine with this little bubble im in. it just sucks that i feel like im making other people feel upset or disliked or unwanted when thats not true!! i like being around people, most of the time, and i dont mind being talked AT. i just. i dont want to HAVE to add more things in just for the sake of talking.

i dont know. i forgot most of what i was thinking. this is mostly just like a dump of words and thoughts. ive been weird the past couple days. but whatever. i wont even delete this!! its just void talk anyways. its not even talk. im just typing to nobody. maybe its the expectations. god i dont even know anymore. tumblr's starting to lag from all this text i think. does any of this even makes sense?? i dont know if im like. articulating it well. as i said im not good with this kind of stuff.

ok well thats out of my system for now i think. bye void

#cw vent #not really but i guess it is maybe? tagging anyways #so like i dont have a pointwith any of this just like. i guess i realized im keeping a lot of stuff internalized and typung it out might #might help #and u know the whole. not talking thing. so im just gonna start dumping my thoughts on here #i mean its my blog. i can feelings dump on here #so thats. yeah. ok typung is getting very laggy and broken now im gonna stop

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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when you start writing for ushijima >>>>>>>>>>>>>

can you tell im begging?

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inevitable | u. wakatoshi

➳ tags ;; fluff n smut, getting together, first times together, unprotected sex, intentional lower case 18+

➳ wc ;; 1.9k (WHAT THE FUCK)

➳ a/n ;; ask n u shall recieve (i had rlly bad brainrot tn actually)

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if you had to describe ushijima wakatoshi in one word, you think the word you would chose is inevitable.

in·ev·i·ta·ble | /inˈevidəb(ə)l/ adjective certain to happen; unavoidable

of all the ways you could describe a person, it's probably not the best word. you could think of a laundry list of other ones to describe - really. hard-working, dependable, strong-willed, mindful, cautious. he's a lot of things and you think that's why he's so good at what he does. he's powerful but he he's brilliant at where he uses that power.

you would also use words like that to describe him, if you had too. if you had to give someone the run-down of wakatoshi - you could probably give them a whole speech about his accolades. he's probably the kindest person you know and he does that mostly on accident. he helps little old ladies carry groceries and lets your niece climb his arms like monkey bars with the most plain look on his face.

he's a lot of things - funny on accident, charming on purpose. but of all the things he is - to you, the thing he is most, is inevitable.

it's not hard for you to admit that you weren't exactly.. welcoming to ushijima when you first met him. you were a barista and he was well.. a big, pro-athlete who came to buy straight dark coffee every morning. after his work-outs (or what you figured was workouts since he always looked pretty sweaty) he bought himself precisely one pastry and a bottle of water and went about his day.

and it went like that for months. obviously you found him handsome - the way you could basically autopilot your shifts but completely broke down when he was there was evidence of that. he was tall, broad, handsome and nice. the kind of man who meets your grandmother, you think.

he always asked about you and you gave him short answers. too nervous to elaborate but he made you anyways, somehow and some way. and he comes back to you every week with details of your life you'd only mention in passing. he'd chuckle - a soft little smile at the way your eyes went wide. for someone so dense, he wasn't all that out of touch when it came to you. one morning your hands trembling just a little more than normal when you hand him back his change

(he tells you later he paid in cash just to see you stumble)

and he asks you with a plain look. observant.

"do i make you nervous?"

that's when you knew, really. you stood no chance against the all-consuming force that was and is ushijima wakatoshi. the subtlety and nuance in all of his actions left you worse for wear and any suspicions you had about how he might be treating you were to be confirmed much later down that line.

he's dense in the same way avocadoes are fruit. it's true, technically - but in a lot of ways and functionally it's just not the same. you think that the better word to use for him is selectively intelligent - like he doesn't bother thinking about anything that doesn't interest him for more than two minutes. but on the rare occasion it does interest him, i.e how you interest him - he becomes some kind of expert.

you've always been a little stubborn when it came to love. heartbreak does that to you - and you were overly cautious with ushijima. you let your heart walk on eggshells. you didn't let his gestures or touches or glances mean anything to you. you didn't let yourself be swayed by the smell of his cologne - sweet and woodsy on the back of your throat. not by the way he placed his hand on your lower back to walk past you on days off.

and when he took you out, to see the movies and stargaze, you told yourself it isn't a date. you tried your best really. because there is something really unbelievable about ushijima wakatoshi liking you - beyond the fact that he's some pro-athlete.

there's something about him that's a little unreal. not that he's perfect, but that all of his flaws make him more attractive. it almost bothers you but he doesn't seem to understand when you give him those lengthy explanations. hands making all types of gestures, flustered as he smiles. he doesn't take anything from your little lecture that day, just gives you a once over as he drives you home.

"oh, so you find me attractive?"

you didn't stand a chance. he was, and is, inevitable. everything about him has this powerful but subtlety all-consuming nature to him. you think the best way to think of it is like letting yourself float. the way you release the weigh in your body and inevitable give into letting it hold you. even if waves came - you'd probably stay in that state.

ushijima is like that. a constant presence and overwhelming force. you get swayed without even thinking. he could probably become president, if he really wanted. lucky for everyone else, he just wants to play volleyball. you think that it's a shame in equal parts that it's a gift but you digress.

the point is that you could never really be away from ushijima. and as hard as you tried to avoid the growing affection - you find that ushijima is always a few steps ahead. always reaching far beyond you with big, strong hands.

you try so hard, to avoid the inevitable. you do it with your whole soul. you're honestly just.. intimated. you've never felt something like him before - not once in your whole life. you're afraid of what'll happen when you succumb to the waves so you dodge the deep sea for weeks and weeks.

he found you after your shift one day after 3 weeks of dry texting and avoided phone calls. wearing a suit and a purple shirt and a nice watch, he has flowers too. and you're in.. a barista uniform with tousled everything and smudged mascara.

inevitable is really the only word. as you stop dead in your tracks, and as ushijima pulls you aside with the mostly gentlemanly smile. you kind of wanna cry when you look at him.

"i've waited a long time but i don't think i can much longer,"― he shifts a little. he almost looks nervous - it's the first time you've ever seen him look anything but overwhelmingly confident ― "i like you and i'd like to be with you,"

he doesn't really offer you much other than a confession and his hands. the frustrating thing is that he doesn't need to. it's the first time he's seen you cry but he handles you well, does it easily like he does everything else. like somehow he's just good at it, soothes you while you sob into his chest and melt into his presence and let yourself fall underwater.

in a probably not so surprising turn of events, you find that ushijima fucks with the same approach that he does most other things.

with careful consideration that seems effortlessly. it makes you feel a little hopeless that he feels good at everything. even at comforting you.

the first time you have sex, you take off his shirt for him. and he takes your hand and puts it up to his chest. gives you the most gentle look. his heart-beat is rapid.

"you make me .. nervous too. just so you know,"

the one thing about ushijima is that everything about him is big and wide and broad. he kisses you like he's trying to circle the solar system - there's a slowness to it. a vastness as he has you seated in his lap with his hands exploring up your body. his hands are everywhere. he's good with them. not too gentle but not too rough as the spread your thighs open.

he cups your pussy and it fits in his whole palm. his middle finger teases your slit as his kisses travel south, down your jaw and onto your neck. they latch onto your chest with a little breathless sigh - like he can't even breathe. it makes you clench when he talks to you - raspy.

"you're.... beautiful,"

he makes you shy. so shy as you lean forward a little and rock into his hand - a burning need nipping at you. and his eyes widen and his cock stiffens and his breath hitches and you think this is the first time you've caught him off-guard before. you wanna bask in it but you're too desperately so you latch onto his lips again.

ushijima does everything right. with knowledge in it. he kisses you and sucks on your tits and plays with your clit with this.. knowing. he likes seeing you fall apart he thinks. he likes how you get when he takes it much slower than he needs too - how he drags you through one orgasm to another with this lithe. he lets you lean over his shoulder when he fingers you - and his two fingers stretch you out like four of your own.

his cock is big. bigger than you think any person could ever take. you stare at it for a long while, gaping at it. your hands barely fit around it and that image burns itself into ushijimas brain like a permanent memory. your mouth falls open and your eyes look hazy and ushijima thinks that he's never wanted to be inside of something so bad before.

"it's so big," ― you whisper, hoarse ― "i-it won't fit,"

"i'll make it fit," ― is his only reply, kissing the crown of your head ― "sit tight,"

he does, by the way. make it fit. he makes it fit good - makes it stretch your pussy out but you don't feel like you'll break. there's a little pressure inside, and your clit swells with desire and blood - but it fits. and his eyes are glued to the way your cute little cunt seems to be swallowing him like it's nothing. it's enough to make him lose his mind.

"c-can i move?"

you nod and he does. slow at first. he draws the noise from you - a slow and soft moan leaving your lips as he drags his cock in and out of you. but it gets faster, goes much faster than you thought it could.

eventually he has you bouncing in his lap, on his cock, with such force that you feel like you can't breathe. it feels unbelievable, sets off a supernova in your gut like at any moment you could come undone. you feel like you're breaking and ushijima doesn't help, soft grunts and whispered affections.

"you're so beautiful," and "im so happy" that make you feel dizzy. you'd probably give him anything he asks for. he bounces you on his cock and lets his thumb just rest on your clit and you're so close you can almost taste it.

"cum for me," ― like he's begging ― "please,"

what choice do you have anyways? you cum on his cock with a silent scream, like your voice is tearing a blackhole into space and you shudder while he holds you in place. he finishes only seconds afterwards.

"did it feel good?"

you give him a wide-eyed look. he's dense at times. you don't know how to hate him for it so you just sigh and nod, cozying to him.

"y..yeah,"

he kisses your forehead, sweaty and tired.

"good,"

yeah. you were right.

you never had a single chance of winning against him.

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#WHY DID THIS GET SO LONG WHAT THE FUCK #return to sender #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #prettyboy.thirsts #formal #writing tag #IM GONNA BE SICK HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN #haikyuu smut #ushijima smut

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HI, I discover your blog and i really love it. i dont know if youre already done it but could you do how the slasher would react to dreaming about they killed their s/o and wake up finding his s/o peacefully asleep next to them? im pretty curious (and sorry for my english :,3)

The Slashers having a dream were they kill you:

Thomas Hewitt

It was horrible and he woke up feeling sick.

In the dream you had been terrified of him, pleading with him to let you go, but you didn’t seem to recognise him. He didn’t recognise you either, you were just the next victim in the basement. Just a job. He woke up just as his dream self killed you.

He panicked, suddenly terrified of losing you, needing to see you.

But there you were, where you always were at night, practically laying on his chest, sleeping peacefully. You even had a small smile on your face. Nothing like in the dream.

He didn’t want to wake you, he knew it was just a dream but it had really shaken him. So, he just wrapped his arms around you tighter, holding you close and refusing to let go as he buried his face into your hair.

He loved you so much, he didn’t want you to get hurt, and the thought of being the thing that hurt you killed him inside.

“Tommy, are you alright?” you asked quietly, barely even awake. Still, it made him jump a little, he didn’t mean to wake you.

He just nodded, making you smile to yourself as you cuddled up to him some more, placing a light kiss on his chest before falling back to sleep.

Michael Myers

He hadn’t even realised it was a dream at first, he was stalking a house like he usually did, targeting the person inside. But then he realised that the house was his own, the one he now shared with you, and the victim inside was you. That didn’t seem to stop him though, he found his way into the house, taking you by surprise and driving his knife into your stomach.

You had looked up at him with wide eyes, hands clutching his arms. “Michael?” you sounded scared, betrayed...it wasn’t an image he would soon forget.

But then he woke up, finding himself in your shared bedroom, looking up at the ceiling of the dimly lit room.

It felt so...real...

He sat up and looked down at your place on the bed, finding you sleeping peacefully, unaware of the inner turmoil he was feeling. He did not like this feeling.

Killing somebody had never once left a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but this did. If he killed you, you would be gone forever, and that was something that unsettled him more than he would like to admit.

You were sleeping deeply, so he luckily didn’t wake you up. He didn’t want to have to explain himself to you if you found him laying back down, shifting closer, and wrapping an arm around you, holding your body closer to his. He focused on your breathing and your warmth.

Maybe he was only just realising it but now, for once, he had something to lose.

Jason Voorhees

The dream was horrible. The scream, the blood, your limp body. You had been so afraid, so afraid of him, and he had killed you mercilessly, something he couldn’t even consider doing in reality. You had screamed before choking as the machete hit you. Jason had lowered you to the ground, your hand raising and leaving a bloody handprint on his mask before falling limp, the light leaving your eyes. You were gone...

And that was when Jason woke up, eyes wide and panicked.

The first thing he did was look for you, reaching out to touch you. Finding you sleeping soundly in his embrace.

You were here, alive and happy. Sleeping by his side, completely unafraid of him.

He didn’t want to wake you, he just wanted to hold you. So, he did.

He couldn’t help but tear up as he held you. It had all felt so real, for a moment he really thought he had lost you and it was painful, it had broken his heart before he realised that none of it was real. He wouldn’t be able to get that vision out of his head, of him stained in your blood...

You would wake up the next morning held in a tight embrace with Jason’s face buried in your hair, refusing to let you go.

Brahms Heelshire

In the dream, you had been busy and he was having a tantrum. You tried to shush him while getting on with the work you needed to do, but you kept denying him, ignoring him, telling him to give you a moment. Then you shouted at him. And then there was blood...so much blood. One moment Brahms had stabbed you, the next he was trying to stop the bleeding, begging you to stop. He couldn’t stop it, and he saw you die.

He woke up, shooting up straight in the bed, breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

He was absolutely panicked. He hadn’t done that right? No, he couldn’t do that!

Frantically looking around, he saw you sleeping beside him, having clearly been disturbed by his sudden movement.

You woke up a little, sleepily asking if he was okay. He swallowed the lump in his throat before laying back down, cuddling up to you, holding you like his own personal teddy bear.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I’ll be good” Brahms promised you, the pain obvious in his voice.

“Of course you wouldn’t, Brahms. You’re a good boy. Why are you saying these things?” you asked but he just buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Bad dream?” you asked and he nodded. You sighed before petting his hair, slowly lulling him back to sleep before joining him.

The next day he would be on his absolute best behaviour, he couldn’t do enough for you. He would also be extra clingy, not letting you out of his sight for a moment.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had his fair share of bad dreams, he just wasn’t very open about them, but you knew. This dream was different though, it wasn’t about his childhood, it was of present day. He was taunting you as you begged him to let you go, promising to do whatever he wanted, asking him why he was doing this. But he only laughed at you, not caring, all before killing you. Watching the life leave your eyes as you reached out to hold onto him, your hand wrapping tightly around his wrist as you feel to the ground.

Bo woke up suddenly with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. It was a dream, he reminded himself, chastising himself for being so pathetic.

Then he felt you shift beside him, moving closer and getting his attention. Bo looked down at you and slowly felt that feeling in his chest fade, replaced by warmth.

You were alive and well, and sleeping peacefully right beside him.

He wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle up to him some more.

He wasn’t going to wake you up because he didn’t was to share the dream with you, not just yet anyway.

For now, he was quite happy to just lay with you and hopefully get some more sleep.

Vincent Sinclair

Everything had happened so fast in the dream. A new group of victims had come into town and Bo had sent him after them. He did, as he always did, finally catching up to the last victim, stabbing them, killing them. Only then did he realise that it was you, looking up at him in horror, your blood coating his hands.

Vincent woke up breathing heavily, eye wide as he tried to ground himself back in reality.

He instantly looked to you, gradually calming down as he watched your body rise and fall with steady breaths.

He didn’t want to wake you up or disturb you, he just needed some comfort.

He carefully shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and pressing his chest to your back, nuzzling his face against your hair.

He felt a tear threatening to fall and he just allowed it, as long as he was quiet as to not wake you.

All he wanted right now was to hold you and calm down. Everything would be alright in the morning, he knew that.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had a bad dream every now and again, just like everyone else, but they had mostly stopped since you started sharing a bed with him. Tonight seemed to be an exception. Lester never did the killing, he brought the victims to the brothers. This was no different. He had taken you into town, handed you right over to the twins, even when you begged him not too, both of you knowing what your fate would be. As Bo walked you away, followed by Vincent, you had looked back at Lester, begging him one more time, a look of complete betrayal and heartbreak on your face.

Lester startled awake, breathing heavily and sweating slightly.

His sudden movement woke you up, making you roll over to face him, rubbing your face sleepily. “Lester? You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just a bad dream...you’re okay, right?” Lester assured you, looking over you as if checking for any injuries.

“Of course I am” you frowned slightly, confused by his question. But he seemed to relax then, joining you in bed again.

“Good...good” Lester sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You just wrapped your arms around him and held him as the two of you fell back to sleep.

Bubba Sawyer

It had been an accident in the dream. He was chasing down an intruder, chasing them through the house, nothing too new. He thought that he had caught up with them, dealing with them using his chainsaw...but once the chaos was over, he saw you laying on the floor, your blood pooling around you.

Bubba woke up, instantly panicked and searching for you. But he found you sleeping with a content smile on your face right beside him.

He quickly moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest in a tight embrace.

The movement woke you up but you knew it was Bubba so you just happily moved closer and cuddled into him.

“You okay, Bubs?” you asked and he nodded, letting out a few concerned coos. “Bad dream?” he nodded again.

You lifted your head, kissing his cheek, silently assuring him that everything was alright, before cuddling up to him again. Falling asleep in his arms.

Billy Lenz

Bad dreams weren’t new to Billy but this one was. He was walking through the house and he had a knife in his hand, he had a destination in him, a victim was waiting for him. He slowly pushed the bedroom door open before stepping in, the slither of light illuminating your sleeping face. He moved over to you, raising the blade above his head before forcing it down into your chest.

Then he woke up with a gasp, eyes wide and frantic as he sat up.

The suddenness waking you up slightly. You asked if he was alright, altering him that you were alright.

“Bad dream” Billy murmured as he returned to you, tangling his limps with yours and clinging to you. “Billy wouldn’t hurt you. Billy loves you” he mumbled.

“Did you hurt me in the dream?” you asked softly and he hesitantly nodded. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you wouldn’t hurt me in real life. I love you too” you kissed the top of his head, feeling him hold onto you a little tighter before trying to get some more sleep, you joining him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

For Asa, bad dreams usually related to his childhood, not anything from his present life. Sometimes he would dream about his crimes but he wouldn’t call them bad dreams, he was very neutral on them. This...even he couldn’t feel neutral about what he was dreaming about right now. Of hurting you, not even making it quick, drawing your pain out before finally doing you the mercy of killing you.

As soon as he wakes up, he steadies his breathing and focuses himself.

It was a dream, nothing more.

But that didn’t change the sense of contentment he felt when he looked down to see you sleeping, arm around his waist and head on his chest. A perfect reminder that it really was just a dream, that you were still here, and he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He wrapped his arm around you some more, just holding you more securely without waking you up. He wasn’t going to discuss this with you, not right now anyway.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

In the dream, it was like you were just another victim. He had subdued you but you were still away, tears staining your face as you pleaded with him to show mercy. He just took the camera off of his shoulder and zoomed in on your terrified face, he was enjoying it. He soon put the camera back in place before pulling out his knife.

Your piercing scream of agony rang through his mind as he woke up, greeted by the ceiling of his bedroom.

He turned his head to the side, seeing you sleeping beside him. Perfectly well and unharmed, your arm resting over his waist.

You were alright, you were safe. He would never hurt you.

Jesse wrapped his arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him.

It was just a dream, he was well aware of that, and knew not to let it effect him too much. Still, the thought of hurting you made him cringe.

That would never happen, he would protect you, he promised himself that.

Otis Driftwood

It was a violent dream that unsettled him more than he cared to admit. Just him carrying out his true nature but on you instead of a victim he couldn’t care less about. You had cried, pleaded, tried to get through to him, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t care. And then, you were dead. He had killed you, your blood staining his hands and clothes.

Otis is pretty used to disturbing dreams, they rarely bothered him, but this one definitely did.

He woke up, instantly focusing on you. How your head was resting on his chest and your legs was draped over his hips. Very much alive, not a spot of blood on you, perfectly content.

He never thought that somebody outside of the family could have such an effect on him. That somebody’s loss could...scare him so much.

His arm remained around you as he made himself more comfortable, causing you to shift closer as well, letting out a quiet, sleepy hum.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, nearly chastising the fond feeling he felt when you smiled in your sleep.

Baby Firefly

Gory dreams never bothered her, they couldn’t be any worse than reality, in fact she wouldn’t consider them nightmares at all. This though, this was certainly a nightmare. You were bleeding, crying, and in pain, but she was just giggling, being the person hurting you. And, just like that, you were dead and her giggling stopped, a look of worry spreading over her face.

She woke up, running a hand over her face and brushing off the dream. It was just a dream, you were alright.

There you were, sleeping right beside her. She knew that, she was looking at you.

Still, she shifted into a more comfortable position, brushing your hair out of your face and beginning to scatter kisses over your face.

She wasn’t going to mention the dream right now, it was silly. She just wanted to hear you wake up giggling at her playful attack.

Yautja (Predator)

Dreams weren’t all that common for him, at least not like this one. Even in teh dream it was an accident, him forgetting how fragile you were compared to Yautjas. And it cost him everything.

He woke up just as you died in the dream, leaving him with a sickening feeling.

But when he felt you shift, making him relax.

You were curled up on his chest, sleeping peacefully, just like you did every night.

He purred soothingly as he gently combed his clawed fingers through your hair, purring some more when you smiled and nuzzled into him.

You trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t hurt you, that he wouldn’t let anything like that dream happen. He just had to trust himself, and he could do that.

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cursestothemoon · 2 years

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Thank you for answering!

So what about Fred with an s/o (any pronouns are fine) that grew up in a very agressive household (lots of yelling and fighting between the parents. Basically they grew up with emotionally unstable adults) and are sensitive to anything that might come off as even a little annoyed (if you've ever had someone angrily fold laundry in your direction you know how I feel lmao) Lets say fred has noticed this but decided not to say anything because its only been little, small-scale reactions. But this time, he has had a very bad day, and comes home from whatever he was doing, and when his s/o comes up to greet him, he slams the door and greets them back (but its like, in an agressive tone??? Like, kindof sarcastic if you know what i mean??) and his s/o kindof staggers back and stares at him wide-eyed, almost defensively, and starts tearing up+hyperventilating because he's never done this before. After he calms them down enough for them to talk they tell him that he scared them with the loud noise and the anger and annoyance in his voice. You can decide what happens after that💖💖

Goodness sorry for how long this ask is-

first off you do not need to apologies for how long asks are

second, thank you for the request 😌

warnings: mentions parents fighting, yelling, being frustrated, being overwhelmed, hyperventilating, basically everything in the ask, also this is unedited so im sorry for any mistakes

also also

this is rather short im sorry but thank you so much for the request!

Fred Weasley x Reader

With Gentle Hands

The day had started out just as any other. Fred woke up to repetitive ring of his alarm clock, a small black muggle clock gifted to him by Hermione only a few years back. He was quick to reach over and silence it before stretching his long limbs, his right arm shot out without much caution, it was his left that he slowly moved careful not to hit your sleeping body beside him.

Fred turned to look at you, just as he did every morning, as you lay peacefully beside him. His body moved before his mind could argue, long arms wrapping around your warm body as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. He would drown in everything that is you; your scent, your warmth, anything if he could.

That is how most days start, Fred silencing his alarm, wrapping his arms around you for a few minutes longer as he contemplates ringing up George and telling him something came up, he was ill, any excuse he could thing of quickly just so he could stay in bed with you all day. Then, with a soft groan, he'd slowly peel himself away from you, your soft whines of 'stay' and 'Freddie' doing nothing to convince him to leave. The bathroom tiles were cold, as usual, and he couldn't stop the toothpaste from dripping down his chin before finishing up and getting dressed, and as usual he was off with a soft, "Have a good day at work, Freddie" from you.

That was the end of normalcy for the day, once Fred had made it to work it seemed there was a shift. Just as he walked through the doors to the shop, George was there giving him a look.

"Your late."

It was that comment that through the twins into a minor quarrel, Fred arguing that being a few minutes late to his own business wasn't as big of a deal as George was making it out to be, and George complained that Fred was slacking off.

The rest of the work day had the two brothers at each others throat, all though it was mostly passive aggressively. It seemed to snowball from there. Costumers had been coming in with an attitude all day, bratty little kids breaking items or throwing tantrums, parents arguing whether or not they had to pay for merchandise broken by their kids. By the time Fred was able to flick his wand and have the 'open' banner transfigure into one that read CLOSED in big red letters, he was sure his head was going to explode.

Fred was always the type to feel his emotions, wear them openly for all to see, Molly could confirm. His frustration today was no different, and as he walked through the door of your shared flat his irritability was almost palpable.

"Hi, Fred, how was work?" Your voice was welcoming, the first thing he heard as he opened the door and it would've calmed him down, only the mention of work had him fuming once again.

You flinched as you heard the front door slam shut, an annoyed 'Hi' being muttered afterwards. The knife in your hand started to visibly tremble next to the carrots you had been chopping, before you decided to set it down on the cutting board and collect yourself.

Fred's footsteps were heavy as he walked into the kitchen, making your heart rate pick up.

It's just Fred

You know him

It's just Freddie

"You ok, Freddie?" You muttered out carefully.

He let out a humorless chuckle as he opened the fridge, "Perfect."

The sarcasm in his tone had you inwardly shrinking. You watched as he eyed the firewhiskey, the bottle sitting towards the back of the fridge to keep it perfectly chilled. Fred failed to notice the breath you let out when he wrapped his hand around a bottle of water instead. The calm was short lived, however, your shoulders tensing once more as Fred slammed the door to the refrigerator shut.

"Fuck!" He shouted, the loudest he's ever shouted in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt small, your legs felt wobbly, pins and needles ran up your spine, and you were sure if you could feel your hands you'd feel them shaking.

You knew the man standing in front of you was Fred, his same broad shoulders that you loved to run your hands across, the same freckles crawling up the nape of his neck that you've trailed kisses along countless times, and you knew that there wasn't anything you had done that would cause this reaction, so logically he couldn't be this mad at you. But the tightening of your chest, the quickening of your breath had Fred morphing in front of your very eyes, your father looked back at you with anger behind his dark eyes.

The sight made you turn away from the man in your kitchen quickly, hands going to grab the sides of the counter making your knuckles turn white.

Fred paused his ranting, noticing you had abruptly turned your back on him.

"Y/n?" His voice calmed.

"I'm sorry." You rushed out, turning to look at him again.

The first thing he noticed were your eyes, wide and frantic, almost prey like as if you were watching for an approaching predator.

Fred raised his hands, palms out, to show you he meant no harm, "Hey, hey," he cooed. "It's alright, love, you're ok, breathe."

You looked completely terrified of him as he neared you slowly and it was starting to break his already crumbling reserve. He grabbed your hand gently, only for your to pull back and sink down to the floor as you started to hyperventilate.

It felt as though you were hyperaware of the emotions floating around the room, Fred's watering eyes, the trembling in your hands, and it was all starting to freak you out.

"Just- just give me a second." You requested shakily.

Fred nodded, "Alright, love, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I scared you, I shouldn't have been so loud or slammed the doors an-"

You cut off Fred's rambling with a rushed, "I can't breathe." Before you pushed yourself up from the floor and made your way to the shared bedroom quickly.

The door shut just as Fred neared and he felt the wind get knocked out of him at the sight.

You were overwhelmed, that much was clear, and Fred kicked himself for not being more mindful of how you were receiving his temper tantrum, but how could he have known it would effect you in such a way.

Sure he knew you weren't the biggest fan of loud sounds, yelling made your face go pale, and you were always keen on avoiding conflict.

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An hour and a half had passed before you slowly opened your bedroom door having calmed down only slightly. Fred was sitting on the floor, back against the wall next to the door as you crouched down next to him.

"I need you to hold me, Freddie, please." You sniffled.

Your voice was quiet, shaky, and unsure making Fred tread lightly as he nodded. He opened his arms, allowing you to find a space for yourself on his lap with your cheek against his chest. You let out a sigh as you felt his hand come up to cradle your head to his chest, his thumb running over your jaw lightly.

It was in his arms, on the floor, that your breathing started to steady; it was his slow reassurances of 'you're ok' and 'I've got you' that stopped the shaking in your hands.

Slowly you bared your heart to your loving boyfriend. You told him of the house you grew up in, the constant fights between your parents, how nothing was spared from you adolescent ears.

Fred sat there with gentle hands seemingly holding you together as you told him of the yelling, screaming, and the hiding in the wardrobe when it got really bad. He asked how he could help, what he could do to make you feel better when things took a turn for the worst like they did today.

It was with gentle hands that Fred carried your sleeping body into the bedroom, tucking you in carefully before climbing in himself and holding you close to his body, his palm carefully holding the column of your neck feeling the faint drum of your pulse against his fingertips.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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heyy! can you do an angsty one where rafe and the reader are “friends,” for a long time, they’ve been in the same friend group and she’s been with love with him for a while now, and he knows and uses that for his advantage. she always does stuff for him, help him whenever he needed and more, and he treats her pretty badly/rudely in return. their friends (top n kelce,) always try to tell him to stop and more and finally she’s had enough she confronts him and show how much he was actually draining her, and he acts like he doesn’t care but he does realize what he was doing, but meanwhile he’s reflecting on his actions, y/n is getting closer to jj? thanks lol the end is up to you. love u and ur fics <3

a/n: hi love! im so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope you love it!! it took me forever to finish hahaha but i loved writing it!

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

my writing

pretty damn lucky - rafe cameron

You sigh as you pull Rafe's fresh sheets from the dryer, breathing in the scent of the detergent mixed with the scent of him. He and the boys had way too much to drink last night, which resulted in Rafe getting sick all over his bed when they got home. You had stripped his sheets immediately and put them in the wash, then made a makeshift bed for Rafe on the floor with all of his blankets.

He had grunted at you in return for all your work, collapsing down on the floor and passing out before you could even say goodnight to him.

You had washed the sheets once again this morning when you woke up, then stuck them in the dryer and waited on them.

Topper groans on the couch as you pass him on your way to Rafe's room. You stop and chuckle, watching as he hesitantly opens his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," Topper grumbles as he sits up, clutching his head.

"I think you guys brought the bar home with you."

He glances up, eyes meeting yours, and groans. You laugh and step over to him, taking a seat on the couch beside him.

"Can I get you anything?" you ask him.

"Yeah, a time machine. Don't let me drink so much," he whines, collapsing back down on the couch. You stand, letting out a laugh.

"Water and aspirin. Got it."

You walk up the stairs and stop in front of Rafe's bedroom door, knocking on it lightly before you peak your head in. He's still laying on the floor, but you can't tell if he's awake or not. You stop inside, warm sheets in hand, and close the door behind you. He grunts at the noise, but it's not enough to make him open his eyes.

"Hey," you say to him, "I washed your sheets. How are you feeling?"

Rafe moves on the floor, opening his eyes only enough to see you, then rolls back to his initial spot and closes his eyes again.

"Just put the sheets back on, I want my bed."

You sigh and nod your head, stepping over to his bed to start making it. You watch him as you work, laying on the floor, mouth parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on not throwing up again.

"Okay," you whisper once his bed is made, "Come on. I'll help you."

Rafe allows you to wrap your arms around his torso, helping him stand from off the floor. He leans all his weight on you as you two stumble over to his bed, then he collapses onto it. You cover him with his comforter and then fix his hair so it's not sitting in his eyes anymore. He doesn't say anything at your movements.

"I'll get you some water and some medicine. Be back in a minute," you whisper to him. He just nods as best he can.

You hurry back down the stairs, rushing past Topper and into the kitchen. You grab two water bottles out of the fridge and then rifle through the cabinets until you find a bottle of aspirin. As you walk from the kitchen to Topper on the couch, you stop in your tracks.

"Topper," you say, your voice authoritative, "Where is Kelce?"

Topper laughs, which is how you know it's bad. You hadn't noticed that they were one friend light when they stumbled in last night, mostly because you had been too worried about Rafe to be concerned with where Topper and Kelce crashed.

"He fell down outside last night. I'm pretty sure we just left him there."

You sigh loudly, handing him a bottle of water and aspirin as you swear and rush to the front door. As you approach, you can already see him, face up in the Cameron's new flower bed that Rose had worked so hard to make perfect. You open the door and rush to Kelce, annoyed with the boys for not even telling you he was out here.

"Kelce?" you question, stirring him awake, "You alive in there?"

Kelce sits up, as if you'd awakened him from a dream, and glances around. He looks at you and then down to the clothes he's in, and you watch as his eyes widen.

"Those motherfuckers did not leave me out here," he gasps.

"Kelce, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were out here-"

"I'm going to kill them - ow."

He tries to stand up, but the throbbing of his head makes him fall back down into the dirt again. You grab onto his arm and try to help him up, noting how you do most of the work. When he's finally upright, you brush off the dirt from his back and then lead him inside.

"Shit," he mutters, "My stomach. I'm gonna need to eat."

"I'm on it," you tell him, leading him into the living room and placing him on the couch next to Topper.

"Hey, man," Topper greets, "Rose sure will be happy you observed the flowers so...closely."

"Shut the fuck up, Top," Kelce snaps, reaching over and punching Topper in the chest. He groans at his head and sits back again, making you laugh.

"All right," you declare, picking up the aspirin and water bottle for Rafe, "Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Sound good?"

Kelce nods his head and Topper looks at you, already looking better with the water and medicine in his system.

"Hey, thank you, Y/N. For always taking care of us," Topper smiles at you.

"Yeah," Kelce agrees, "I'd still be lying in a bush outside if it weren't for you. Thank you."

You smile at them and shake your head, "Of course, boys. Back in a minute. Kelce, don't kill Top. Please."

Kelce grunts, telling you he's still debating if he will or not. You laugh and then rush back up the stairs, hoping Rafe is still alive up there. You knock softly on his door when you reach it, not wanting to just bust in on him.

"Rafe?" you say when you walk in, seeing him laying in the exact same position he had been when you left him.

"What took you so long?" he grumbles.

"I'm sorry," you say, sitting down beside him on his bed, "You guys left Kelce outside and-"

"Do you have the aspirin or what?"

You sigh and nod, handing him the pill bottle and a bottle of water. He sits up, hair messy and eyes only half open, and pours three pills into his hand. You stare at him, observing his sharp jaw line and his soft skin, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to feel him. Touch him. Love on him the way you've been dreaming about since the day you met him.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

Rafe swallows the pills, then brings his eyes up to meet yours, "That breakfast place I love. Why don't you go pick us all up something? Card's in my wallet."

He lays back down, which is his way of excusing you from the room. You just nod your head and grab his card out of his wallet.

"And move the seat back in my truck when you get back. I always hit my head when I get in after you."

"All right," you say quietly, wishing he'd at least say a 'please' or 'thank you'.

You take orders from Topper and Kelce, then hurry out to Rafe's truck. You have to move the seat way up in order to drive the truck, and you make a mental note to move it back when you get back to the house.

You pull up to the restaurant and climb out of the truck, fumbling with the keys and your purse and Rafe's card, too wrapped up in yourself to notice the blonde boy standing about five feet from you.

"Damn, I didn't expect someone as pretty as you to hop out of that truck," JJ smirks at you, watching your eyes shoot up to him.

You smile, "Hi, JJ."

"How are you?" he asks, cheeky look on his face.

You set your hands on your hips, keys and card tucked between your fingers, as you observe what you're wearing for the first time. You'd snuck one of Rafe's Kildare Island shirts from his dresser last night and had on jean shorts underneath.

"Y'know," you shrug, "You like this place, too?"

"Ah, little pretentious, but the food's acceptable," he teases, "You eating alone?"

"No. Just picking up food for Rafe and his friends."

"What, are you his assistant or something? Tell Cameron to pick up his own food," JJ huffs.

He'd never tell you, not wanting to upset you, but he's hated watching you run around the island as Rafe's bitch since you met him. JJ's been dying to hang out with you, even asked you a few times, but you always say no because you're on some sort of mission for Rafe.

"It's just a breakfast order," you reply, starting to inch toward the restaurant.

"Just a breakfast order," he shrugs, "Just getting him a beer every time he asks, just following him around like a lost puppy, just-"

"Okay," you stop him, "I'm a big girl, JJ. I can take care of myself."

You turn and start to walk away from him, trying to brush off his 'lost puppy' remark. He groans loudly, which is enough to earn your attention back.

"Prove it," he yells out, making you turn, "Tonight. There's a thing down at the beach. Meet me."

You start to shake your head, but he steps toward you and stops you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already is.

"JJ-"

"Come on, Y/N. Take the Kook chains off for one night. Please. Rafe can do his own dishes and get his own drinks."

You sigh, glancing down at your feet before back up to him, "Maybe."

"Ah- you know what? That's better than a no. I'll take it."

You nod at him, trying your best not to smile too wide, then point to the building. You start to back off, but you keep your eyes fixed on the blonde boy.

"What time? You know, if I decide to come."

JJ smiles wider than he had the entire conversation, "Seven."

You smile back at him, then turn and walk away before you can get even more wrapped up in this boy.

"What the hell took you so long?" Rafe questions as you walk through the door with several bags filled with food.

"Sorry," you sigh at him, "Got caught up."

Kelce and Topper stand up and step to you, taking the bags from you. You thank them quietly, watching as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands from his place on the couch.

"Yeah, never mind the fact that I'm starving to death," he mutters.

"Rafe, come on, man," Topper smacks Rafe on the chest, trying to get him to chill out.

"Yeah, quit being a dick," Kelce tells him.

Topper starts to unload the food from the bags while Kelce leans down and gives you a friendly kiss on the cheek. You smile gently, glancing up to see Rafe watching with his jaw clenched. You try to put distance in between you, but Rafe doesn't seem to care about your efforts.

"Thanks for running to get it, Y/N," Topper smiles to you.

"You're welcome."

"Did you put my seat back, at least?" Rafe asks you, swiping his car keys from the counter where you set them.

"Yes, of course," you reply.

"Of course," he mutters, "You never do."

"Rafe," Kelce says authoritatively, holding his hands out to his sides as if to ask what the hell he's doing.

"I'll fix you a plate," you tell Rafe, setting a hand on Kelce's arm as if to thank him.

Rafe exhales loudly, then steps away and back into the living room. Kelce rolls his eyes at Rafe, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You make Rafe a plate, a little bit of everything, then follow Topper into the living room to take it to him.

"Quit being an asshole to her, man," Topper mumbles to Rafe, slapping him on the back of his head.

"Don't fucking hit me," Rafe growls at Topper.

"Here you go," you hand Rafe a plate. He takes it from you without a word or a glance, inspecting the food you've given him.

"Where's your plate, love?" Topper asks you as Kelce sits down beside him, "I'll make you one. Sit down."

"No," you say quickly, earning the attention of all three boys, "I'm not staying. I gotta get home, I kinda have plans later,"

"What plans?" Rafe asks, judgment present in his voice.

The boys watch the look on your face and Topper and Kelce immediately erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.

"Boy plans, huh?" Kelce smiles at you before he shoves bacon into his mouth.

Your face flushes as you stand in front of them, glancing at Rafe to see his reaction. His jaw is clenched tightly and he's stopping eating all together.

"Who's the lucky guy, Y/N?" Topper snickers.

"It's not a big deal, you guys."

"Why am I jealous right now?" Kelce teases you. You look over at him and roll your eyes, hiding your smile from him.

"What plans?" Rafe repeats himself, raising his voice. Your eyes shoot over to him, watching his expression.

"Um, I'm going down to this thing at the beach," you say, looking down at the floor. Rafe sets his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, not wanting his food anymore.

"Are we invited?" Rafe asks, already knowing the answer. He just wants to make you say it.

"I- it's not my thing," you stutter, "I'm just meeting some people."

"Who?" Topper asks through his food.

"Uh, JJ Maybank and his friends-"

Rafe scoffs, interrupting you, "You're ditching us to hang out with Pogues?"

"I'm not ditching you, Rafe," you frown.

"Funny, that's the way it looks."

"It's just a few drinks on the beach, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" you question, watching as Topper and Kelce squirm, growing more uncomfortable.

"Bent out of shape? " he repeats, voice as if he doesn't believe you just said that, "You're the one driving across the island for shitty ass beer-"

"It's not like I was asking your opinion on my plans-"

"No, no, you were just informing us that you have plans to fuck JJ Maybank, understood."

"Rafe-" you start, but stop when Kelce sits up straight in his chair and speaks.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" Kelce stares at his best friend, "Why are you so mean to Y/N all the time? She doesn't have to hang out with us every day, and honestly, I wouldn't if you treated me the way you treat her."

"Oh, fuck off, Kelce, you don't know shit," Rafe waves him off.

Topper glances at you, then over to Rafe and speaks up as well, "He's right, Rafe. You're an asshole to her. And not just today, but a lot lately."

Rafe sits back on the couch and crosses his arms in front of his chest, rolling his eyes.

"You two don't know anything," he huffs, "Y/N and I are fine."

"Actually," you say, earning Rafe's complete attention, "I don't think we are."

He stands up now, stepping over to you and grabbing onto your wrist, "Let's discuss this in private."

You glance at the boys, trying to offer them a silent 'thank you for trying', then allow Rafe to pull you into the guest room down the hall. He slams the door once you two are inside, then runs his hand through his hair before he speaks.

"What the fuck are you doing, embarrassing me in front of the two of them?" he scoffs.

Your mouth falls open at how that is his main concern after you just told him you have doubts that the two of you are okay. Your heart sinks, watching as he paces the room. You watch the way his jaw is clenched and how his eyes are frantic as he tries to figure out how to fix things with the boys.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly.

Rafe seems to not hear you, "Jesus, now the two of them are gonna be up my ass about you for the rest of the day."

"Rafe-"

"And what the hell is up with you partying with JJ Maybank? Do you not realize how that could look, you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, my God!" you yell, not being able to take any more of his bullshit, "I don't give a shit, Rafe! I mean, seriously. I spent my entire night last night and my entire morning taking care of your ass. Because I care about you. And now, I say I want to do something for myself, and you act like I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh, please," Rafe shakes his head, "You're always taking care of us, don't act like you're all noble."

"I'm not trying to be noble. I'm trying to tell you how I feel-"

"Well, I didn't fucking ask, all right?" he yells.

You frown and step back from him as if his words struck you across the face. He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his frustration.

"Rafe," you choke out, feeling your emotions as they rise up, "I care about you so much. But, I can't keep walking on eggshells around you. I have done everything you've asked me to do, I've been a good friend to you and I-"

"You what?" he growls at you, stepping forward and grabbing your shoulders.

"I love you, you asshole," you whisper, watching the way his eyes soften at your words, "I love you. But I'm drained. I'm exhausted. And I'm sick of being treated like some bitch who just follows you around and hopes you'll throw her a bone."

Rafe stares at you for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you genuinely cannot tell what he's thinking. After a few seconds, he releases your shoulders and lightly shoves you away from him.

"You should leave," he says, staring at the floor.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you gotta get ready for your big date night, right?"

You laugh sarcastically at his comment, feeling stupid to have expected him to say anything different than that. He sets his hands on his hips and sighs, not bothering to look up at you. You lick your lips and take a deep breath, debating whether or not to stay and fight with him. For him.

"Fuck you, Rafe," you say.

His shoulders fall but he doesn't look up, so you turn and walk out of the room. Topper and Kelce are standing right outside the door, shocked when you suddenly emerge. You roll your eyes at them, not surprised they had been listening. They don't bother trying to stop you, because honestly, they'd leave Rafe, too.

You rush out of the house and slam the door behind you. Topper usually drives you home, but you don't bother to go back inside and ask. You can walk, it's not far.

As much as you love Rafe, as much as you'd kill to be with him, you can't condone the way he's been treating you. You know that you deserve better, just as Topper and Kelce have been reminding him. Better is exactly what you plan to have.

The beach isn't terribly busy when you arrive. You know by the time the sun sets completely, it will be packed. You spot JJ's blonde hair towering above almost everyone on the beach, watching as he laughs with his friends and tips a red cup against his lips. You walk over to him before allowing yourself to hesitate and think about leaving again.

Your fight with Rafe had completely drained your energy, and if you didn't feel like getting completely drunk to forget about it, you'd leave. JJ spies you as you approach and grins widely, starting over to you.

"No fucking way," he smiles, "Can't believe you showed, Mrs. Cameron!"

"Ha ha," you grumble, shaking your head and trying to hide a smile.

"How'd you escape from the prison that is Kook land?"

You roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the cup from his hand. You gulp it down before he can even object, and when you look up at him again, he's staring at you with his mouth wide open.

"Okay. Got it. Drinking, no talking," he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you over to the keg.

"Lots of drinking," you mutter, watching as JJ pretends he didn't hear you.

JJ grabs two beers from the guy handing them out and hands one to you, returning his hand to yours. You start to walk back over to JJ's friends, but he pulls on your hand to keep you where he wants you.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to hang out with your friends?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, I'd rather figure out what's going on with you."

You sigh and take another long sip of your beer, avoiding his eyes on purpose. Although you and JJ hadn't hung out a lot, he still seems to be able to tell that you're bothered.

"It's not a big deal," you say.

"If it's bothering you, it is," JJ insists. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and you can't help but notice how he hasn't taken one sip of his beer.

"JJ-"

"It's Rafe, I can tell. Did he hurt you?"

"No," you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he would even ask that. JJ just nods his head, tightening his grip around your hand.

"All right, then what?"

You give him a small smile, grateful that he's pushing so hard to try and figure out what's bothering you. You've never really had anyone do that before.

"We just got into an argument. But, it's fine-"

"Y/N-"

"I came here to have fun with you. Please don't make me spend the whole night talking about Rafe."

His eyes soften as he stares down at you. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then licks his lips and nods his head. You give him a small smile, watching as he shamelessly return it.

"You're right," he speaks after a minute, "Who needs that asshole, anyway?"

You nod, although you're hesitant to talk shit about Rafe like that, even after everything. JJ squeezes your hand once again, then tugs you toward his friends.

"Come on, let's party."

JJ pumps you full of beers, at your request, and laughs every time you attempt to get him to dance with you. His friends all watch as JJ finally gives into you, standing up as you tug on his hand and allowing you to lead him upright.

You can feel the alcohol rushing through your body as JJ spins you around in the sand, laughing at how much you're loving it. His friends cheer the two of you on, and by the time the song ends, you're completely exhausted. You collapse into JJ's chest and he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.

"I didn't realize I'd had so much," you tell him, slurring your words a bit against his chest.

"That's all right," he laughs lightly, "I'll take care of you."

JJ leads you back over to the log the two of you had been sitting on and helps you sit down, smiling when you lean your head down on his shoulder.

"You're nice to me," you tell him.

JJ laughs at your drunken state, pressing his cup to his lips once more. Say what you will about JJ Maybank, but never call him a lightweight.

"You deserve to be treated nicely," he fires back.

"You really believe that?" you ask him, not noticing your eyes fluttering closed against him.

"Of course, Y/N," he whispers, moving his face so his lips graze against the top of your head, "You know, there's a lot more out there than just Rafe Cameron."

"You don't know him like I do," you say quietly.

"You're right," he scoffs, "Nobody else would defend him."

"I'm serious, JJ. He's sweet and caring and protective-"

"And rude, and unkind-"

"JJ," you sigh, "I mean it. Underneath all the bullshit, he's a really great guy."

JJ's silent for a second, then you feel his body tense slightly under you. His friends are all in their own little world, to notice, but JJ isn't.

"Well, that really great guy just showed up to the party."

Your eyes shoot open and your head comes off of JJ's chest as you glance around, trying to steady your vision as you look around to see what he's talking about. When your eyes meet Rafe's, he looks upset. He's watching you and JJ like the thought of you two together actually, physically breaks his heart in half.

Topper and Kelce stand behind him, pushing Rafe forward to you. You stand up, with the help of JJ's hand steadying you, which you immediately let go of when you stand up straight. You tears your eyes away from Rafe long enough to glance back at JJ, asking him silently if it's okay if you go to him.

"Go on," he gives you a sad smile, "Tonight was fun. But, you know, I'm not the type of guy to chase after some other guy's girl."

"JJ-"

"Go, Y/N. You love him. I can tell."

You start to object, but close your mouth when you realize you have no defense. He's right, you know he is. You give JJ a little smile, then turn back to Rafe. The asshole, your asshole, who looks ready to put your heart back together again.

He starts to you and you to him, but he covers way more ground than you given that he's stone cold sober. He can tell you're having trouble standing, so he reaches out and offers his arm as soon as he's within range.

"Hey," he says quietly.

You wrap your cold hands around his arm, steadying yourself and absorbing his warmth. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, heart wrenching scent and letting it fill your lungs.

"What are you doing here?" you question him.

"I- uh, I need to talk to you."

"Why? So you can yell at me and then tell me to leave again?" you spit before you can even think about it.

Rafe clenches his jaw and moves his eyes from yours, glancing around the beach as he considers what the best thing to say is in response.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"It's fine," he shakes his head, speaking too fast to actually mean it, "I deserve it. I was an asshole. I came here to apologize."

You nod your head, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not trailing all down his body. He's wearing the snapback you love on him, and he has on the shirt the two of you bought together at the mall on a trip.

"You may," you tease him, giving him a small smile and hoping to get one in return. You get it, thankfully.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to ever make you feel second rate. You have been so good to me and I know I don't deserve it-"

"It's okay," you stop him, reaching one hand up to stroke his cheek. His skin, his soft skin under yours feels like heaven to touch. You know the alcohol is the only reason you're not putting up a larger fight.

"I wasn't finished," he smiles widely.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for that hat," you tease.

His grin only widens as he stares down at you, pulling you into a hug before he can even think of it. His arms wrapped tightly around you make your heart rate speed up to a dangerous level.

"You promise we're okay? Maybe we should talk again when you're sobered up-"

"I'm fine," you lie.

Rafe reaches up and cups your face in his hands, staring down at you intently. You stare back, unable to break away from his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Good, because I've got something to tell you."

Rafe watches as your lips part, wanting to question him but unable to find the right words. He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues.

"I love you, too," he whispers.

You blink rapidly at him, trying to figure out if he really just said those words to you. You shake your head and squirm out of his grasp, taking a deep breath as you look at him.

"You mean that?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods, swallowing nervously, "It took me half the day to realize it, but the thought of you down here with JJ literally made me want to kill him. And I'm sorry that I haven't realized it sooner. I was just scared of my feelings, I guess, and I just thought if I pushed you away-"

"You don't have to explain," you stop him, "I just can't believe you feel the same way about me."

"Who wouldn't? Topper informed me today that I happen to be the luckiest guy to walk the face of the earth because I'm loved by you. And I guess, I don't know, it made me recognize my feelings."

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back without thinking twice, pulling you close and breathing you in. After a second, you pull away, and feel him tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty damn lucky right now," you whisper.

Before either of you know it, he places his lips gently on yours. His hands move themselves to your cheeks once again, pulling you closer to him. You both can hear Topper and Kelce hooting and hollering from yards away, which makes you laugh against Rafe's lips.

"I regret bringing them," he says against your lips, laughing along with you.

"You should," you agree, standing on your tip-toes and kissing him one more time.

"Can I take you home, now? Please?" he asks, voice impatient.

You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to give you one last kiss before he brings a hand down to yours, wrapping his fingers through it. He turns you toward the boys, the oh-so happy boys, and leads you away.

Away from the beer. Away from JJ. Toward your future, together.

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hello! i just wanna say i love all your mtl hc’s and they way you write them!! i was wondering if i could i possibly get a hc with the boys (including charles) and what they would be like as dads to a teenage girl and what kind of girls the kids would be lol, i can submit these separately if this is a lot to ask but tysm im advance !! 😭

Hello Anon😭I absolutely can make these HCs I love the idea of the bois as dads so much especially to girls.

Nathan would be an overprotective father from the moment his eyes meet his little girl’s. From the time she was born he’s been hovering. “Be careful little one! I don’t want you to trip.” He’d say as he helped his daughter take her first steps. To “I can’t believe you’re going off to fucking High School next year… that’s fucking brutal.” He’d be by her side. His daughter’s best friend. So when his daughter suddenly wanted to wear all black and have her own “Rebellious Phase” to say he was excited was an understatement. He knew she wasn’t rebelling against him. She was rebelling against the “System” which was brutal as hell. He’d help her find the best and most comfortable black clothing. The most affordable wallets and chains. And when she wanted to dye her hair he’d buy her the box dye so she could trash her bathroom with it. He wanted her to experience every ounce of her teenage years. And if that meant experimenting with different looks and styles to figure out where she fit in life. Then he’d support her no matter what. Even whenever she brought home her first girlfriend.

Pickles is the type of dad who when handed his baby just holds them at arms length like 👀💦 “What do I do now?!” There’s a steep learning curve to parenting that Pickles had to overcome with his daughter. Like leaving his bong where she could reach it. Or when he left pot brownies out to cool when his daughter wanted to have a sleep over (don’t worry he caught them before they could have any). His daughter forced his hand on a hearing aid. He always knew his hearing was going but actually being able to hear his daughter’s first words was a blessing. It was also a curse when he could hear her climbing out the window at an ungodly hour to sneak back in the house. He was also being screamed at constantly once she hit her teenage years. But he couldn’t blame her. He did the same thing when he was a kid. But for a totally different reason. He wanted attention. She wanted validation. Validation in herself, in her ability, and in her choices. He couldn’t blame her for that. So he started listening better. Trying to understand what she needed and why she wanted them. It helped their relationship a lot. Especially when Pickles stopped being a “Do as I say not as I do” parent when it came to drugs and implemented a “Do it under my roof so I know your safe.” Policy.

Toki was smitten with his daughter the first second his eyes met her. He did feint when she was born but that was besides the point. His daughter was a spitting image of him, down to the T. She had his mousy brown hair, his bright blue eyes, cheerful disposition, and even his natural curiosity. He was always so proud of her. Taking thousands of pictures on his Phone. He was an amazing father. He taught his daughter to speak in all the languages he knew and to read (as much as he knew) before hiring on a tutor for the both of them. He never once was prideful or malicious in his parenting. He asked what his daughter wanted and what she needed then met somewhere in the middle. Toki was raised with nothing so he wanted to keep his daughter humble but happy. It was because of this that his daughter went on to become the “flower child” of Dethklok. She volunteered at tons of charity organizations. Not because she had too. But because she wanted too. She wore mostly rainbow colors and focused her efforts on the environmental reconstruction of the earth. But Toki’s daughter also had a dark side that was especially effective when she was working to protect who she loved. She had Toki’s anger and strength.

Murderface was terrified of his daughter when she was first born. He was so scared that he’d hurt her that he literally tried walking away multiple times. He left her with Charles, telling him that he was a better father than he could ever hope to be. He left her with Skwisgaar who immediately dropped her back off at his bedroom door. It wasn’t until Pickles forced him to sit down and bottle feed his daughter that he finally realized that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. William was an extremely loving and caring father. He actually spoiled his little girl rotten. Anything she desired he got. The problem came when she started craving her own independence. He started smothering her. He wouldn’t let her go out with her friends, at least not the ones he didn’t trust. He wouldn’t let her go anywhere alone. He had to accompany her to everyone of her dates, her hang out spots, friend groups. It put a huge divide between himself and his daughter. It took another talk, this time from Nathan, to help him realize that his daughter was safe. He never needed to worry. The main reason being, she was his daughter. He taught her all he knew on self defense on top of the round the clock Gears watching her. After he backed off and allowed his daughter her independence. She flourished. He never knew how artistically talented she was until he allowed her to get her own loft in the city. Turning it into an art studio she made beautiful sculptures and paintings. Most of her loving memories of her and her father.

Skwisgaar never wanted to be a father. It’s why he always gave up custody of all his children. So when a 5 year old girl is left on the steps of Mordhaus and he has no other choice but to raise her, to say that he searched high and low for an escape route was an understatement, was an understatement. He begged Charles for a legal way to “get rids of her”. He left her at the fire station, who promptly brought her home with stuffed animals, candy and a harsh warning for Skwisgaar. There was even a time when he was practicing that she had reached up and messed with the tuning of his Excalibur, making the Swede threaten to ship her off in a box to Antartica to live with Santa and the elves. But that evening as he was napping before his “time with the ladies”. His daughter crawled up onto his chest and napped with him. He was the first to wake up. Tensing when he realized that the little girl was there. But soon his hand was combing through her hair. She had a long day. So he let her sleep. It wasn’t long before he warmed up to the “little munchkin”. Pampering her and spoiling her absolutely rotten he made sure the entire world knew that she was his princess. Even when she aged and turned 16 she was his little princess and got everything she wanted. She had her own wolves. Her own sword collection. He taught her himself how to play every stringed instrument he knew and she favored the keys. It pissed him off at first that she didn’t love guitar but soon gets over it when he sees how bad ass keys can be.

Charles as a father would be the most protective. He had to be. It came with the territory. So when he first looked into his little girls eyes he immediately upped security on mordhaus for himself and his family. His little girl becomes one of his main priorities. She can’t be his first. Though he really wants her to be. It causes a lot of problems in his own marriage and puts strain on his relationship with his daughter. But Dethklok had to come first. Because of this he got a divorce and obtained partial custody of his daughter. By the time his daughter was a teenager she begrudgingly understood his role in the scheme of things but didn’t like that he had to do it. She was an honor student. Went to a Ivy League school. She graduated with honors. All before 18. She was a certified genius. She went to school and got a dual bachelors in criminal psychology and law. Charles and his daughter found an agreement in seeing each other every other holiday. FaceTimeing the others. The have busy lives. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other

Bonus:

Magnus’ little girl was born on a spring day with bright eyes. The love of his life, the apple of his eye. His daughter immediately became his one and only obsession. He loved her so much. He taught her from an early age how to love herself, love her skin with the best moisturizer he could afford. He taught her to love her hair teaching her how to do her hair and embrace the naturally curly nature of her hair. As his daughter aged and she started to find her own personality and style he embraced that. Helping her to pick out what suited her best. When the other girls at school picked on her. He threatened to help her out but she was strong enough to handle them on her own without him there. She got into a few fights. Some over their Finacial status. But Magnus there to back his little girl up at the principals office and get her out of trouble. And if she ends up getting a few days suspension… then that just means he gets to spend a few days spoiling the hell out of her. Even if her mom says otherwise.

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