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cassiopeialunax · 2 months

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Faster n Harder- Matt Sturniolo

I can't fucking stand him. the constant eye fucking me through the window is driving me insane, how does he get to do this to me? he doesn't even know me! it's infuriating!

*FLASHBACK*

"Y/N! WE HAVE NEW NEIGHBOURS!" my roommate, Sabrina, yells to me. "and that's my business, how?" i retort, in all honesty I couldn't give two shits about the new neighbours, for all i care, they can suck my dick, "girl, they're triplets! and ones gay, he can join girls night!" Sabrina squeals, why's she so happy about this? "no thanks, I'm antisocial" i state before throwing myself onto my bed "now disappear, I'm tryna watch my beautiful self in Cobra Kai" i say as I wave her off "Y/N, girl, you might wanna close those curtains of yours, Matt, the middle triplet, he's gonna be in the room opposite your window, and we ALL know how you walk around your room in literally just a bra and mini shorts" she giggles at me before skipping out of my room. "BECAUSE IT'S HOT OUT!" i yell before reluctantly getting off of my bed, accidentally making eye contact with the boy next door, he types on his phone before holding it up to the window 'Cute bra, the bow really adds detail' I read from the screen "WEIRDO!" i yell before closing the curtains

*PRESENT DAY*

"Y/N, IM INVITING PEOPLE OVER!" Sabrina yells, it's muffled for me, I'm listening to straight bangers, 6arelyhuman please wife me up.

"So I party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar!" i sing along to the song , my hands running up and down my body as i dance around my bedroom, 80s rock bands (such as, Mötley Crüe, Guns n Roses, Metallica etc etc) tapestrys and posters littered across the walls, before settling down at my vanity and reapplying a couple layers of black lipstick, "Cause I go faster and harder, faster and harder" the lyrics echo through my room, I toss the lipstick back into my makeup bag before walking over to my closet "black, black, black, white, black, black, pink? when did that get there?" i mumble to myself as I flick through articles of clothing "aha! finally" i squeal as I grab a 'Sex Pistols: The Filth and The Fury' tank top, pairing it with some denim mini shorts and neutral grey Air Jordan 1's

"p-p-p-p-party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar, everyday i go hard riding in my sports car" i sing along to the song as I pull the outfit on.

{MATTS POV}

the neighbour, Sabrina I think her name is, just invited me and my brother's over, i already know her roommates here because I can hear her fucking music, she has this thing where it's never loud enough, normally I wouldn't care, but it's always sexual songs, yesterday it was 'Yummy- Ayesha Erotica' and 'Or Nah- The Weeknd' and now? 'Faster n Harder' I don't even know who it's by, but it's driving me insane, she's always dancing along to it too, how do I know? because her curtains are always open, no matter what, it's like she wants me to stare...

"Matt, kid, you good?" my brother, nick, asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts, "yeah, uh, where's the bathroom at? I've gotta fuckin piss" i ask Sabrina, she points upstairs and tells me it's the first door on the right, as I walk up the stairs the music gets louder, should I go in? no that's fucking weird Matt don't be a freak.....

"party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar!" her voice echoes

...fuck it

{Y/N POV}

the vibe is fucking ruined the second my door opens, Matt? what the fucks he doing here "ew perv! get out of my room, what are you doing here! actually don't answer that I don't give a fuck! get out!" i say as I shove him out, only resulting in him pinning me against the wall, my hands above my head as he holds them there, 'whys this hot at fuck?' ew gross, don't think that

"ever since I moved next door you have been constantly teasing me, and now? now I'm gonna do something about it" he says as he stares into my eyes, his pupils blown, the look of lust covering his face "oh yeah? what're you gonna do? huh?" i taunt "well first, I'm gonna rip those pretty little shorts off of you, then I'm gonna tear that shirt off, and then I'm gonna bend you over and fuck that perfect little pussy of yours" he says, and holy fuck I am drenched.

his hands reach the button of my shorts, frantically undoing the zipper and unbuttoning them before shoving them down my legs "arms up" Matt commands, his voice rough and eager, I do as he says, i want this, scratch that, need this, he pulls my shirt off and tosses it across my room before shoving me onto the bed "you were right.. you do look like a pornstar" he says as his eyes scan my body "turn around, face down ass up" I comply, rolling onto my stomach and arching my back, *slap* his hand connects with my ass, the pain mixing with pleaser causing me to whimper "shhh pretty girl, don't want anyone hearing us do we?" he says, lowly "please" i beg "please what? Y/N, what do you want? you want me to fuck you?" he coos in a condescending manner "shut up, I'm not fucking saying it" i say as i roll my eyes "only time your eyes are gonna be rolling is when im fucking you, is that clear?" matt growls as he unbuckles his belt and kicks the door shut "whatever" i scoff before his belt connects with my ass "careful, or I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you" he warns. "do it pussy, you won't" i challenge, gasping as I feel his tip rub against my soaked panties "I'm gonna fucking ruin you" he whispers into my ear before tearing my panties off of me and slamming into me, giving me no time to adjust "aye dios mio!" i cry out "shut the fuck up, we don't need everyone knowing how much of a whore you are for me" Matt mutters as he covers my mouth, his hips slapping against my ass as he plunges in and out of me. "f-fuck Matt, fucking me so good" i moan, my voice muffled by his hand "yeah? you like me fucking you like the slut you are?" he asks as he snakes his hand around my waist and down to my clit, rubbing at it with a slow pace, before increasing it by an insane amount, my cunt clenching around his cock as a warm sensation bubbles up in my lower stomach "oh my god" i whimper "not god, me" matt says as he pounds into me, hitting my G-spot perfectly "fuck! Matt I'm so close" i moan, he slaps my ass again "hold it." he demands as he takes his hand off of my mouth and wraps it around my neck "open your eyes sweetheart, want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you" he groans as he presses wet kisses to my neck, i look into the mirror, immediately making eye contact with him as he grabs my hair and yanks me up, my back pressing against his chest as he repeatedly fucks into me faster and harder "Matt im begging you, please let me cum, i need to cum, i cant hold it anymore" i plead, tears of pleasure rolling down my face "let go for me pretty girl, give me all you got" Matt groans as he somehow thrusts into me faster.

I let out an almost pornographic moan as I cum over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back, i feel him twitch inside of me, "where do you want it?" he asks, his voice low and breathy, "inside, please, need it inside of me" I blabber, that's all Matt needs to hear as his warm seed shoots into me, ropes and ropes of hot sticky cum coating my walls as he moans into the nape of my neck, thrusting into me a couple more times before pulling out "fuck, i should've done that sooner" he chuckles lowly as he presses a soft kiss to my head "lay down, beautiful, I'll clean you up" Matt whispers as he walks into the bathroom grabbing a cloth and turning the warm water on, coating the cloth with it before making his way back to me "feelin' okay?" Matt asks as he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs before gently wiping the towel over my sensitive pussy "yeah" i whisper "c'mon, we can cuddle and watch some shitty movie" Matt says as he lays beside me, pulling my black silk sheets over us and wrapping his arm around my waist...

thank god sabrina invited them over today

the outfit I described because the link is being a cunt:

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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(Idk if your requests are still open, if not feel free to ignore this <3)

But ok ok hear me out. Part 2 of the meeting Floyd’s parents in which it’s Mrs. Leech doting over you n stuff!

Have a wonderful day or night :)

HURRAY!! :D

Im kinda excited you are asking for a PT2 Ngl-

Meeting His Parents PT2

Floyd X reader

Warnings: None really but maybe cursing

You were scared, terrified. Both Mrs. Leech and Mr. Leech was taking you by the arm on both sides and carrying you away throughout the mall.

They were buying you clothes, new shoes, jewelry even. WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THIS MONEY. You already knew Floyd and his family were basically in the fish mafia and you knew the money they are spending on you is probably obtained illegally.

This made you scared, because the moment they buy you stuff with that money now you’re officially in their gang. You’re dead, if the cops are arresting them you’re most likely gone with them. Is this a threat? Maybe.

You were at a cafe with both of the parents staring at you as you took a sip of the hot chocolate in front of you. This is extremely intimidating.

They’re both giving you the famous leech smile you’re familiar with from their antichrist of sons.

You offer an awkward smile, awkwardly let out a laugh.

“Sooooo, how are you both?” You let out a small laugh trying to break the silence.

“Darling, aren’t they just adorable?! Howd our son land such a cute darling fishie?!” Miss leech yelled clenching her fist clearly trying to control herself from squeezing you to death.

“Our son must have blackmailed the poor unfortunate soul.” Mr leech giggled in amusement.

“Aha” You fake laughed.

“You know when Floyd was still a tiny eel he used to steal human food and bring it to the ocean only for it to be ruined and soggy?!” His mother said, laughing uncontrollably.

“Yes I do recall how sad he was eating the cold and soggy, he tried it once from land that a human put down next to the ocean as a sacrifice.” He laughed uncontrollably.

You also started to begin to laugh as they told you the most embarrassing stories about your boyfriend.

Floyd was upset, the people who created and raised him took his one true love Shrimpy. And he was abandoned in the school prison.

Azul ended up going there to laugh at Floyd and Jade then paid the money after realizing who’s gonna give him free labor-

He found out through a rumor and from over hearing Trey laugh about it with Riddle who was honestly waiting for this day to come.

As soon as Floyd and Jade got out. Oh boy all hell was gonna break loose Floyd was gonna find his Shrimpy.

———

While you were laughing with his parents you got this horrible chill down your spine like something bad was gonna happen. And immediate panic set it- Oh shit.

“SHRIMPY-“ A familiar dramatic voice cried out from the doors of the cafe you were sitting at with his parents.

‘Oh god no.’

He immediately spotted you and like an abnormal Titan started running to you. You got up and was about to run away till he threw his big body on you and tacked you to the table.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Oh Shrimpy how I missed you so much- you have no idea how they treated us there. It was horrible.”

“Floyd it wasn’t that bad haha.” A similar amused voice said behind him Jade clearly amused.

“Oh boys just in time we were just telling MC how much you used to pee on the seaweed-“

“MOM” “MOTHER-“

#disney twst #twst #twist x reader #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #Disney #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd

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nethhiri · 26 days

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Marooned: Chapter 31

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy/infertility

(I meant for this to be funny/lighthearted but it turned slightly angsty? Don't worry though. It's sandwiched between fluff.)

Consequences

Killer woke up before you did. At some point in the night, the positions changed until you were now the little spoon and he was curled around your back, face pressed into your hair, inhaling the way you smelled. His hand rested on your stomach, having very innocently moved your shirt out of the way so he could feel the soft skin underneath. It slid down to gently knead at your love handle. He wanted to stay like that for longer; unfortunately a ship of hungry pirates was not pleasant to be aboard. "Y/N," he whispered. "You're gonna help with breakfast, aren't you?"

You groaned, pulling the sheets over your head. "Not now, boss. M'sleepy." Clearly, you were somewhere else in your head.

His fingers prodded your ribs until a soft giggle came from under the sheets. "Wake up, breadcrumb."

"Killerrrrrrrrrr." You turned to face him with half-lidded eyes, barely peeking out from the sheets. You were about to plant a kiss on him, but shrunk closer to him when you heard boots approaching the door to the bathroom. He was also turned on his side, facing you, so you were hidden behind him, still under the sheets.

The door opened and Killer half-turned to see Kid standing in the doorway. "Killer, why are there three toothbrushes?" Kid's eyes were narrowed.

"You must have taken out another one when you were drunk." Killer didn't feel like dealing with Kid this early in the morning.

"No. Mine is blue, yers is red, and now there's a purple."

Killer straightened slightly. "Mine is blue."

"Pretty sure mine is the blue one."

"Kid!" Killer knew all too well what Kid did with his mouth and frowned at the implication they had inadvertently been sharing. "Why the fuck would I use red when that's your color? I'm blue. You're red."

Kid shrugged. "I like blue." He shook his head. "Wait that's not what I'm here to argue about. Why is there a purple!?" Kid walked around Killer's bed to see who was in it. He had a suspicion that Killer hadn't invited him to your nighttime activities like he promised. Kid grabbed the covers and yanked at them, but they didn't budge, firmly in your grip. So he did the next best thing and snaked his hand underneath, finding a small foot. "Aha!" He dragged you out from the end of the bed.

You tried to grab something to hold onto to no avail. "Killer, help!" You reached for him and giggled. "Noooooo!" You yelled as you were rudely pulled out and left to plop onto the floor. "Ow, Kid." You sat at the foot of the bed on the floor, letting your head fall back against the mattress behind you.

"I knew it! Ya fucked without me!"

"No, we didn't, Kid." Killer rolled his eyes and reached for his helmet on the side table. "Swear on your life."

Kid looked confused. "Why not? On yer period or somethin?" Why else would you be in the same bed as Killer and not fuck?

Killer scoffed. "What does that matter?" He got out of bed and started to get ready for the day.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "I don't even remember when the last time I had one was." You didn't think anything of it. Kid was, again, ruining your nice moments with Killer and it was annoying you. "Believe me. I tried." You added, "We just... cuddled. It was... nice." You felt yourself starting to flush and took that as your cue to leave before Kid could make fun of you. You moved in the shadows, trying to avoid being seen leaving Killer's room in pjs and simultaneously praying you didn't get a splinter in your bare feet. Somehow, you were successful on both fronts. Emma and Quincy noticed your absence all last evening, but they assumed you had been helping Killer in the galley and then stayed with Kid. You didn't correct them. It was weird. You could care less if people talked about you and Kid. Killer, though, you wanted to keep that to yourself. It felt wrong to talk about it, especially since it respected his privacy, too.

You met Killer in the galley to help with breakfast. Every time he put his hand against your back to push past you or grabbed something from you, brushing your hand, you felt hot. You kept feeling hot. Really hot. The feeling didn't go away and you were sweating. You leaned against the counter, feeling lightheaded.

Killer stopped his buzzing around the kitchen to put his hand on your forehead. "Are you ok?"

You shook your head. "I think I need to lay down." You felt fine when you woke up so why did you suddenly start feeling cruddy?

"Do you want me to come check on you later?" Killer probably would have just done it, however he didn't want to overstep, afraid that you would feel suffocated if he gave you too much attention too soon.

"I'm okay." You didn't want Killer wasting his time looking after you. After all, you were the doctor.

You headed directly to the infirmary, rifling through the cabinets for a few things. Before you had the chance to take the rainbow of pills sitting on the counter, a wave of nausea overcame you. Sprinting into the bathroom without a second to spare, you were hung over the toilet, heaving your guts out. Mostly bile came up since you had digested the previous night's food already. When your stomach decided to calm down, you dragged yourself to lay on one of the gurneys, promptly passing out.

The captain was in his workshop, still miffed about being left out. So what if there was no fucking? Maybe he wanted to snuggle, too. So what if he was a brute? He liked soft things, too. The sound of you entering your side of the involuntarily shared space directed his thoughts elsewhere. Kid heard all the commotion through the massively huge hole in the wall, still not fixed. "If yer gonna puke, at least shut the door. Damn," Kid mumbled. He wondered what had you feeling like shit. Surely, it wasn't Killer's cooking. He couldn't think of a time when he had ever gotten sick from his first mate's food. But there was an itch in his brain. Something you said earlier. It sent him into a cold sweat. "I don't even remember when the last time I had one was." One by one, every time he fucked you played in his head, and by default, every time he came, some times on you, but mostly in you. "Shit." Kid, paler than ever, went to find Killer.

Kid burst through the galley doors, trying to be cool, but the shifting of his eyes gave away that he was in his head. "Hey, Kil." He pretended to be interested in the food, which was hardly pretending except for the fact his stomach was doing flips. "Did ya, uh, notice anything about Y/N this morning?"

That got Killer's attention. Kid had never referred to you by name before, always using 'Rotten' or his other nicknames. Killer continued to cook, "Yeah. She didn't feel good." Where is he going with this?

"I heard her puking in the infirmary bathroom." Kid seemed anxious.

Killer was immediately concerned. "You think it was my spaghetti?" He sounded dejected. The pride he had in his food would be severely wounded if he had accidentally gave you food poisoning. He felt fine, though, and you had eaten the same thing.

Kid rubbed his arm. "No. I think it possibly, may be, slightly my fault." He was sweating.

The first mate knew his captain well, and knew that he was struggling to say something. "Kid," he said lowly. "What did you do?" Killer didn't know what to think. Did Kid pull a prank that went wrong? Maybe he accidentally poisoned you. Killer knew Kid had been annoying you by moving stuff around in the infirmary. What if he switched the bottles of something and you took too much of the wrong thing? "You better go apologize for whatever it is if you're sweating this badly over it."

"I don't think an apology will do much." Kid took a deep breath. "Remember earlier this morning? When I said the thing about the period and then she said she couldn't remember the last one."

Killer put 2 and 2 together. "Kid... We've talked about this." The world didn't need any more red-headed pirates in it.

"I know. I know! But in the moment... And she didn't stop me! So it's not all my fault!"

Killer wasn't all that worried. Sure. It was a very real possibility, but he doubted a woman so hellbent on revenge and being reckless would even allow it to be a remote one. "She's not stupid, Kid. If she wasn't worried, then either there's not a reason to be, OR she wanted to have your kid. And I HIGHLY doubt the second possibility. She can't stand even the one of you."

Kid looked a touch offended. "Killer, you aren't taking this seriously." Kid ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't put that much thought into thatpart of his future.

Killer shrugged. "It's not my kid." He knew that would rile Kid up, but couldn't resist poking at him. If he was actually concerned, he would be more empathetic.

Kid huffed. "Well the way the two of ya are getting on, yer gonna be the step-dad." He folded his arms, reminded of being left out.

"Oh my god, you're jealous." Killer chuckled. Kid was so cute when he was jealous. His pouty face and grumbling voice made Killer grin under his mask. Killer shook his head and sighed. "Why don't you leave her alone for now, and later I'll go with you to check up on her, unless you want to go by yours-"

"No. I need ya to come with me." Kid quickly interjected. It's not like he was scared or anything. It was for you, in case you needed Killer's support.

After an entire day of Kid pacing the ship, freaking out in his head, Killer had found him and the two went to check on you. At first Kid was freaking out about the presence of a child on a pirate ship, though none of them were raised in savory conditions in the first place, so maybe it would be fine. Then he was freaking out because the combined personalities of you and he would be an absolute demon of a child, and how would he make it listen. Kid didn't really love the idea of a kid, but he would be damned if he let it grow up like he, Killer, Wire, and Heat did. If you even stayed, or wanted it, or wanted to participate in raising it. There were a lot of uncertainties. Unwarranted, as he would soon find out.

Killer knocked and entered.

"I told you not to check on me," your voice was strained. They didn't see you initially. You had opted to lay with Mini on the floor, instead of the gurney. Lay was a strong term, you were curled into a ball, shivering. "Don't come closer!" You held your hand out in a gesture to stop.

"You look like shit." Killer saw how green and clammy you were. Sweating, yet shaking like you were freezing. He could plainly see that you were sick.

Lifting your head to look at him, you didn't think Kid would be there as well. You assumed Killer would probably come check on you or send Heat even though you said not to. Kid, though, he wasn't the type to show concern for another person. You pulled yourself up to be sitting. He had a weird energy about him. "What's your problem?" You directed it at Kid.

"YER PREGNANT!" He blurted it right out.

You stared at him blankly. How the fuck did he reach that conclusion? A bunch of things went through your head at once. It was something you didn't go telling everyone. But you realized you probably should have mentioned it to the guy who was shooting loads in you basically every day for weeks off and on. You didn't feel bad, however, because you were still mad at him for a variety of reasons and he deserved to sweat a little. "Well, fuck I would have stopped drinking if I knew that." You got serious and frowned at him. "And what do you plan to do about it?"

Kid stammered. "I-I- uh." He didn't have to struggle for long. He thought you were crying before realizing you were laughing at him.

"Kid, relax. I'm not." You smirked. "Is that why you ran out of here like a scared animal this morning?" You shouldn't be laughing at his mental torment, but seeing Kid a little scared was interesting and you were a little delirious from whatever concoction you whipped up for yourself.

"Told you." Killer stated, matter-of-factly, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Shut up. I wasn't worried." Kid grumbled, though visibly relieved. "But explain anyways," Kid demanded. "You were puking and... you know all the times-"

"All the times you couldn't pull out because this pussy is too good? Yeah I recall." Mainly, you didn't want to go about your day dripping cum into your panties. You gave up on asking him to pull out however, because he simply couldn't. "I would have been a lot angrier with you if there was a risk of getting pregnant, dumbass. But now I can't help but wonder how many brats you have out there in the world with that shitty ass pull-out game." You were giggling.

"I'm more careful with whores! Shut up!" Kid was fully red.

Killer shot you a dubious look.

"Aw, does that mean I'm not a whore to you?" You decided to grace him with an answer. "It's physically impossible for me to have a kid. So you can continue to nut as you please, when I decide to fuck you again." '

"When?" Killer questioned, a cheeky look on his face.

You corrected yourself. "If. If I decide."

Normally Kid would have been focusing on the part about the nutting. However, he was stuck on the first thing you said. You weren't a whore to him, but what were you to him? Both you and Killer had assumed he was jealous of the time Killer spent with you instead of with him. Kid found himself strangely jealous of your attention. He wanted more of it. "Why can't ya?" Kid didn't mean to be rude, for once. He just wanted to know, to be sound of mind.

Killer hit the back of his head. "You can't ask that!"

"It's fine." It didn't really bother you. You never wanted kids in the first place and in this life, it was a blessing in disguise. A really painful, terrible disguise. You pulled up your shirt, holding the hem in your teeth, and unbuttoned your pants, pulling the waistband down until it was at the edge of your pubes. "You probably never noticed it since you were preoccupied with... other things." There was a pale, silvery, jagged scar about 2/3 of the way from your belly button to your mons, just above your pubic ramus. "Katana got me." You shivered and put your pants back on.

"Oh," was all Kid said.

"You really don't look good. Do you need some soup? Water?" Killer saw how uncomfortable you were and also wanted to change the subject since he wasn't sure how much it bothered you.

"M'fine." You let yourself slide back down on your side. Mini picked up her head and licked you.

Stubborn. "Ok. Will you have someone get me if it gets worse?"

"Probably not."

"It wasn't a question," Killer put on his first-mate voice. He continued, "Kid, why don't you keep an eye on her?"

"I'm not fuckin staying here ta get sick."

"Lucky for you, someone installed an observation window," Killer motioned to the big fucking hole in the wall, "so you can sit alllll the way at your workbench and still see."

Kid grumbled, walking over to his side of the space and Killer left.

You barely moved over the next day and Kid couldn't stand the sight of you shivering. So damn annoying. He tried to ignore it, ignore you. Every noise or sudden movement you made had his head snapping up to see what was wrong. He couldn't focus on anything he did. With a frustrated growl, he stomped over to look down on you. "Yer so damn irritating." Shrugging his coat off, he laid it over you. "If ya barf on this, I'm throwing ya into the sea, got it?" You didn't give any response, deep in sleep. His eyes flicked to your right ear. The top part of the helix was missing, damaged from the attack you had endured. He didn't know what came over him the other day, but as he fiddled with scraps, he had an idea. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small, crescent shaped piece of metal that he hid from Killer earlier in the week. It was cuffed and made from a nice silvery-colored metal. With a gentleness unbecoming of hands so rough and calloused, he moved your hair out of the way and slid the metal prosthetic, though it was more like jewelry, over your ear. It attached to the helix that was left to resemble the part that was missing, like the tip of your ear was dipped in silver. "Hmph." A small flicker of pride lit inside him. It looked good. Of course it does. I made it. He didn't know why, but he did.

#bro if someone was using my toothbrush I would puke on the spot #idk why that's so nasty to me #It's Kid's turn to be a sweetie but he's still a meanie about it #idk about y'all but when I read the fics with blatant unprotected sex I get anxious about the reader and pregnancy #be safe y'all fr #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #marooned #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #x reader #one piece #anyways it was supposed to be lighthearted but I didn't want to make light of infertility bc it's extremely serious for some people #I hope I respected that

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leclsrc · 1 year

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keep a place for me – cl16

Charles has been single all his life, and you know the reason why.

auds here... title from this, the song that inspired me to write. u can Never go wrong w frank ocean (facts) one of my top artists of allll time!

Will Charles Leclerc Ever Stop Being a Bachelor?

“This is fucking bullshit.” He shuts the phone off, but the headline’s font has branded itself even behind his eyelids. Irritation simmers just beneath them, his hands gesturing wildly to convey his annoyance to you and Pierre, as you watch with mild concern. He eyes you both. “Bullshit!”

“Not—mate, I love you—but it’s not really.” Pierre eases into it slowly, sheepishly almost. “You’ve been single forever. And the headline is just pointing that… out.”

Charles huffs a little, crosses his arms, gives a half-hearted shrug. “Fine. So what, what do—do they wish for me to get married and have kids within the year?!”

“I don’t think your bachelor status is really a cause of complaint for these fans,” you point out. “I’d think they’re happy. Charles, tabloids spin this bullshit all the time for their benefit and clout.”

“Yeah.” Pierre nods along. “Fans know not to feed into it, so relax. Believe us—your two closest friends. And hey, the fans, they’re actually making a pretty good point, if you think about it.”

Pierre! You yell in unison, heads whipping in his direction.

He throws two arms up, eyes widening at the sudden display of aggression from his two friends, fans the both of you off. “Oi, I’m being honest. Charles has been single since forever. Seriously, forever.” Your eyes refuse to meet Charles’ now that the topic has fully focused on his being single; you gulp instead, crossing your arms. Pierre is a little shit though, and pushes further: “What, did thirteen-year-old Charles get his heart broken, or something?”

“Try seventeen,” sighs Charles, defeated almost. Your eyes flicker to him, his sitting figure, then back to Pierre, whose eyes are bright with curiosity.

Pierre almost can’t believe it. “Mate?! Why’ve you never mentioned this?”

“Because it wasn’t relevant,” he clarifies firmly. “At the time. But it’s been so long, I guess. With somebody from Monaco. We’d been proper close then, but I’d always liked her. Maybe love, it was, at that point.”

“Aha, now we’re talking, chat!” Pierre pulls a seat out from the counter you’re all sitting at—your kitchen counter—and leans forward, interested. You remain standing, leaning against the counter, eyes on the tile, breathing slow and heavy. “Then what?”

“Nothing, I just—I told her I liked her on a trip to Paris.”

He lies. Even now, in the clouds of age and patched-up relationships and work and new lives, you can recount the night from memory, a cold chilly one in Monaco on the eve of his eighteenth, on the roof of your family home. He let it all out in one breath, a rushed I love you, and then garbled additions to his confession followed.

I’ve always loved you, he said, pressed when you shook your head no. You kept shaking your head and he kept going. You know I’ve always loved you, je ne cesserai jamais de t’aimer. But even with your hands clasped in his you said no, no, this is wrong, it’ll end badly, don’t want this, please. For us, don’t. For me.

Because even then Charles had the light of a world champion, the drive of one, and you saw it in him so early. You saw with it the doom of a potential relationship, and resolved to end things before they even started. It wouldn’t happen without it being ruined, you figured, so why let it happen at all?

“Proper romantic, Charles!” Pierre hollers. “What’d she say?”

You loved Charles so much it was almost painful.

Rejecting him, feigning indifference, pretending you only thought of him platonically felt alien. You played the part well, thought—this is Charles with the funny voice impressions. Charles with a habit of biting his nails. But the truth was, you cared. You cared so deeply, and you were so in love, in the way all seventeen-year-olds are, a childish thing.

You might dismiss the love to be childish, just to ignore how real it was, but it really was real. The love really was something. You’d have done anything for him, and you can place for a fact he would’ve said the same for you. The problem is you’re still in love, living out the stretch of the last few years in silent torture, silent suffering.

And you wish sometimes to be childish again, to be seventeen and say yes, I do love you, ignore the consequences that might come with it. You long so desperately for his love, and the fact that he’s willing to give it makes it more painful, the way you know you will never allow yourself to receive it. The fans, the fame, the danger. Was it worth it? To be wanted, needed by him?

“She said she…” Finally, finally your eyes meet, in a way so different from the usual. With this comes the rush of nostalgia, of hurt, of pain. Of love, unrequited and unconfessed, left abandoned in childhood rooftops. “…just wanted to stay friends.”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #f1 x reader

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bg-brainrot · 5 months

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Day 3 of winter fluff! A bit more sappy than fluffy but hey, sometimes they need some sap.

Prompt: Gifts

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Part of Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: Astarion and you love stealing gifts for each other all the time, so when it comes to a Winter Solstice present, you’re stumped on what to give him. You’re not particularly talented at things that aren’t killing, so you ask your good friend Shadowheart for advice. It turns out Astarion had much the same issue.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, post-canon

Word count: 1.5k

“Shadowheart, I need your help!” you say to the cleric, who’s currently sitting at your dining table. She'd come over for drinks and stayed the night, providing you with the perfect opportunity to get her opinion.

She looks up from her morning meal to your sudden, panicked appearance. “Good morning to you too.”

“Good morning,” you say with a huff. “Now, would you please help me?”

“That depends,” she says, lolling her head to the side pensively. “Are you here for the exact same reason Astarion ambushed me this morning?”

You give her a confused look, as if to say, ‘how-the-hells-am-I-supposed-to-know-that’ and respond with a pleading, “Shadowheart.”

"You're both so predictable," she says with a sigh. "Very well, what do you need help with?"

"It's almost the Winter Solstice and I don't know what to get Astarion." It's the first Winter Solstice you'll spend together, and while you were looking forward to having some company over for a Midwinter celebration in a few weeks, this holiday would just be for the two of you.

Shadowheart purses her lips knowingly, and you belatedly realize what she'd meant.

"He asked you too, didn't he?"

"He did," she says, taking an excruciatingly long sip from her goblet of what you strongly suspect is more wine. "And I'm going to tell you the exact same thing I told him: you're the only one who knows what would be meaningful."

"What kind of advice is that?" you ask with a scoff, before you start to walk off.

"Funny, he said the same thing."

Despite your complaints, Shadowheart's advice does prove useful. When you finally sit down to think, you come up with a few strong candidates for presents.

A new dagger– he keeps talking about how one of his current ones has a hilt that cuts into his thumb.

A new pomade for his curls– he’s noted a few times that the kind he uses doesn't take well to the cold.

A skeleton key – you're not sure how difficult it would be to obtain, but he's mentioned one more than enough times that you're certain he would make good use of it.

But all of these things are so… normal. After all of the adventures you've lived though together in such a short amount of time, none of these items feel like enough.

What can I get him? You pace, you yell, you assure the man in question that you're perfectly fine, thanks for asking.

It's not until Astarion's distracted by his meditation that an idea finally clicks. Aha!

"Well darling, I know we said nothing too much this year– after all we found each other, the greatest gift of all," Astarion says with an exaggerated hair toss, to which you give an amused snort. "But I couldn't help myself."

He hands you an ornate metal box, atop which a large red ribbon is expertly tied. "Astarion," you say with a gasp. "This looks too nice!"

"If you think the wrapping is nice, wait until you open it," he says with a cheeky, fanged grin.

"Wait– before I open it!"

You're both seated before your fireplace, cuddled up on a couch. So when you suddenly jolt up, ruining Astarion's cozy lean into you, you just hear a disgruntled, 'really, darling!'

Paying no mind to his complaint, you go to where you hid your present for him. You have a quick moment of concern, is it enough? Will he like it? But your excitement to give him the gift overrides all others, so you scoop it up and return to your lover.

"Here, let’s open them together,” you say, depositing your far-less-impressive gift box on his lap. It’s still a nice wooden box with a gold ribbon tying it together, which Astarion gladly takes.

“Oh darling, you shouldn’t have,” he says, with unabashed joy on his face.

You sit facing one another and open your gifts on the count of three. 1… 2… 3!

A moment later you have the ribbon off and the box opened in front of you to see a set of three items, each more beautifully embroidered than the last: a silken black scarf, a pair of delicate black lambskin leather gloves, and a black hooded cloak.

On the first, you see a pattern of red azaleas along the edges, a flower with nectar often used in poisons. Your knowledge of toxins was one of the things you’d first bonded over– you remember entering a vivid conversation with him over the merits of various poisonous plants and which venoms were worth using in combat.

On the second, you see a gold pattern of thieves’ cant symbols along the rim of the gloves. You take a moment to read the text, easily slipping into the written language of rogues. The left glove says, ‘together we fight’ and the right glove says, ‘together we stay.’ How appropriate for a matching set of gloves, you think.

On the third, the cloak, the embroidery is done in a dark gray thread, likely to keep it practical for hiding in the shadows. The effect is subtle but beautiful, as you see that Astarion has detailed out two sections of the cloak. On one side is a deadly looking dagger, a snake wrapped around it. Next to that is a matching dagger with a bat hanging from it. You smile at it, a deep affection gripping your heart– it’s the two of you.

“Oh Astarion,” you say, looking back to him with a lump in your throat.

The man in question is still absorbed with one of your gifts, and you realize he’s likely unable to hear you right now.

Before him lay your own presents: a new dagger, like you’d planned for, a new pommade which it appears he’s already opened, and the object he’s currently using. In his hands is a smooth, fist-sized orb, glassy in appearance but clouded over now as Astarion uses it. With some assistance from Gale, you’d managed to procure a memory orb, an object that allows you to store up to ten minutes of memories and relive those memories by concentrating on the object.

You’d filled it with memories of the two of you, including hugs, kisses, moments of love and excitement. It was a cacophonous melody of your time together so far, and one that seems to be a tune to Astarion’s liking, judging from the smile on his face as he concentrates on the object.

After the ten minutes elapses, he emerges from the memory to find you already wearing the gifts he’s made you. “Astarion, I can’t believe you made these in such a short amount of time,” you say, as soon as he’s back. “They’re amazing.”

He laughs breathlessly, head still swimming with memories. “I’m glad you like them, dear. It certainly helps that I can embroider while you sleep.”

“Well, you outdid yourself,” you say, showing off your gloved hands to him. “Every little detail is just so perfect. Thank you, love.”

“Of course,” he says and his smile overwhelms you with its brilliance. “And your gifts, especially the orb... darling, that was…” He trails off, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“It wasn’t too sappy?” you ask him, knowing how uncomfortable he gets when things get too mushy.

He shakes his head at you, and grabs your gloved hands in his. “Not at all. It was fantastic. Seeing myself through your memories… I guess I see why you fell for me.” His fanged grin is wicked, but the love behind his eyes is unmistakable.

“You were annoying easily to fall for, love,” you say with a wistful sigh. You pause a moment and tug on his arms. “I confess, I also wanted to get you a skeleton key, but I’m starting to think those are a myth.”

Astarion laughs, placing the rest of the presents on a side table and pulling you closer. “Isn’t that sweet of you? No need dear, there’s nothing behind a lock that I need that badly, not when I have you.” He presses a soft peck on your lips as he drags you onto him.

“Wintertime has done something to you, love,” you say, curling into his lap. “I’ve never seen you so sappy.”

The man grimaces, but holds you close all the same. “Please don’t say that near Shadowheart, she’s already accused me of something heinous.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“She said I was ‘getting into the holiday spirit’,” he answers, all but gagging on his own words. “Ridiculous. I just enjoy lavishing you with gifts.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and say, “You are quite good at that.”

“Mmhm,” he murmurs happily at your praise. Carefully unwrapping your new scarf from your neck, he begins peppering you with kisses. Each sends a jolt of electricity down your spine and you only hold him tighter. “You know, some of those memories were quite… well, memorable. Would you care to recreate any?”

The only response you can manage under his fervent kisses is a pleased hum. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a note to thank Shadowheart for her sage gift-giving advice.

#astarion #astarion x tav #rogue + rogue #fanfic #astarion x reader #bg3holidayfluffle23

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rabuhiiro · 1 year

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heart forecast

...oh dear god, please help me today!

[suou tsukasa / fem!reader]

SYNOPSIS — the smell of melted chocolates remain in the air after the 14th of february. most people would think that valentine's is over, but a certain knight thinks otherwise as he prepares a gift for someone whose birthday is two days after the holiday.

WARNINGS — gendered reader, with a set birthday and preference!

GENRE — fluff, (kinda) valentine special? dedicated to @narukape !!

"Maybe she'd like something a bit more bitter—? No, that's ridiculous. What kind of sweet tooth would like something bitter? Maybe something minty would go well with the occasion—"

"What the hell are you doing, Kasa?"

Yelping, the red-headed leader of KNIGHTS stood up from his crouching position, eyes wide as he faces his blue-eyed senior that had his hands on his hips. "S-Sena! What brings you here?"

"Look, I can't just stand here and watch you murmur to yourself while you ruin your posture crouching at the bottom cupboards." explained Izumi, sighing. "I can smell chocolates—didn't Valentine's already pass?"

Tsukasa fumbled with his uniform. "I know I could've had my gift ready two days ago..."

"Whaaatt? You're giving someone handmade chocolates!?" Izumi raised an eyebrow, leaning on the counter with a teasing glint in his eyes. "My, my, Kasa, I never took you to be that kind of person."

"I-It is only polite to gift someone something for their birthday, Sena!" The purple-eyed teenager retorted. "There's nothing else behind it!"

Izumi tilted his head. "Wait, birthday?" He paused. "Aha, is it I think who it is?"

Tsukasa looked down in shame. "Please don't tease me about it..."

"Well that is indeed gentlemanly of you, Kasa!" Said Izumi with somewhat sarcastic praise, not listening to his plea. "Especially since you're aware of her big and obvious crush on you, no?"

"I-I am fully aware, yes...!" Tsukasa exclaimed, a pink blush adorning his cheeks. "It would make her happy! It is only proper to make a lady happy on her special day—!"

"But you'd give her false hope, Suu," said Ritsu from behind the red-head with a mischievous grin. "Though, that wouldn't be a problem unless you like her back~?"

"I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THOSE KINDS OF THINGS, RITSU!" Yelled Tsukasa in panic, turning around to face his black-haired unit mate with his ears turning red. "As I mentioned earlier, it is but a formal gesture!"

"But you didn't deny the fact that you like her?" Taunted Ritsu. "Oh dear, we have a bad case of a crush here."

Tsukasa started gripping his hair in irritation. "I don't like her, either! She's messy and forgetful, she doesn't even try to tidy up her hair after tying it, she overworks herself, she stresses out too much on things she shouldn't—!"

"Kasa, Kasa!" Izumi slapped the back of his head. "Liking someone isn't gonna kill you, idiot! No need to be so in denial about it!"

The KNIGHTS leader shook his head, on the verge of pulling his hair out because of his seniors. "I'm not in denial!"

Ritsu sighed, walked over to Izumi, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Let's leave him be, he'll figure out the obvious himself."

Izumi scoffed. "Fine," he replied, turning away and walking out of the kitchen with a wave of a hand. "I'll go find Leo so we can practice after lunch."

"Heh," Ritsu chuckled, leaning towards Tsukasa's ear with the same grin. "She likes milk chocolate with raisins and nuts, by the way."

Tsukasa crossed his arms and huffed, cheeks going pink. "How picky."

The older idol laughed. "Right?" He then gave him a pat on the shoulder too. "Good luck with your chocolate." He said before leaving the kitchen, probably to nap under another tree.

"...thank you." Murmured Tsukasa who was back to being alone in the kitchen in ES.

His eyebrow twitched. They're making me think I'm in denial, He thought. Which I'm sure I'm not. I'm only doing this purely out of formalities, yes. No more thoughts will eat my brain.

He was wrong.

Tsukasa stood in front of a theatre arts course classroom the next day, holding a heart-shaped box of what was obviously chocolates behind his back. His purple eyes wandered around the room to find a certain girl laughing and chatting with her friends. He was unable to take another step—he didn't know why, himself.

He watched as she talked, holding a notebook and pen in her hands at the same time. It looked like a graphing notebook—perhaps her unfinished math homework? He bit the inside of his cheek. She could've finished it the day prior. He thought.

[name] suddenly laughs at her s friend's statement, slamming her pen on the table they surrounded and coughing in surprise. Her [hair length] [hair color] hair was messy as usual, even if attempts to make it tidy were evident.

He liked her laugh. He never got to hear it a lot outside of school due to differences in jobs, but it was entertaining to say the least. Her laugh wasn't elegant or even formal in anyway—rather, it was funny. He almost laughed himself after hearing it with a little snort.

[name]'s classmates then started noticing the idol was waiting for someone as he stood in front of their doorway. Why was the leader of KNIGHTS in the theatre course area of Yumenosaki? [name]'s friend asked themselves that as they nudged her, nodding their head at Tsukasa's direction.

The girl glanced at him, her eyes turning wide and her cheeks turning pink. She stood up quickly. "K-Kasa! What brings you here?" She asked, her voice cracking.

Tsukasa cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the box behind his back. He could hear the little giggles from students passing by as they get a good view of the obviously romantic gift. He wanted to jump out of the building that moment.

...dear God, please help me today. He thought to himself.

He inhaled. "Do... Do you have a minute?" He asked slowly. [name] immediately nodded and shuffled through the classroom that now had their eyes on the two pink-faced teens.

"Yes...! I do have a minute!" Said [name] after standing in front of him. She ran a hand through her [hair color] hair. "Do you need anything?"

Tsukasa looked down at the floor, the ceiling, the rest of the classroom—anything that wasn't her eager eyes. He gulped, his mouth starting to feel dry. "W-Well, it's your birthday, right...?"

[name] nodded again. "Mhmm! I'm growing older, now—against my will, mind you."

The boy resisted the urge to chuckle and took a deep breath. Slowly, he revealed the heart-shaped box of chocolates from behind his back, handing it out to her whilst bowing. He was thankful his hair was long enough to cover his reddening face. "H-Happy Birthda—no, Valentine's? I mean, it is your birthday, but..."

She wasn't given any time to respond as the cheers of her classmates roared in the room, attracting passerbys that were curious enough to see what was going on. Murmurs mixed with the excited squeals that were deafening to their ears. A moment after, the school speakers started to ring, alerting them of the voice that was to be heard a second later.

"Aaa, aaaaaa—CAN EVERYBODY HEAR ME!?"

Every single person either flinched or covered their ears from the loud volume of a rather familiar voice. Tsukasa had sensed danger from the voices alone and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Leo! The volume is too loud, you could've made everyone deaf!" Said a scolding voice from the speakers. "I can't believe you even dragged me into this nonsense, we're not even supposed to be here, we're graduates!"

The massive iconic laugh of the person named Leo echoed throughout the whole school. "But we did get permission from Emperor, right!? We're fine~!"

A sigh was then given. "Please forgive us for taking your time, everyone." The voice apologized. "As you know, I'm Sena Izumi, and the loud idiot who almost bursted your earsdrums is Tsukinaga Leo. We are here to broadcast a message on Suou Tsukasa's behalf."

The previously silent school then started booming with whispers and excited giggles. Tsukasa felt many eyes on him—as he was supposed to be used to it, their gazes were not of the usual ones he knew was to be given. He hadn't expected this; he wasn't even expecting his own seniors to interfere! It was supposed to be a short interaction: him giving his gift to [name], greeting her a happy birthday, and then getting along with his day. But NO! They just HAD to do something stupid!

Tsukasa stood up straight, still holding out the box of chocolates, and then glancing at the speakers. "That is a complete lie! I hadn't requested anyone NOR any of you to deliver a message for me PUBLICLY!" He stated.

His two seniors seemed to have heard him clearly somehow, both chuckling at his response. "We know you didn't ask us to do this, Suo~! But it's for your own good, y'know?" Leo said, making Tsukasa's ears turn red in embarrassment. "It's not a want, it's a need!"

"WH—WHAT DO YOU MEAN—!?"

"Not everyone knows, but a certain friend of ours just turned older today, and it was a big deal for our dear little Kasa." Izumi started, ignoring Tsukasa's pleas to stop talking. "It was quite annoying seeing him fumble in the ES kitchen yesterday, wondering, 'What would [name] even like!? Dark chocolate? Milk chocolate!?' He had been murmuring the same thing over and over since the 14th! Why couldn't he have asked her? Because he's a coward, that's why!"

Giggles and teasing glances were thrown at the red-faced Tsukasa as he stood still in his place, powerless and unable to even speak a single word. [name] stared at the speakers with wide eyes, wanting to question the boy in front of her immediately but decided to listen in on the story more.

"Suo~ had been anticipating this day so badly, y'know?" Leo added. "He was more excited than [name] herself. I wondered if the Christmas spirit was late to get to him until Naru explained why he was as fidgety as a little kid. I was like, 'oh! So that means he wants to gift [name] something big? Does he like her that much?'"

"And Kasa was quick to retort with, 'no I do not! It is but a simple gesture of gratitude and formality!' and all the other things he says all the time." Sighed Izumi. "It's like that every time we mention [name]. 'She's messy and disorganized! She frequently stays up late, her eyebags can be mistaken for emo make up!' he says!" Laughs erupted from the surrounding students, making Tsukasa's hands shake in nervousness as the 'broadcast' went on.

Leo laughed along and sighed. "We are here today to show how proud we are of our little leader of KNIGHTS, despite him being in denial most of the time!" He stated. "You were in the process of giving the chocolates to [name], no?" He asked, and everyone knew he meant Tsukasa.

He stiffened. [name], meanwhile, glanced back at the boy after looking up at the speakers the whole time, her flustered expression catching the eyes of the witnesses from all around her.

"Hey, [name]!" Leo called. "There's a crumpled letter taped under the lid of the box—it's obviously written by Suo~! Fortunately, Naru was able to sneak it back in the gift before Suo~ could leave for school!"

The red-head perked up at the mention of the letter. Before Tsukasa could even react, [name] was swift enough to open the gift and take off the letter from the lid, moving it away from his extending hand as she read the contents with her hand raised up high.

"From what I remember, the letter says," Leo hummed. People could visualize him rubbing his cheek as he looked up at the ceiling in thought. "Thank you for being born. You are very special, and I appreciate you. Happy Birthday, dear."

Everyone went silent as they all processed the contents of the letter—the intended recipient staring at the said crumpled paper, her face slowly going as red as a sweet and ripe cherry. 'Dear'? She thought. ...DEAR!?

Tsukasa's thoughts were in an endless spiral.

He didn't think they'd find the letter he wrote on a whim—he thought it would be too much to give. He didn't even like her that way, he thought. But denial was a river in Egypt, and [name]'s feelings being reciprocated was definitely real.

He was slowly learning to accept it, and he kind of hated that.

[name] slowly lowered her hand, eyes glued onto the letter. Tsukasa then grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, causing both of their heart rates to increase simultaneously. He smiled against the skin of her hand, murmuring,

"Happy Birthday, and Happy Valentine's."

Cheers, screams, yells, and somehow the sound of metal clanging spread across the classroom. [name] and Tsukasa's flustered faces being displayed for everyone to see, it caused the word to spread like literal wildfire and eventually, the school erupted with celebration.

Ritsu and Arashi popped out from the back of the classroom, both giggling as the former held a camera in his hands. "The others are gonna love~ this."

Arashi sighed, leaning her head on the palm of her hand. "They look so adorable together! I wonder when the wedding will be~?" She asked, purposely increasing the volume of her voice to tease the two at the front.

[name] was speechless at that point—staring Tsukasa and their joined hands back and forth, stammering and unable to think straight. It was a hilarious sight for most.

...but it's a cute sight for me. Tsukasa thought, smiling softly to himself.

After realizing what kind of words his brain had just formed, he let go of her hand and grabbed his hair, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. "GAH!"

The girl jumped in surprise. "WAH!?"

NOTES — HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH

#enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #suou tsukasa #tsukasa suou x reader #suou tsukasa x reader #tsukasa suou

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softwebss · 2 years

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Hi! Can you write somethinh with MJ confessing to fem reader? Or gender neutral, don't make difference

accident-prone . michelle jones

♡ synopsis: mj fixes you up after a mishap in gym class, and she accidentally confesses to you // gender neutral reader

♡ warnings: fluff, mentions of bruising, first aid, injury + a bit of swearing, a suggestive reference at the end

♡ a/n: oml anon I'm so sorry for posting this SO late skldwffga :((( I've been really busy w exams and studying for midterms so I didn't find the inspiration or time to even start!!! but I hope you like it <3

"you're such a dumbass," mj smirked, teaching you how to do the math problem you were stuggling in properly. Honestly, you studied barely anything. the complications of the formula were bugging you, and you really didn't want to fail in your midterms. "tell me something I don't know!" you groaned, scribbling the wrong answer and writing the correct one. "WATCH OUT!" mj shouted out of the blue. you looked up from your notebook, puzzled. BANG! The sheer impact of the basketball made your head fizz, and you felt your brain bang against your head. it all went black, and the last thing you heard was a muffled yell from mj. studying in the basketball court was not a good idea. "THE FUCK WAS THAT, BRAD?!" mj was on extreme stress. her crush, the literal love of her life just got smacked in the head with a basketball. great, wasn't it? she just tried warning you, but damnit your slow reaction time just ruined it all. mj had everything she wanted, you and her having some sweet alone time, finishing up some math assignments like usual. she finally mustered the courage up to make a move, because your oblivious self didn't have a clue. or so she thought. mj shoved the door behind her, carrying her bookbag inside the room. there you were, sprawled across the sofa, with a bruised forehead. you dozed peacefully, and she smiled at the way you slept, careless of who or what was around you. the sudden slam of the door made you shuffle a bit. mj froze in her place, afraid of what you might do or say. yeahhhh, she did just technically kidnap you, you could say that. it wasn't that bad. your eyes fluttered open, and the might thing that you spotted was the grey blanket laid onto you. you groaned, rubbing the previously hit area. mj smiled at your cuteness. it was absolutely heart wrenching to her. "what the fuck happened," you groaned. mj plopped the bag on a nearby couch and leant downwards to fetch something from a fridge. "you, my friend, just got hit in the head with a baskeball," she mumbled, clearing the fridge out to find her ice pack.

"I DID WHAT?"

"courtesy of Brad Davis, of course," she added. you smacked yourself in the forehead to emphasis the stupidity you just heard. that made the ringing in your head even worse.

"aha!" she announced, carrying the ice pack towards you. your breath hitched at the sight of her care towards you. mj caressed your head and told you to lean back.

"love, if you keep moving your head I won't be able to fix it up, and there will be a gigantic bruise," mj cooed. you stiffened, crooning your neck toward her. "l-love?" you choked.

"DUMB, DUMB!" she cut off, looking sideways, trying to advert your eyes. "I MEANT DUMB- HAHA-" she nervously laughed, holding the ice pack against you. did she... did she just call you love? the slip of tongue was so absent minded of her. she mentally facepalmed. mj tried to distract you by further examined your injury, trying to soothe the pain. you looked her in the eyes and noticed the beauty of them. how could you not have noticed that before? she looked you and sighed relentlessly. your eyes were closed now, soothed by her touch. the ice pack made the bruise go halfway away. she, on the other hand, thought you were asleep. but you felt her gaze on you, and the sheer care that she showed for you made you just melt. "I love you so goddamn much," you breathed out unconsiously. it was a whisper, but it meant the world to her. when she heard you, she leant down and grabbed your collar.

"WHA-" you exclaimed at the sudden gesture, as she pulled you in and kissed you. it wasn't a big deal, your biggest crush just kissed you, you told yourself.

but honestly? it meant the fucking world. the tenderness of her soft lips against yours, the touch of her skin creeping up on her. an arm snaked around your waist, and you ran a hand through her hair. the feeling of electric shocks ran through you.

a ball of warmness mixed with flurries of anxious butterflies churned in your stomach. "you're so accident-prone" she grinned, pulling away from you, the sensation still electrifying you. and lets just say, that day ended with the both of you on top of each other, doing something you probably weren't supposed to do

#mj #michelle jones #mj x reader #michelle jones x reader #nwh #spider man #mj fluff #michelle jones fluff #zendaya! michelle jones #zendaya! mj #zendaya x reader #zendaya fluff

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anxious-lee-ler · 7 months

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An Unusual Form of Interrogation

Tw// can be considered non-con, intense tickles, tickling until short-circuiting (passing out), and electrocution

Solar woke up with a migraine. Where the hell was he? All he remembered was hearing yelling as he arrived at the daycare and then ringing in a vast of bright white light. He looked around the cold area. A cell…? A damp one at that. The smell of mildew and water… and was that blood? He shook his head trying to convince himself otherwise. Where were Sun and Mo-

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud british and deranged voice. "Oh splendid~! You've finally awoken!"

Solar groaned at the loudness of the voice. The gears in his head grinded even more. "Mmngh… God…" He looks at the figure standing at the cell door. "Oh. Great… You must be Ruin." There was a bitterness in his tone.

"Yes! It is I! And why that tone, hm~?" Ruin smiled, unlocking and entering the cell. "Are you not happy to see me?! I'm offended…!" He dramatically placed a hand on his chest.

"I'm sure you are…" Solar mumbled, and shifted in his spot, feeling a bit uncomfortable in the amalgam's presence. "What do you want with me?"

"Oh? Did that explosion make you forget?" Ruin taunted, "Might I remind you that Sun and Moon seem to be alive. And I know that you have contacted them recently~! So where are they?"

"And why would I tell you that," Solar sneered.

This proved to be a mistake as Ruin stared before starting to smirk. "Oh, joyous~! I knew you would say that! I've been dying to try this new technique~!" He let his voice drop for effect.

"What the hell are you-" Solar was caught off guard as Ruin proceeded to pull a feather out of… actually Solar wasn't quite sure, but he assumed his hat. His eyes widened. Oh no.

"Quite the reaction there, dear Solar~! You wouldn't perhaps be…" Ruin gasped "Ticklish would you~?!"

"No… I'm not," Solar tried to lie, but between his hesitation and slightly flushed face, Ruin wasn't convinced. In fact, it just made the thing cackle.

"OH~! Lying won't get you anywhere, Solar~!" Ruin sung. "Now~ I know that you're going to fight me! So let's change that, shall we?"

Before Solar could question what he meant, a painful shock jolted through his body. He let out a cry, clawing at his arms as he hugged himself on the floor. This caused Ruin to chuckle and grab Solar after the electrocution and chain his hands together, then hang them on the wall.

"Wonderful~! Now you can't do anything! All I have to do is sit in your lap~" Ruin cheered.

"L… like hell you… you are…" Solar strained out. He'd never been electrocuted before… It felt worse than going through the portal of the daycare.

"You have no choice." Ruin growled, actually sounding frustrated. But he huffed and smiled once more, plopping himself on Solar's lap.

Solar felt too weak to fight him after the shock. And he had a feeling things were about to get worse. His thoughts were interrupted by Ruin. "Hmmm~ Where to first~? I can't pick, there's so many fun places~!"

"J-just choose-"

"Quiet you! I'm trying to think! What do you think, sir feather?"

Solar rolled his eyes before feeling a soft touch on his stomach, making him jump with a muffled squeak.

"Oh~? The tummy hmmm~? Perfect!"

Upon hearing this, Solar wished for death. If he didn't die from embarrassment, anyway. "AHA! FUHUCK!" He tried to jerk his body away from the feather, already squealing and giggling his head off. It didn't help that a feather was on his stomach, and a clawed hand met his side. While those claws were incredibly tickly, he knew that they could shred him like paper. "Gehehet ohahahaff!!"

"My goodness, you're as rowdy as a bull! Too bad I'm not stopping this until you talk~!"

"Noho!"

"If you say so~ Oh, this feather is boring me. I hope you don't mind claws~"

With this, Ruin quickly tossed aside the feather, just letting it drift to the floor. He wasted no time, clawing at Solar's ribs, stomach, sides, hell even his underarms. "STAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!! AAAHAHAHEEE!"

"Your screams are so delightful~! But I reeeally need that information~!"

"GOHOHO TO HEHEHEHELL!! AAA!" Solar shrieked as he felt the rapid clawing on his back. It felt even more ticklish than the rest.

Ruin chuckled, slowing down his hands to simply just dragging. This made it worse, and Ruin seemed to know this. Maybe from experience, or maybe from Solar's constant arching of his back and swaying.

"Just tell me where Sun and Moon are, and I'll happily go to Hell~!"

"Bihihihite meeheheEEEE!"

"I can if you want~!"

"NO"

"Fine, fine~! Hmm~ I wonder~"

Ruin pulled away, and Solar slumped over to let his fans try to internally cool him down. This was intense; he was so used to Lunar and Earth giving him soft tickles. He jolted at his shoes being taken off. "Wait-"

"Oh~? Do you have news~?"

Solar tensed up. He could feel the tingles going through his feet already. It made him start giggling, much to his dismay. "Ihehe- Fahahaha-!"

"Curious~ I'm not even doing anything~! Though, it seems as if you still don't want to talk… Shame."

Solar went to protest but claws dug into the padding on his feet, making him shriek and burst into shrill laughs and cackles. He could feel himself overheating. He was never tickled for this long, and he knew that this thing wouldn't accept mercy as an answer.

Before long, Solar short circuited. Ruin whined and stood up, having heard the pop from the eclipse animatronic's core. "Such a shame… Oh well… This was fun~! I'll have to do this again when he wakes again~!"

Ruin left the cell once more, locking the door behind him. And leaving Solar to eventually wake once more. He found this tickling thing fun! Maybe he could use it on someone… Maybe he could test it on the little nuisance that was Lunar? Yees… This would be fun. Oh so very fun indeed~

#fnaf tickles #my writing #sun and moon show tickles #lee!solar #ler!ruin #solar is nice eclipse

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 1 year

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Heyyy! I have a fic request!

I totally HC that Larissa was in smart-people classes, student council rep, head of academic clubs and probably class valedictorian or something.

Then… there’s this wonderful (gay) song called “little miss perfect”.

I’ve been picturing Larissa discovering she’s gay for the first time, terrified it’ll ruin her reputation but finally she goes for it and kisses her crush!

(At the end of the song there is angst about being scared of what other people think and “falling off my throne” you could include that if you like? Or just pure fluff? Honestly if you like the idea you can literally do whatever you want to it aha.)

Obviously there’s no pressure to do this if you don’t want to :)

Stay safe and happy 🤍

hellooooo!!! i had sooooo much fun writing this -- i took some liberties and made it a larissa/morticia thing bc it seemed fitting! i absolutely love these types of plots i was so excited to write this!!! (also love this song?????? i went feral listening to it dsajfhigbx)

hope you like it!!!!! here's the ao3 link -- don't hesitate to leave a comment if you feel so inclined -- it makes my heart sing :)

tw: internalised homophobia, slight angst (but with a happy ending)

Larissa runs laps alone before cheerleading practice, trying to clear her mind. She feels like throwing up and it’s not because of physical activity.

She can’t believe what she’s done. What has gotten into her? To risk her reputation, everything she’s spent years building, and for what? For a pretty face? A momentary attraction, a lapse in judgement?

Love?

She picks up the pace, even though she already feels the burn in her lungs.

Love is not something she would know about. Love is a feeling, and feelings come and go. She has ambitions, a career to think about — a reputation that goes beyond this school (a school full of people who know her parents, who are all involved in the same social circles, who all know her and who would never look at her the same way again… if they knew).

She forces herself to slow down, not wanting to overexert herself before cheerleading practice. No one can see she is upset. She is never visibly upset in front of people.

Well.

Except for her.

She is the only person who has ever seen her — truly seen her. She has seen her upset, she has seen her happy — she knows things Larissa has never, ever told anyone before, as well as those little things no one has ever bothered to remember. She knows about her parents’ troubled marriage (they would never divorce — they have a reputation to uphold), that her fondest childhood memory is the day her father finally took a day off and took her fishing with him — she had so much fun stepping in mud while he laughed at her (she was so happy that not even her mother’s yelling when she came back home in mud-stained clothes could spoil her mood) — and she knows that Larissa’s favourite snack are terrible, greasy mini-doughnuts with strawberry filling from the little diner just outside their campus. Sometimes she gets them for Larissa unprompted and Larissa pretends to be upset because she really shouldn’t have that much sugar or grease if she wants to maintain her perfect figure — but she eats all of them anyway.

She picks up the pace again — her lungs burn and tears threaten to spill, but she doesn’t let them because what would people say if her eyes were all red and her mascara smudged? They would know she was crying.

She has a reputation to uphold.

Memories from last night play on repeat in her mind. She and Morticia (her best friend, her roommate, her cheerleading co-captain — and her absolute downfall) were sitting on Larissa’s bed. Morticia, always the wild one, managed to persuade her into buying some disgusting, lemon-flavoured beer. They are drinking it together as she braids Larissa’s hair.

***

“Why don’t you ever wear your hair curly, Rissie? It would suit you,” Morticia asks as she braids her hair.

“My hair is naturally a little bit curly,” Larissa says, “I just always blow-dry it straight.”

“Why?”

“I guess I just don’t like it.”

“I like it.”

“Well, you do have a peculiar sense of style,” Larissa teases her and gasps as Morticia swats her arm. “Hey! That hurt,” she laughs, rubbing her arm.

“You deserve it,” Morticia laughs back, showing no remorse. “There, all done,” she says as she finishes the braid. “It looks really pretty — but you’re so pretty that anything looks good on you, so it’s no surprise.

Larissa blushes despite herself. She never blushes when somebody else tells her that — she knows she’s pretty, because she spends so much time perfecting her makeup, taking care of her hair, working out, eating right — of course she looks pretty! — but Morticia is different. She says it to her even when Larissa is makeup-less, in her pajamas, when her hair is a mess, when she hasn’t brushed her teeth in the morning yet and when she is sweaty from cheerleading practice — in fact, it is especially during those times that Morticia makes a point of saying it to her. It makes Larissa’s heart flutter.

“My arm still hurts, you know,” Larissa tries changing the subject. “I will have a bruise and it will look bad in my cheer uniform.”

“Oh, so dramatic! It was just a little slap.” Morticia rolls her eyes and scoots to sit in front of Larissa again, then hands her the beer. Larissa takes a sip.

“Here, give me your arm, I will kiss it better.”

There are butterflies in her stomach as Morticia rolls up her sleeve and plants a gentle kiss on her upper arm. Her lips are impossibly soft and warm.

Morticia looks at Larissa’s eyes, smiling widely. “Better?” she asks.

Larissa stares at her, captivated. She feels the ghost of Morticia’s lips on her skin.

“Rissie?”

Without thinking, Larissa cups Morticia’s face, pulls her closer, and kisses her.

Morticia tastes like sweet citrus beer and peppermint gum. Her lips are warm and soft and wet, and Larissa loves it. She feels fuzzy and warm — not just from the beer— and it’s just… right. Larissa wants to spend the rest of her life kissing Morticia.

They kiss for a while. It’s soft and sweet in the beginning, but then it grows hungrier. Morticia climbs into Larissa’s lap, straddling her, and her hands start to wander.

Larissa feels like she’s in heaven. She briefly opens her eyes, wanting to sneak a glance at Morticia, drink in how pretty she is — but what catches her eye instead is their reflection in the window. She watches herself in the window pane — kissing a girl — and reality hits her.

She pulls away.

“Tish, I…”

“What’s the matter, Rissie? We can slow down if you want to.” Morticia’s voice is soft, and she runs her hand over Larissa’s cheek.

“I just— I— I can’t, Tish. I have to go,” Larissa says. Her heart breaks at the confusion in Morticia’s eyes, but she forces herself to look away.

She bolts out of the room, leaving Morticia sitting on the bed, in shock.

She spends the night at Jessica’s and Tara’s room, telling them Morticia wanted to bring a boy tonight. They don’t question it, because Morticia is known to be a party girl (Morticia did use to bring boys to their room, but she hasn’t in months — not since she and Larissa got closer). Larissa laughs and chats with them for a while before bed, surprising even herself with how good of an actress she is. She only allows herself to shed a single tear once she’s convinced Jessica and Tara are asleep.

She has a reputation to uphold.

***

A voice brings her back to reality.

“Larissa!”

A voice she would recognise anywhere is calling her name. She starts running faster.

“Larissa, wait! Please, let’s talk about this! Larissa!”

She hears the voice getting closer — Morticia must be running after her.

“There is nothing to talk about, Morticia!” Larissa shouts. “Other girls will get here soon, so you should stop screaming my name and making a scene!”

“I will stop screaming your name if you slow down! And the girls will see nothing — they will just see us running laps to warm up before practice.”

Larissa slows down. Her lungs ache — she has overexerted herself. She wants to scream at herself for being so stupid and emotional.

Morticia finally catches up to her, but Larissa doesn’t even spare her a glance, looking at her shoes instead. They walk side by side, breathing heavily.

Finally, Morticia speaks.

“I just want to talk about it, that’s all. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me like I do about you.”

Larissa’s heart breaks as she lies without even blinking.

“It was a mistake. I just wanted to try it out, see how it feels. I like boys, sorry. Let’s not mention it again.”

“I don’t buy that for a second, Larissa.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“No, it’s bullshit. I know what this is about, and it’s exactly what I feared would happen.”

“You’re delusional, Morticia, there is nothing between us.”

“I might be delusional, but you are a fucking coward!” Morticia’s voice is shaking. Larissa knows she is on the verge of crying. Her heart is breaking…

…but she has a reputation to uphold.

“Stop yelling, people will hear,” Larissa hisses, and finally looks at her.

Morticia is looking at her, big brown eyes full of unshed tears. Larissa wants to hold her, apologise, kiss her tears away — but she doesn’t.

“That’s the only thing you care about, don’t you? What people will say if they find out Larissa Weems — Little Miss Perfect, Little Miss Head Of Student Council, Captain Of Cheerleading Club, a straight A student — has a big lesbian crush on her roommate. You don’t care about me, you only care about your stupid reputation, I am aware — but the least you could do is have the courage to tell me you like me, but you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it! Don’t fucking gaslight me and try to convince me you this means nothing to you!”

“It doesn’t,” Larissa tries to lie, but Morticia is having none of it.

“Coward! Tell me, why did you kiss me? Look me in the eye and tell me I mean nothing to you and I will leave you alone. I will request to change rooms, I will leave your perfect life, and we can be two strangers on the cheer team and never talk again. Just tell me and I swear to God, Larissa, I will do it!”

“God, Morticia, what do you want me to say!? Fine. Fine! ” she shouts, losing her temper. “I kissed you because I wanted to, because I think you’re pretty, because I think you’re smart, because you make me feel alive, and loved and cared for, because you’re the only person who truly knows me! And I have no idea what to do about that!”

She stops walking. She’s fully crying now, crying because everything is a mess, because she overexerted herself before practice, because she ruined her mascara and everyone will know she’s been crying and everyone will see her ugly white eyelashes, and because she let herself lose her composure…

…but most of all, because she is in love with her best friend.

“I kissed you because I love you, Tish,” she cries, “I’m sorry, I’ve been such a bitch to you, I just don’t know what to do.”

Morticia says nothing. Larissa doesn’t know what she’s thinking, because she cannot bear to look at her, cannot bear to see the hurt and the disappointment in her eyes, knowing the she is the cause of her pain. She sobs. She has caused her favourite person in the world pain.

Larissa suddenly feels herself being pulled into a tight hug.

They stay like that for a while. Morticia strokes her hair — it’s slightly curly because of the braid it’s been in. Morticia is surprised Larissa didn't straighten it this morning. She knows it’s silly, but that gives her a tiny bit of hope.

“I don’t know what to do either,” Morticia whispers into Larissa’s shoulder, “but we’ll figure it out. Come on, let’s go. We are not going to practice today.”

Larissa nods. As Morticia holds her hand and drags her over the football field, the only thought in her mind is how soft Morticia’s hands are.

They skip practice that day, Morticia expertly lying to their coach, telling her they both caught a stomach bug. She believes them because they never skip practice and sends them to the infirmary. They don’t go — instead they spend the afternoon drinking slushies and eating mini-doughnuts in that diner near campus. They talk and they talk, and before they are about to go back to campus, Larissa lays a hand on Morticia’s — and leaves it there. Morticia’s eyes widen — the diner is full, anyone could see them. She gives Larissa a questioning look, and Larissa gives her a fearful one — but she doesn’t remove her hand.

It’s a start.

#larissa weems #larissa x morticia #morissa #wednesday 2022 #gwendoline christie #i will produce my own garbage and also consume it

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teen-cups-au · 3 months

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Teen Cups - Plot Notes Part 1

Doudy (mod): 7 parts are ready so far. For now, they'll be posted weekly!

Beginning of the comic | Previous | Next

Cuphead walks further away with his bag [I would have corrected the sketch in the last page WIP, since I drew him letting it with the others. You’ll know why in a bit.], where he and Chalice were at night in the flashback a few pages ago. Mugman and Puphead join him to check on him.

Mugman: Cuphead ?

Cuphead: I wanna be alone.

Puphead pokes him.

Cuphead: Ugh… What ?!

Puphead: *signing* We’re all happy to get to spend time with you again.

Mugman: They could have done better, true. But you should still enjoy the moment !

Cuphead: Leave me alone...

Puphead follows Mugman as he walks away, mumbling :

Mugman: At least, he’s taking fresh air…

Cuphead hears him and rolls his eyes while getting a cigarette.

Cuphead sits down at the edge of the water and stares at the sea. The night falls, and he’s now writing in a notebook, his bag open, as he got it from it. The moon is surrounded by a few clouds. He then gets up to join the others again. They’re all around a campfire.

Sammy: Aha ! Look who decided to come back~

Cuphead: Sammy, you say one more word and I leave.

Sammy: Geesh, can you stop being a jerk ?!

Baroness von Bonbon: Cut it, you two ! Want a marshmallow, Cuphead ?

Cuphead: No thanks.

He walks to his tent.

Baroness von Bonbon: Okay ! But stay here at least !

Cuphead: Am I allowed to put my stuff in my tent, or what ?!

Baroness von Bonbon: Yes. As well as having manners !

Cala Maria: Is it me, or everyone is in a bad mood since he arrived ?

Mugman looks down next to her, tightening his legs while sitting. He starts coughing. The coughing worsens, making Cuphead hurry out of his tent. Samuel, who’s sitting on Mugman’s other side, puts a worried hand on his shoulder.

Samuel: Mug? Are you okay?

Cuphead reappears and crouches beside him.

Cuphead: Mug ?

Mugman gets up and walks a bit further to isolate himself, as the fit is getting worse, Cala commenting in the background :

Cala Maria: Man, his cough is so nasty…

Baroness von Bonbon: Poor Mug…

Cuphead gets up again to follow him.

Sammy: I thought he wasn’t sick anymore ?

Cuphead: Do you have your inhaler ?

Mugman nods and gets it from his pocket. Cuphead takes it and shakes it for him.

Cuphead: I knew it was a bad idea to come !

Mugman frowns.

Mugman: Shush…

He inhales the medicine, Baroness von Bonbon yelling from out of the panel :

Baroness von Bonbon: Is he okay ?!

Cuphead: UGH, GIVE US SOME SPACE, BONNIE !!!

Mugman retains his breath with a done face.

Baroness von Bonbon: Dammit, what’s wrong with you ?! We barely see you anymore, and when we do, it’s to be yelled at non stop ! You’re ruining our night !

Cala Maria: No wonder. He always goes to the casino. He can’t be surrounded by respectable people.

Mugman is catching up his breath, wheezing.

Cuphead: Mug, let’s just go home ! You’re not well anyway.

Mugman: No ! I’ll be *cough* fine… *wheeze* I won’t let it prevent me from having fun ! *wheeze*

Cuphead: I’m clearly not welcome anyway.

Mugman: Of course you are ! *wheeze* Just try to… Just enjoy, okay ? Puphead brought- *cough* *cough* -cards to play. *wheeze* Maybe you can teach us poker or something ?

Cuphead: You won’t go back home, are you ?

Mugman: No.

Cuphead sighs.

Cuphead: Fine.

They come back.

Baroness von Bonbon: You chill now ?!

Cuphead stays silent, looking at her scornfully. He then asks Puphead :

Cuphead: Hey Pup, Mugman told me you got a card game ?

Puphead nods.

Cuphead: You guys wanna gamble ?

Sammy: To be honest, I’m curious.

Sam: I don’t want to bet money. I don’t even have that much on me right now.

Cuphead: No problem, Sam. We can make it interesting another way.

Sam: Like ?

Cuphead: Loser sniffs cocaine.

Sam: I’m out.

Sammy: ...Why not.

Sam’s eyes widen.

Sam: WHAT ?!

Sammy: For my experience ! It’s just a try !

Sam: Sammy, you know what it implies, right ?

Sammy: Yeah, yeah, dependence, blah blah blah… But it’ll be just once !

Cuphead: Hehe, yeah sure~

Sammy: You don’t think I’m able ?

Cuphead: Yanno it’s hard drugs, right ?

Sammy: And what does that mean ?

Cuphead: The kind that are hard to stop.

Sam: Cuphead, don’t do anything that extreme ! Please...

Cuphead: Fine. Marijuana it’ll be.

Sam: How is it not extreme ?!

Cuphead: It’s soft drugs.

Sam: Are you serio-

Sammy: Shut up now, Sam ! I’m tired of you bossing me around ! If I want to give it a try, I’ll just do it !

Sam frowns and grumbles.

Samuel: But I… I don’t want you to die !

Cuphead laughs.

Cuphead: He won’t, don’t worry Samuel. It’ll be more like-

Time skip to Sammy puking at a tree a bit further. Cuphead teases him, while smoking too.

Cuphead: That makes you a double loser, dude !

Mugman is sitting beside Baroness von Bonbon, a hand on his nose.

Baroness von Bonbon: YOU’re the loser ! You don’t even care about your brother who can’t breathe because of you !

Cuphead: He’s far from me enough !

Mugman: No. You know the smoke always comes to me, whatever you do.

Cuphead: Ugh, fine. I’ll extinguish it.

He rubs it on the floor.

Cuphead: There, happy ?

Mugman: No. I’m SO ashamed of you !

Baroness von Bonbon : To be honest, I don’t want you to hang out with us anymore.

Cuphead frowns as she says that and gets up, an empty glass bottle in his hand.

Cuphead: Fine with me !

He throws it violently on the floor.

Cuphead: FUCK Y’ALL !

He lifts his middle finger to them, as he goes to his tent.

[Alternate idea: Try to make him lift the 2 middle fingers, as he has 4 fingers, to see if it works visually, and make him say :

Cuphead: Uuh, which finger is it again... Ok nvm, imagine there's only one - FUCK Y’ALL !]

Cala Maria: Geesh ! How are you dealing with this everyday, Mug ?

Mugman: It’s not that bad, usually. Sometimes with Grandpa. But with me, I feel like he retains himself.

#cuphead #teen cups au #teen cups #comic #plot notes #doudy

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simply-wlw-kpopstan · 6 months

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5. Be thankful!

You walked up to the door and pushed it open to be met with a view of the city and yujin sitting on a chair near the rails. She spotted you as you walked closer and gave you a smile, motioning to sit next to her.

"so is this like the secret escape you go to when you need a breath?"

"it's not a secret since everyone comes up here from time to time. I just like to come up here before starting hectic day schedules."

"aah, I see..." you noticed her frowning and debated if you should ask. It's not like you two know each other, you don't really have the right to ask but it's clear something is bothering her, "are you okay?"

"mhhmm" She hummed out and leaned forward on the railing, arms resting on top of it as she watched the cars drive by, "Why did you accept my request? You don't know me, you didn't know the profile but you accepted it"

Her question takes you by surprise, you don't want to tell her about your crush on her but you don't want to lie either, "well, uhm to be honest Brady let me know it was you. And.... I don't know."

"Is this a game to you? Flirting with girls that have a crush on you?"

"You have a crush on me?" you smirked making her scoff," but no, it's not a game to me. I'm not like that at all." you couldn't help but feel a little hurt when she moved away from you.

"rei told me. Don't act like you didn't know."

"I didn't, I had a suspicion since you're the only member who send me a request but then again your the leader so maybe you wanted to talk about rei. To be honest with you, I accepted it because I saw you before and thought you were cute."

"You've told me that already." she tried to be firm but you noticed the blush on her face.

"and I mean it. I just hoped it would be you since I might have a little crush on you too. After our little back and forth messages I kind of knew but I thought you would've figured that it was mutual." you slowly scooted over to her, giving her the chance to stop you or stand up but she didn't.

"You're not playing with me?"

"i'm not, I swear. I'll prove it to you if you want me too." you stared at one another, occasionally looking at the lips before returning to the eyes.

"aha there you are!" Brady yelled and made you jump apart a little. "I've been looking all over for you." she tried to slip past the both of you but lost her balance, spilling the drink in the cup she was holding onto the floor and yujin. "Shit! i'm so sorry, Yujin!" She quickly placed the cup on the table and gave yujin some napkins she had in a bag.

"Brady seriously? First you knock over rei and now you spill your drink on yujin, are you on a mission or something?" you glanced at her, "you're lucky it was cold coffee or else I would've-"

"it's okay, I'm fine." yujin cut you off, her shirt and jacket soaked in coffee, shooting Brady a smile," I'll just clean up and text my manager to pick up some clothes."

"You can have my hoodie, no need for them to go out of their way. If that's okay with you ofcours" you proposed.

"Oh... yeah, that's fine. thank you." yujin blushed and you followed her to the bathroom, you were cursing Brady in your head for ruining your moment as you entered after yujin.

"I can try to get some of it out while you change." you smile and she nods. You took off the hoodie and yujin couldn't help but look at your body as your t-shirt slipped up slightly with your hoodie. She quickly averted her eyes as you pull it down and accepts the clothing item.

She closes the door and as soon as her jacket and shirt are hanging on the door you take them, trying to clean it as much as you can in the sink. Fortunately for Brady it all comes off pretty easily, just a turn in the washing machine and it'll be as good as new.

"it's coming out pretty nicely, I don't think it'll leave a stain after a quick wash." you looked up as you heard the door close and couldn't help but stare a little too long. Yujin in your hoodie was an amazing sight to see and you couldn't help but smile," it looks good on you. "

"thank you. "She smiled at you but everything was cut short when her phone rang," i'm so sorry, the girls are looking for me."

"don't worry about it, here." you passed her the t-shirt and jacket, "I'll see you around?"

"definitely." She smiled and walked backwards to the door, "I'll text you later to give this back." she said as she pulled at the hoodie lightly. You nodded and with that she was out the door.

Eventhough Brady had ruined your shot back then, you'd have to thank her for it. Seeing yujin in your clothes made you feel so warm and giddy, you couldn't help but walk out into the hallway with a smile on your face.

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#ahn yujin smau #ahn yujin x reader #an yujin x reader #yujin imagines

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the-wild-ego · 1 year

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Could I have an ego ship please if they’re still open?

My name is Natasha, she/her. I am a pretty spooky bitch and therefore have a preference for Dark and the Ipliers in general AHA, but I also sometimes have a full pink bimbo aesthetic, I really depends on my mood.

I like painting, usually forest themed artwork, and playing relaxing video games. I’m pretty unsociable and have trouble connecting with others, I tend to isolate myself a lot even though people want to interact with me. I’m short, 5”2, and have medium length dark brown hair and glasses. I LOVE stuffed animals, a have a sizeable collection and adore them ALL.

I like walks in the woods, I have some bad anxieties and insecurity and walking makes me feel a whole lot better.

That seemed Like a random handful of info, I hope it’s enough! Cheers in advance! Xo

I have never wanted to pair someone with Wilford so fast. Someone who has Dark's aesthetic, but also dress just like him??? Not only would Wilford be obsessed with Dark, but he would be obsessed with you as well! Except, Wilford learns the hard that you need your space;

Despite your contrasting personalities, you and Wilford found a, somewhat warped, connection that brought you closer together. He brought out the playful and adventurous side of you, while you brought out his sensitive and caring side. You shared a love that was unconventional and unique, but it was real and true.

However, today was one of those days. You didn't want to talk to anyone, per usual, but today it was worse. Anyone that crossed your path was automatically on your shitlist. So, you did the thing you usually do, and locked yourself away so you could paint. The painting was monochrome, a forest painted in different shades of blacks and greys. This was it, this was the mood you were in.

Wilford, on the other hand always seemed to be in a happy mood. Wilford, who has stunning brown eyes that sparkle in the light, a muscular body, and a big pink mustache to match his vibrant pink hair. He's wild and unpredictable, with a love for guns and knives that matches his 'good' boy persona. Despite his eccentricities, he never fails to make you laugh and feel happy in his presence. Exuberant as ever, he couldn't help the fact that he wanted to share his energy with yours.

"Oh, sugarplum~" Wilford called through the door. The door that lead to your art studio. Which was currently unoccupied.

Hearing no response, Wilford decided to enter, unwelcomed. You art studio was something out of a movie. A gift from Wilford himself. Large windows and skylights allow natural light to flood the space, illuminating every corner of the studio. Shelves, cabinets, and drawers line the walls, neatly organized to store paints, brushes, pencils, and other supplies. Canvases, frames, and unfinished pieces of art stacked against walls, awaiting completion or inspiration. The piece you were working on now happened to be standing front and center, catching Wilford's attention.

He, however, didn't like the monochrome look. This forest made him feel sad and slightly nostalgic for some reason. He frowned at it and stepped towards the painting, and with each step his intentions grew clearer. He was going to 'fix' your painting.

Pinking up the paint brush, he made slow strokes on the canvas, trying not to mess up the pink flowers he was drawing on the trees. Only for the paintbrush to slip out of his hand as soon as you walked in.

"You've got to be kidding me!" you yelled out, startling the poor man. The paintbrush scattered pink paint across the floor, "I wanted to paint ONE thing! One thing, Wilford! Why'd you ruin it?"

"Gumdrop! Why're you so angry with me?" Wilford asked with a frown on his face, his mustache seeming to droop with his mood, "This painting was so dark and dreary that I just had to add some color to it." "That's not for you to decide." you stated harshly, picking up the paintbrush from the floor. You hated to admit that the pink brought vibrancy to the blacks on the canvas. He had made your trees pretty. The had switched from humble oaks to cherry blossom trees. Complimenting the vibrancy of the moon in your painting.

"Fine." Wilford said back, just as harshly, startling you. You had no intentions of upsetting him, you just couldn't help it. Today had been... rough.

"Wait." you said to his retreating form, he paused but didn't turn around to look at you, This made you feel worse. Walking up behind him, you let your head thud against his back, arms still hanging at your sides, "I am still mad that you messed with my painting, but can we go for a walk... Please?"

And it was like a light switch with him, immediately back to his old self. He turned and gave you a big squeeze. You groaned into his chest as he kissed the top of your head.

"Yes, my sweet, sweet sugary gumdrop button." he cooed at you before setting you back down. You were quick to realize that his dangerous hobbies, and the way he flipped-flopped was just part of who he is and that he would never harm you. He was always careful to make sure you felt safe and protected. "Please quit calling me that." you begged, and he just smiled softly before leaning to kiss your nose.

"Never, my little gumdrop."

#wilford x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #ego x reader #ego ships #ships open

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real-total-drama-takes · 6 months

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Ok, I'll be honest

(Spoiler: the next Text head will be a entire monologue of how and why I think Ripper x Chase can be a really neat idea)

Chipper (Ripper x Chase) is honestly a adorable ship... If you ignore Ripper's actions and the fact that Chase and Emma started dating again during the season

( Emma x Chase sucks, I'll spit in the face of the person that made this ship be canon again)

(seriously, Emma x Chase is literally Courtney x Duncan but even worser)

Also, It would be kinda annoying but really good if Chase x Ripper actually be Canon during the Second Season, Just if they don't try to do a Courtney x Duncan x Gwen looking like relationship with Emma x Chase x Ripper in the same way they did in TDWT

(tdwt is the best season btw, various characters, more interactions, more screen times, no unnecessary disgusting jokes, something new happening in every episode, THE MUSICS BEING SO PERFECT, ah how I love tdwt)

Like seriously, imagine:

Emma and Chase finally Realizing that they aren't good to each other, then breaking up for Good. And then Chase start interacting more with Ripper and then Ripper will be all like "Damn that's sad bro, can I call you pretty boy all the time now?" and then they both start dating just to Fix each other (and making Julia more homophobic) and when Ripper or Chase get Eliminated, one of them get sad about it and until one of them go home, they kiss Infront of everyone and then after the kiss the one that stayed just yell "I LOVE YOU! ILL NEVER FORGET YOU!!"

(And then it cuts to Julia in the confessory saying: "now I get it why homophobes exist")

I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM TELLING THIS TO YOU GUYS, MAYBE ITS BECAUSE I THINK IT COULD BE REALLY COOL. It will be totally 'fodex' if the second gay couple of the new TD season be adorable in the same level that Bowie x Raj

(Also, if you hate Bowie you're just homophobic, really. The unic bad thing he did was 'ruin' Priya and Millie's awful friendship, HIM AND JULIA LITERALLY CARRIED THE ENTIRE SEASON AND HES ICONIC AF, HOW CAN YOU HATE HIM?!)

(ah, and: Pretty boy by Naethan Apollo and Love me Dead by Ludo are a Chipper anthem, that's it)

E é isso, Um beijo da Anitta 💋 tchau

(SUFFER TO TRY TO UNDERSTAND THIS LAST SENTENCE THAT I WRITE AHA-)

#total drama #total drama 2023 #td chase #td ripper

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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Anti-Hero

“I wake up screaming from dreaming. One day I'll watch as you're leaving 'cause you got tired of my scheming”

a/n: celebrating midnights with dazai angst 💗

(cw: honestly toxic!dazai, angst, dazai drives reader insane, no specific time period, can be platonic)

aha. of course, did dazai expect anything else? anything he’d want would be ruined anyways, just like how he had ruined you.

‘“i doubt you’d understand. if i said my thoughts out loud, i’d probably get in so much trouble” osamu laughed. “what do you take me for— a snitch? i promise on the cross i won’t say a word about tonight.”’

even to osamu, that night was mostly a blur, all he can remember was crying into his sleeve and something at the end of the conversation.

‘“you know what’s funny?” osamu looked back to you as you nodded in response. “this is the most i’ve told someone about myself… i haven’t even told my closest friend some of the things i’ve told you. haha… i think i want to marry you.” his previously melancholic eyes looked sweet and soft like honey as he grabbed your hands in his. “oh really? haha, thank you.” you smiled gently back at him.

“it’s already midnight..” dazai looked over to the clock. “you really should get some rest tomorrow, we’re gonna get smacked down if we’re late” dazai smiled. “mhm. and dazai— if you need someone, i’ll be waiting for you.”’

god, that was embarrassing. after that, every time he saw you, it was a reminder of how human he could be. every time you saw him goofing off, you’d know how much of a lie that was.

dazai; he likes to think of himself as brave and yet, he’s a coward. he is so sheepish at the sight of someone who may know what he’s really like. so what’s the best thing to do? push them away; dramatize his clownish self.

to be honest, not even he knows how but, he somehow appeared to be more deranged. searching manically for a painless way to die, repeatedly showing off his crazed narcissism, and ignoring you; well, not outright— he tried to come off as cold but, no matter what he did, you were clinging onto him.

months into this, you started becoming more and more exhausted of him. he noticed this, of course. easy to snap, frustrated, and hateful.

‘“you’re insane, dazai, did you know that? INSANE.” you yelled at him for the very last time. it was obvious you were upset but, you were in front of other people— other humans. dazai couldn’t give up his act now. “oh my, do you really hate me..?” dazai pouted and whined. “do you know what? i think i do.” you frowned at him before running off, probably to your apartment.’

for the rest of that day, dazai was cold. he couldn’t stop thinking about it. he didn’t mind those past and subtle critiques about him— everyone criticized him, this was no different. but, saying you hated him was impactful. perhaps because of the bond?

the next few weeks, dazai tried to distance himself from you; which was actually no problem since you didn’t want to as well. he started observing you as you slowly descended down the same path he did. you started craving the attention you lacked from which he should’ve given.

it’s frustrating. ‘i miss the old you’ it sounds like something mori would say, absolutely vile. but in a sense, osamu missed the way you weren’t outrightly cruel to him, he has his own feelings as well, y’know?

wooooosh

the wind is so cold. looking down from this windowsill— the distance is quite high. it would be painful if he fell from here though. the room is sorrowful, filled with the ghost of you.

#mod maki #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader

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qut0kii · 8 months

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❝𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐❞

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff

´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊Enjoy

The sun bathes the classroom in a warm golden glow, the desks are arranged neatly and the chalkboard showcases drawings and doodles made by the students that once filled the empty classroom earlier in the day, actually semi-empty would be more appropriate.

A desk in the back of the classroom was occupied, a multitude of colorful nail polish, cotton balls and charms littered the edges of the desk. The boy with asymmetric dirty blonde hair pouts as he holds the hand of a boy with short pink hair, something that would normally leave him with bruises following such a bold action.

“If you keep moving it’ll ruin the polish Akaza-kun!” Douma held Akaza’s hand a bit firmer trying to apply the nail charm as neatly as he could.

“I didn’t ask for you to be all fancy, I just wanted something simple and quick! This is all your fault so hurry up!” Akaza stomped on Douma’s foot causing the other to wince.

To be fair Douma did know that Akaza was never good with sitting in one place for too long considering how he spent most of his time playing sports and exercising his body, always used to the feeling of doing something. But this little tantrum of Akaza’s wasn’t going to deter Douma! He finally got to spend alone time with him and got the opportunity to touch him without any bloodshed!

“Hurry up!” Akaza whined again, stomping on Douma’a foot as he resisted the urge to clench his other hand while it was still drying. Douma bit back a yelp, he’d at least managed to finish up the hand without ruining the polish even with Akaza’a fidgeting and violence.

Douma took a deep breath before speaking up again,

“Akaza-kun why won’t you let me have my fun and take my time with you? It’s unfair that you go around looking as pretty as you are, I just can’t help but want to grab you and kiss you so much!”

Akaza felt his cheeks heat up as he stomped on Douma’s foot again yelling about how disgusting Douma was as he enjoyed the pained response the other let out before glancing at his occupied hand, “You’re done.”

Douma glanced at the hand he was holding with a sense of confusion before his face morphed into a more somber expression, “Oh yeah...I guess this means you’re finally free from me Akaza-kun!”

Akaza frowned before placing his hand over Douma’s eyes, “What you said earlier about wanting to kiss me, was it true?”

“Aha…no need to worry about that Akaza-kun I was just joking!” Douma let out a few strained laughs preparing himself to be met with a more violent action from Akaza. Instead he was met with the soft feeling on another’s lips on his, and the hand that covered his face was holding his cheek, tilting his head up.

Before Douma could kiss back Akaza had already pulled away, cheeks dusted in red from embarrassment, “Even if you were joking…I've always wanted to kiss you, and I enjoyed spending time with you.”

“Aka-!” Douma was interrupted as Akaza quickly turned and slammed the classroom door open. Running down the hall as footsteps grew fainter, Douma felt his chest ache and his cheeks grow hot as he stared blankly at the opened door.

#douaka #douma x akaza #demon slayer #kny akaza #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #douma kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba

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