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claymorexpunisher · 5 months

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Don't Poke the Daddy (18+ One-Shot)

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader lets it slip that she finds Drew incredibly attractive and she decides to wear his merch one night at a show. Her boyfriend Damian doesn't think it's so funny.

Tags: 18+, bratty reader, Daddy kink, light humiliation, rough sex, Dom!Damian, jealousy, posessive!Damian, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected vaginal penetration, fingering, oral sex (man and woman receiving).

Word Count: 2,005

Drew was the first person to greet me as I walked into the venue hours before showtime.

He and my boyfriend Damian have been at odds with one another for weeks now and it kinda tickled me to find out that Damian’s disdain for the Scotsman ran a bit deeper- especially after I drunkenly let slip how gorgeous and incredibly talented, I thought Drew was.

Maybe it was a bit mean of me, but the bright idea to dress in the skimpiest outfit I could think of, along with Drew's merch to show my support for Drew and ruffle my man’s feathers came to me recently and I was just now working up the nerve to see it through.

Juuust to see how Damian would react.

Drew at least seemed to think that it was a fantastic idea, if the way his face lit up and he smirked salaciously was anything to go by.

Damian, however, wasn't nearly as amused…

I had stayed behind while Damian drove to the venue earlier in the day for call time, giving me plenty of time to really plan this out.

And to be honest? I felt hot as hell as I tied up the black heels along my thighs and I slipped the black and blue plaid skirt onto my hips, finishing off with a Big Daddy Claymore crop top that I made at lightning speed.

I pretended not to notice Damian's eyes boring into me as Drew pulled me into an affectionate embrace, clearly also feeling Damian's eyes on us.

"He's pissed." Drew chuckled, knowing exactly what I was up to without me even having to say anything.

"I know." I replied, smiling innocently, and making him laugh.

I swore I practically felt the daggers Damian was now throwing at us.

But I was hellbent on waiting to see if he’d actually call me out on it.

After more idle chit chat with Drew, I finally met my boyfriend halfway, having to look up to look into his stormy dark eyes.

“Hi, baby.” I purred, smiling innocently.

Upon assessing my not-so-innocent demeanor, it was as if something clicked in Damian’s brain and my heart skipped a bit at the light smirk that graced his lips.

Not at all the reaction I was expecting.

“Hola, princesita.” He purred back, letting his eyes survey my frame from head to toe, just to watch me squirm a little.

“Thanks for coming.” He said.

“Of course! I told you I’d be here.” I replied, standing on my tippy toes to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

I grunted softly in shock as he suddenly placed a possessive hand to the back of my head, deepening the kiss and I moaned softly as his tongue momentarily explored my mouth, possessively stroking mine all while his eyes bore into my own even as he pulled away.

“Nice outfit.” By the way Damian played things off, anyone would think he was amused by my antics.

But his tone said otherwise.

I recognized that tone immediately…

I instinctively pressed my exposed thighs together, just knowing in my gut that I was in for it.

“Thanks…” I replied, hearing the breathiness in my voice.

Rather than answer, Damian left my side for a moment and he and Finn, Rhea, and Dom quietly murmured to themselves before he came back to me.

“Let’s go to the locker room.” Was all he said as he smiled softly at me and kissed my temple.

And I could do nothing except quietly obey and wonder where the hell this was going.

Surely, he wouldn’t punish me here at the venue… in The Judgement Day’s locker room…

Upon entering the locker room, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

I was shoved up against the locker room door forcefully, already feeling the slick arousal beginning to pool inside my black lace panties.

My panties were roughly yanked to the side before Damian dropped down to his knees and my hips immediately bucked at the first languid strokes of his tongue along my glistening folds.

“This morning, I thought about how good you’ve been lately. And that you deserved a little reward…” Damian stopped long enough to speak before he got back to feasting on me, and I scrunched my eyes shut and pushed my hips onto his mouth, urging him on.

“Oh my fuck…” I moaned as one of his thick fingers slid into me as he suddenly sucked firmly on my clit, causing an electric to shoot from between my legs and down to my toes.

Then I clamped my mouth shut, remembering where we were.

My hands traveled underneath my crop top, and I roughly tweaked one of my nipples, hissing at the delicious bite of pain mixed with the sensations from Damian’s mouth.

I let out a strained sound as his finger crooked inside of me, pressing against my sweet spot, and I felt the muscles in my stomach began to tighten and my legs wanted to close reflexively, signaling to Damian that I was dangerously close to cumming.

The fabric of my top and skirt rubbed softly against my sensitive body, making my back arch that much more and I felt the vibration of Damian chuckling as his tongue swirled against my clit before he brought into his mouth again.

Just as I was about to cum, Damian stood, as calm as ever, and he slid my panties back in place as if he didn’t just have his face between my legs and he hadn’t just been eagerly tasting me not even 3 seconds earlier.

“And then… you decided to piss Daddy off.” He said, dashing my hopes for release.

I gaped at him in shock, my body trembling as it slowly came back down from my impending orgasm.

“Oh, you’re shocked? You really thought I was gonna reward you after you pulled this shit?” Damian chuckled softly, the sound somehow making me feel as if he’d just flicked his tongue on my clit. “Nah, mi vida... You can watch the show from here and think about how you’re gonna apologize to me later. And then maybe you’ll get to cum.”

I continued to silently gape at him as he gently shoved me aside and he sauntered out of the locker room, leaving me behind to do as he commanded.

The rest of show time went by torturously slow as my panties only continued to dampen even more, and they rubbed against my sensitive clit.

I watched the show in The Judgement Day’s locker room like Damian asked and it felt like 1,000 years had passed before we were in his rental and making the trip onto the next town.

“So… you figure out how you’re gonna apologize yet? Because I didn’t think that was funny.” He said, his deep voice seeming to fill the car with its power that had me immediately standing at attention again.

“I think I… have an idea on how to make it up to you.” I replied tentatively, biting my lip as I looked behind us at the clear road.

Thankfully we were in buttfuck nowhere so there were no cars behind us or, anywhere, really.

So, what I had in mind was definitely possible, but we’d still have to be careful.

As I reached over and began unbuckling Damian’s belt and exposed his cock to find it hard as a rock, I gave it a few slow, tentative strokes, watching his features.

I stifled a giggle as his eyes widened and the car gave a sudden jerk as my tongue surprised him.

“Will this help?” I asked cheekily, still watching his face and enjoying the quiet struggle in his eyes, but his voice gave nothing away for now.

“Maybe.” Damian replied shortly, now staring straight ahead at the road as if he were completely disinterested.

I smirked, my hand gaining more momentum before I adjusted myself in the passenger and clicked off my seatbelt and then I brought my mouth down onto his cock, teasing the head momentarily before I thought better of it.

Gripping him firmly, I relaxed my throat, breathing calmly through my nose as I felt his length reach the back of my throat.

Staying there for a few seconds, I then slowly slid my mouth off, tracing a vein at the vase of Damian’s cock, smiling filthily as it jerked in my hand in response, and I heard a muffled groan slip out of his mouth.

“How’s it feel, Daddy?” I asked, looking up at him with devilish amusement sparkling in my eyes.

“Shut up.” Damian said sharply and without looking away from the road.

I was kinda impressed at his willpower and how steadily he was still driving us to our destination.

My tongue swirled over the head once more before I brought one of his balls into my mouth and sucked firmly, pleased to hear him groan and break off into a deep growl that made my body sing.

Then I was confused when he stopped me, just as he was about to cum himself.

“I thought this was-“ I started to say, but quickly shut my mouth as Damian held one finger up to silence me.

“Get in the back seat.” He commanded after he stopped the rental on the side of the road.

My heart pounded hard in my chest as I did as I was told, sliding into the back seat of the car before Damian followed suit.

Practically giving me whiplash, Damian flipped me onto my back against the backseat, hiked up my plaid skirt and then he teased the head of his cock against my slick entrance.

“I think you deserve this now, muñeca…” He smirked and I let out a gasp, any coherent thought in my brain snatched away as he entered me without warning.

My slick arousal helped my pussy accommodate his size quickly and I couldn’t help but rock my hips to meet his thrusts, my mouth opening in a silent moan as I felt a bead of sweat trickling down the back of my crop top.

Damian gripped said crop top, using the material as leverage and I nearly sobbed as his cock nudged against my sweet spot without mercy.

My cheeks burned as the wet sounds coming from between my legs filled the space between us and I bit my lip almost to the point of pain as I tried to shove away another impending orgasm.

My body shook with all the sensations coursing through me and I moaned loudly as Damian’s free hand gripped my hair and he pulled me into another possessive kiss.

He thrusts were relentless and I could do nothing except tell him how much I loved it through jumbled sentences and overwhelmed sobs.

“Yeah? I bet you’re not thinking about him now, are you? Huh? You remember who you and this pussy belong to now?” Damian growled and I could see several veins in his neck bulging as he fucked me.

I reached out and trailed my tongue over one of them then sucked on the skin, marking my territory as well and I felt his cock pulsate inside of me in response.

“You, Daddy! Y- you… fuck!” I yelled; my eyes scrunched shut tight as my thighs began to tremble.

Damian didn’t let up until I came hard, my juices spilling between our bodies as I shook.

I lay there, trying my damnedest to come back down, when suddenly Damian pulled out and he gripped his cock in his hand.

I did nothing but watch as an orgasm shattered him and he stroked himself with earnest, allowing the milky ribbons to paint all over my crop top, soiling Drew’s logo.

As he started to come back down, Damian smirked, his chest heaving up and down with exertion.

But he looked incredibly proud of his handiwork.

“I’m so glad you get it now, princesa.” He said, before his tongue wrestled with mine once again…

@theworldofotps @alyyaanna @moonwolfdemonprincess21 @lynswinterwonderland @mohawkmama @rollinsland

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian priest x female reader #wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe fanfic #wrestling smut #🫡#also- get it? Dont Poke the Daddy? Like Don’t Poke the Bear- 😭😂😂💀

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Once innocent. (sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) I did add some twdg scenes and put it into their situation because I loved the idea and I hope you do too! 💗

Ronal and Tonowari weren’t the only ones who took care of Y/n. There was once Rey’akana. He fought alongside Jake, he had always noticed how Y/n was often not watched or talked to. He also noticed how she would sit from a far watching how people worked and then running into the forest giggling and excited. He did not know what she did after she left but today he’d follow.

She was walking around the war party group after they had came back from fighting, viewing how healers went to work. She became interested on how the warriors fought, how they protected themselves. Protecting yourself was very important step to learn as a child but Y/n’s parents never taught her. So Y/n asked questions “what is your arrow made of? Who made it?” Or “when shooting what did you aim for?” Majority of the warriors smiled and turned an eye, not Rey’akana. He actually told her every detail for her question and she smiled sweetly with a ‘thank you’. Instantly she ran into the forest to retrieve her 2 arrows and old bow she had stolen from her mother. She was in her own world when training, pretending every situation was real. It was escape to Y/n.

“What are you doing little one? I can assure you that is not how you handle a bow.” He found amusement in her determination. Y/n smiled shy, scared not wanting to get in trouble by her parents but also curious as to if the man was willing to help. Why not just ask? “How should it be held then? Can you teach me? Please” and he did. When he asked about who took care of her and why they hadn’t trained her, his heart broke at how the girl hadn’t realized what was going on or why it was wrong for her parents to not pay her mind, she thought it was normal. “My story is actually very funny! Since I am a child my dad always insists we play hide n seek as soon as I approach him. And I’m alwayssss it! He’s tried hiding everywhere and I’ll alwaysss find him! Every time I did, he’d jus brush it off, saying he’s doing something important and walks away. Since we’re always playing he doesn’t really have time to train me neither does my mom, they kinda just train the boys and Kiri but it’s ok! I’ll figure it out!” The young girl let’s giggles out as if it was normal..? Her heart and mind is so innocent and was too kind to be treated the way she was “I need to practice more! I’m gonna be a warrior and healer some day!” And Rey’akana smiled and gave the girl a hug providing a promise to Y/n.

“I’ll train you. We will meet everyday. I’ll protect you.” Y/n was so excited to have someone teach her. “Ok! Thank you! We can meet tomorrow and I’ll even bring a surprise! I should head home now, eclipse is coming soon!” Rey’akana offered to take the little girl home safely and when she was entering the home he had noticed how everyone was laughing, her parents playing with her siblings as if the little girl wasn’t out by herself and not apart of the family. He watched her walk in and no one even greeted her or spared a look.

That night Y/n beaded a bracelet with pretty purple sequences, something she found in her adventures and grew to always use when beading, it somewhat became a signature for her. When the time came for Rey’akana to train her again the next day. He was gifted the bracelet and had swore to wear it everyday for her. They always had conversations at the end of their training. It soon became a routine.

Last night he heard Jake scolding Y/n about Kiri’s Bracelet being broken…? During training it was obvious Y/n was in her own head. She was still confused as to what happened last night, why was she yelled at for Loak breaking Kiri’s bracelet and why didn’t Jake listen to her when she said it wasn’t her who broke it..? As they walked home in comfortable silence, he watched Y/n while she observed the forest as if it was her first time seeing it. The way Y/n observed life always amazed him. He decided it was the perfect time to bring up what happened “…did you so happen to break your sisters bracelet?” Y/n looked up surprised with slight sadness in her eyes “no…did my dad say I did? He’s just always blaming me for stuff.” This makes him immediately more curious as to how Y/n’s home life really was. “Like what?” Y/n answers the question immediately “putting a bug on Loak’s pillow…?” He looked at her in amusement. “Did you do that?” She laughs and gives a satisfied answer “yes! But only because he didn’t admit that he was the one who broke Kiri’s bracelet and he just let me get yelled at. Even though I told dad Loak did it!” He gave a saddened smiled but soon laughed with her as she discussed the story of how she even placed the bug in his pillow perfectly in his face. She returned home and now he was walking back to his. He couldn’t help but think how Y/n should learn at least another level of survival. Like learning how to shoot a gun, just the basics. If he wasn’t teaching her this who would..? He knew all about survival. He also knew how being a warrior himself he went out to war risking his life every time, he wanted to come to a stop and maybe it’ll buy him time with the innocent child he now took care of.

He met up with Y/n at the same time they always do everyday. “When your older and want to become a warrior like you said you were going to…your gonna need to know how to protect yourself.” Y/n giggled and said “I know how to shoot arrows already!” Rey’akana smiled at the excited girl in front of him “more like shooting a gun Y/n…it’ll just be a one time thing for now, it’s just to get you used to it ok? Then when your older you will handle it on your own.” Y/n shares a nervous look as he hands her the gun. “…it’s heavyyyy.” Y/n says. Rey’akana then gives her tips and shows her how the gun should be handled. Their couple of practice shots came to an end as Rey’akana said she should be good enough to try again in a couple years, this was just to get her comfortable and not scared of the gun. “How do you feel about the gun?” Y/n looks down at her hands taking in her next words “…well my hands hurt and my ears have noise in them like eeeeeeeee” He laughed as they went about their conversation agreeing to meet each other tomorrow like normal.

However the next day Y/n rushed to him as soon as he about to leave the healing aid area “Rey’akana! I got invited to play with the girls over there! Is it ok if we skip training today?” Says the girl with the most widest smile ever “Of course Y/n anytime.” He watched as the little girl ran away and the Tsahik smiled at the scene, finally seeing a smile on her granddaughter’s face.

An hour later from seeing Y/n he hears girls laughing while hearing Y/n say “it’s not that bad! My mom just doesn’t have time to do my hair…” One girl laughs and says “So why is Kiri’s hair always done? Ha maybe she just doesn’t want to do your hair because of how messy it is!” Y/n shakes her head and walks away immediately jumping at the sight of Rey’akana “oh, what are you doing here? Do we have time to train? Can we?” Rey’akana agrees especially after witnessing what he just saw. Maybe he can help you?

20 minutes of training goes by and Rey’akana can’t shake the feeling that you were being made fun of, for the hair your mom let go on too long despite you asking for help. “Let’s take a break yea?” Y/n looks up unsure but still agrees “so your probably not gonna like this” y/n gives a saddened look “oh no, what happened?” Rey’akana is quick to reply with “Nothing, we have to talk about your hair. I heard what the girls said to you.” Y/n gave a mad look as she said “that’s not nice! Are you saying it’s messy and ugly too..?” Rey’akana returns a saddened smile and says “no-“ y/n cuts this off by saying “cause it is…kinda” he looks at her worryingly “I could do it for you so they don’t upset you anymore” y/n gives a sigh but agrees although Y/n suggests they get flowers and beads to add onto the hair and he complies. As they are searching for the perfect flower, Rey’akana reaches towards a pretty neon flower that glows until Y/n puts him to a stop “Wait Rey’akana! Don’t touch that one! It makes you have this weird reaction and it’s gross!” Rey’akana looks up amused at the child “…Did you touch it?” Y/n looks down with an ashamed face “…i don’t know” they’re search comes to a stop since they got enough materials for the hair. Settling down to start y/s hair.

A worried y/n manages to ask the question that’s on her mind “…do you know how to do this?” He considers it, I mean he has had his own mother do his hair many times, and he watched her do it to his sisters “How hard could it be?” Y/n looks down while shaking her head “I’m gonna look like an animal.” He laughs and says “shush child you’ll be just fine.” Time passed and Y/n loved her hair she jumped around with the biggest smile “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Your the best Rey’akana!” They share a hug and Rey’akana drops her off home telling her she’ll still be able to meet him after he goes to battle. “Ok! Then you can tell me all the things that happened it’d be cool to learn from what you saw others do! Good night Rey’akana!”

The next day come and the war party was returning back and this time Y/n waited for Rey’akana instead of meeting them at their training area. The injured were taken to the healing tent but Y/n hadn’t seen them since she turned around to pick up the new necklace and beads she was ready to show Rey’akana as her gift to him. She turned back as the people emptied out but no Rey’akana..? Where was he? So she asked around “have you seen Rey’akana? Do you know where he is?” That was until she got to Rey’akana partner that he works with and she smiled and said “you must know where Rey’akana is! Can you tell me?” The man looks down giving her a saddened look, knowing Rey’akana took great care of the girl that he now knows an entire backstory of because that’s all Rey’akana ever talked about now. “He’s in the healing aid tent kiddo, you shouldn’t go” Y/n smile quickly falls as she ran into the healing area frantically searching, quickly passing all tables until she saw her grandmother who had agreed to stay with Rey’akana who’s shot in the chest trying to hold onto his life, as there is nothing she can do anymore.

“Rey’akana! No, no please. I need you.” The little girl comes close holding onto his hand. “You’re strong Y/n ,you can do anything. Your gonna see bad stuff but it’s ok.” She gets teary eyes scared that he’s parting away so soon “M-my parents it’s so horrible” he replies with “oh I can just imagine sunshine.” Sadness in his voice. “…a-and now you. Please. Please don’t leave me . Please don’t go.” His heart breaks as he holds her hand trying to get the strength to talk to her during his last moments “Keep practicing sunshine, I need you to enjoy your life ok? Don’t let anyone push you around. I’ll always be there with you. I’ll watch you at the same time everyday while you train. I’ll be there every step of the way while you become the great warrior you were always meant to be, the role you’ve been working so hard for. I need you to live Y/n. I need you to that for me Y/n that’s your job now. Oel ngati kameie, sunshine. You made a great impact on me.” He said that before the lights went out and Y/n’s life flashed seeing the adult who took care of here for a good couple of months and kept her safe, slip away in her hands. There it was the most painful cries and no one even knew why the once happy curious girl stopped coming around. Only the soldiers who had paid her mind because of all the great words Rey’akana had spoken of her. The sweet child who had all the strength and determination to keep going. Her eyes, were once innocent.

This is not the finally part of this series this is just the beginning! 💓 hope you enjoyed sweet moments of young Y/n!

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ivysoul · 1 year

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i know i have so many requests that i have to get to but i wanted to write something for ethan landry bc he’s my lil psycho pookie bear

cw for reader being just as fucked up as ethan, quinn, and bailey lmfao

the fear that encapsulated the old theatre was strong. it floated around like the dust that fell upon the old furnishings, flooding into the veins of anyone near enough to sense it. the two dark figures in the ghostface masks standing on either side of detective bailey should’ve scared you. they should have—but they didn’t. because you knew them.

they were the family you had been all too well acquainted with. the family you had spent many nights with playing board games and watching movies. they were the family of your boyfriend, ethan bailey—better known now as landry.

you knew about their plans to kill sam to avenge richie, you had even helped them at some points. making sure the group was in the right place at the right time, suggesting ideas on what to do next knowing that they were all ideas to aid in the killings, even going as far as impersonating ghostface yourself while bailey eliminated jason and his partner before they could get to sam themselves.

you loved them like they were your family, because that’s exactly how it was. when you and ethan started dating, you were welcomed with open arms. and ever since, you’ve been inseparable. with not only him, but his family.

all of this only made ethan’s infinite love for you grow, and yours in return. which was why you weren’t scared, surprised, nor turned away when he took off his mask.

his tone was taunting as he said, “y’know, it’s kinda funny. you don’t even need to pretend you’re not ghostface. you just have to be an accomplice.”

“what are you talking about?” sam asked sharply, eyes going back and forth between the family of murderers in front of her. she grabbed tara’s arm subconsciously and tugged her closer to her side. you however, were counting the seconds until you could walk up to ethan and watch the girl’s faces when they realized.

quinn laughed airily and rolled her eyes. “you were too focused on who could’ve been the murderer, that you didn’t even care to ask who could’ve been working with them.”

“never trust the new ones, right?”

the words left your lips smoothly, laced with venom. you didn’t take your eyes off of your boyfriend as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, reaching up to place a passionate kiss on his lips. his free arm wrapped around your back and squeezed your waist.

it was such a dirty thing; love. a feeling that would drive you somewhere you never thought you’d go.

you pulled away only to look at tara and sam, gaining a new tint of satisfaction against your ribcage. a sick a part of you wanted to take a picture and hang it on your bedroom wall when this was all over. but you figured that the real thing was better than a photograph.

you looked back up at ethan, gingerly placing your thumb on his jaw. your featherlight touch had him looking at you immediately with a smile that was only saved for you.

“did i do good, e?”

he kissed your lips once more, gently, and full of love, not once taking into account the scene at hand. “perfect, baby.”

#this was so corny bye #and bad too good lord #i’m very much prepared for this to flop horribly #anyway #ethan landry #ethan landry scream #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #scream #scream 6 #scream 2023 #saintlulls

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ambcass · 23 days

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INVINCIBLE X MALE READER BRO IT COULD BE ANYTBING HERO X VILLAIN OLS IM CRHIGN MY EYES OUT

hello everypony. this is my brother. he decided to SPAM my inbox for a fanfic for his twink. as the amazing sister I am I will write smth for him (after 1.5 weeks of this sitting in my inbox) I'll make a pt.2 if u want

"No, it can't be. You can't be *villain name*." is the same thing every guy you've dated said after you told them about your secret. The truth is, the world classified you as a villain. Everyone watching the news considered you a cold, no-good killing machine.

Being a villain with telepathy, telekinesis, fire abilities, and mind-altering powers is never a good mix for anyone! Would you kill your ex's after finding out you're a villain? No, you cared too much for them. Altering their mind until you erase yourself from their minds and everyone they knew.

This time is different. You met a dorky-looking boy with slicked-back dark hair and blue eyes on your first day at Reginald Vel Johnson High School. You two had chemistry together, and the second you stepped foot in that class, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were so handsome in his eyes. He told William all about you every since! Crazy how much someone can be so obsessed with someone even without mind-altering.

Did you notice at first? No. Bad as feelings as you were, you could not give a fuck about Mark. He didn't interest you in any way until one day.

You were not in a good mood that day at all. Last night you were running off rooftops, trying to escape the hero in yellow and blue. You got away by creating a firewall and going into his mind, making him forget why he was there in the first place. This stunned him and you receive plenty of time to escape. The next, you got to Chem and sat behind Mark and William's lab table. You close your eyes and rest your head on the table while using your arms as support.

"*Name*? Him? The boy behind us?" William's words caught your attention. You looked up and glared at the two. Intrigued, you pretended to sleep. Keeping out for what they were about to say. Mark forcefully turned William's head,

"Noooo. Why would it be! You're so funny! hahaha," Mark grinned awkwardly. He grabbed William's face and spoke quietly but loud enough for you to hear. "Of course it's *name* you moron! Don't say it out loud-" You cut him off.

"Will you two stop talking about me?" you asked. Mark's face turned tomato red as he sank to his chair in embarrassment. Both William and Mark would look back at you but Mark would just stare at you, smiling. "Okay. Creepy...but he's kinda cute." You smiled softly.

Time past by and you couldn't stop wondering why they were talking about you! It's not like you actually knew them. Your eyes lit up as a idea was formed. If he wouldn't tell you, then why not find out for yourself. A smirk appeared on your face. "He wouldn't mind if I just- " Focusing on Mark's mind, you wonder why he's been staring at you ever since your first day, why he's talking about you like he's got some type of crush on you.

"I really like *name* but don't know how to tell him. He seems cool and I want to be closer to him but I'm scared he will shut me out... I have to tell him how I feel eventually. Right?" You're shocked. Lost for words even. Were you flattered? Maybe. It's been a while since you've been in a romantic relationship. This might be it.

A few minutes before class was about to end, an idea came to your mind. Why not give Mark some help confessing to you? Was it wrong? Yes. Did you care? No. You focused on his mind again. First, you thought of Mark confessing to you. Then, you sent it off to his brain. Lastly, you watch everything come into play. The bell rang and you packed up your stuff. Mark was lost in a trance while William was trying to figure out what was going on.

"Earth to Mark! Hellooo? Is anyone home?" You walked past the two without saying a word but stopped at the door frame. Mark snapped out of it and sprung up from his seat with a joyous smile. William raised his brows to an overly happy Mark. "Hey, are you okay-" William was cut off,

"I think I'm gonna do it, Will. I think I'll tell him how I feel."

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robby-bobby-tommy · 6 months

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I haven't watched purgatory streams cuz I am too busy rn, but here's some hcs

- Only emotionally charged scars stay on the body. Like both Phil and Fit have their scars because they felt so betrayed. The other wounds heal with respawn.

- Fit thought that Pac not only helped to kill him, but also agreed to be a bait to lure 2b2t veteran in a trap. After this "betrayal" Fit's eyes change.

- as a dumbahh who watched arcane, I really like the idea of eye changing with emotional stability. Like powder — blue/grey eyes, Jinx — pink eyes. So I have a HC that after the incident Fit's usually brown eyes change to almost toxic green eyes.

- Fit has severe PTSD about 2b2t. The betrayal triggered it and now he doesn't trust people.

- also Fit has 2b2t gravured in his prosthetic arm/gauntlet.

- every time étoiles kills someone, they have a star shaped scar.

- Phil has star shaped scar. Also the majority of his scars from nightmare and code fight. Also some from earth smp.

- Phil had a very speedy, flying oriented battle type. Now he has a different fighting skills, but likes to attack from above (using paraglider)

- Fit's battle skills are way more grounded, he puts way more force in his punches and swings. He also used to fight with only gauntlets/bare hands, so he's a master of hand-to-hand combat.

- Étoiles is just a goat, but he's something in between. He's also very grounded, but is jumpy.

- Roier is a funny but quiet kid, when it comes to battles. Nobody expects it, but he's a pro. He's super good at breaking through shields and at unarming opponent.

- Fit and Phil train together, and it's fun. But sometimes when crowza accidentally triggers PTSD, Fits fighting style suddenly changes. He now doesn't fight to better his skills, he fights to survive. His punches become more chaotic and heavy. They both apologize later.

- Jaiden is literally "I'm a helpless little girl. And j set the building on fire by accident, tooootaly by accident. Also I brought this dynamite. Goodbye:)" And then everything blows up. She's the epitome of "act weak when you're strong".

- Pol (i sadly haven't watched any of his streams cuz of language barrier, but I think he deserves more recognition) only pretends being oblivious and indifferent towards federation. Like he's the first person from all frozen members to remember his past and cooperate with cucurucho.

- I kinda feel like Rubius is one of the old residents of the island.

- Aypierre is Ayanami Rei (/j but I honestly don't understand his lore. I use Tumblr as a news channel and I still don't know what happened to Pierre. Is he ayrobot? Do they now share a body???)

- after the nether Forevers hair go to shoulders.

- Rubius once was just a man. He was an original old resident. After a few years of working with people on the server he was promoted to an angel/devil entity. For it was funny at first, but soon enough it became boring, cuz he wasn't allowed to interact with people apart giving them quests. So he disguised himself as a man and left the island. Later he came back on train with everyone. For escaping and messing with people, giving them illegal stuff ect he was demoted and "fell from heaven". (This HC has literally no reasons, but I like it.

- Carre likes to stretch like a cat.

- team bollas sleep close to each other, but don't go under blankets, cuz in their base there's literal lava above the celling.

- Fit is severely touch starved but he doesn't always trusts enough. During qsmp he became more affectionate, and started to initiate touching. He always puts his hand of someone's shoulder to comfort them (baby steps). I don't feel like after purgatory this stays like that.

- it's not my headcanon, but I adore when people draw Bagi muscular. Like, I dunno why. But I love it so much.

- Missa is a real skeleton, so when death duo reunited for the first time, Phil literally detached wet cat's skull from the neck, yelling "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN"

- Some people have things that represent their close ones. Phil has skull, trinket (is it how it called?) of his kids on his back, flowers from forever, star keychain from étoiles and a bomb from Fit. Fit has Philza's feather, a necklace with a pacman on it, a bolt from Tubbo, and Ramon modifies his arm a lot. Ect ect.

- waaaay back when Slime went on a rampage after Juana's death, Fit called him to a tête-à-tête dialogue. At first he pushed Slime to the tree and put elbow on his neck, but during Charlie's monologue he let his guard down and even wanted to place his hand on the shoulder. Yet before that they were interrupted by Roier. (Also Charlie asking advice and trusting Fit all this time was quite sweet. Like, he even asked advice when dead eggs came back)

- during purgatory Phil balances himself with weapons.

- Charlie always suspected CodeFlippa wasn't the real one, but he deliberately chose to ignore that. Ignorance is a blessing.

- gladiator by Jann but Étoiles, you see what I see???

- Phil and Fit are terrible sleep bros. When they went to adventures with kids and had to sleep in the open, Fit couldn't sleep, listening to players steps, and Phil tried to figure out mobs. Also they play footsie (they said it on one stream, this is cannon. I really dunno are they besties or homos anymore)

- one of the ways to know if an avian on the server is sick is to see how their feathers react to water. If I'm correct, irl birds have a special stuff on them to not get wet. Only birds with sickness appear to be wet (mb not all birds are like that, I don't remember)

- just "are we still sisters?" Dialogue from arcane but Bagi and Cellbit

- everyone has bags under the eyes

That's all for now.

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I had the most dumb yet sensible thought when it comes to your Pretender AU. Megatron discovering ways to deal with Optimus accidentally through human media. Particularly horror media like The Thing, Among Us, Bloodborne, Alien, SCP and such.

A thing that Soundwave would stumble upon by accident before realizing this could come in handy and share with it the other Decepticons. It's kinda ironic in a way. Organics having what could be the key to handling this entire mess through their entertainment based media.

Plus they probably look to YouTube for channels like Roanoke Gaming who discusses the various intricacies like mythology, biology and such on media creatures such as Xenomorphs.

Oh goodness this is FUNNY.

Previous part here.

This is kinda crack so honestly its up in the ether plot relevance wise.

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The Pretenders tried to flee Cybertron as soon as they deemed the planet unsuitable. Megatron wanted to scoff when he caught wind of the Pretend Prime and his entourage fleeing the sector. He had every intention of ruling Cybertron and left more than enough soldiers behind to tend to the planet in his absence, but he simply could not allow the Pretenders to go. If they got any ground anywhere, they would spread and be back.

The Pretender Prime had long since proven to be capable of holding a grudge, and Megatron was in no mood to shove the issue under the rug until it came back to bite him. As such, he collected his inner circle, Jazz included, and boarded the Nemesis. He set course for the planet the Pretenders were headed toward with grim determination, and upon landing, he almost wanted to scream due to the sheer amount of organic everything. It reminded him of the Pretenders and he despised being on the ground.

Thus, while his subordinates did everything in their power to root out the Pretenders wherever they were rooted on the planet of Earth, Megatron delved into the human datanet with Soundwave at his side. Jazz joined them on occasion, and through this shared effort, they discovered possible methods to combat their foes that they never would have expected. The ideas were... a tad outlandish. But having tried just about everything else under the sun to kill their enemies, the Decepticons were willing to make an attempt to follow the potential solutions provided.

Having watched "Earnest Scared Stupid" one time, the Vehicons attempted to deal with the Pretenders through the use of milk. It was a one time effort, and the Pretenders were more dumbfounded than actually upset at the milk that was tossed all over them. Seeing as they didn't melt into goo, the Vehicons ran screaming.

Jazz made a valiant attempt to use voodoo magic a handful of times, which ended up resulting in a small storage closet being filled to the brim with collections of dolls stuffed with needles. He also tried a few banishing rituals just for the kick of it. And surprisingly, after one of his attempts which involved an offering the some demon Jazz never bothered to remember, Arcee ended up stepping into a hole and breaking her leg. Since then Jazz has occasionally repeated the ritual just to see if anything else happens.

Starscream saw several movies and decided that water might be a possible way to combat the Pretenders. Being the most reliable flier, he took to the air and decided that Arcee would be the best target. He picked her up, and making sure to wear gloves so as to not actually touch her, he threw her into the nearest body of water and waited above. Arcee for her part flailed and got out with a hiss of indignation, her plating flaring and her extra limbs extending so that she could shake off the liquid. The most Starscream got for his efforts was a dirty look, but his work was applauded when he returned to the Nemesis. Touching a Pretender was always a dangerous risk to take.

Megatron opted for a slightly more... violent solution. He had attempted chemical warfare, bombing, outright attacks, poison, and even manufactured diseases to fight back against his foes. None of his efforts so much as gave him a reasonable weakness to use against them. While young, Pretenders were easy to kill. But after that all he really had to target was their familial connections. There were no physical defects to attack or use against them. They adapted, and as much as he was loath to admit it, they were disgustingly superior when it came to most physical activities. They were resistant to just about everything too. So really there were only two options in his mind.

The Pretenders operated similarly to organics. And according to what he saw, two things that killed organics most often were freezing cold and fire. Thus, his vehicons were given flamethrowers for a time and when the opportunity arose, Optimus was thrown into the arctic for observation. The vehicons for their part managed to make the Pretenders scatter, but fire did nothing against them that it didn't do for a normal Cybertronian. The freezing on the other hand? Freezing could kill a bot, at least in a moist environment. But against the odds, as soon as Optimus found he couldn't escape on his own, the Prime dug a hole into the ground and curled up into a ball, his frame stilling. For a moment Megatron thought he might have won, but then as soon as the other Pretenders came to get him, they dragged the Prime out and back to their base. Within a week he was up and moving again.

The monsters could hibernate it seemed. And that terrified Megatron more than he cared to admit.

The Decepticons only true success came when Soundwave decided to attempt using sound to their advantage. The Pretenders were incredibly sensitive, their optics, audials, and olfactory systems all primed for hunting. Seeing "The Quiet Place", Soundwave noted the similarities between the Pretenders and the Angels and opted to make an attempt at using the same attack against their foes. To the surprise of everyone, he...

Succeeded.

When Soundwave played music on just the right frequency on the battlefield, the Pretenders began to scream. Their frames shifted, their disguises falling away and simultaneously being forced back into place. Unable to control their frames fully, they could only thrash and fight like wild animals as their senses were assaulted from all sides. It was not enough to kill them, but the weakness was swiftly acknowledged and abused.

It wasn't much, but it was something.

Another step closer to victory.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #arcee #optimus prime #megatron #alternate universe #soundwave #starscream #vehicons #pretender au

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i've found your account only a few days ago but ever since then I've been STUCK here rereading your fanfics, especially ones with damian. i wasn't even a dc fan (heard about some stuf, watched some films and cartoons, but that's it) but now im reading comics since im Obsessed and need more batboys in my life (rip my productivity😔)

Anyway, after Sleepover i'm curious what will Bruce (and maybe even Thalia) think of batboys strange behaviour towards reader. He's smart, so he definitely notices it early on, but how he'll react....

I can see him being weirded out (like he was by Jason's anger issues, before his death), but he also can be an enabler, since Robin (literaly any of them) had a hard life, so if those relationships can help him why not pretend that everything is normal? you'll be safer in a Wayne's Manor anyway

All in all, thanks for a new hyperfixation 💞💞

P.s. About games:

1. Boyfriend to death 1&2 - since you're into yanderes you might want to check this game out. I prefer the second game, but the first is also fun. But beware the trigger warnings!!

2. Long live the Queen - more of a raising sim than dating sim but you still can romance some guys and girls.

,3. Hatoful Boyfriend - mostly a comedy, but there is a yandere.

4. The Royal Trap - it's been a long time since i played it, but it used to be one of my favorites so i'll just mention it.

5. Higurashi - once again not really a romance sim, but its an interesting horror mixed with a slice of life

;A; AWWWW THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF.... THAT MAKES ONE OF US GIJSDOFAFGHFOJDSD

and yes yes get into DC!!! (girl who hasnt even read a full run since like. injustice)

damn now you got me thinking and excited. incoming spiel

i agree entirely about bruce just knowing how Bad things can get, so to make things simpler, he's like "yes, your darling(s) can stay in the manor, boys. 🙄"

mmm yes..... when it comes to bruce noticing the batboys are yandere, i think it's always sinfully delightful to just have him be reluctantly okay with it. 😈 it's also easier narratively ngl but i also like the idea that the batfam is all just corrupted.

bruce's thoughts are that they (his sons) fight for vengeance and justice but this is where they could use some leeway.... we all need our vice... they fight so hard for gotham, they deserve a little treat (getting rid of your human rights)... it's very "Dad who wants his sons to have happiness even if its not healthy" of him. in fics where bruce is a yandere, well, he's the exact same way so he can't judge. although if that's the case, i like the idea of bruce just being like "yes what we do isn't right. let's not talk about it. just don't kill <3"

still wondering what i like more. a yan!bruce who's self aware what he's doing is wrong but he just refuses to think about it. or a yan!bruce that justifies it all because of his paranoia, Tower of Babel style (if you don't know, that's when it's revealed batman has plans to subdue/kill the justice league just in case they go rogue.)

for the batboys depends on their personality... for damian, he's so resolute in things that i prefer when he just believes 100% what he's doing is okay, if not actually righteous. ^_^

hmmm talia.... I'M STILL UNSURE HOW I PREFER THAT AS WELL... i think talia being a you-arent-good-enough-for-my-son mom is a little cliche but also. she kinda would say that. you'd have to prove your worth somehow but idk how tf darling would do that LOL. in the end, i think talia is just relieved/comforted that her son indeed feels desire and wants love and will continue the family legacy (regardless if youre afab/can biologically have children.)

no THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! AND THANKS FOR RECS!!!! heheh yeah ive checked out btd and im not averse to the warnings its more like im not that most of into the designs ngl. fox guy seems cute? AND LMAO FUNNY BC IM ON A HIGURASHI REWATCH (never played it tho)

#yandere batfam #ask

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Jonathan Crane request where reader is a student of his (professor Crane au ish) and also happens to be the daughter of a certain millionaire in Gotham 👀

love the idea that Bruce is with Selena at this point and when he finds out about reader and Jonathan he like

“you can’t date someone with a criminal alter ego!!”

and she’s just like “really?” As she points to Selena (who’s still in her Catwoman outfit) sitting on the couch.

Meanwhile Jason is standing on the sidelines like “date who you want sis but if he makes the slightest mistake I will kill him and pretend I always thought this was a bad idea”

Hypocrites ↦ Professor!Jonathan Crane × Student!Female!Reader

so, i don't normally write for comic accurate scarecrow/jonathan crane and I don't watch Gotham, nor do I watch Titans as I'm more of a Chrisopher Nolan kinda gal, so i apologize for any errors, BUT in my head, I'm still thinking of Christian Bale, Anne Hathaway & Cillian Murphy when I write this, so once again, I apologize

Warnings: mention of getting robbed, mention of guns, reader is Wayne's adopted daughter :)

Being a Wayne had its advantages as well as its disadvantages. Anyone who saw you, assumed you were daddy's little girl, when in reality, you weren't. He never treated you differently than his sons, except for when it came to relationships as he didn't want you to be a female version of him, however, he didn't think you would come out to be in a relationship with your professor who just so happens to be the villain he's been after.

You told your dad and Selina that you had a boyfriend and while they were ecstatic, the disgust on your father's face didn't go unnoticed when Jonathan Crane came through the doors of the mansion.

First, your dad had no idea that Professor Crane was Jonathan Crane as he thought it was a funny coincidence. Second, he was taken aback that his daughter decided to get in a relationship with her professor out of all people. Selina wasn't there as she was out doing who knows what, but you didn't complain as you knew your father was in love with her just as much as she loved him.

Plus, you witnessed their flirting when he was dressed as Batman the one time, they saved you from getting robbed. It disturbed you, but you didn't say anything. You thought out of all people, your father would be understanding, but he wasn't, and it was kind of annoying.

Jonathan rested a hand on your knee, reassuring you that no matter what, he'd be there for you. "You know dad, I would've thought you, out of all people, would understand." He tilted his head to the side. "What's that supposed to mean?" You shook your head, deciding not to spill his secret, especially knowing the truth about Jonathan. However, when he gave you a kiss before he left, your father nearly went crazy. Then, Selina came home and tilted her head to the side. "Everything okay, Bruce?"

"(Y/N) is with Jonathan Crane!" Selina gasped before taking off her head piece. "Really?" You glare at the both of them and scoff. "You better not give me a lecture about this!" She sat on the couch to remove her boots and raised an eyebrow. "Why not?! Sweetheart, he's a villain!" You suck your teeth, your anger bubbling. "Dad, why does it matter?! You're with a villain too, are you not?" Selina raised her eyebrows in disbelief at your words and Bruce rolled his eyes. "She's an anti-villain, first of all,"

"You know I do bad for good (Y/N)." You run a hand down your face. "Unbelievable. I thought you would understand, dad!" He shrugged as a scoff escaped his lips. "Well, I don't, sorry (Y/N)." Jason cleared his throat. "If I may, I have your back through this little sis, but like, if he breaks your heart, I'll pretend I was on Bruce and Selina's side this whole time. How does that sound?" Bruce glares at his son. "What?" Jason shrugs. "Hey, I'm not gonna Romeo and Juliet this whole thing, okay? If she's happy, I don't care! He just better not break her heart. My guns are always oiled and cleaned."

#dc universe #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x y/n #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #scarecrow x y/n #scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #asks #ask #request

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kortsitron · 2 years

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Overwatch Halloween headcanons

Genji Shimada

⛧ He loved Halloween as a kid so he’s happy to celebrate it

⛧ Does care too much about what you two would do during that day as long as you’re together

⛧ But preferably would either go out with you or watch horror movies whole night

⛧ If asked about his halloween costume his first answer always will be “My halloween costume? Cyborg ninja!”. He thinks this answer is funny, but in fact he always has a costume

⛧ Genji always takes his time and every year wants to surprise everyone with his costume

⛧ He once happened not to have any ideas and asked you for help and ended up with his armored sprayed with paint (his 2021 weekly halloween skin “Skeleton” skin)

⛧ Definitely goes out to buy decorations and sweets

⛧ You two either go out to party with friends or stay together watching horror movies and give candy to children

⛧ Genji will buy the prettiest pumpkins he can find to carve them with you, it’s much easier for him to carve them since he’s very good with sword

⛧ If two stay at home and you don’t wanna watch a horror movies, he’s got some games to play

Hanzo Shimada

⛧ He never had a chance to celebrate Halloween, especially during his time in the Shimada Clan

⛧ Now that he's no longer a part of the Clan, he can celebrate Halloween all he wants

⛧ Hanzo is not a party person, so he would rather spend his time with you in the house than going out

⛧ He's not that interested in carving pumpkins at first, since he doesn't want to get dirty, but once he started, he won't stop until his satisfied

�� Is Hanzo going to get a costume? Absolutely

⛧ Definitely will ask for your opinion on what costume he should get

⛧ In the end he’s gonna be a vampire, cuz why shouldn't he be one?

⛧ In the halloween day, he will be proudly wandering around in his costume

⛧ If you don't want to be the one to give candy to children, don't worry he will take care of it

⛧ He just want how creative kids can get with this and he never had a chance to give them candy, so he's kinda excited

⛧ In the end, you two will probably fall asleep in watching horror movies

Cole Cassidy

⛧ He was celebrating halloween since he can remember, even with the deadlock gang

⛧ Cole’s really excited to spend Halloween with you

⛧ Especially during this time of year, his favorite nickname for is “pumpkin”

⛧ He's really into matching costumes and he was the one to suggest it

⛧ He’s really into matching costumes, because he doing group costumes back in the deadlock gang and it kinda became for a tradition for him

⛧ Cole either gonna choose hot scary or just weird ones, (for both of you or for himself) depending on his mood

⛧ If you're gonna say you don't want matching costumes, he's gonna pretend he's offended, but in the he's gonna love whatever you will pick for yourself, if you're really not into his idea

⛧ If he’s costume idea requires makeup, he’s gonna come to you no matter if you’re better or worse than him at doing makeup, he’s really bad at it and trust you with it more than himself

⛧ His favorite part about going out to halloween parties, is seeing other peoples costumes, he just loves seeing people’s creativity

Gabriel Reyes

⛧ Gabriel may seem a bit grumpy, but he does like halloween

⛧ When was young, he really enjoyed treat or tricking, but now he’s into that too much

⛧ He would rather stay at home than going out

⛧ Gabriel won’t admit it, but he does want to get a costume to wear around the house

⛧ He’s gonna act like a mom if you mention buying new costume or decoration “We already have decoration.” “You have a costume from last year, you don’t need a new one.”

⛧ But he’s not gonna say anything if you buy anything new, in fact, he will be curious about the new stuff

⛧ He’s going to order one without you know as a surprise, since he made you thought that “He’s too old for costumes”

⛧ He loves seeing the mix of surprise and confusion on your face when he shows you his costume

⛧ Reyes gonna joke about scaring kids so he’s doesn’t have to give them candy, but you know he’s not gonna do that

⛧ Watching horror movies isn’t scary for him, but if you’re scared easily during these movies, he will tease you and maybe scare you

⛧ He will probably fall asleep before the movies ends

Lucio Carriera dos Santos

⛧ He’s been thinking what he should wear the whole year and when halloween is near, he has no idea what costume to choose

⛧ Expect him to ask you for help with choosing costume, which gonna take some times since he really wants to wear all of them

⛧ Lucio besides buying some decoration, will make try to find some diy videos to make some decorations himself for fun

⛧ Instead of carving, he enjoys painting the pumpkins

⛧ He’s definitely gonna take you out to party to a club or to your friends party, he’s either gonna go just with you or group of mutual friends

⛧ In the club, beside dancing, he’s gonna get both of you halloween drinks

⛧ During house party, there’s gonna be a lot things happening

⛧ Watching movies, playing games, making halloween food, making carving pumpkin contest, etc.

⛧ During horror movies he will try to hide behind you, Lucio gets scared really easily so he’s gonna hold on you for his life

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run away (my heart is chasing you)

Pairing: Renjun x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which the flower boy and the anti-romantic were **supposed** to be just friends, but failed epically. To make matters worse, Renjun knows Jeno harbors feelings for Y/N.

Genre: Fluff, crack, angst, fwb/suggestive (no smut), kind of E2L, love triangle, one-sided pining, florist!renjun, flowerhater!reader, implied sweet guy!jeno

Warnings: Alcohol intoxication, profanity (probably), implied smut, Crayon Shin Chan spoilers kinda (?), unedited!

WC: ~1.5k

A/N: Inspired by TXT's Antiromantic. Part of me wants to expand on this, but I’m also not sure how, so have this short scenario instead LOL. If you’d like to see a longer story out of it (long-shot or series!), please lmk – I’d actually heavily consider it!

The tension was thick and the silence was piercing enough to slice through it.

Renjun wasn’t even sure why the both of you were watching Shin Chan Jjanggu. The thick-browed character sauntered across the screen in his signature red shirt and yellow pants, dramatically yelling who knows what; Renjun wasn’t even paying attention, or more so, he couldn’t – not with you sitting impossibly far, but disturbingly too close on the other end of the loveseat.

Last weekend, the two of you had agreed, shook on it even, that you’d both put an end to your “special arrangement” and just try to be friends.

Keyword: try.

After Jeno had confided in him that he had a romantic interest in you, it didn’t feel right for Renjun to keep seeing you like he did; only in the depths of the night, when no one else was watching. Renjun liked to think he was a man of virtue and respect – for the most part. Whatever was going on between you and him really challenged that belief. Deep down, a sense of guilt brewed in the pits of his stomach like a hot cauldron of water threatening to bubble over but not quite; but the taste of your lips and the shudder he elicited from you grazing his fingers down your spine was euphoric. If Renjun was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he could live without it.

Perhaps Jeno’s confession was the reminder he needed to root him back in his values.

This wasn’t fair to his friend.

It wasn’t fair to you.

However, ‘knowing’ and ‘doing’ were two different sides of the same coin.

Renjun wondered if this was as difficult for you as it was for him. He wasn’t sure why he thought it would be a good idea to invite you over to “just hang out” while his roommates were going out tonight. He had fucked you for the umpteenth time a little over a week ago – on this same exact couch to be precise. He silently cursed himself for not going out with Donghyuck and Jaemin. He might have found another distraction tonight – not that he really wanted to (he felt disgusting for having such a thought).

However, habits didn’t break overnight nor did they break over a week.

He gnawed nervously at the inside of his cheek, stealing glances at you as you shifted on your cushion of the couch, eyes trained on Shin Chan arguing with his mom, tucking your feet underneath your bum. With the comedic soundtrack playing in the background, there must’ve been something funny happening, but your expression was flat, not the slightest curve of your lip.

Should he just . . .?

What if he . . .?

No – he can’t.

For Jeno, who had never done him wrong.

And for you, who Renjun promised he’d try.

But . . .

Renjun knew you weren’t interested in Jeno, as sweet as the man could be. You were a self-proclaimed anti-romantic, which is why Renjun and you ended up in this predicament anyways.

There was nothing brewing between Jeno and you, but to say the least, there was something that tied you and Renjun.

No rules would be broken if he relieved the tension of the invisible taut string between you and him right now.

Perhaps, he’d just test the waters first. If you cut him off, Renjun would stop.

With bated breaths, Renjun pretended to stretch his neck, shifting closer to you in the process – within an arm’s reach. He faked a laugh at Shin Chan and Hina arguing on the playground, slapping the couch repetitively before strategically letting his hand land on your thigh.

It was perhaps too loud and too much for the seemingly regular occurrence for the two characters, but he just needed an excuse.

You jolted, peering down at him, who pretended not to mind, only continuing to grin stupidly at the screen. He could feel your eyes on him, probably blinking at him owlishly, wondering what was wrong with him. You didn’t pull away though, opting to turn back to the screen after a few seconds.

Renjun smirked, giving your thigh a quick squeeze, his thumb rubbing small circles. You didn’t speak, but Renjun knew you well; more specifically, he knew your body well. Every gesture, every cough, every lip bite – like a bouquet for a special occasion, he could put it together and understand the meaning of your actions even if you didn’t voice them yourself.

As his hand moved higher up your leg, you grew restless, squirming and shifting closer then farther again, as if you were fighting with yourself what you wanted in this moment. Despite the direction of your eyes, you weren’t watching Shin Chan anymore – neither was he.

Hence, when enough was enough, your hand wrapped around his wrist, signaling for Renjun to stop teasing you. He complied, turning to catch your gaze. Your breathing was uneven, as if you had jogged up all six flights of stairs to get to his apartment. A look of fear knitted your brows together. Renjun wasn’t sure if he was just seeing the reflection of the TV screen in your eyes, shining in the dimmed living room, but they were glassy, glazed over with . . . lust and greed.

Renjun opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off when you flipped over to straddle his lap. Your fingers carded through his dark brown locks, tugging at the ends near the nape of his neck. As if it was second nature, his hands caressed your waist. He hitched a breath at how close you were, noting the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

Despite silently cursing himself for fucking up his promise and the sense of guilt causing turbulence in his chest now, Renjun couldn’t deny how good it felt to have you pressed up against him again. It felt like a sprinkle of fresh rain after a long drought on a sunny day.

“Is this okay?” you whispered.

Renjun gulped, pressing his fingers harder through the material of your t-shirt and into your skin. “More than.”

Neither of you moved, letting the delicate but reassuring silence envelope you as your eyes drank in each other. Unsaid questions and thoughts passed between your stares, the nasaly voice of Shin Chan falling on deaf ears.

Did you want me as much as I wanted you?

Is it okay if we’re not just friends?

Can we go back to just friends after this?

Would it be okay if I kissed you right now?

What if . . . I loved you?

“Wow,” a loud, familiar voice interrupted.

You and Renjun whipped your heads towards the door. You sat back, letting your hands slide down his chest, your throat growing tight.

A dazed Donghyuck and his sober companion, Jaemin stood at the doorway of their shared apartment, staring at the both of you in your compromising position.

“I know I’m drunk,” Donghuck slurred, rubbing his eyes and squinting hard, “But I think I’m seeing this right.” He turned to Jaemin and wagged a finger in your direction. “Right? That’s Y/N sitting in Renjun’s lap?”

Jaemin didn’t look at his friend, but nodded in affirmation.

Donghyuck guffawed, throwing his head back as if this was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. Resting a hand on the back of his neck, he shook his head.

“Never thought I’d see the flower hater fall for the flower boy.”

You weren’t sure why and Donghyuck meant no harm; but, his words definitely struck a chord on you, but not in a good way. It was like someone plucked the strings of your heart too hard and it snapped, the ends curling way in opposite directions. You looked down, tucking your chin into your chest, taking a moment to collect yourself. Renjun noted how the warmth of your hands left his body, now pulled close to you as you fumbled with your fingers.

He could tell, you were embarrassed . . . lost, trying to figure out what the best thing to do. His heart ached – not sure because you were ashamed to be seen with him or he felt bad for you.

Perhaps both.

Just as he lifted his hands to plant on your waist again to reassure you and make you stay, you lifted yourself off him and stood up silently. Forgoing your sweater tossed over the barstool in the kitchen and your purse hanging in their coat closet, you hastily left, stepping over Renjun’s outstretched legs and roughly pushing past in between Donghyuck and Jaemin.

You didn’t even have it in you to wait for the elevators. The three boys heard the slam of the stairwell door instead.

Renjun let out a small scoff of disappointment, slumping his head back against the couch before shooting his friends an incredulous look. He knew he had no right to be mad at them, but he didn’t want to shoulder the blame alone.

Donghyuck looked puzzled, head looking back and forth between the stairwell and Renjun.

He pointed at himself. “D-did I say something?”

Jaemin patted his back with slow blows. He let out a heavy breath, catching Renjun’s stare.

“Only the truth.”

. . . .

Read the series here :)

#renjun x reader #renjun scenarios #renjun smut #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct smut #nct dream smut

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jooillusion · 13 days

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🌸Since you said ask for ANYTHING, I'll comply.

Seungmin and messy sex😭, person likes it messy, but they never really talked about it before and he just starts to notice cause she would be way sloppier than what he was used to, letting her drool fall but always pretending it wasn't on porpoise (maybe in the beginning it wasn't hehe) he would end up full of her drool and saliva just from making out. Extra points if he notices she would actively try to squirt on him on porpoise 🫠🫠 and would pay way too much attention to his cum.

Even more extra points if they aren't really dating quite yet. If he says any kind of pet name including the word 'messy' I swear I'll combust (idk why but it sounds hot)

I like to think he would kinda baby them a bit if he noticed, but not too much, just find it kinda funny when he notices that's a kink of hers, but please set the mood to whatever you want!!!

(I've been thinking about this for more time than what's probably healthy. may the universe forgive me) ILY FOR THIS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH MY SEUNGMIN BRAINROT AS BEEN KILLING ME

getting messy with seungmin <3

warnings: mutual masturbation, squirting

oh 🌸 anon how much i love you…

you and seungmin loved to experiment when it came to exploring more of what you both like. at first he thought you really really liked him, and you do, but the more heated your makeout sessions got the more he’d pull away with his lips being swollen and glossy as if he put on lip gloss. same with you except the drool that leaked from the corners of your lips down to your chin. he’d chuckle and use his thumb to wipe it off, cupping your chin again and pulling you back onto his lips.

then it got to the point where it happened way too often to where his the sleeve of his sweater would be drenched in your saliva due to him having to wipe it off his chin everytime you pulled away. and when he finally mustered up the courage to ask about it you’d pout and say that it’s not your fault, he’s just too hot for you to handle and you want him all to yourself. oh boy does that turn him on since you two haven’t even made things official yet. this whole endeavor started after a drunken hookup, leaving you both craving each other since you two know how to properly make each other feel good.

seungmin especially loves it when he makes you squirt.

the first time it happened, you had told seungmin you wanted to try something out and of course he’s quick to do anything to satisfy you, knowing that in the end he’d leave just as satisfied. this led to you both facing each other, your hand wrapped around seungmin’s length and his fingers fucking themselves into your hole, using your spit as lube upon request. he wasn’t complaining, it felt incredible for the both of you.

he watches how your mouth falls open and your head flies back with each time his long, slender fingers thrust into you, the tips of his fingers graze against your g-spot deliciously. your grip around his cock tightens and his teeth grit, feeling his orgasm creeping into the pit of his stomach. seungmin uses his thumb to circle over your clit, your moans getting high pitched as the sensitivity hits.

“fuck,” seungmin breathes out. “you’re making a mess baby.”

his words alone make your hips buck up, your free hand grabs at seungmins wrist trying to stop what’s about to leave your cunt. it happened once before and you’ve only ever brought yourself to that point. it’s too late to think about how he’d react since his hand has no intentions on stopping, full on slamming his digits inside of you and speeding up when he feels them tighten around them.

it happens fast. your thighs close together and you cry out weakly before it finally gushes out, and it completely catches seungmin off guard as some of it lands onto him. his hand comes to a halt and he pulls his fingers out, your hand on his wrist tightly holding it, trying to desperately pull it back towards you. he’s hesitant at first, but his hand goes to rub fast circles on your clit, more squirt gushing from between your thighs.

seungmin thrusts into your fist the more it lands on him, coming on a low choked sob, cum spurting on your legs. the both of you breathe heavily, one hand behind you to keep yourselves from falling back. you stay like that until your eyes finally flutter open to see seungmin staring at you, the realization of what you just did hitting you. you open your mouth to speak, ready to apologize and tell him you could change and wash his sheets for him.

“i need you to do that for me more.” he beats you to it, breathily laughing and shifting to hover over you to kiss your lips.

now that he knew he was capable of making you squirt, he used that to his best advantage, his hand always finding its way to your clit, whether he has you bent over, on top, on your side, having him on top, grinding on his thigh, or riding his fingers it wouldn’t matter, he wouldn’t let you leave if your juices weren’t on him by the end of the night. he chuckles when he brings you to that point, cooing into your ear, “give me more, angel.”

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

#—꩜ seungmin #—꩜ smut #—꩜ requests #—꩜ drabbles #xdh hard hours #xdh hard thoughts #xdh smut #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes x reader #o.de smut #o.de x reader #sweetie 🌸#love mail ୨୧

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oliviaischillin1204 · 9 months

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wake up call

Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)

Word Count: 1,476 Words

roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him

"Is he seriously still asleep?"

Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.

"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.

It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.

"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."

Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."

Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.

"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."

"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."

They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.

"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."

"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."

Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."

No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.

"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."

He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.

Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.

It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.

"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.

Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."

Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.

He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.

At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.

Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.

It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-

"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."

Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.

Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.

"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.

"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.

"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.

"It's time to get up, darling."

Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.

"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.

"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."

"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."

"I was asleep!"

Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."

"I was!"

"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.

Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.

"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!roman #ler!virgil #ler!logan #drafted on december 27 2021 #wake up call

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julesclues · 2 years

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100 Things I Love About You

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word count: 5.98k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x f!reader

A/n: pretend the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out in ‘86 instead of ‘89; not proof read :0

Summary: Eddie writes you a letter that contains 100 things that he loves about you / reasons why he loves you. Best friends to lovers. (Inspo from 10 Things I Hate About You but reversed kinda).

You and Eddie had been friends since freshman year. You were the same age, and had graduated when he was supposed to. However, that didn’t stop you from hanging out with him and the rest of the boys.

And that definitely didn’t stop him from falling in love with you.

When your 20th birthday came along, you had a small party containing the boys from Hellfire, as well as Steve and Robin. Sitting in the living room, you started to open gifts. “Okay! Now for Eddie’s,” you say with excitement, and go to grab the envelope. He grabs your wrist though, making you, and everyone else, tilt their head in confusion. “If it’s okay,” he says with uncertainty, “can you open this after the party? It’s kinda personal.” He scratches the back of his neck in nervousness, but you smile and shove the envelope in your back pocket. “Of course Eddie. Okay, let’s get to Dustin’s then!”

A couple hours later, it had reached midnight. It was no longer your birthday. Which everyone then took as an excuse to leave. It was getting late anyways, so you understood why they wanted to get home as fast as they could. Besides, you were anxious to open Eddie’s letter and read what was so important that you couldn’t read in front of anyone else.

At your house, it had just been you and Eddie now as it hit 1am. Your parents were on vacation, so you two had the house to yourself. Making your way to your room, Eddie quickly followed behind. “So,” you exclaim all giggly. “What’s with this mysterious letter, Munson?” Eddie chuckles nervously behind you, making you kind of worry as you sit on your bed with a bounce. He closes the door behind you guys, and follows you on the bed. “It’s a surprise, sweetheart.” You still heard the nervousness in his voice, but chose not to comment on it. You thought it would only make him more nervous.

You grab the letter out of your back pocket and open it.

To the lovely Y/n L/n.

You smiled up at Eddie and saw how intensely he was watching you. “What is this, Eds?”

“Just read it, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t stop reading until the end?”

“I promise.” And with that, you unfold the letter. There were two pages that were stapled together, with writing on the front and the back. So with that, you began to read it.

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Y/n. Sweetheart. Happy 20th birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you anything, you know how broke I am. So instead, I came up with this stupid idea. You once told me how you wished someone would list things they loved about you after we watched When Harry Met Sally. So, of course, I took that as a challenge. Here are 100 things I love about you.

Your laugh. I love the way you throw your head back and close your eyes when I say something that’s just mildly funny. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

Your eyes. I particularly love when we hang out at night and I see the moon reflect in them. They shine so bright to the point where I can easily get lost in them if I stare too long.

Your kindness. I am obsessed with the cookies you always bake for Hellfire. The little designs you make are definitely not perfect but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I know the boys wouldn’t either. I also love how you didn’t run away from me when we first met, even though you knew I was am the town freak.

Your style. Sure, you don’t dress like me (which is obviously the perfect style), but your outfits always make my day. Especially when you’re wearing a Hellfire shirt? I’m so glad I gave you one, sweetheart.

Your curiosity. I love when you always ask me about how to play dnd and no matter what, you always tend to ask questions. I also love how curious you are about how to play my guitar. You suck at it, but I still love to hear you play.

Your intelligence. You always find ways to inform me about things without making me feel stupid or small. Not only do I love teaching you things, but I love when you teach me.

Your hair. It looks absolutely perfect in my opinion. The way you wear it everyday makes me want to compliment you all the time. Every time I see someone with hair remotely the same as yours, I always think of you.

Your honesty. Even when I don’t want you to be honest, you are. And I thank you for that. I’m glad you don’t let me go out of the house looking like a slob, and you’ll tell me straight up if I have something between my teeth.

Your energy. You’re always so bright and energetic. Even if I’m having an off day, it never lasts long because you always find a way to get me bubbly, just like you.

Your ability to calm me down. You know how Jason is always pissing me the fuck off. But for some reason, you are the only one who can calm me down. Whenever you put your hands on my shoulders or cup my face and tell me to just breathe, I do exactly that. You’re my calm.

Your beauty. I’ve never met anyone who is, in the slightest degree, as beautiful as you. Of course I’ve seen other girls with your color hair and eyes, but none of them, and I mean none, can even compare to you. Your beauty deserves to be shared with the entire world, but for now, I’m glad I have the good fortune of being one of the few people who can really take you in.

Your reliability. Whenever we need a sub for Hellfire, boom, you’re there, even though you don’t really know how to play. Whenever I need help in math or english, boom, you’re there to tutor me even if you’re not doing so well yourself. I can rely on you to be there for me in a flash, and have never doubted you for a second.

Your voice. It’s music to my ears, sweetheart. Sometimes you retell stories but I don’t care because I’d hear you speak till the end of time. I love when you tell stories to the boys and you change your voice sometimes depending on who you’re imitating. When you’re imitating me, I love it the most. It makes me chuckle.

You care about my happiness. Whenever I’m having a bad day, you always find a way to cheer me up. “I want you to be happy, Eds.” No one has ever really cared about how I feel besides Uncle Wayne. Thank you, Y/n.

Your nicknames for me. I love how you call me Eds, pretty boy, Eddie the Banished, and dungeon master. The way they roll off your tongue makes my heart so full.

Your creativity. Though you don’t know a lot about dnd, I still admire how you help me create campaigns for our Hellfire meetings. You come up with so many ideas (I perfect them though) and they’re things that I would never even think of half the time.

Your humor. You always find ways to crack a joke, even if they’re the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And yet, I always laugh. I don’t know why, I just do. Well actually, I think I laugh at them to see your smile. Yeah.. that’s it.

Your smile. You can light up a whole city with that damn thing, Y/n L/n. Your smile is more beautiful than my guitar. Hell, you’re more beautiful than my guitar.

Your drive to keep going. You never tend to give up, no matter how much that seems like the only option. This is especially true during class and when we’re studying together. “I’m almost done, Eds. Just let me answer one more question,” you’ll say. And I love it.

Your sense of adventure. You always want to go somewhere with me, whether you’ve been there or not. I’ll never forget the time we went to Lover’s Lake and you just jumped in the water. It was like March, the water was insanely cold. Yet, you were still laughing and giggling with those blue lips of yours. It took hours to warm you up, but I loved hugging you to do so.

Your hugs. Feeling your body close against mine is a feeling I’ll never forget. You instantly calm me down when you hug me, and I love to hold you whenever you want me to. Ask me for a hug L/n, and a hug is what you shall receive. No questions asked.

You let me see you cry. I know being vulnerable is pretty difficult for you, so I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to cry. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I don’t tell you more often.

You let me cry. Being vulnerable for me is difficult too. My whole life, I was told crying isn’t for boys, and that if I want to be a man, crying is the last thing I’m supposed to do. But when you hold me while I cry into your shoulder, I feel okay. Like everything bad in my life is instantly gone. Because of you.

You accept me. I’m not accepted by like, anyone, besides the boys in Hellfire. But you never once judged me and looked past my reputation as the town freak. I’ll forever be grateful for that. For you.

Your protective nature. I love how you protect me and the boys. From Jason, from jocks, from danger in general. I remember when Jason once pushed me to the ground and you punched him right in the nose. I’ve never once seen you that mad. I swear, there was smoke coming out of those pretty little ears.

Your gentle side. You’re always so gentle and relaxing with me. I love how whenever you see me clench my fist in anger, you whisper to me to calm down and smile at me. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get mad (besides punching Jason, of course).

Your touches. The way you twist the rings on my fingers when you’re nervous or the way your hand rests on my thigh subconsciously, makes me swoon. I love it and I never want it to stop. Don’t ever stop.

Your love for children. The way you take care of the freshman just proves you have a good heart. You protect them as much as you protect me and never treat them differently. “Dustin, I promise, I believe Suzie is real. Screw everyone else,” I remember you once said. I still don’t believe she’s real, but okay.

Your loyalty. I’ll never forget when I first met you and didn’t really know you that well. Jason and his little posse came up to you while you were sitting with us at lunch, asking if you could “ditch us” and “sit with them instead.” You just laughed and told him to fuck off, saying you were with us and didn’t plan on leaving. It was right then and there that I knew. Knew what, you may be asking yourself? Just wait until the end of this letter, okay? Trust me.

The way you trust me. I remember when we were in the Upside Down and you admitted you were scared. I held you and whispered to you to trust me, that everything was going to be okay. Then, I felt your heart beat instantly slow down.

The way I trust you. I trust you when you say you won’t leave me. Which is rare, because everyone who has ever said that to me, has (spoiler alert) left me. But not you. You’re different, Y/n. In such a good way.

The fact that I feel safe with you. In the Upside Down, I was shitting bricks, obviously. But I felt better that you were by my side. Sure, I was, of course, scared for your safety. But at the same time, I don’t think I would’ve made it out without you.

Your music taste. Even though I hate to admit it, Abba isn’t so bad. Please don’t ever tell anyone I said that. Whenever I hear pop music, now I can’t help but think of you.

The way you dance. You dance as if no one is watching and it’s the cutest thing ever in my eyes. The way you bounce around to Tears for Fears, Queen, and The Smiths, makes me smile so hard that I just have to join you.

Your willingness to listen to me. I think you’re the only one in the world who actually wants to listen to me speak. You take in what I say and offer your own insight, which I love. It’s never mean or critical. You only say things that’ll help me or improve whatever I’m speaking to you about.

How you always say what’s on your mind, even if it’s not relevant to the conversation. I love whenever we are sitting in my trailer in silence, and you’ll say the most random shit. “If olive oil is made of olives, what is baby oil made of?” I remember you once saying. Then I replied, “Y/n, it’s fucking 3am.” I love the way your mind works, sweetheart.

The way you get along with Uncle Wayne. He absolutely loves you. I think he might love you more than he loves me, honestly. But I love how you connect with him and how you’re able to get him talking about random things. He’s introverted for the most part but with you? He’s a whole different person.

The way you care for animals. I remember once during sophomore year we were just strolling through the woods near school, and you saw an injured bird. Almost immediately, you got down to its level and picked it up. “Eddie, we have to take it to the vet!” You said. So, of course, we drove down there. The vet said you saved its life. I think that’s when I first realized how you don’t just have a pretty face, but you also have a pretty heart.

Your love of trying new things. You always find new things to do or try, which I absolutely love. You have a different hobby almost every week, as well as a new favorite food almost every day.

The way you tilt your head when you’re confused about something. God, you’re so cute when you do that. It makes me want to confuse you a bit more just so you keep that expression. Sorry, is that weird to say? I really hope not.

The way you won’t eat crust on bread. You always say how it’s just “extra bread” and you could feed it to the birds instead. You’ve actually got me taking off the crust of my sandwiches now. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Uncle Wayne pointed it out one day.

Your optimism. You’re always so excited about the future, it makes me so happy. It makes me excited and actually motivated to graduate. I especially love how you always include me in the future with you. “It’s gonna be so good, Eds! Just me and you, and Wayne of course. You’re gonna graduate this year, I know it. It’s your year!”

The way you look at me. Whenever we’re speaking, you always look me in the eyes. It makes me want to speak more, just so I can have your full attention. It might just be wishful thinking, but sometimes I think you look at me the same way I look at you.

The way you sleep. Okay, I’m aware that sentence sounds very creepy, but hear me out. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping, like a whole goddamn angel. Whenever you rest your head in my lap after a long day or on my shoulder, I always freeze. I get scared that if I move, you’ll move too and I’ll be cold without you sleeping on me.

The way you say my name. When I was younger, I hated my name. Even “Eddie” I didn’t like. I just felt like it didn’t fit me. But the second I heard that name fall out of your mouth, I realized I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have the most amazing fucking name ever.

Your weird love for Cabbage Patch Kids. I personally find those little shits so creepy. But every time I see one of them, I can’t help but think of you. “But they’re so cute, Eddie!” You always say. Sorry sweetheart, but you will not convince me to ever buy one of those. Nope.

Your inability to solve a Rubik’s cube. I think it’s so cute how you twist and turn the cube but just can’t do it. It’s so funny when you get a little frustrated. “Y/n, we’re gonna be late for school,” I say (even though I hate school). “Wait! I think I’ve done it!” You didn’t do it.

The way you take care of me when I’m sick. Remember that time I had like, 103 degree fever and was insanely contagious but you still stayed with me? Made me soup and checked my temperature every hour to make sure I was okay, put an ice pack on my head to cool the fever? I felt so loved. I’m still so shocked you didn’t get sick too.

The fact that you like my hair in a bun. I always used my hair as a way to cover my face, more so my side profile, but after you said you loved my hair up, I always find an excuse to put it in a bun. I have to admit, you’ve got me liking it now.

The fact that when we are having a fight, you call it a disagreement instead because you say a “fight sounds too mean” and “it’s us against the problem, not us against each other.”

The way you always make sure I’m fed. One morning I remember I had stayed over night by accident and we were running late for school. You asked me how many leftover slices of pizza I wanted for lunch. I said just one. You said okay. But when I opened my lunch box that day, I don’t think I had ever smiled wider. There were two slices, wrapped nicely in tin foil.

The way you healed my loneliness. Every time we’re hanging out together, I realized that I never want our time to end. I find myself driving slower just to hit red lights more often, just so I can sit in the car longer with you. I love how you make me want to not be alone.

Your advice. You always find the right words to say, at exactly the right time. Especially when it has to do with something with Jason. “Eddie, if you hit him back then people are going to assume you started the fight. You need to pick and choose your battles.” From now on, I only hit him if he insults you.

The way you reassure me. I don’t think I’ve ever believed anyone when they’ve told me words of encouragement or affirmation. But with you? I believe every word. “You’re nothing like your father, do you understand me? Nothing, Eddie Munson.” I don’t think I ever thanked you for saying that. Thank you, Y/n.

Your singing voice. I’m gonna be 100% honest with you sweetheart, you suck at singing. Karaoke? No, not for you. But.. I love it. The way you get so happy and giddy while singing off tune and a little ahead because you’re so excited? I can’t help but laugh in admiration.

Your silliness. I love how you always indulge in my stupid fantasy stories, even if you don’t understand them half the time. You always find ways to make silly voices and dance around and pretend with me. I love it.

The fact that you always ask for my opinion. I remember when everyone was trying to decide what to do for my birthday and you shut everyone up, turned to me, and smiled. “What do you wanna do, Eds?” Best birthday ever.

You remember little details about me. I remember once how we were at that diner on Crane Street, and I ordered a milkshake. When it came, it had whipped cream on it. “Excuse me,” you said to the waitress. “He doesn’t like whipped cream.” I remember smiling so hard because of the fact that you didn’t forget.

The way you make me say “I promise” when you’re unsure about something. “I have a bad feeling,” you once said. “I get those,” I replied. “They go away if you wait long enough.” I remember you smiling at me and tilting your head. “Promise?” I promised like 10 times. I love seeing your face light up when I say that I promise.

The way you trace my tattoos with your finger tips. I now tend to find excuses to wear short sleeves, just so you can touch my tattoos. It gives me goosebumps when you trace them, but I love it. It’s another way that you can calm me down.

The way you support me and my band. You’ve come to ever gig we’ve ever had. You always smile so widely and stand up to clap after we sing. I’m so happy you’re our number one fan. I think that deserves some free merch, huh?

The fact that you defend me. I remember meeting your parents for the first time in sophomore year, and they instantly hated me. But no matter how much they tried to convince you I was a bad person, you kept defending me. I’ll never forget that.

Your scent. Damn, I could’ve worded that differently, huh? I just mean I love the perfume you use. Every single time I smell it, whether it’s in the store or on Robin or something, I always think of you. You need to tell me the name of that so I can buy it for you as a gift.

How you use my words and phrases. I love whenever I hear you say “oh my ozzy,” instead of “oh my god.” It legit makes me swoon that you’ve picked up on my vocabulary and incorporated it into yours.

The fact that you always want to go whenever I am. I remember once Steve and Robin invited you to go roller skating with them. You turned to me and asked if I was going. When I said no, you turned to them and apologized, saying you weren’t going to go either. I’m glad you love to hang out with me.

The fact that you always take pictures of me. I usually hate photos that include me. But whenever you turn your Polaroid camera to me and tell me to smile, I can’t help but do exactly that. I remember once you told me to smile and I started to tickle you, and the picture came out all shaky but you had the brightest smile planted on your face. Still my favorite picture to this day.

Your stubbornness. When we were at Lover’s Lake and both Robin and Nancy jumped after Steve, I remember you were about to as well. I begged you not to, but you just held my face in your hands and said, “Eddie, either you follow me into the water, or you stay here. But I’m going. You can’t stop me.” And you jumped in. So obviously, I jumped in right after you. I couldn’t let you go alone. I hate that you’re so stubborn but love it at the same time.

Your clumsiness. I think it’s almost everyday where you tell me you have a mysterious bruise on your body. “Where’d you get that bruise from?” I’ll ask. You always just shrug. “No clue!” How the fuck do you not know? You’re so cute.

Your cleanliness. I love how well you clean up both yourself and your environment. Your room is always so organized whenever I come over (very opposite to me), and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once look dirty (except our time in the Upside Down, but that doesn’t count).

When you worry about me. You didn’t leave my side once during my 3 week stay at the hospital, and I thank you for that. I remember Steve telling me how when I was in that coma for a couple days, you didn’t eat or sleep or drink. I also (briefly) remember when I was in your lap in the Upside Down. You were crying for me, and I’m so sorry I worried you the way I did.

Your hands. I hope that’s also not weird to say, but I love the way they look. Especially when you’re wearing one of my rings too? It makes me weak in the knees, sweetheart.

Your soul. I feel like the universe specifically handmade you and placed you in my path. I truly believe you saved my life, and there’s no one else I’d rather have done so. Thank you.

The way you have to sleep with a nightlight on. I think it’s adorable how you need some sort of light in the room before you can sleep. Now I make sure that whenever you’re over, I have a light for you. I want you to feel safe.

Your confidence. I love how you stand up for yourself when it comes to Jason. I remember once he told you about how you were ugly and I was ready to beat his face in. But you just laughed, and gave him the finger. “Seems like you’re projecting your own feelings there, Carver. Leave me the fuck alone.” I remember smirking and flipping him off as well. I loved seeing how shocked he was.

Your patience. I’m so grateful how patient you are with me. The way you understand if I get frustrated, or if I need space. I remember once I yelled at you, and it broke my heart almost instantly. I regretted it immediately. But you just smiled at me, and pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay Eddie, I know you’re just stressed. Just relax. It’s okay.” I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart.

Your late night talks with me. I love how you always tend to just talk to me about your day, even if nothing spectacular happened. Then you’ll ask me about my day, and I love it. It makes me happy when we just sit and talk.

The fact that we have “a song.” I would’ve never thought our song would be There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, but it is. I mean, The Smiths?! You’ve got a metal head liking The Smiths. Then again, I really do think the lyric “to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die” is the perfect way to describe how I feel about you.

The way you get excited if an expiration date is your birthday. I remember once you went to make some soup, and you saw how the can had the same date as your birthday. You ran into my room, jumping up and down. “I need to save this can! My birthday’s on it!”

The fact that you write me little notes. I love how whenever you sleep over but have to leave early, you leave me a note with something along the lines of “sorry Eds! I had to leave early, but I’ll definitely see you tonight for movie night. Don’t miss me too much. <3”

The fact that you want to sit and watch movies with me. Normally people don’t feel the need to hang out with me for longer than 2 hours, at most. But you spend hours on end with me, just watching movies and getting all excited, scared, etc. Horror movies are my favorite to watch with you because of how you snuggle against my side in fear.

The way we cuddle. I love holding you when you sleep over at night. It makes me feel so safe knowing that you’re protected in my arms. I also love how we cuddle when watching those movies. It feels so natural to me, and I can only hope you feel the same.

You communicate with me. You never ignore me if you’re upset with me or make me wonder what I did wrong. You’ll tell me straight up and talk to me about it. I truly believe our communication skills are the best I have with another person.

You give me little gifts. All the gifts you give me are so thoughtful, it makes me feel so loved. I remember when you made me a whole mix tape of my favorite songs. You even added some of your favorites in there too (and I know I said I hate pop music, but it’s actually grown on me).

Your strength. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as strong as you. I realized that especially after our experience in the Upside Down. You’re strong both physically and mentally. I wish you didn’t go through what you did, but I’m glad you were by my side during it all.

The way you drive. God, you suck at driving. But it’s always so funny when I’m in the car with you. “Y/n, slow down!” I say while laughing. You laugh along with me, and then you go too slow. I don’t know how the hell you have your license. You do look pretty in the driver’s seat though. Prettier in the passenger’s.

You care about my problems. Whether they’re small or big, you always listen to when I rant or vent. “Your problems are my problems, Eds. I’m with you. It’s me and you.”

The fact that you always find ways to scare me. I remember once I heard a knock at my trailer, answered it, and no one was there. But when I turned around, there you were. I screamed so loud and you were laughing so much, tears were rolling down your face. You looked so pretty with that smile of yours.

The fact that you always forgive me. I remember once I turned around too quickly and knocked all your fruit punch on your favorite white shirt. “Oh no! Y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” You just smiled at me and grabbed a napkin. “Hey, it is what it is Eddie! I forgive you.”

The fact that you cook for me and Uncle Wayne. “One Y/n Special, coming right up!” I remember Wayne looking at me with suspicious eyes, curious about what this meal would be. I definitely didn’t expect it to be eggs and bacon. But oh my ozzy, was it good.

The fact that when you’re nervous about something, you hold my hand. I remember once we were in class during junior year, and we had to dissect a frog. I saw you bouncing your leg in nervousness, and you instantly grabbed my hand under the table. We didn’t say anything to each other, but I knew this meant you were nervous. I didn’t mind it though.

Your love for the sky. Whether it be the clouds or the stars, you always find ways to look up in admiration. “Look at that cloud, Eddie! That’s definitely a dog, tell me I’m wrong.” We should go stargazing one day, sweetheart.

The way we have a height difference. I love how you look up at me and smile so lovingly. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I look down at you when you’re not looking, it makes my heart flutter. You look beautiful at any angle.

The way you furrow your eyebrows when you’re concentrating. I love how when you’re really into something, your eyebrows will kind of twitch ever so slightly. It’s adorable.

The fact that we can sit in comfortable silence. I love how whenever we’re at my trailer or your room and we have nothing to do, we just sit in silence. You’ll be reading a book or I’ll be coming up with ideas for my campaign. And I love it. I love just being in your presence.

The fact that whenever we are driving and you see flowers on the side of the road, you have to stop and grab them. Even if they’re on the brink of dying, you still stop and pick them. It’s cute. Now you’ve got me picking flowers on the side of the road, wanting to build a whole bouquet for you. But they keep dying before I can give them to you. Sorry about that, sweetheart.

The way you talk to your friends about me. I remember in sophomore year, you were good friends with Chrissy. I overheard her asking about me, and I heard the smile in your voice. “He’s such a good guy, Chrissy! He’s funny and smart and I love how he plays dnd.” It made me smile so hard when I heard how you spoke about me.

Your name. I love your name, it fits you so well. I love saying it, I love the nicknames for it, I love that it belongs to you. Your name is my favorite name (besides mine, obviously).

Your heart. I think you have the most beautiful heart in the entire world, and I wish the world would experience just how amazing you truly are. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world for being able to know you, Y/n.

The way you make me feel. You’re my favorite feeling. You make me feel stupid for ever believing that I couldn’t be loved the way I am. You’ve healed me, sweetheart.

You. I’m falling in love with you. Hell, I think I already have fallen in love with you. I love you, Y/n L/n. And I always will. It will always be you. Loving you makes me feel alive. I love to love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

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By now, the pages were stained with your tears as you read each sensitive word Eddie wrote down for you. You look up at him and see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes in nervousness. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. However, all you could do is drop the papers in your hands and pull him into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he instantly hugs you back.

“Eddie,” you whisper, and feel the goosebumps erupt on his neck. You pull away and smile widely at him. “I needed you to know,” he whispers back. “Even if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed you to know. I.. I love you.” You smile widely and bite your bottom lip in excitement.

“I love you too, are you kidding me? I’ve loved you since I met you, Eds.” You see his eyes widen in surprise, and he scoots closer to you. “You mean it?” You laugh and hit his arm lightly. “Oh my ozzy Eds, are you for real? Even if I didn’t, this letter would have made me fall in love with you on the spot. This is the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and puts his hand under your chin. “Does this mean I get to kiss you, sweetheart?” You laugh and lean in. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like, Eddie.”

And, of course, he does exactly that.

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