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steddiealltheway · 10 months

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After Eddie seems to become a staple member of the group, Steve pulls him aside and says, "Hey, I just wanted to warn you that I can be a bit bitchy at times, and don't be afraid to tell me if I ever go too far. Dustin calls me out all the time."

Eddie softly smiles and lays a gentle hand on Steve's arm. "My friends have to tell me when I go too far with flirting, so you can call me out on that too. No worries."

Steve's head spins a bit. Eddie 'The Freak' Munson goes too far when flirting? He snorts. "I don't think you'd ever go too far with me."

Eddie's head tilts to the side as he takes Steve in. "You don't believe me." It's more of a statement than a question.

"I don't," Steve confirms. "But hey, I'll let you know if something you say makes me cream my pants."

Eddie smiles wide. "You know, my words might not, but I know something else that will if you're down later."

Steve feels himself take in an involuntary deep breath as the shock reaches his system. Instead of letting Eddie in on it, he leans in and says, "I'll let you know."

Eddie's eyes flicker down to his lips, and Steve is reminded of the hand on his arm as it squeezes hard for a moment. "You're so damn pretty, big boy. Would love to see you absolutely wrecke-"

"Guys."

Steve's head whips around to where the rest of the group is staring at them. He's not sure when they racked up an audience.

"Steve here said I couldn't go too far with the flirting. I'm giving him a first-hand experience with it," Eddie says shamelessly while wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I still don't think you can," Steve says turning to him which is the wrong thing to do because he didn't realize how close Eddie was to him.

The other boy takes advantage of it and leans in a little closer, brushing his nose against Steve's. "Is that a challenge?"

His heart beats hard in his chest, but Steve isn't one to back down, so he lets his hand come up to cup Eddie's jaw. "If you want it to be," he replies.

Eddie seems to falter a bit at this, and his own breathing rate increases.

"Guys," Dustin says again but more exasperated.

Steve turns to him and quickly says, "One more interruption and I'll throw you through another gate."

"Woah, too far," Dustin says, pointing at him and Eddie, "Both of you."

Steve holds his hands up and takes a step away from Eddie. “Alright. Okay. I’m sorry. Too far.”

Dustin nods and turns back to the group.

Steve thinks that’s the end of things until Eddie leans in and whispers, “We’ll chat later, sweetheart.”

He tries not to have a physical reaction to him. He doesn’t know why his flirting is taking him so off guard. But it’s nice to have someone who can keep up with the Harrington charm.

Maybe.

Later that night, Steve is surprised when Eddie doesn’t stick behind and keep his promise. But it gives him a minute to breathe after all the flirty winks and innocent fleeting touches whenever Eddie would pass him.

He tries to just shake it off as a normal reaction to being the target of such intense flirting that he's not sure he's ever experienced before. But it feels like something more than that.

He sleeps it off and doesn't think much of it especially when he gets into his Family Video routine. Then, the bell to the front door rings, and Steve launches into his, "Welcome to Family Video," speech which is quickly cut off when he sees Eddie walk in.

Nothing is really different except he has his hair pulled back into a messy bun that makes Steve's hands flex wanting to touch. Shit.

"Hi gorgeous," Eddie says with a bright smile, leaning across the counter.

Steve feels a blush creep up his neck and spread across his face. "Hi," he replies. Then he remembers their little challenge and doesn't hold back from reaching up, tucking a stray curly strand behind Eddie's ear. "You should wear your hair like this more often. Lets me see more of you."

It's Eddie's turn to blush as he glances down with a soft smile.

"So, what brings you in today? Not that I'm complaining, I would take any excuse to see that pretty face of yours," Steve says, laying it on heavy.

Eddie snorts as if he's joking.

Steve uses his hand to softly tilt Eddie's jaw so he can look at him. "I'm not kidding," he insists, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip slowly. Shit, he has such soft lips.

Eddie's lips move forward as if on impulse, quickly kissing the pad of his finger. His eyes widen, and Steve sees the way both of their breath hitch in their chests.

"Too far?" Eddie asks quietly.

"Not even close."

Eddie holds his gaze for a moment, searching for something. He must not find it because he pulls back a bit, putting more space between them than Steve wants. "I was just stopping by to see you," Eddie confesses.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Steve asks with a smile.

Eddie shrugs. "Just wanted to."

It takes Steve back a bit. He was expecting some sort of line, but the response sounds entirely genuine. He doesn't know how to respond.

Eddie fidgets with his rings for a moment before saying, "Well, I'll see you later." He turns quickly and leaves before Steve has a chance to respond.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Robin asks, startling Steve.

"Shit," Steve says, laying a dramatic hand over his chest. "How long have you been listening?"

"Considering I've been literally right behind you this entire shift and you guys didn't even try to make that a private conversation, I listened the whole time."

Steve runs a hand through his hair and says, "I basically challenged him yesterday to try to be too much when he flirts because apparently he can do that. But yeah, it's no big deal." He smiles and shakes his head as if it's clear as day that this is not affecting him at all.

Robin stares at him for a second before jabbing her finger into his chest repeatedly. "Don't you lie to me! I'm your best friend! You were totally flirting back and you got flustered! No one does that to you!"

"Ow!" Steve says, backing away after a particularly hard jab. "Okay! Okay! Yes, it's flustering me a bit, but I've never had someone who could keep up with me."

"Gross."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

He resumes stacking his tapes until Robin scoots in next to him and says, "You know, it's okay if it's more than that."

Steve pauses and thinks about it. Is it more than that? He shakes his head and whispers, "I don't know if it is."

Robin's arms slowly wrap around his waist, and Steve leans his head on top of hers. Maybe the flirting has gone too far already, but he doesn't want it to end. And that's a scary thought.

He finishes out his shift, thinking about what Robin said while trying to interpret his own feelings. After they close, Steve drives Robin home and heads back to his house. Only, he makes a split-second decision and takes a different turn, heading toward Eddie's new place.

Might as well figure this out now.

He rushes to the side of his new trailer and taps on his bedroom window. The curtains open and Eddie looks at him confused. Steve mouthes Is your uncle home?

Eddie shakes his head and points to the front door before closing the curtains.

Steve rushes to the door and steps inside as soon as Eddie opens it. He closes it behind him and looks at Eddie. God, his heart races even when he doesn't say anything.

"Hi," Steve says with a big smile.

"Hi," Eddie replies, pulling his hair in front of his face.

"No bun?" Steve asks.

"I can put it up if you like."

Steve shakes his head. "No, it looks great."

Eddie smiles and steps closer to him, running a hand through Steve's hair. "Not everyone can have such luscious hair as you."

Steve closes his eyes and leans into the hand. It feels nice.

"So, are you taking me up on my offer from before?" Eddie asks.

Steve opens his eyes and takes in the flirtatious glint in his eyes. "Depends on what you're offering."

Eddie moves in closer and puts his hands in his pockets. "Anything that you'd like."

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders and flirts back, "Anything?"

Eddie's hands wrap around his waist. "Anything."

"Kiss me then."

Eddie freezes in his arms, the flirtatious look leaving his face as he looks at him. "Steve..."

"Too far?" Steve asks, not stepping back.

Eddie looks at his lips and back at his eyes. "You know I could never say no to you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, leaning forward, brushing his nose against Steve's. He waits a moment and whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," Steve says, moving forward to meet Eddie, connecting their lips in a kiss that makes Steve realize this is definitely more than just a challenge.

His hands move into Eddie's hair, trying to bring him closer as Eddie's hands trail up and down his back, pressing into him.

Steve breaks the kiss, breathing deeply before going right back in, deepening the kiss when he feels Eddie's tongue trace the seam of his lips.

Shit, he needs to make sure this isn't just him flirting.

He slows the kiss and gently pulls away, only for Eddie to kiss him again, pulling him in even closer, only breaking away when Steve breaks the kiss again and rests his forehead against Eddie's.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and says, "Please, let me just stay in this a little longer before it has to end."

Steve's heart thuds in his chest as he works up the courage to ask, "Does it have to end?"

Eddie slowly pulls away and looks at him. "Steve, that was too far and we both know it."

"What if it wasn't?" Steve asks.

Eddie looks at him with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and maybe even sorrow. "It was for me."

Oh. Steve steps back a bit and nods, running both his hands through his hair. He pauses and looks at Eddie who looks unbelievably scared. There's no way he thinks that he didn't enjoy that... right? "Eddie-"

"Don't, Steve. It's fine. I won't tell anyone."

Steve shakes his head and steps forward, only for Eddie to step back in fear. "Eddie, you can't seriously think this was just me seeing how flirtatious you can be, right? At least, that's not what it was to me."

"It's not?"

"No," Steve says and steps forward again, "Look, I don't know what changed, but from the first moment you started flirting with me, it's felt like more than a challenge. And yes, maybe it's been less than a full day since then, but I really like you. And I don't want the flirting to be fake anymore."

Eddie takes a second to process what he's saying then asks, "This isn't flirting going way too far, right?"

Steve shakes his head. "No."

Eddie smiles. "So, you're saying that my flirting worked?"

"If you agree to go on a date with me, then yes."

Eddie's face lights up. "I'll say yes if you still promise to tell me if it ever goes too far."

"Like I said, I don't think it ever could."

"And I think it can, my fuzzy wuzzy bear."

Steve's nose scrunches in disgust while Eddie stares at him with a manic smile, waiting to hear his reaction. "Okay! Too far! That was horrible."

"I know," Eddie says with a laugh. "And you still want to go out with me?"

"Yes," Steve says without hesitation, "But please, no more horrible nicknames or I'll find out what's too far for you."

Eddie winks. "I look forward to it."

Steve laughs while shaking his head before he pulls Eddie into another kiss.

And while Eddie never really goes too far with Steve, the kids and Robin chime in often to alert Eddie when they've had enough. But it never seems to stop him.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet

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ranpoesgirl · 7 days

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FOR EVERY MOMENT YOU CALLED MY NAME— D. OSAMU

— synopsis; 15!Dazai falling in love, puppy love is my favorite type of love…

— a/n; sorry this took a while, seasonal depression and I couldn’t download png because my phone is dumb asf

Your 1st encounter with Dazai was when you both were 14, he followed behind doctor with a emotion no one could pin point. He kept his head down when your eyes lingered for too long for his liking, he seemed cowardly.

His hair was dark and disheveled, it looked tangled and sometimes matted. Clothes never seemed to fit his form no matter how new they looked, after he exists a battle field or returns from a mission, they had loose strings and a faint unpleasant smell that kept increasing over time.

Naturally, you came to the conclusion he wasn’t treated as well as you were by his guardian, no amount of a façade the doctor puts could ever cover the boy’s bruises…

The news of the mafia boss’s death was surprisingly vague when it reached your ear, seemed as though the people saying it were trying to convince themselves he was rather than if he even was. You never bothered, it wasn’t your duty to serve him than it was to serve one of his many subordinates. So until there was an order to get further details on the matter, you wouldn’t bother.

But what caught your attention was the person who will be replacing him, “the doctor?”, you questioned looking at the man beside you who simply nodded at your question.

As if the devil was looking over you, in your peripheral vision, you saw a figure move by the door to the hallway. Turning your head to see a messy brunette with bandages wrapped neater than last time.

“da…zai..?”, you extended each syllable of his name before looking over once again to the man beside you as though asking for confirmation on what you said was correct.

But of course, when he heard his name slip from your lips, he turned and stared as though he were a dear in headlights. You looked backing back at the boy questioning your next move.

You smiled as you raised your hand to give a wave, he flinched only by a bit and went back to staring at you with his big brown eyes for a minute or two before walking away.

It was quite a strange 2nd encounter, but none the less, still an encounter.

The 3rd encounter formed a cycle.

You were seated on a uncomfortable sofa waiting patiently for your guardian to exit the boss’s office. Staring at the painting until they seemed to contort in your head, only to be snapped out of thought when you heard a footsteps stride to the boss’s door.

“Dazai?”, you called out this time unaware that you did. He looked at you and paused, his head giving a nod only by a bit as though to ask you what you wanted.

This time, you were the one taken back.

“Dazai,” you repeated smiling and giving a light hearted wave.

And he once again stared at you wide eyed before walking away.

The 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th encounters were practically the same.

You called out his name before giving him a smile and a wave before he walked away.

It felt odd to do so but it felt even more odd to stop. Because every time you didn’t, it felt as though there were a thick unwavering tension that could be cut through by a knife before you give in—

It became an unconscious routine to a point he’d look your way in sync when he name is read by your lips.

This strange habit never stopped and stumped many people on many occasions, a certain ginger being one of them.

Chuuya was weirded out by the multiple strange interactions between the both of you, so your 21th encounter, you got your first response—

“Chuuya,” the redhead repeated his own name making you look up at him this time, “You always call out his name and it isn’t even special.”

And that’s when they began bickering in front you, naturally you freaked out. No matter how much to tried to interrupt and stop them, they don’t stop.

So you slipped away from the room slowly and carefully…

Your encounter with Dazai later on was much more pleasant, instead of being one sided, he smiled.

It felt like nothing big like you initially thought until he began walking over, “You enjoy my name, don’t you? Don’t worry, I quite like the way it sounds when you say it… I think I might just give you the privilege to my first name, Osamu.”

So it once again began…

“Osamu!”, you exclaimed more confident as you watched him skip over to you bright eyed and bushy tailed.

A conversation began that took turns from one topic to another with no thought of having a meaningful conversation other than to hear the voice of the other individual.

It was simple relationship, with you making the first move every time…

Every. Single. Time.

Like every relationship that was one sided, you got tired.

It had to happen eventually.

So, here you were.

Sat on a ledge of a building bored out of your mind, you heard the soft tapping of feet behind you. You turned to see Dazai, you smiled at him before looking back down watching as people crowded on the cold weekend.

He sat down beside you, taking in the view you were observing, his hand brushed against yours as he held onto the ledge.

And for the first time, your name was called.

You looked up to meet with him not facing you making you doubt if he even called you if it weren’t for the dusted red flushed expression pointing everything out.

“I’d like to hear my name from you once again…”

You were taken back, yet didn’t relent nonetheless…

“…’samu?”

The 1st encounter with you was a humiliating one for Dazai. He kept his head down shifted closer to the doctor, whom he swore to kill by his own hands, desperately trying to look presentable by covering his scarred arms and neck as your eyes darted every flaw within a matter of seconds around his frail body.

When he had the slightest of courage to look up at you, it was immediately shutdown by the lingering stare of your eyes. His glimpse of you felt as though he were daring to defy a higher power.

It’s safe to say that he won’t be doing that anytime soon…

His 2nd encounter with you was after the gruesome murder of the port mafia’s boss by his so called ‘guardian’. He roamed around the halls aimlessly in hopes to forget the sight but nothing could erase the smell of fresh yet dirty blood splattered across the doctor’s face.

Every inch of him burnt, it didn’t feel right. Nothing did. He stumbled in the hallway and tried to catch his breath before a doorway of a… whatever it is, it smelt awful— to the point it erased his nausea, he stood still not moving an inch, could easily be mistaken as a corpse.

“da…zai..?”

As though he were commanded by an officer, he turned his head stiffly looking up at… you.

His eyes widened while his face stayed poker, you were seated at a stool beside whoever that was, a can of something that wasn’t alcoholic but definitely filled his nose pleasantly. Whatever it was, he swore the last time he was in your presence, that scent lingered on you.

Your lips curved up as did your hand, you were smiling and waving at him. He was in awe, no words nor actions could describe how he felt. It overwhelmed him, but definitely in a good way.

And involuntary action took over and he walked away until he was hidden by the wall from your view, his burning throat was replaced by a fluttering chest. He didn’t know what it was, but it was better than whatever he felt before…

The 3rd encounter was when he was in a rush, he was called by the boss when he least expected. He took long strides to the office only to calm down subconsciously at the soft scent of peaches and he couldn’t put his finger on why.

“Dazai?”, ah, that’s why…

You looked tired, not exhausted but still tired. Your lips were chapped only by a little, dark circles weren’t as visible, but your droopy body set the scene of what you felt.

Tired.

“Dazai,” if he could, he would rip his ears off in a desperate attempt to not hear your voice and all the sudden wave of emotions it gave him.

You smiled and waved, and he memorized it before walking into the boss’s room where he couldn’t pay attention to anything except have your voice on repeat in his head…

The 4th, 5th and many more encounters felt the same, but each time he tried to better his response to the point he’d give you a smile and turn your way at the vibration of your words.

He swore that every time you looked more and more ethereal than the other…

Chuuya got on his nerves plenty of times before yet the sound of your voice always brought him down from his high. Always soft and gentle to his ears, so patient for him, he could just—

“Chuuya”, —he wanted a glock to his own head or the ginger’s, any was preferable.

“You always call out his name and it isn’t even special.”

Out of habit, he got his defenses high and couldn’t contain his destain he had for the boy, it was very lowly of him to behave that way in front of you but he was too far in.

Only noticing your lack of presence when your scent faded away…

Dazai knew it was unhealthy to be upset when you had conversation with the people around you, whether it’d be your coworker, guardian, even the boss, it irked him.

Only when he saw you converse with Chuuya about his ginger hair, which he thinks looks hideous, he realizes that he should take advantage of every opportunity before he loses it.

You may not have remembered what number of encounter it was but he did, and it was embarrassing every time his head reminded him of so.

Once again, your voice started and he looked your way smiling— he rushed over from the distance he was at, looking down at your startled and confused face.

“You enjoy my name, don’t you? Don’t worry, I quite like the way it sounds when you say it… I think I might just give you the privilege to my given name, Osamu…”

He was a fool.

Every time his given name fell from your lips, his insides contorted in a way only a fool’s would.

“Osamu!”

He knew if he wanted you to keep this up, he had to reward you. So he’d walk over trying his best to not fall apart at the sound of your voice as you laughed at a joke that would have concerned looks from others…

So why…?

He did everything that was right.

Every time you asked for attention, he returned it.

He’d laugh at your jokes, he’d stare into you hopelessly sometimes lose track of your words…so why?

Not even his last name was spelled by your lips even if your eyes had lingered on him, a side smiled and you’d turn away.

He gave you attention when he asked…

...that’s right…

That is what he did, he only gave you attention when you asked.

And like a fool he was too distracted to know what he was doing. So like a fool he walked up to the ledge of a city building where you sat, observing the crowd. He took a seat beside you doing the same.

There he called out your name for the first time, his voice cracked like a fool.

No matter what, he couldn’t have the courage to face you, his cheeks hurt, from what? He wasn’t aware, but it wasn’t pleasant and how much blood rushed to it

“I’d like to hear my name from you once again…”

And as though he freed himself from his sins, your voice dripped like nectar from a flower that was bound to become a fruit…

“…’samu…?”

a/n: part 2 with Chuuya?

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader

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babysukiii · 2 months

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regina’s puppy (4)

// regina has a soft spot for you, but when she refuses to accept why, someone else might swoop in and take your attention away from her. //

warnings: soft!regina, fluff, pining, LOTS of pining, regina is falling for the reader hard, reader is a gay mess, regina is a lesbian who’s terrible at emotions. (don’t get too used to fluffy chapters this is the calm before the storm…)

(this part 4 of the series, read part 3 here)

you end up replaying gretchen’s party in your head over the weekend. you can’t seem to stop thinking about the look in regina’s eyes when she saw you and dani talking. it was the angriest you’ve ever seen her, and then afterwards she just pretended as if it never occurred. yet it was engraved into your brain like a branded memory; permanently there for you to think about at night.

you couldn’t figure out why regina was so enthralled by you… if you could call it that. as you started to become more aware of what dani said on friday night, how you were regina’s “puppy”… it caused you to overthink a few things. this entire time you thought regina was getting closer to you all of a sudden because she enjoyed your company. now you feared it was because she just wanted some new pet to play with.

you and regina had developed a routine on the nights you couldn’t convince your parents to allow you to stay the night. she’d call you, and you’d talk for hours; sometimes till you fell asleep. though saturday night you used a flimsy excuse of being at your grandmas house; she new it was a lie. then on sunday, you barely texted her at all. she knew something was up right away, and she wasn’t going to tolerate it.

as soon as you walked out of your house to catch the bus on monday, regina’s jeep was parked on the side of the street. your heart immediately began to flutter as it usually does whenever you see the blonde. she rolls down her window, and you catch a glimpse of how gorgeous she looks. your legs have a mind of their own as you begin to walk up to her car, furrowing your brows. “don’t you usually pick up gretchen on mondays?” you question, and she shrugs, flashing you that colgate smile that makes your knees week. “she can take the bus. get in, loser.” she taunts you.

you can’t help but sheepishly smile as you get into her passenger side. “she’s gonna freak out. she was texting the group chat all weekend about how her parents found puke in her grandmas ashes.” you giggle, and regina lets out this strained laugh that isn’t her usual one. “yeah, i tried calling you but you were busy.” she grumbles, and you tense up slightly. “and you were dodging my texts. what gives?” she asks, as she begins to drive. she doesn’t turn on music like she usually does, only showing you how serious she is.

“i just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened on friday.” you start cautiously, and she frowns, an agitated expression etching itself onto her features. “seriously? that fucking bitch deserved a slap, y/n.” she defends herself, and you flash her a look. “i’m not talking about the slap… i mean, i’m actually surprised you didn’t do worse.” you joke softly, trying to lighten the heavy tension in the air. regina lets out this tiny exhale; if it weren’t so quiet in the car you may not have heard it. that’s when you take in how wrought up she seems, as if she’s been stressing over something.

surely she wasn’t stressing over you avoiding her for two days… right?

“then what is it? why are you being weird?” she questions demandingly, sounding genuinely upset. “because i can’t stop thinking about what dani said!” you huff out, sounding the most frustrated she’s ever heard. upon seeing your exasperated demeanor, she calms down slightly. realizing something was actually wrong. “y/n, everything that loser said was bullshit—“ she starts, but you cut her off, “she was right though! i am such a different person now and it’s only been a month.” you counterpoint, causing her to bite her tongue.

regina hates to be interrupted, but she really enjoys you and whatever it is that’s budding between the two of you. she doesn’t want to lose it because some stupid jock said something at a lame party she only went to in order to save face. “and you don’t like who you are? you don’t enjoy the way we’ve been hanging out all the time?” regina questions, you shake your head. “i love spending time with you… but dani called me your puppy, gina. is that seriously what people think of me now? is that what you think of me?” you ask persistently.

the blonde shakes her head rapidly in disagreement. “i don’t think of you as my puppy… just because you have the qualities of one, doesn’t mean i consider you one.” she tells you, and you frown. “how do i have the qualities of a puppy?” you can’t help but ask, and she shrugs. “loyal, obedient, always happy to see me.” she flashes you that infamous smile, and you roll your eyes in response. “y/n, dani is just jealous because you’re hanging out with me and not her. she only said that to get under your skin, and clearly it worked.” she states, and your silence causes her to reach for your hand.

her touch sends shockwaves throughout your body. “don’t be angry at me over some comment a dumb jock made because you wouldn’t go into a basement with her.” she practically pleads, and you know it’s the closest thing you’ll get to any sort of comfort from regina george. “besides, don’t you like hanging out with me?” she questions, and you throw her a look that says “are you serious”. “of course i like hanging out with you, you’re like my favorite person.” you admit, and regina feels something tugging on the heartstrings she didn’t even realize she had.

“then stop listening to what anyone else says.” this sounds more like a command, so you find yourself nodding dumbly. your brain always goes fuzzy whenever she tells you to do something, and the only coherent thought is to do whatever regina says. god, maybe dani was right, you are regina’s puppy.

you walk into school with the blonde by your side. you’ve adjusted to the gawking students that ogle regina as she walks by. you really don’t blame them; ever since freshman year you’ve been one of those people who gaze at her in admiration. until now. regina’s strange interest in you hasn’t gone unnoticed by anyone else, and you’re now beginning to adjust to all the attention.

“please never make me take the bus again!” gretchen exclaims as she storms up to the both of you, and regina rolls her eyes. “i had to pick up y/n today. you’ll survive.” the blonde sounds unamused, causing gretchen to huff in response. “i already said i’m sorry, even though it’s totally not my fault i have a totally hot basement that makes people horny.” she says, and regina narrows her eyes at her friend. “we discussed this already. i’m going to be taking y/n to school from now on.” her tone is up for no disagreements, and you shake your head in protest. “it’s okay, gina. i don’t mind taking the bus—“ you start, but she cuts you off.

“i like picking you up. hush.” she shushes you quickly, and you try to ignore the way the back of your neck heats up. gretchen pouts, but doesn’t argue any further. as the three of you approach regina’s locker, karen bounces up to you guys. “did you guys here about the new girl who’s transferring here tomorrow?” she asks curiously, and regina quirks a brow in clear interest. “a new girl? why wasn’t i informed about this?” she questions, and karen shrugs. “i heard it from arnold who says he heard it from elizabeth g.” she explains, and the blonde presses her lips together tightly.

“a new student nobody bothered to tell me about… huh.” she says as she thinks about it for a moment. “she better be more interesting than the last new student we had. jeanette renolds is such a bore.” the blonde adds simply, and that’s that. the topic of the “new student” doesn’t come up again. at least not in front of you.

during lunch gretchen begins to talk about how close homecoming is, regardless of it being 3 months away. “you’re running for homecoming queen again, right regina?” gretchen asks, and regina glowers. “of course i am. why wouldn’t i?” she responds with a question, before looking at you. “are you going to vote for me to be homecoming queen?” she asks, her voice flirty and sweet. your cheeks flush under her gaze, “of course, i voted for you last year too, gina.” you confess, and this elicits a large smile from your favorite blonde.

“everyone voted for regina last year, and this year it’s not gonna change. i don’t even think you need a campaign manager this time either.” gretchen says, and regina rolls her eyes. “i am my own campaign manager, idiot. but i have y/n to help me with more stuff this year, like what color scheme i should go with.” she says suggestively, as her gaze flickers over to you. your eyes widen in slight panic, “what?? i can’t pick your color scheme! i’m terrible at picking out stuff. i mean, you chose my entire wardrobe.” you remind her, and she shrugs.

“don’t care. your opinion is the only one that matters to me, so we’ll start looking at dresses next week. for you too.” her tone is left for no debates, and you don’t really pay attention to anything past “your opinion is the only one that matters to me”. the heat rises to your neck and face, and regina’s grin deepens. “are we still hanging out after school, or are you bailing on me today again?” regina pointedly asks you, and you nod eagerly. “we can try that new pretzel place—“ regina cuts you off, “you’re so cute, i can’t do too many carbs but i’ll get you pretzels on the way to where i’m taking you.” she declares, and your eyebrows perk up.

before you can question the blonde the bell rings, “i’m not doing anything after school—“ gretchen tries to say but regina cuts her off. “i didn’t ask, and you weren’t invited.” she hisses, and gretchen huffs. nobody dares question why regina is so adamant on spending time with you; especially alone time. honestly, you’re a bit scared to ask her as well. not because you think she’ll be mean to you, regina is never mean to you, no, you’re just afraid you may mess up whatever this is.

you’re ashamed to admit regina has become the center of your universe. she takes up all the spaces in your brain, and you can’t even go an hour without thinking about her. you and regina end up hanging out after school as promised. you end up sitting in the passenger seat of her car, a medium sized lemonade in your hand along with your mini pretzel bites. regina steals glances at you every now and then; you contentedly hum along to the song that’s playing as you curiously gaze out the window.

the only thought that keeps circling her mind is how much she likes this. just being around you.

“are we going on a hike?” you ask your hundredth question, and regina groans. “no, i hate walking.” she reminds you, and you have this adorable expression on your face as you think about other possibilities. the further from town you get, the further your mind wanders. “the beach?” you ask, and she shakes her head. “nope; i hate getting sand in my shoes and car.” she deadpans, and you go quiet for another few seconds. “we’ve been driving for almost forty minutes… what time are we coming back?” you inquire, and regina rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance.

“you already wanna leave me?” she responds with a question of her own, and you shake your head rapidly. “no! i love hanging out with you, i just gotta text my mom and let her know before we end up somewhere with no service.” you explain yourself, and regina pretends as if she’s thinking about it for a moment. “just tell your mom you’re gonna spend the night at mine.” she orders, and you flash her a look, “gina, i can’t spend the night on a monday.” you remind her, causing her to huff.

“fine, tell her i’ll have you home by ten-thirty.” she mutters begrudgingly, and you smile in satisfaction. you send the text to your mom right as regina turns onto another highway to leave town. “okay, now i’m really curious! please tell me where we’re going.” you sound more excited than before, and the eagerness in your voice tugs on the blonde’s heartstrings. “it’s just a little place i like to go when things are too much. todays like the first pretty day we’ve had in awhile, and i wanted to take you.” she reveals, causing something inside of you to melt.

“y-you wanna take me to your spot?” you sound genuinely stunned, and regina snorts. “duh, who else would i wanna bring there? gretchen talks too much, karen doesn’t know what’s going on half the time, and everyone else only hangs out with me because i’m “regina george”… it’s only natural for me to take my special girl to my special place.” she retorts easily, causing the blood to rise to your face. regina smirks as she notes how flushed your cheeks are; she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of the affect she has on you.

“we’re almost there; finish your pretzels.” she commands, and you don’t have to be told twice.

the sun is nearly setting by the time you both pull into a secluded area off a random road in the middle of nowhere. you can’t help but wonder how regina knows about this place; how long she was driving to find it one day. as she drives further into a green grassy area full of trees, with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps in the tree lines. your eyes widen as she drives further, only going deeper into the beautiful woods.

you roll down your windows excitedly, “oh my gosh this place is so pretty!” you squeal tempestuously. regina tries not look at you in fear she may swerve and ram into a tree, but your sudden uncontrolled behavior causes her to smile widely. if anyone she knew were to see it, they would hell froze over. she’s glad you aren’t paying any attention to her, because you would’ve seen the unusually soft expression on her face. you turn to look at her, catching her grinning from ear to ear, “we haven’t even gotten to the really cool part.” she tells you, and your eyes enlarge as they gaze into her.

“cooler than a literal forest out of a picture book!?” you ask and she chuckles, “you’re way too easy to impress. i’m starting to think i could park behind the 7/11 with you for an hour and you’d have fun.” she murmurs, and you shrug as you look back out the window. “as long as it’s with you.” you say this so easily, and it causes her smile to fall. her expression morphs into a baffled one, and she can’t stop herself from wondering why... why do you enjoy being around her so much?

regina makes a slight turn, and you let out this breathless gasp as your eyes land on a creek with a waterfall. it isn’t big, but it’s beautiful. “oh my god… gina! this is so beautiful!” you shriek erratically and you unbuckle your seatbelt as you the car comes to a full stop. you run out, and her eyes widen, “hey! i said i hate walking!” she hisses, trying to sound angry but she can’t even recognize herself.

if the girls heard me right now, they’d never respect me again.

“come on, gina!!” you order her, and regina— the girl who never takes orders from anyone— sighs as she turns the car off and gets out. “look at how clear the water is!” your enthusiasm causes regina to approach you, and act as if she hasn’t already seen this place a hundred times before you. it looks different when you’re here… regina can’t seem to place why. she isn’t sure if she’ll ever enjoy coming here without you again, and she doesn’t care. all she can do is stare at how the light of the sunset reflects off your big, wondrous eyes.

“if i would’ve known you liked this place so much, i would’ve brought you here awhile ago. i just never thought of bringing anyone till now.” she admits softly, and your smile deepens, which is something she didn’t even think was possible. “you haven’t bright anyone else here?” you ask timidly, and she nods earnestly. “just you.”

her confession causes you to wrap your arms around her, hugging her abruptly. her eyes widen a bit; she’s never been the hugging type… yet as your delicate grasp tightens around her lovingly, in a way she’s never felt, she can’t help the way her stomach flutters pathetically. she hugs you back, and can feel you practically melt into her. you’re so happy, and it hits her that you’re happy because of her. she’s made people cry, yell, curse, and run in the opposite direction… but she’s never made anyone feel happy.

the fleeting thought alone terrifies her like nothing else ever has. regina george is falling in love with you, and she isn’t sure how to stop it.

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bbyquokka · 4 months

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Hyunnie thst type of bf to have a spa day with u when u had a rough day at work and he be like

Getting face masks and wine ready and he be like

"Spill the tea baby, what happened"😭

spa day

FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

cw: gn reader, established relationship, food & alcohol mentioned, it gets suggestive at the end, hehe. words: 1k ~ (1,002)

a/n: soft thought turned slightly hard? mhm, yes, hehe. i dont make the rules, my mind told me to do it! i hope you enjoy! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“i'm so over today. freaking dumb ass people and their dumb ways of thinking. how can i give you a refund on something you used months ago!?” you mumble to yourself as you throw your bag on the floor and kick your shoes off.

your commotion makes hyunjin jump in his seat. he puts down his paintbrush and wipes his hands on an old tee. he peeks his head out of the studio door, brows furrowed together as he notices how stressed and unamused you look.

“fucking people. i don't get paid enough to deal with the bs.” you continue to grumble. you go to flop down on the sofa but a pair of strong and warm arms pulls you out of your bubble and back down to reality.

“oof!” you grunt as hyunjin pulls you into his chest. he rocks you side to side, stroking your hair softly.

“rough day?”

“you could say that.” you laugh bitterly before melting into hyunjin's chest.

“want to talk about it?”

"yeah, that'd be nice.” you whisper.

“ok. but go take a shower first.”

“trying to say i smell?!” you look up at him. hyunjin thinks for a split second and nods. you scoff and gently slap his chest. “ok ok, finee.”

you push yourself off him and walk to the bathroom. you do your usual shower routine, feeling a hundred times better and more relaxed in your comfy lounge wear.

you open the door to the bathroom and walk to the living area, gasping at how it currently looks.

the coffee table moved to the side to make room for two cushions and a blanket. candles lit up in the room with the tv on low volume. hyunjin dressed in shorts and his robe, his hair up on a half ponytail.

on the coffee table are two glasses of wine, bowls filled with your favourite snacks and treats, two facemasks and other spa inspired items.

hyunjin looks up at you as he pours you a glass before setting the bottle on the table. he gives you a warm grin before walking to you.

“what is this?” you whisper, still in awe.

"thought the best way to help you relax was to have a spa day!”

“you did all this in the time i was in the shower?” hyunjin nods and grins, clearly impressed with his handiwork. “that's impressive.”

“haha, thank you! now come and relax.” he guides you to the cushions. you sit down cross legged as he hands you a glass of wine.

“thank you.” you take the glass and take a big sip of it.

“easy there tiger. at least wait until food arrives.” he laughs

“you ordered food?”

“yeah, your favourite!”

“god i fuckin' love you.”

“i love you too.” hyunjin puts down his glass and grabs a face pack and a headband. he hands you the band and waits until you have finished putting it on.

he opens the pack and gently puts it on your face, soothing it out with his fingers. you hum softly at the refreshing coolness of the pack. you close your eyes slowly and sip your wine as you relax.

“all i need is some cucumbers on my eyes.” you mumble. hyunjin laughs softly before putting a mask on himself, relaxing beside you and sipping his wine.

“so, tell me what happened.”

“ugh. well–” you go on a rant and rave about work, about the customers, managers and bosses. the more you talk, the more annoyed you start to feel. hyunjin simply nods his head and listens to you.

he's good like that. he won't interrupt you in the slightest and just let you go on. once finished, does he soothe you with some kisses and hugs.

halfway through your long rant, the doorbell rings. hyunjin answers the door to the food delivery guy, forgetting about his mask. the delivery guy gives hyunjin a shocked face before laughing when hyunjin explains the situation.

he walks back to you, explaining what just happened. you laugh and make jokes about it, forgetting about your rough day at work and why you were so angsty to begin with.

“thank you, hyun.” he looks at you as he peels off his mask.

“for?”

“for this. i appreciate it greatly.”

"no problem! i hate seeing you distressed so this is the least i can do for you.” you hum softly and take your own mask off.

after eating the food, hyunjin gives your hands a massage and even paints your nails. you do the same, matching the colour he has given you. you both enjoy each others company and enjoy what he has done for you.

you can't believe how lucky you are.

“strip.” you blink at his sudden request before noticing the bottle of massage oil in his hand. you strip yourself of your tee, resting on your stomach with your chin on your hands.

hyunjin straddles you and pours the lotion onto your back. you shiver at the coldness which makes him laugh.

“wasn't expecting a massage, hyun.” you giggle

“it's not a spa session without a massage!”

"mhm, i guess you're right.” you grin before groaning. his thumbs dig into your tense back muscles, fingers working their magic on you.

you squirm underneath him, moaning and groaning. hyunjin swallows thickly as something so innocent is sounding so lewd to him. he feels himself heat up and his groin to feel warm.

“babe.. please, can you keep the moaning to a minimum.” he begs.

"but your fingers feel so good, hyun.” you grunt innocently as he digs into your muscles.

"yn.. please..” he huffs. you ignore him. hyunjin bites his lip hard, his penis twitching several times.

“h-hyunjin.” you moan softly.

“fuck.” you squeal as he turns you on your back suddenly. your eyes widen as you look up at hyunjin. his eyes filled with lust as he licks his lips, ready to devour you.

“you're doing this on purpose yn. you must really enjoy riling me up.”

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corollaservant · 1 month

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False Alarm // Kenjaku x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: He never smoked. But then again, he lost himself along the way.

Warnings: noncon, smoking, signs of panic attack, degradation, violence, deception, humiliation... Kenny stuff.

A/N: don't hate me, Kenny is the perf man for dark concepts.

The last time you saw him was in 2007. He seemed sedated for some time, looking like he woke up and slept—if he ever slept—out of necessity, his lips on yours felt foreign and a burden would always accompany him. You hadn’t ever asked, what would you even say “Hey, is everything alright?’’ and what was he supposed to answer? ‘’Yes, everything’s fine’’. Not like it’d be the truth anyways. The last night you saw him was in 2007.

It was around 3 AM when he entered the bedroom, smoke filled the room as you looked at him. He never smoked, apart from some earlier mischief with his best friend as he sat next to you.

‘’Have you been smoking?’’ You quietly asked him as he sighed.

‘’Yes, had to give Shoko my lighter today and figured I might as well have one myself’’

He spoke so calmly, like everything was alright, like everything was like before.

The next day you woke up in an empty bed with a lighter to your nightstand. There was no letter or note as he exited your life and never came back.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know. He never intended to hide his actions, never once tried to stay undercover, intentions loud and clear and if you weren’t to find out from newspapers and various media outlets covering the crimes, a visit from his best friend would suffice. You hadn’t reacted much really, usually pain hit when you least expected it—not when Gojo would list you the heinous crimes but when you were in the snack aisle holding your groceries and saw his favorite crackers, silly things really. Ache was a funny thing.

10 years went by and your routine had not once diverted, home–work–home. Most of your friends stopped contacting you for a night out, seeing how you’d decline each and every time and you didn’t really blame them. They most likely wouldn’t understand. The door was unlocked when you entered the apartment floor and your heart sank. A domestic burglary was the last thing you wanted, shit, you didn’t even care about any belongings, his lighter was always with you and there were no prized possessions in the once shared apartment. But you were exhausted.

A figure stood facing the window next to the bed, wearing what seemed like a kimono over a robe that people 2500 years ago wore and sandals—enjoying a cigarette as you froze.

‘’W–what are you doing here?’’ You asked, stupid, yeah, who asks that? But fear stricken as you were and ready to dial the emergency number—your heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The figure had his hair, what was going on?

‘’Did you miss me?’’ A soft honeyed voice that made your skin crawl said as Suguru turned to look at you. Your eyes widened and you backtracked, colliding with the wall behind you as you dropped the bag you were holding and screamed. Loud.

‘’Who the fuck are you??’’ You yelled as you saw a line of stitches sloppily circle around what used to be your lover’s forehead. He had his hooded eyes and smile but you knew better. Whoever this freak was could never imitate the laced with care and love words that escaped Suguru’s mouth. Before he left. Before—

‘’What the fuck do you want? What the hell did you do to him?’’ You spat, the more you talked, the more a sardonic smile crept up his mouth, deforming what used to be the prettiest smile in the world.

‘’I wouldn’t call if I were you’.’ He inhaled the last puff and tossed the cigarette mindlessly out the window, as he approached you.

Your hands were frozen, you wouldn’t have been able to dial anyone either way, when he spoke again.

‘’Funny thing, the memories, aren’t they? I had this feeling today you know..’’

‘’Where is he?’’ You cried, as he sighed.

‘’Please don’t interrupt me, he’s dead, what do you mean 'where is he'? As I was saying..’’

His words made your knees sting, as you fell to the floor, choking on a cry—it wasn’t like you hadn't made a decent effort to register his death, but the spitting image ahead of you felt like you were atoning for sins you never committed. It was too much, too painful, too sadistic.

‘’I had this, let's call it.. instinct to smoke today.. and visit you. Matter of fact, my feet dragged me all the way here so I was curious to see what the..fuss was all about.’’ He spoke eyeing you up at 'fuss'. You didn’t understand a thing but wished for whatever this was to end as you closed your eyes. Please! You silently heard yourself say. Or maybe you didn't speak a word.

‘’Yeah.. I kind of get it now.. you look nice after all. Do you smoke?’’ He asked, bringing himself even closer, the apartment was small and he had you touching the wall, the shadow of his Kasaya casting a dark light in front of you.

‘’I- I don’t smoke’’...‘’P–please leave..’’ not bothering to look in his eyes, these eyes that used to make love to you, hug you and gently wash your hair, bring you tea in the morning, wrap around your waist—

‘’Oh, that’s too bad.’’ He spoke like he contemplated, smirking to himself once he noticed your bowed head.

‘’Mind looking up?’’ He came even closer, so close you could feel him on you—he didn’t really wait to bring his finger, a cold sensation against your chin and lift it to look at him.

‘’Be honest. Isn’t this my best work?’’ He moved...the face left and right, showing you horrible—pretty angles of your old boyfriend. Your eyes quivered, tears fell down your cheeks, down your chin, down the floor. A bile formed at the back of your throat.

‘’Would you kiss me?’’ He asked rhetorically, it wasn’t like he cared about your opinion, it was more as if he was asking himself, experimenting with a predetermined outcome as you sniffed and felt a strong hand travel down your neck, pinning you to the wall. No! Stop asking questions! Leave!

‘’Well.. it doesn’t matter really, cause you will now.’’ He said as his mouth touched yours. Soft lips. Same feeling. Memories. Your lips parted to cry and he squeezed the sides of your neck, blocking the air and sliding his tongue in your mouth.

This wasn’t Suguru and you weren’t supposed to be kissing him. This wasn’t his hair, his mouth, his eyes albeit your heart racing and a known sensation flooding your chest. His breath was hot as he growled and you squirmed, tears soaking him.

‘’S-stop..’’ You whined, thinking back to all the times you thought Suguru leaving you, abandoning you was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. This couldn’t even be compared.

‘’P–please! I-I will not tell anyone, I—will do whatever you want—just—’’

‘’Then be silent cause you will be doing what I want regardless.’’ He smiled, the same sinister smile and you started breathing heavily, shit—this wasn’t good, this always signaled a panic attack. You had these more frequently than before. Ever since he left. You started sweating, feeling chills, particularly in your arms and like you'd die from asphyxiation, the more you failed to inhale properly. Don't think—breathe—don't think you can't breathe—don't—

Two strong arms cupped your face and turned it upwards.

‘’Shh..hey..hey..darling, I’m right here.’’ The idol of the man you used to love gently whispered as you looked in the dead eyes in front of you. The voice honeyed and soft as the words he purred soothed you and you closed your eyes.

‘’Come here.’’ He said and brought your body close to his, embracing your trembling limbs as you exhaled—you could at least breathe through your nose again, an unfamiliar cologne in your face.

‘’Good’’ He said as he took a deep breath.

His arms felt good.

‘’Now let’s continue.’’

A finger was brought up against your entrance as the intruder’s body hovered above you. You were moved (thrown) to the bed, begging in silent whispers for him to leave, but to no avail. He was kissing you with his tongue—leaving a saliva string each time you opened your mouth to protest, beg, promise to do anything except this but he’d had enough, he loved a good Shakespearean act but pretending to be him to calm you down—just so he could fuck you, had wasted a lot of his time. The play needed a climax.

He caressed your core through your panties, your dress was lifted up as he slid them to the side, trailing two fingers against the folds. You had been fighting for your body not to betray you, fighting for your eyes to not involuntarily close each time his disgusting mouth kissed you. Whenever you closed them, you thought of him, the mouth felt all too familiar and you couldn't help it. Fluids smudged the fabric and fell down his fingers as he smirked.

‘’Such a good girl, no need for me to help a lot here I see.’’ His wicked grin caused you to let out a scream, maybe if you cried for help someone would listen, someone could save—

A slap took the breath out your lungs, vicious and hard as your cheek burned from the pain.

‘’Be quiet, pretty, I don’t have all day.’’ He said toying your cunt and pushing his fingers inside you as you tried your best not to moan.

‘’Please! ugh—Stop!’’ You wailed but there was no remorse (or halt) in his movements—squelching sounds from the contact almost covered up the noise you made.

‘’So..so filthy and wet, fuck, what would your boyfriend say seeing you soaking someone else’s hand, huh? Disgusting..’’ He spoke with disdain as you cried and tried to not feel the guilty pleasure that took over your core.

‘’I think we’re good now, don’t you?’’ He said as he got off you, your eyes trying to look around for exits while trying to have him within your peripherals.

You could escape, you could leave, right?

The moment your body dared to stand up while he was taking off his kimono, you were thrown back to bed, head crashing against the steel of the bed frame—the pain was accute and you winced, your eyesight left for a second.

Yet, he continued.

‘’Don’t be that dumb, please.’’ He sighed as his cock was brought out, stiff and long, sitting upright on his abdomen. A revolting sight but his body reminiscent of Suguru’s made your heart flutter.

The paranoia of the predicament messed you up, it felt like a torture, a dichotomy between love and hate, you wanted to spit on him, kick him and escape, hell, you wanted to slash his throat but each time your gaze was brought to his sinister stitches, the reminiscent features made you ache, sob and long for the all too familiar face.

‘’Get off m–me, please.’’ You begged and begged as he parted your legs and brushed his slit against your cunt, tapping it on the tiny nub when a moan escaped your lips—embarrassed, you brought your hands to your mouth.

‘’Stop!’’ You pleaded, the feeling there not aligning with the disgust in your mind but he continued.

‘’I love it when you beg, you look prettier.’’ He softly whispered as his cockhead thrusted swiftly in your cunt, hard enough to make your body hurt in more parts. You hadn't been fucked in a while—it wasn't worth it after him.

The sensation was overwhelming—his weight fell on you, cock stayed within your walls for a couple of seconds before he grabbed your hands to get them off your mouth. Your head was banging against the frame, as whichever sobs fell from your lips were pitifully covered by your hands.

‘’Now, you don’t wanna be silent, do ya? This is the best part!’’ His eyes gleamed as his cock slid in and out of you fast and he groaned.

‘’Fuck, I can see why he loved you so much, taking me as if we're meant to be...’’ He hummed as and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the stinging pain, not in your core anymore but your chest.

‘’I want to hear you, come on girl, moan for me..agh.. I know you want it.’’ His ruts became harder and sloppier, as you let out a loud moan—teardrops spilled from your eyelids onto the sheets as he tilted his hips into you, it was too much.

‘’P-please! Please!’’ You begged, still hoping for an end and he continued, a finger found your swollen clit and rubbed around it in circular motions, you jerked but his pace never faltered, fuck, it wasn't right—your cunt squeezed him in, clenching tightly around him.

‘’Shit, little slut’s enjoying herself?’’ He hissed and you cried.

‘’S—Suguru.. s—stop, please agh I - I love you.’’ You called out your favorite name as he laughed. There was no other way to save yourself.

‘’Stop calling for your dead man, stupid, he’s not coming back..’’ He sounded like he lectured you, thrusting upwards and groping your chest as you withered under him, what felt like an orgasm slowly threatening to exit your tormented body. Your head hurt and your throat felt sore as you now only used broken syllables for help.

‘’S-st— I–I-ugh–..’’ Your cunt spasmed.

‘’Come on this cock– shit, be a good slut for your boyfriend, sweetheart, can you do it for Suguru?’’ He groaned, feeling himself close—the sight of your hands trying to throw him off aroused him even more, such a cute little thing you were, he didn’t wonder now why he liked you so much.

‘’S-suguru—’’ was all you said as you came undone, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip till you tasted metal. He continued; his predatory eyes made him look disfigured, melted even, reminding you of ice cream dripping down a cone.

‘’So filthy doll, he'd– agh.. be so proud..’’ He grunted and you felt a palm grab your neck and choke you with a firm grip, so not to moan or cry anymore. He came—looking in your eyes filled with terror shooting his cum deep within your walls as he praised you further. The foreign sensation stirred your insides.

You felt nothing; except maybe his cock soften and palm removed from your throat, allowing air back in your lungs. He got up.

He grabbed a cigarette pack from a tailored pocket in his kimono and moved to the window while you were left in a puddle of bodily fluids, trembling and tasting what must've been blood down your face.

‘’W—why...did you come?’’ You brokenly managed, as he turned around. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair, it wasn't—

‘’I felt like having a smoke.’’ Cool and collected. Like Suguru. His face despite the wickedness looked serene, eyes crinkled similarly to his. He offered a smile.

‘’Could I have my lighter now, please?’’

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kenjaku #kenjaku x reader #kenjaku x you #kenjaku smut #jjk fanfic #tw dark content #geto x reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw violence #tw degradation

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Can you write Miles 42 freaks out and gets a little mad but like not mad but like surprised reaction where read kisses him for the first time

Ooh that's an interesting reaction. Sure thing!

You shivered as a chilly breeze whipped past your face on the roof of Miles' apartment. He had warned you that it'd be cold up here after inviting you inside, as was your weekly routine.

His side profile was carved out against the hazy blue skyline of the city. It was slowly getting dark, but you could still see Miles' brows knit together the way they did when you watched him doodle in the margins of his homework.

"You said you wanted to tell me something?" you asked, shoving your hands in the pockets of your hoodie.

Miles worried his bottom lip with his teeth before shaking his head. "Um, yeah, I..." he trailed off.

You moved closer until your elbow was brushing against his as he gripped the balcony railing.

"Uh-huh?"

The boy exhaled, then turned to face you.

"I like you," he just barely got out.

You stared at him for what might’ve been the longest ten seconds of his life, searching his face for a twitch of laughter.

"Miles, I can't tell if you-"

"I'm dead serious."

All you could do was nod silently as your heart beat in your ears. Miles started fidgeting with his sleeve.

"W-we don't have to go out, or nothing, I just needed to tell you," he added quickly, trying to keep his voice low and even. The tails of his sentences were breathy and betrayed him.

If you left right now, he'd have to go back to eating lunch upstairs, but Rio would stop asking if you two had gone on your first date yet. Uncle Aaron wouldn't have to cut his eyes at you like that anymore. It would all be over soon.

Miles' dark eyes reflected the street lights as they remained fixed on you, waiting.

"Feeling's mutual," you finally responded.

"What-?"

Suddenly, your cold fingers were brushing his face as you lightly pressed your lips to his. When you pull away, his eyes are the size of dinner plates.

Miles' feet gain a mind of their own and start to back him away from the railing. He had planned to sit in his room and play video games to console himself once you left, but now, you had derailed his plans and left him flailing. The look on your face broke his heart.

"Oh my god, were you not cool with that?" you asked, hands held out as if in defense. "I'm so sorry, I-"

"No," he interrupted, taking careful steps towards you, "you just caught me off-guard. My fault."

He saw your eyes flicker towards the exit leading into the stairwell.

Before you can turn to leave, Miles grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. It was his turn to cup your face. You feel his hands tremble as he goes in for another kiss.

I hope this was what you had in mind or somewhere close to that 😭 thanks for reading!

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles headcanons #earth 42 miles morales #across the spider verse spoilers #moralesanhour #requests

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If you’d like, what about Vox x a reader who’s very wary of men and it took Vox a long time to gain their trust because of this. - @am-i-interrupting

A/N: felt this in my damn core

You drop into hell and I won’t lie I think hell’s gender population is definitely more men ✋😐🤚

Anywho! You drop for whatever reason probably a dumb one because the Divine Judge was feeling silly and nitpicky

You work for Velvette in this case!

It’s not like you work for her because she’s nice, no it’s for the pay and there is wayyyyyy less men than anywhere else in Hell and that’s a win

One day she mentions that they’re doing a “Vee’s Specialty line” and that she needs you to help design the outfits

you were originally wary of this and when it came to designs you simply just emailed them solely to Velvette, but she texted explicitly "These are shit!! Vox is on his way to "consult" be here ASAP don't want him here longer than he needs to be"

you kept your distance, but quickly took the clothes he gave for inspiration

you vaguely heard Vox speak to Velvette about your weird behavior, but she was half listening

Vox checked in occasionally about how the designs were coming along because he's a damn control freak

you barely responded, often in short words or sentences

actually requesting that he emailed you instead (which he actively ignored and kept coming in person)

if you've played animal crossing new horizons think of Sable! you have to keep talking to her daily for her to open up

now i'm not saying that works here obviously (if it was me i'd be pissed off)

but occasionally he'll get a full response from you

you find it odd how interested he is in the clothes that are based of his likeness (Valentino just gave his designs the okay and left it at that)

soon enough you come to feel weird when he doesn't visit you at his regular time and feel sad and like something is missing

once the clothes are finally out to the public he has no reason to visit you until Velvette excitedly (while still being mean) that Vox is finally upgrading his wardrobe like the old man he is and that you're in charge of it

....yay more work

jk you're not ecstatic about the work in the slightest, but it means your routine is back to normal

he's probably the guy who is allowed within a normal vicinity of you that actually can get a full conversation

i wouldn't say y'all eventually date, but you guys definitely become borderline friends/acquaintances!

probably would take an eternity to date each other

but guess what! y'all have that

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox

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kiss-me-cill-me · 5 months

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Cup of Coffee and a VHS | Pt. 1

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader Coffee Shop!AU

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: The owner of the video rental place down the street from your newly-opened coffee shop is adorable. And awkward. An arrangement to trade free coffee for movie recommendations turns into something more when you discover you both have feelings for each other.

Warnings: None, aside from my questionable attempt at a meet-cute and copious amounts of fluff

A/N: This will be a short miniseries with four parts. The final part will contain smut, but for now it's just winter vibes and awkward fluff. Neil is adorable; I had a lot of fun writing him!

Life was going pretty good. After the grand opening of your cafe a few weeks ago, you had quickly settled into a routine that felt both comfortable and familiar. You were happy, and excited to finally be your own boss after spending so many years as a wage worker for various jobs that you weren’t really passionate about. Business had been surprisingly good, so far. Winter was always a good time for hot drinks and sweet pastries, so you couldn’t complain about the nip in the air as long as it sent people inside your little shop to seek shelter and caffeine.

The day you met Neil started out as a typical one. You got up early, as you always did, to trudge through the dark streets earlier than anyone else in this little sleepy town. Or so you thought.

Something made you turn around as you slid your key into the lock of your little coffee shop, and when you did you were met by a man in a somewhat ridiculous frilled shirt, walking down the street at three in the morning. He waved, noticing that you were looking at him, and then stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Morning,” you said politely.

You figured that would be the end of the interaction. Instead, the man came closer to you and stopped in front of your store. Not hovering, exactly, but a bit too uncomfortably close for being alone with him in the middle of the night. You had turned back to focus on twirling your key in the lock, but now you whipped around to face him.

“Oh, sorry! Sorry…” the man chuckled. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just realized we’ve never met. I’m Neil Lewis; I own the video rental store down the street.”

He motioned back in the direction he had been walking from, and you relaxed a little. You did recognize him, now that you’d gotten a better look at his face. You had seen Neil around the little shopping district a few times, but had never spoken to him.

You told him your name and took the hand he had stretched out to you. His grip was surprisingly soft, but not flimsy. After shaking hands, you looked him up and down. He certainly was wearing an interesting outfit; almost as if he had come from a party, though you couldn’t imagine where there would be one around here at 3 a.m.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing out so early?” you asked. “Or maybe late? I can’t imagine many people rent videos at this time of night.”

Neil laughed, his breath puffing out in front of him in the freezing cold air. You noticed he wasn’t wearing a winter jacket; just a thin suit coat. And one that looked more costume-y than anything. His cheeks were red, and you had the strange urge to cup your gloved hands over them to warm him up.

“Oh! Yeah, no…” Neil mumbled. “I just stepped out for a little fresh air. We’re actually having a get-together for the premier of my shop’s commercial.”

“At… 3 a.m.?” you giggled.

“Well, the primetime slots are expensive, and… Hey,” Neil interrupted himself. “Would you mind if I stepped inside for a minute? It’s freezing out here, and I forgot my jacket.”

“Uh, sure, no problem.”

You finished unlocking the door and let Neil inside, holding the door for him to follow after you as you shook the sludge from your boots. You flipped the lights, and your little coffee shop was bathed in a warm, yellow glow.

“Thank you,” Neil said. “I’m sorry to barge in, but I really appreciate you letting me warm up.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You weren’t sure what it was about Neil, but he somehow made the small space feel homey. Of course, you felt comfortable being in your own store, but Neil being here with you didn’t feel like as much of an intrusion as you would have thought it would be. Normally you opened and closed the shop alone. It was a little strange to have someone here with you as you hung up your jacket and peeled off your gloves, but not unwelcome.

“Would you like something warm to drink?” you offered.

“Sure! Hey, I’ll be your first customer of the day,” Neil said cheerfully.

“It’s on the house,” you told him, stepping behind the counter. “First one’s always free; it’s how I get people addicted.”

It took Neil a second to realize you were joking, but when he did a smile spread across his face. You felt your cheeks heat up a little, and not just from being out of the cold. You quickly turned around, grabbing your apron off the hook where you kept it.

“Well in that case, I’ll have whatever you recommend,” Neil beamed. “Chef’s choice.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile spread across your lips. Neil pulled up a stool and watched you work; the only sound in the room was the gurgle of the espresso machine and the hiss of the frother as you steamed the milk. You quickly melted into the familiar routine of making a cappuccino. The process felt almost rhythmic and relaxing.

“So, what were you doing out there with no jacket in the middle of December?” you asked, trying to make small talk as you finished pouring the drink.

“Oh, like I said, just getting some air. Taking a break,” Neil answered.

“Not enjoying the party?”

You flicked your wrist to make a little pattern in the foamed milk, making sure it pooled just right at the top of the cup. Neil ran his hands over his face, resting his elbows on the counter.

“It’s not that,” he sighed. “It’s just… I dunno; it’s complicated. My girlfriend was supposed to show up, and she didn’t, and I know I shouldn’t be disappointed because she’s never really wanted anything to do with the shop, but…”

You stopped listening, still focused on the fact that Neil had a girlfriend. You weren’t quite sure why you were disappointed to learn that. You certainly had no reason to be. But something in your stomach had lurched when he’d mentioned her, and you’d almost spilled the cappuccino and had to start over. Neil let out a heavy breath of air as you put the drink down in front of him.

“I dunno; we’re probably going to break up,” he finished, wrapping his hands around the warm ceramic.

You perked up at that, and instantly felt terrible. Neil was obviously distraught by the idea. You tried to look sympathetic as you wiped down the counter.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said.

“It’s okay,” Neil sighed. “We just have different interests. Anyway, sorry to heap my sob story on you. You’re probably never going to want to have me back at this rate.”

That really couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Even though you didn’t want Neil to be sad, it was refreshing to meet a man who was sensitive. Sure, the whole situation was a little unexpected - you certainly hadn’t woken up this morning and thought that you would be sitting with the video rental store owner from down the street at three in the morning, commiserating over coffee. But, it had actually been a rather pleasant surprise to end up here.

“Well, it wouldn’t really be a good business move to get you addicted to the coffee and then ban you from the shop,” you joked.

Neil’s face brightened again, and he lifted the cup of steaming coffee to his lips. He smiled at you over the rim before taking a sip, and you watched as he closed his eyes to concentrate on the flavors.

“Hm… very, ah, robust,” Neil floundered.

You giggled, and stepped off to start making a drink for yourself. Neil took another sip, and you caught him grimacing slightly as he lowered the cup from his lips.

“Not a coffee drinker?” you guessed.

“I was hoping it wasn’t that obvious…”

You laughed again, and threw a glance in Neil’s direction. He was struggling through his third sip.

“You should have said so,” you scolded playfully. “Now I’m worried you’re the one who’s not gonna want to come back.”

“Hey,” Neil said, pointing a finger at you. “I would never turn down free anything, and besides, small businesses have to stick together, right? I’ll be back; don’t you worry.”

As if to prove his point, he took a gigantic gulp, remembering too late that the drink was hot. Neil sputtered and coughed, throwing a hand up to claw at his throat. The way his eyes bugged out of his head was funnier than it should have been.

“Neil, let me make you something you actually like next time,” you laughed, offering him a napkin.

He took it and wiped at his lips, setting the cappuccino back down on the counter. Your heart swelled again, for reasons you couldn’t fully understand.

“I’m sorry,” Neil apologized. “I’m sure you think I’m a total mess. And I mean, I guess I kind of am-”

“I don’t think that,” you interrupted. “I actually think you’re really sweet, and… maybe a little scatterbrained if you can forget to wear your coat when it’s practically zero degrees out.”

Neil blushed lightly. He looked down at his half-empty coffee cup, and you hoped you hadn’t offended him. Or made him uncomfortable. What had you been thinking - telling him you thought he was sweet? You opened your mouth to apologize, but Neil beat you to the punch.

“I really appreciate you letting me in,” he said again, smiling. “And the free drink. Sorry I’m not that into coffee…”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, Neil,” you laughed. “I’ll just have to figure out what you do like - coffee or not - so I can make it for you next time.”

“I’d like that,” he agreed. “But for now, I’ll get out of your hair. They’re probably all wondering where I wandered off to back at the shop, anyway…”

Neil got up to leave, and you walked around the counter to see him out. As he opened the door, you called for him to wait, and rushed over to your coat rack.

“I know it’s a short walk,” you said, holding out your scarf to him. “But just so you’re a little warmer.”

Neil let you wrap the scarf around him. It clashed horribly with his slightly silly getup, but it would do the job of keeping him warm.

“Are you sure?” Neil asked, touching the scarf.

You nodded.

“Think of it as collateral,” you told him. “You promised you’d come back, right? Now you have an excuse.”

The barest hint of a blush crossed Neil’s cheeks again, and he buried his face a little deeper in the scarf. The way his bangs brushed against his eyelashes nearly made your heart melt.

“Thank you,” Neil said. “I guess I’ll… see you soon?”

“See you soon,” you agreed.

And with that, Neil left the little cafe with a cold gust of air from outside. You bit your thumb, giddy suddenly and not sure what to do about it. Tingling with excitement, you turned around and set about getting ready for the day.

You left Neil’s coffee on the counter until it was practically time to open, not wanting to clear away the memory of him being there.

Read Pt. 2 HERE!

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prompt: influencer reader doing a get ready with me live and Cole interrupting

word count: 717 short and sweet

“Uhm… that’s a good question username. I would say my favorite holiday would be Halloween. I love spooky season,” I say reading the comments flooding in while I apply a layer of foundation to my face. Every once in a while I glance up to the mirror in front of me. The background of the video is Cole’s bathroom, but no one watching knows that. We have been dating for a little over six months and we still hasn’t announced our relationship.

I smile reading the comments about how happy and glowing I look. I hear the little pitter patter of feet on the floor and find our sweet baby come into the room sitting at my feet. I bend down and love all over our dog, well Cole’s originally but now our baby. As I show my fur baby some love, my human baby leans against the door frame watching us. “Hi baby,” I smile sliding just our of frame to give him a kiss. He just smiles and whispers a small hey back.

As I get back into frame the comments are going so fast I can hardly read them. All of them saying around the same thing, oh my god the secret boyfriend, i wonder who he is, c’mon guys it’s obviously so-and-so, or as long as she is happy we should all be happy. “Thank you y/nismyworld. I am in fact very very happy,” I say looking over to Cole who has now moved to sitting on the lid of the toilet watching me continue to get ready. As I finish my routine I answer as many questions as I can and sing along to the music playing.

The beginning chords of Enchanted start to play and my smile widens looking over at Cole. “Why am I smiling so much? Well I’ll tell you, so we actually had our first date at The Eras Tour. So during the song apparently while I was freaking out over Taylor, he was just looking at me with such adoration and the cutest older couple behind us recorded the whole thing. It has become like our song basically as cheesy and cliche as that may sound,” I say thinking back to the night of our first date. I thought Cole was insane for buying us tickets when he had just met me.

As the song plays I can’t help but think how tiring it is hiding our relationship. “Can I have this dance,” Cole asks walking my way holding his hand out. I can’t help but laugh and him and reach out for his hand. I can only imagine how we must look, my hair still in rollers and makeup half done is a huge messy shirt and shorts and Cole in his sweat and compression shirt. “You trust me,” he says leaning down into my ear. I look up and smile nodding my head. “Of course,” I smile wondering what he was going on about. “I think it’s time,” he says glanicng behind us towards my phone. I follow his eyes and nod.

I step away from him and back into the frame and hold my hand out to him now. He laughs and places his larger hands in mine. I pull him forward and the two of us spin around and dance like absolute dorks. It felt like only the two of us existed . When the song ended we stopped and his back was towards the camera. I switched our positions and Cole was now standing behind me resting his head in the crook of my neck.

“Everyone I would like to officially introduce you to my loving boyfriend Mr. Cole Caufield. Number 22 on the Montreal Canadiens in the NHL,” I smile reading over all of the comments about people saying that they knew it or how he looked just as happy as I did. We even had a couple of hockey fans in the chat freaking out. “Okay now that that is all over and done with, I really do need to get ready for this red carpet,” I smile into the camera. I turn and look over at Cole and raise my eyebrows,” Now that everyone knows, wanna be my plus one?” He laughs and immediately says yes.

#nycbaby21works #nhl imagine #cole caufield imagine #montreal canadiens

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I freaking love this issue so freaking much. The whole concept of Batman Europa is absolutely amazing. It's fun. It's worth the read. Lets just point out that Batman has called the Joker his partner at the very beginning of Batman Europa #2 which leads me back to what I was saying in the relationship between Batman and Joker, that Batman always acknowledge that they're partners. Moreover Batman tries to pick a fight with the Joker while he's just talking to him. I mean give the man a break. He's not even trying to hurt Batman in this comic. He's behaving himself reasonably well, although we can't ignore the reality of Batman allowing the Joker to prefer himself as Batman's sidekick too.

Now when he grasps the Joker's arm. We know it's not a firm grip. The Joker easily jerk his arm back, and then Batman reaches over to grab for his hand possibly again? Though he doesn't get to say anything else, because Nina interrupts them. I do feel like Batman needs to feel like their some Kind of contempt between the two of them, or a little disputing to feel like it's their usually pattern. It's their dance. He doesn't like to see this side of the Joker, and especially have to acknowledge it. The way the Joker keep informing to Bruce that they'll die together, and Batman doesn't even want to hear that. It got me laughing so much.

Batman complimenting how fast the Joker is in this panel is just life. If that clown can move that fast you know he could have killed Batman, and he's infected too.

Now the Joker just murder someone again, and Batman still works with him after this! And on top of that Batman trusts him? Like how???

Batman doesn't even sound mad that the Joker just murdered someone? I mean he's actually just like yeah, let's finish up this journey. He doesn't even mention it later in the comic.

Batman thought he was going to die, but the Joker saves his life, and he doesn't exactly want to acknowledge it, but he does anyways.

I just love this page. The Joker eyes are to the side, like he's not exactly sure how to function right now. He doesn't know how to fit this into their relationship. I mean I love it. The awkwardness that's establish between both of them is so obvious. I can't stress enough of how much I admire this page. The way Batman doesn't even want to look at the Joker. Oh my god the way the Joker refuse to look at the Batman for a little while. The tension is thick. Batman's 'shut up' line is practically for the Joker when he says something true or something plain stupid. Batman constantly says shut up when the Joker says things about Batman caring about him, but the Joker tells Batman he loves him all the time, and Batman doesn't say shut up. I don't want to hear that, but Batman denies his own feelings towards him, so Batman despises the mention of him caring about the Joker. He tries to shut it down rather quickly. Batman and Joker feel the need to lay out some sort hostility, when they're not doing their usual routine, so the Joker tells Batman he regrets saving him. He's not happy about it. That makes the tension between them settle down a bit, but right after this the Joker saves Batman once again in Batman Europa #3 The Joker also immediately jumps back to Nina, to avert the attention somewhere else, which works.

Batman still isn't exactly ready to look at the Joker, but the Joker goes over to have a conversation with Batman. Batman responds hostile as always, but Batman doesn't deny the Joker request exactly. He just reminds the Joker that they're dying, and the way the Joker gently and cautiously rests his hand on Batman's shoulder, making sure he's alright with him touching him right now is adorable and actually is nice.

The fact that the Joker has to turn around to say those sweet words to the Batman. Let's me know they're not too familiar with this kind of thing.

Batman now is comfortable enough to let the Joker freely touch him again. Batman doesn't deny it. He also doesn't inform to the Joker that they will never be friends, because deep down Batman knows that the Joker is his friend. It's just my opinion.

#batjokes #batman and joker #comics #batman #batman x joker #comic books #dc comics #the joker #batmm #dcedit #words

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this-aint-massachusetts · 5 months

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more FNaF hcs because the tism™️ is telling me to info dump

sorry if some of these are the same as the last one I forget which ones I put before 🙁

-When Mike was chasing after the car he tripped scraped his knee broke his ankle and busted his kneecap and just gave up on life right then and there

-Mike smokes weed but he could take the tiniest tinniest hit of a bong and he’d cough up a lung so he just mainly sticks to blunts or bowls

-Abby has called 911 multiple times because she wanted to contact Vanessa but it obviously didn’t work.

-Vanessa used to dye her hair fun colors but she can’t anymore cuz of her job but she wears colorful extensions

-Abby’s therapist has tried so hard to hint at Mike that he should get an autism diagnosis because his sister has one and he still hasn’t picked up on it despite showing clear traits of autism

-When golden Freddy and Abby left the cab he just handed Cory a piece of paper with ‘one million dollars’ scribbled on it in green crayon. Cory was to scared to say no he just was like “yeah ok sure” and then cried

-Mike and Abby did not go to Aunt Janes funeral they instead went to Dave and Busters and played arcade games while their entire extended family blew up Mikes Nokia phone

-Aunt Jane was a “wine mom” and was in heavy denial of being an alcoholic

-Abby really likes bugs and puts them in her pockets but Mike is terrified of bugs so he freaks out whenever he sees them crawling on her or in her laundry

-Vanessa apologizes to people while arresting them

-The animatronics consider the cupcake to be their puppy and get confused when people think he’s a menace

-One time Doug ran into Mike and Abby at Walmart once and he just threw his thick ass lawyer wallet at then then ran away to have a panic attack. Mike and Abby bought a blow up pool that day

-Doug had to go to therapy due to Aunt Jane being an absolute fucking Karen

-Doug’s now a regular at Sparkys and is besties with Ness, he considers Ness “The son he never had”

-Bonnie kid (Jeremy) really liked Spider-Man

-Vanessa has a pitbull named Princess that she took home from an animal control call. (The dog is a fucking danger to society)

-Abby picked up on some 80s slang from the animatronics and now just says radical to everything

-Max and her friends would be doing TikTok trends before TikTok was even a thing (stealing soap dispensers from public bathrooms, sticking pennies in electrical sockets ect)

-Vanessa is a Disney adult/hj

-There’s a rubix cube in the pizzeria that the animatronics have been trying to solve since they’ve been dead basically

-Every night after Abby goes to bed Mike goes to the kitchen and eats shredded cheese by the handful. Abby caught him once and he cried.

-Mike is the type of person to ask those weird questions while watching movies, like: “If their underwater how are they drinking soda?”

-Mike would stuff all his emotions and feelings down till he bursts and it usually results in him locking himself in his room while having a panic attack

-Max was also a weed dealer so Mikes out of a babysitter and a plug.

-Vanessa hates soda, loves tea tho

-Mike really likes the Care Bears and uses Abby as an excuse for liking it

-Ness uses those really cheesy pet names for Mike, some of them southern originated because I believe in southern Ness solidarity. Ex: Sweetie pie, Sugar, Doe

-Abby is really good at hide and seek but caused Mike a few panic attacks because of how well she hides

-After Freddy’s neither Mike or Abby could sleep without a nightlight so she lent Mike hers on the agreement she could sleep in his room with him. (He of course accepted)

-Mike: Where’s my Diet Coke?

Vanessa: Oh I threw it away, sodas not good for you.

Mike: Oh ok- WHAT.

-Abby still asks Mike to tie her shoes for her even though he already taught her how to tie them herself

-Mike has a very particular morning routine that he has to follow every morning and feels icky if it gets interrupted for any reason

-Mike is more noise sensitive and Abby is more texture sensitive but Mike still hates certain textures (ex: olives)

-Mike has considered owning chickens and even went with Abby to look at little chicks but she soon started sneezing and feeling sick and that's when they found out she's allergic so that quickly got shut down

-Abby gives her stuffed animals lore and hierarchies and Ness is always asking her about it when her and Mike go into the diner

-Vanessa Has a very minimalist style not because she likes it but because she's scared of getting attached to anything she calls home which at times worries her when she's with Mike, Abby and Ness. This results in her sitting in bed, chewing on her lip thinking of constant escape plans and emergency exits in case her father ever returns, if something bad happens, etc.

-Mike likes seeing Abby draw him and pretends not to notice when she stares and tries to get the color of his shirt just right (he buys clothing in colors she has to make it easier)

-Abby is the type to point out cows and horses and will repeatedly kick Mike's seat even while he's driving until he acknowledges them

-Abby doesn’t understand why her and Mike can’t just print more money to make them rich and Mike has had to explain to to her 12837383838 times

-Ness is a theater kid (yeah if you didn’t see this coming I think you need glasses)

-Ness and Mike play lps with Abby, Abby explains all of her lps lore extensively and Ness listens to every bit of it while Mike is just like: “I love you both but wtf”

-Mike sometimes age regresses sometimes when put under pressure and Ness is literally the best caretaker ever (this one’s based on a Dreamtheory fic I read once and I fell in love with the idea)

-Ness and Mike call each other every night before going to sleep and once Mike forgot so he woke up the next morning to 300+ voicemails from Ness asking if he’s ok

okay that’s all i have for now I’ll post more later when i feel like it oki byeee 😘✌️

#securitywaiter #fnaf movie #fnaf #ness fnaf #mike fnaf #mike x ness #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #vanessa afton #abby schmidt #my headcanons #headcanon #I promise I’ll make more William hcs in part three

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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nana, i am freaking out over the chan shirtless pics. don’t get me started on the clips of him working out. i was wondering if you could do some sort of short blurb or whatever on it. it doesn’t have to be smut. anything that will feed into my delusionals. -🎧

p.s. loved that seungcheol piece and sorry i haven’t sent stuff in awhile.

A/n: ofc bb, also I’m still working on that other request you sent in so be patient but for now. Also I’m glad you loved the cheol piece 💗

You teased Chan about working out the first time, saying the muscles would only emphasize his height and look bulky and foreign on him. You didn’t know how hard you’d be eating your words.

He had been going to gym for some time, paid for the membership and everything for months. That’s eventually wasn’t enough, he bought some equipment for his place to have a home gym. Not much: a treadmill, a pull up bar, and a bench press and it was all worth. Of course, there’d be times you’d come home to your shared apartment, hearing your roommate grunting loudly, obviously for reasons other than sex but then you paid no mind to it.

It was when you interrupted one of his sessions, wondering where he misplaced dish soap, only to stumble upon Chan doing routine leg lifts. His firm, swollen calves pushing his lower body up in the air, clenching his abdomen and flexing the sculpted shaped of his body. It felt like the room was spinning but him, your vision laser focused on every individual squeezing muscles, hard swallowing the drool forming in your mouth, and words not even get out of your mouth.

Chan, hearing you arrive, asks what you need, not bothering to stop what he’s doing, and all of a sudden your throat sucks dry. Letters jumbling in your head but nothing comprehensive forms. You just end up standing there looking dumbfounded and it urges Chan to stop what he’s doing finally and turn back to you in concern, heaving his chest, contracting his muscles mind numbingly.

“Y/n.”

“…mmhm?”

He gets it soon enough, chuckling to him, and grabs a towel, wiping off his sweat, and approaches you. His gym short hangs low from his torso, his pelvic bone out on display, and sweat glistening his perfect skin. A carnage instinct bubbles up in your gut, temptation plays it’s mind games as your hands tingles to pull down the remainder of his clothing the closer he gets.

He stands tall, cocky, veiny. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You abort mission, turning away to escape, but is trapped in his big, strong arms planted on either side of you on a plastered wall. He narrows his eyes back at you in interest, canines digging his bottom lip. “I just thought of another way to get my heart pumping. Mind helping out? Roomie.”

#svthub #Dino smut #lee Chan smut #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #lee Chan #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #🎧 anon

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intensid4d · 1 year

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Scared to be Happy (part 2) - Leah Williamson x reader

Not ready proof! Hope you like it. :)

Word count: +1.9k

Part 1

You wake up in the next day feeling a little better, you do your morning routine then you hear someone knocking on the door.

What you really didn’t expect is to see Leah standing outside when you open the door. You blink twice to be sure.

“Hi. I... Can I come in? If not, It’s fine I just came to see if you were okay... But you’re home and safe and...” She begins rambling, not looking your eyes. Not even looking at you at all.

“Come in.” You stop her and step aside so she could come in. You sit on the couch, she sits on the other end.

“I’m sorry for leaving without saying anything... I just – I had a lot on me and I couldn’t handle it. I’m really sorry.” You say looking at her. You didn’t lie, so that wasn’t hard.

“I got worried... I thought I did something bad or off limites, you know... I went after you, I wanted to check on you here but Viv stoped me... We had a conversation and she made me realise it was best to give you the night.” The blonde says looking back at you, it was the first time that she looked your way since she got in your home. “You have been crying.” She says noticing your bloodshot eyes. It’s when you knew you couldn’t run of this conversation.

“Yeah... Uh... Thank you for giving me the time, I really needed it. And you didn’t do anything wrong last night or ever... I was scared. Actually, I still am. I don’t like having feelings so I try to deny any feelings, even to myself... But yesterday I realised it and It got me freaked out.” You take a deep breath and look at the floor. She keeps silent waiting for you to continue.

“I think I haven’t told you how my last relationship ended... My ex just came to me one day out of nowhere and said she was confused about her feelings but she took so long to realise it that it never made sense. Anyways... I just told you that for you know the reason why I don’t like having feelings for someone and for things to make sense to you.” After you finish, you look at her and notice she’s closer to you, her thighs almost touching yours.

“I’m sorry to hear that. They’re and idiot for doing that to you. I mean... Look at you who could someone not be in love with you? You’re gorgeous, smart, hot, funny, talented, can cook... I could say things all day long.” You blush at that and for the first time since you found out about your feelings, you had a smile on your face. She grabs your hands and look right into your eyes. You can see she’s having a battle inside her head, but she takes a deep breath and says.

“I really want you to be happy and I hope the person you have feelings for makes you happy... Even if it hurts me I’ll always stay here for you.” You frown.

“What do you mean ‘it hurts you’?” She closes her eyes before saying. “I’m love with you.”

Your mind go blank. What? When? How? It’s only when she gets up that you realise you haven’t said anything. You stand in front of her.

“I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry for not saying anything first it just got m-“ She interrupts you by putting her hands on your cheeks and kissing your lips. You grab her waist and puts her closer.

“God, you’re so stupid.” She says to you as soon as the kiss ended. You pout and she gives it a kiss.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to belive I could have a chance with THE Leah Williamson.” She taps your shouder and gives you another kiss.

“I’m 100% sure of my feelings for you. Just to be clear, alright? I wouldn’t dare to loose you. I’m not them, you don’t have to be afraid of being happy. But we can make things slow if that’s better for you.” You could see in her eyes she was telling you the truth.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I really appreciate that. I guess we could go slow, but not just on my time... It has to be our time. I really like you and I promise I’ll not run away anymore, not like that.” You say and she nods while smiling softly at you.

“Okay... Now, would you like to at least text the others saying you’re okay? They’re worried and I pretty sure Katie’ll be here at any minute if she doesn’t hear anything from you.” You growls and go find your phone once you do, you type a quick text saying you’re fine and just got a stomach ache. You didn’t really wanted to have this conversation over phone.

“Would you like to stay here? We could watch some Netflix and have cuddles.” You ask the defender and she quickly nods.

You both stay on couch all day, when the evening comes and she has to leave you growl.

“I don’t want to leave either but I had alredy said to Alex I would go out with her tonight. But we can have a date tomorrow night if you want to?” She says to you while getting up from the couch.

“I would love to. We can go have a walk on the beach after too.” You walk to the door. She gets closer to you, smiling.

“I really like you.” She hugs you and give your cheek a kiss.

“I like you too, a lot.” You put your hands on the back of her head and brings her closer to kiss her lips while she grabs your waist and reciprocate. You break the kiss when air becomes necessary.

“I’ll go now or I won’t ever be able to go. See you tomorrow.” She gives you one last peck on the lips.

You both went to bed that night with a big smile.

The next day go by quickly and soon you are with Leah again. You’re both on the way to the restaurant. She’s driving while you’re just happy to enjoy the view (the view = Leah driving).

She takes you to a restaurant in front of the beach, it was amazing. You sit a table away from the rest, having some privacy. You both in front of each other and as soon as you make the order she takes your hand in hers, running her finger on the back of your hand, making small circles.

“Alex figured something had happened on the first 30 minutes we were together so I told her we’re together. I hope this doesn’t botter you.” She starts with a worried look in her eyes.

“It’s okay, she’s your best friend. As for the team... I won’t hide anything from the but I want them to find out for themself, if that’s okay to you. They really gave me a hard time saying a looked like a puppy after you, it’s time for a little revenge.” She laughs and shakes her head.

“Sure. I won’t hide either but it would be good to be just us for some time, I mean with no one trying to say something. I don’t want you to hurry because of them or something.” She lets your hand go when the waiter brings the orders.

“I won’t, promise. We can just be ourselves, we were always close and touchy I don’t think they would notice something is diferent.” You say once the waiter is out of view.

“Alex noticed because, according to her, ‘I had this big ‘so in love’ smile on my face’ but we around the team I have to be professional and focused. I think we’re going to be okay.” She affirms and start eating.

After have dessert you go take a walk on the beach, hand in hand.

You’re both enjoying the silence and each others company when you stop. Seeing no one is around you grabs her closer by the waist and gives her a kiss that soon becomes passionate. She puts her hands inside of your blouse touching slight your abs making you groan with the feeling, only breaking apart when air is needed.

“Do you want to stay over the night at my house? We don’t have to do – I mean if you want that’s okay but if-”

“Shh... I want to. All of it.” You cut her off and she kisses you again.

After you break the kiss you go to her house, sleep was the last thing you did that night.

You didn’t see Leah in the last day off. Instead, you go to Katie’s.

“So, when will you quit the bullshit and tell me what really whappened that night?” She says after a while, you were playing FIFA Against each other. You take a deep breath, you knew you couldn’t run Forever.

“I realised I have feelings for Leah but because of past trauma I couldn’t handle it so I just ran away.”

“It was about time-“ She looked your way with that and you just took the oportunity to make a goal on her.

“YES!” You cut her and she looks back to TV only to growl and shove you arm. “And you’re alredy cheating just like her, c’mom!”

“I’m not cheating you are the one not playing right! It’s not my fault.” She pauses the game. “What?” You look at her now.

“What are you going to do about your feelings? She’s a good one, I trust your heart with her. Plus you alredy know each other, be with each other all time... You are even all touchy! I mean, Leah doesn’t stay that much time in a hug with nobody but she doesn’t seen toc are when it’s you. She even starts all the disgusting stuff you do.”

“Oh shut up! We’re not disgusting.” You press the button on her console and continue the game. “I’m telling you because you’re my best friend and I would be really mad if it was otherwise. She came to my house the other day and we talked abou tour feelings and decided to takes things at our time. We have been on a date and slept together. That’s all. Oh, and she told Alex because she kinda figured out something happened with her.”

She pauses the game again and you put the console down giving up playing.

“And you were not planing on tell me any of this? I could end our friendship right now...” You laugh and hug her.

“Stop it you know I love you.” She pushes you away playfully.

“You’re lucky I love you too.” You give her a kiss on the cheek. “But for real, I’m happy that you’re finally together, it was awful to see how over each other you were. Also, I don’t think I can have the shovel talk with her because you know, she can be scary but I’ll for sure break her legs if she breaks your heart.” You hug her again.

“Thank you but I don’t think I want you to do it since we all play for the same team you. And we would like to keep on the low for now, since we don’t have anything official and we are at the beginning...” She agrees and hugs you back.

“I’ll try my best to not say anything to every person I see.” She jokes and you roll your eyes.

“I alredy regret it.”

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #katie mccabe #womens soccer

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princessconsuela120 · 11 months

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CHAPTER FOUR: LANDSLIDE —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion, cursing, angst

Author’s Note: I’m gonna start adding a lot of additional things then just the movie plot to the story pretty soon so make sure to keep liking and commenting, it really helps motivate, thank you all!!

Chapter art by @silvell

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KYLE HAD REALIZED LATELY THAT HE REALLY LOVED THE COLOR YELLOW. It reminded him of joy, of walking home from school and finding small dandelions on the ground that reminded him it didn’t always need to be so cold. The sun that shone above, leaving a yellow hue on the world. But mostly because it reminded him of me. The yellow fabric of my science trip shirt laid in his lap, his hands bunched around the sleeves. He gently traced the words of my names signed into the fabric, next to a small doodle of a flower I added to the mix.

This had been his routine for the past few weeks since he had found me on his lawn. It was his way of bringing himself back down to earth. No one knew, he was lucky. He felt bad that he was lucky. He didn’t have to tell his parents, his mom wouldn’t freak out on him, he wouldn’t receive dirty looks. No one knew he was a father. It would be over soon, but Juno would have to live with that. And that didn’t sit easy with him.

“Hey, Kyle. Are you coming to eat?” Sheila asked, knocking lightly on Kyle’s door. He jumped up slightly, still wearing his basketball shorts from practice, not having the willpower to take them off. He held the short closer to him, hiding it beside his pillow so his mom wouldn’t question it.

“No, I don't think so.” He mumbled, looking back down with a sigh. Sheila sighed back, smiling softly at her boy.

“You played for 5 hours today Bubby.” She said softly, making Kyle smile up at her, a very forced smile, that Sheila seemed to recognize.

“I'm not hungry, oddly.” He shrugged, grabbing a handful of the t-shirt under his pillow. Sheila sighed, noticing how his eyes shifted down, then to the side, then back to the ground.

“But it's breakfast for supper. It's your favorite, Ike wanted to show you his science project for school.”

“Yeah. Tell Ike I’ll come down in a second.” He turned, letting his mom know he didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Juno Marsh called while you were at basketball today.” Sheila noticed how he perked up in his seat. “I like her Kyle, she’s a nice girl.”

“Yeah, yeah. I like her too.” He smiled, and she smiled back.

“Come down when you’re ready Bubala. Take your time.” He nodded, letting Sheila close the door before hurrying his head in the t-shirt, shaking comfort in the smell. He really did love the color yellow, more than he even knew possible.

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“So I'm not really sure how I'm gonna spit this out.” My hands were anxiously knotted together in my pocket, pulling at my fingers over and over. I had gathered my parents into the dinning room to break the news. I of course had gathered my support team, Kenny sitting beside me and Stan leaning against the staircase behind the table.

“Hon, did you get expelled?” My mom asked nervously, making me stop, shaking my head.

“No, the school would most likely contact you in the event of my expulsion.” I explained, going to sit down beside Kenny. He placed a hand on my shoulder, rubbing soothing patterns into my shoulder.

“Well, I was just asking. It seemed plausible.” She shook her head slightly with worry. “What, do you need a large amount of money? Legal counsel?”

“Weed?” My dad spoke up, earning a dirty look from my mother as Stan scoffed.

“Randy.” My mom said in warning, making him hold his hands up in defense.

“I'm not asking for anything. Except for maybe mercy. Like it would be frigging sweet if no one hit me.” I ranted, pulling lightly at my hair. My mom looked up at me with even more worry in her eyes.

“What have you done? Hit someone with the truck?”

“Break into my weed stash?” Dad interrupted again, causing Stan to interrupt this time aswell.

“Dad! Not the time okay?” Stan shouted, making dad look down like a lost puppy.

“No.” I mumbled, hiding my face in my hands as I let out a loud groan.

There were some moments in my life I can recall being hard. Things like, learning how to ride a bike when I was 5. Moving to Tegrudy Farms, that was hard. Getting into advanced sciences, that was pretty tough. But never has something been so hard it was almost impossible. My mouth physically rejected saying the words ‘I’m pregnant’ to my parents. I felt like I would throw up in any second by trying to force them out.

“Dude, I think it's best to just tell them.” Kenny said, grabbing my hand and giving it a light squeeze, they way we used to comfort each other as kids.

“Rip it off like a bandaid Junebug, you can do it.” Stan reassured, as if he could feel the anxious vomit collecting in my stomach.

“I'm pregnant.” I said quickly, looking down at the ground as I heard a soft gasp leave my moms lips.

“Oh, God.”

“I'm gonna give it up for adoption. I already found the perfect couple.” I explained, Kenny raising a hand proudly.

“I helped.” He chimes in, causing my mom to hide her face in her hands.

“Oh god.” She said again into her hands, my heart rate increasing ten folds.

“They're gonna pay for the medical expenses and everything. In thirty-odd weeks, we can just pretend that this never happened.” I continued to ramble, squeezing Kenny’s hand tighter, causing him to look at me with worry.

“You're pregnant?” My dad asked. It was strange, hearing him say that. Not because of the words he was saying, more so because of the way his voice broke when he said it. I had never seen my dad cry, or hear him falter at all. This was something new.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. And if it is any consolation… I have heartburn that is radiating to my kneecaps… And I haven't taken a dump since Wednesday. Morning.” I explained, holding my chest as I explained the said heartburn that crept into my chest.

“And you knew Stan?” Mom asked, making Stan frown.

“Barely.”

“I didn't even know you were sexually active.” My mom whispered in disbelief, as my dad looked up at me.

“Who is the kid?” He asked, making me furrow my eyebrows as I placed two hands on my stomach, looking down confused.

“The baby? I don't really know much about it other than it has fingernails.” I said making my mom roll her eyes.

“Allegedly.” Kenny mumbled, causing Stan to look at us confused.

“Nails? Really?” He asked, making me nod.

“Yeah.”

“No, I mean who is the father, Juno?” My dad corrected, making me sigh. I didn’t say much, I looked down at the ground and kept quiet for a second. Kenny was the only one who knew, now they were all gonna know. God I wish Stan weren’t here.

“It's Kyle Broflovski.” I said weakly, looking down at the ground to avoid any eye contact. The room went quiet.

“Kyle Broflovski?” My mom asked calmly.

“Kyle?!?” My brother shouted, causing me to flinch in response. “What the fuck Juno!!?” He shouted, moving from his comfortable spot, no longer my source of comfort. I couldn’t even look at him. I knew how bad it was.

“Stanley!” Our mom said, but he didn’t care. He stood infront of me now, and my eyes wondered to meet his.

“You didn’t tell me it was my fucking best friend, what the hell is wrong with you guys!!?” He shouted again. I really didn’t know what to say. Being honest, I felt like my heart had broken, my body shut down and I was dead on the floor. But I wasn’t dead, I was alive. Being alive was so damn hard.

“Stan i” I stuttered out, but Stan shook his head, walking upstairs.

“Oh fuck you dude.” He hissed, stomping up the steps, angrily slamming the door.

“I didn't think he had it in him.” My dad said, making Kenny chuckle.

“I know, right?” Kenny said, laughing.

“This is no laughing matter.” My mom spoke up angrily, causing both Kenny and Randy to clear their throats and look down.

“No, it's not. And, you know, Kyle is actually great in…Okay. In chair.” I explained, before looking down with shame at the angry look both my parents gave.

“You're thinking about adoption?”

“Yeah, yeah. And there's this couple, they haven't had...They've been trying to have a kid for five years.” I explained, Kenny nodding as he rushed to back me up.

“We found them in the PennySaver next to exotic birds.”

“They have a legitimate lawyer, and I was gonna go meet with them next weekend.”

“Junebug, that is a tough, tough thing to do. It's probably tougher than you can understand right now.” My mom said, shaking her head. I could tell this was hard for her, i could tell she didn’t know what to do. I didn’t blame her, I didn’t know what to do either.

“No, I know. And it's just that I'm not ready to be a mom.” I said softly, looking down again, kicking my foot against the table. My dad let out a laugh.

“Damn skippy. You don't even remember to give Sparky his breathing meds.”

“That was once. And he did not die, if you recall.” I said, scoffing in defense.

“Honey, had you considered, you know, the alternative?” My mom offered, but I shook my head, holding onto my stomach lightly, not wanting to remember my failed almost abortion.

“No.”

“Well, you're a little Viking.” My dad said, earning an eye roll from me at the teasing.

“First things first. We have to get you healthy. You need prenatal vitamins. Incidentally, they do incredible things for your nails, so that's a plus. We'll schedule a doctor's appointment, figure out where you'll deliver.” My mom explained, and I nodded.

“Juno, I'm coming with you to meet this adoption couple. You're a kid. I don't want you to get ripped off by baby-starved wing nuts.” My dad rambled, and I smiled at him softly.

“Thanks, Dad.” He sighed, shaking his head at me.

“Boy, I thought you were the kind of girl who knew when to say when.”

I smiled softly, feeling my heart ache.

“I don't really know what kind of girl I am.” I said softly, about to walk away as my mom sighed, grabbing my wrist lightly.

“Honey, don’t stress about Stan okay? He’ll come around, he loves you he always does.” She reassured me, and I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” I grabbed Kenny’s arm, pulling him with me and he followed me into my room. Kenny held me that night, and stayed with me to sleep over. I didn’t sleep though, I could hear every word from the other room, my moms wails that traveled through the walls, that eventually turned into my own. This is hard, this is really fucking hard.

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#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski

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merakiui · 1 year

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the idea of rollo staying at NRC in ramshackle will forever remain soooo fun to me especially with all the other characters freaking out about it HAHA thank you for blessing my dashboard with it <3 it's incredible. maybe one day i'll write a little drabble abt that idea but i'm currently 18.000 words into a rollo/reader longfic (and not even halfway done yet. yippee! what burden did i put on my own shoulders... OTL) and i don't wanna write anything else until i have this monstrosity finished LMAO but if you have any other rollo at nrc ideas pspspspsppspsp thank you

Good luck with your Rollo fic, anon! I know how it feels to subject oneself to long fics, so I wish you all the best with your writing process!!!

As for Rollo at NRC, allow me to share a few thoughts:

✧ Rollo braving the busy cafeteria line when they’re selling the bakery goods once every month. He insists on doing this because he doesn’t want you to get trampled by ignorant mages who don’t know how to be respectful! He always returns with your favorite, sometimes even forgoing the chance to get his own favorite item because you’re way more important to him than a croissant.

✧ PE class with Rollo, but he offers to do the same exercise routine Vargas has created for you since you can’t exactly fly on a broom. He’ll run laps on the track with you (even though he’d rather not) just to be beside you so you won’t feel left out. The two of you slack on sit-ups and push-ups when Vargas isn’t looking, usually just sitting cross-legged in the field and talking about anything and everything.

✧ Since you’re comfortable with letting Rollo stay and sleep in your bed, the two of you will lie on your sides and occasionally whisper to each other through the darkness, mumbling about simple things like tomorrow’s weather, or the next alchemy exam, or how you should both spend this upcoming weekend. Grim usually has to get up and lie between the both of you so you’ll stop talking, but with each nightly conversation Rollo loosens up a little and even seems friendlier and warmer to you and Grim. You think you might’ve heard a genuine chuckle when Grim had gotten up and moved between you, all while sleepily complaining about how neither of you will shut up. Rollo won’t admit it outright, but ever since he started sleeping beside you he’s found that sleep comes much easier now.

✧ Rollo doesn’t like mages, but he’s deemed himself the only mage safe and capable enough to be around you. So when you’re dejected that you can’t experience what it must feel like to fly on a broom he offers to show you without thinking. But then Ace and Deuce are offering, and now Rollo really has to commit to his promise. Ace is too carefree with his flying and Deuce gets too nervous sometimes, so they’re definitely not suited to take you up into the air. Rollo never really thought that something so normal as flying on a broom would appeal to someone who’s never seen or heard of such a thing before, but once he’s in the air with you—and you’re wrapping your arms firmly around him to hold on—he hears the breathy excitement in your voice as you wave and yell down to your friends below. Rollo almost confesses to you right then and there because the sky is the only place private enough for a sudden confession, but he holds his tongue and smiles softly instead. You’re cute when you’re happy.

✧ Rollo likes to study in the library with you, either in one of the alcoves or at a table in the very corner. The two of you might get interrupted by whoever happens to stumble upon you, and it’s annoying when you ask the intruder to stay and study alongside the both of you. But he’s always rewarded after every moment spent with you when you get sleepy and lean against his shoulder, using it as a pillow. Your relationship has become really friendly and casual lately, which is a bond Rollo thought he’d never be able to have. But oh the pride he feels when he looks at Ace or Azul or even Riddle and can see them withholding an envious comment.

✧ When you first took Rollo into the town alongside some friends, wanting to show him around in the same fashion you’d been shown around many months ago, he finds himself thinking about all of the places here that could serve as good date sites. Naturally, taking a walk through the town could be a date in itself, but he sees the cutest restaurants and cafés and shops. And he makes a mental note to return with you next time so that he can properly immerse himself in the atmosphere and pretend it’s a date with only you.

✧ Rollo is there for you if you ever get homesick, much like how you’re there for him when he recalls his past and has to fight tears and sadness so he won’t burden you with such feelings. Rollo doesn’t experience hugs often, but ever since he transferred to NRC you’ve always offered a hug when he looked tired or lonely or saddened. Rollo had pushed you away each time, but when he’s particularly emotionally vulnerable he’ll pull you into him and never let go, holding tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

✧ Stargazing with Rollo when neither of you can fall asleep. Maybe you’re plagued with confusing dreams, maybe it’s his insomnia, or maybe the both of you are kept up by Grim’s loud snoring. Either way, you’ll meet each other in the hall and just silently agree to watch the stars in hopes of getting sleepy. Sometimes you’ll sit at the window; if it’s not too chilly outside you’ll grab a blanket and sit out there, the both of you wrapped up, your gazes turned skyward. Sometimes you’ll talk about deep topics. Sometimes you’ll just wordlessly admire the sky. Sometimes Rollo thinks of telling you he loves you, of reaching out to turn your head towards him so you can taste the confession on his lips. But instead he chooses to admire the brightest star in his world: you.

#twisted chit chat

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