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remusluvr · 9 months

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i've got soul but i'm not a soldier | remus lupin

summary: Remus can't stay away from you anymore. You can't either. content: fem reader, p in v, lovey-dovey ness, love confessions, mentions of eating (directed towards Remus, nothing bad though), unprotected sex, unedited note: based off this request

"Where are you going?"

He's laid out on your couch, face turned to the tv until you walk into the room. He looks comfortable and you wish you could change out of your dress into sweatpants and curl up with him. But you can't so you shake the thought off, finishing putting in your earrings.

"Out, Wyatt asked me on a date. We're going to that new restaurant downtown." He sits up on the couch, hands rubbing down the length of his thighs.

"Will you come back tonight?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure. You know I don't mind you staying here. Don't feel like you need to leave." He hums in response, eyeing you as you search for your purse and wallet. His arm is thrown around the back of the couch as he watches you in your pretty black dress and pretty shoes. The clacking against the floor warms his soul.

"I don't like Wyatt-"

You roll your eyes. You've already had this conversation - "It doesn't matter if you like Wyatt, Remus. I like him." and "Well, it should matter what your best friend thinks."

"-Why can't you just stay with me? Quality friend bonding. We can even watch that stupid movie you like."

"Hard offer to decline but I'm already running a little late so we'll have to put a pin in this conversation." Walking over to him, he leans his head back on the couch. You lean down and kiss his forehead, leaving a bit of your lipstick on the skin. Your thumb rubs it away. "I'll see you later."

And with that, you leave. It used to be easier to get you to cancel dates and stay with him the whole night. You used to jump at the opportunity but now it's like you're jumping away from him. Maybe you are, maybe you're tired of liking him as more than friends should like the other so you're putting a stop to it.

He's left all alone on your couch. Secretly, he hopes your date crashes and burns.

You laugh all the way through dinner and practically plan your second date right then and there. He's just the type of guy you like. Handsome, intelligent, tall, sweet.

And at the end of the night, Wyatt walks you to the door, kisses you on the cheek, and tells you he'll call. Remus sees this from his position on the balcony, cigarette held idly between his fingers. He also sees the way you deflate after he walks away. Was it not a good date? Did Wyatt treat you badly?

"Have fun?" he asks, walking back in through the screen door. You startle, clutching at your chest as you mess with the buckle on your shoes.

"I did. We had a good time."

Remus wants to scream. He wants to be the one taking you on a date so badly. Everything inside of him yells at him to grow a pair, to finally bite the bullet. But, he can't bring himself to risk your friendship. You mean too much to him.

His heart is weighed down. The last thing he wants is for you to get into a relationship. It'll ruin everything. He won't be able to stay over as much, won't be able to hold you when you're having a bad day, won't be able to do any of the things he loves doing with you.

Wyatt's good for you, he'll make you happy. It's what you keep telling yourself in your head. You hate that you can't get Remus out of your head.

Remus feels erratic like he's clutching at straws with you, trying to get you to like him back. And you feel crazy for even thinking of him as more than a friend. You feel like a bad friend.

"Do you need help with those?" he laughs, watching the way you're still struggling to get the clasp of your shoe undone. Laughing, you kick your foot out towards him and he joins you on the floor. His nimble fingers are a much better fit for the job than your shaky ones. His hands rub your foot before working on the other one.

How are you supposed to not love him?

You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. He swoons, making you giggle at him.

"You look very pretty," he whispers, helping you stand up. Your face grows hot at his compliment as you wave him off, trekking back to your bedroom to change into your pajamas and wash your face for the night. He follows you. "I mean it. Wyatt's a lucky guy."

You don't say anything as you get ready for bed. He loves this time of the night, loves how comfortable you feel with him. And he especially loves the way he can pretend you're his. The moment is so domestic that it makes him feel dizzy and when you crawl onto the bed beside him, he digs himself deeper into his hole.

"Did you eat?" you ask, getting comfortable under your blankets. He shakes his head and you scold him, "Remus. You need food. You're always such a grouch when you don't eat."

"I am not the grouch when I don't eat. You are," he bites back, fingers poking at your side. You take offense, sitting up to look at him better.

"Why must you be so mean to me?" you tease, fake-crying so he'll feel bad. It works as it always does, and he cradles you into his arms, hand stroking your hair.

He knows you're faking, anyone in their right mind would know you're faking but it gives him an excuse to touch you. And you like the way he gets so protective over you. Nothing could ever affect you in this moment. His heart twists and his mouth moves faster than he can think.

"I'm glad we know each other."

"You're such a sap," you giggle, pulling your face away from his chest.

"Only for you." His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as you settle yourself into his neck. Your breath tickles him but he doesn't mind. The moment is so delicate he's afraid any movement could shatter it. "I feel like I'm losing you."

"Why? Because I went on a date?"

"Kinda, Wyatt's going to take you from me. But, also just cause I feel like you have been acting differently toward me."

Remus is right. You have been acting sort of differently. You don't reach out to him much, he's usually the one that just shows up on your doorstep.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to." You do mean to. It's easier to get over your feelings for someone if you have less contact with them. Maybe it doesn't exactly work if when you are with that person you act like this. All cuddly and wanting for him.

Wyatt was supposed to be a new start. He was a boy that actually liked you and that wanted to be with you. He was kind and loved to hear you ramble. He was respectful and handsome. You should like Wyatt, but you can't get Remus out of your head. You never have been and you never will, you fear.

"(Y/N)?" he asks after you've grown quiet for longer than usual. You hum. He tries to calm the shake in his body. "Please don't see him again."

"What?" you ask, sitting up, still in his lap.

"Please don't go on another date with him." He knows he sounds pathetic, begging for you, but he can't help it.

"Remus, why?" His hair is messy and he looks adorable.

"I can't see you with him. You shouldn't be with him. He's not right for you and I think you know that." You do know that. He swallows his fear as he continues on, "It's not fair that I can't have you. You mean everything to me and I can't see you with him. It hurts too much."

You're silent and his brain is screaming at him. His face is on fire as you look at him. He's an idiot. Why did he say anything? His throat burns with the threat of incoming tears and he swallows hard, pushing them away.

"I won't see him again." The look on his face melts you. It's one of confusion mixed with relief. You lean forward to ease his confusion, pressing your lips to his. He takes you willingly, hands holding your face. You whine when he pulls away first, chasing after his lips as he catches his breath.

You have a stupid smile on your face. He mirrors your expression as his head tips back against your headboard.

"You look pretty," you whisper, kissing at the exposed skin of his neck. His hands have a firm grip on your hips. You smile against his skin when he whimpers at your nibbling. "So, so pretty."

"Y-you should look at yourself," he whispers back, eyes shut as you kiss behind his ear. He can't believe his luck. He has the girl he's wanted since school in his lap, calling him pretty and biting at his ear. He must've died and gone to heaven for this to be happening.

"I wish you had said something sooner. Or I wish I had told you. Never would've even thought about another guy."

Yeah, he has to be dead.

"Lily's been nagging me to just tell you. She doesn't like Wyatt either," you mumble, enjoying the way he's so intoxicated on you. He likes your boldness. It doesn't happen often but the rush from your love confessions must have you giddy. You press kisses along his jawline, stopping at his lips. "You mean so much to me, was just scared that you'd freak out and leave me, y'know."

"Yeah, I get that," he sighs, deepening the kiss. His hand holds the back of your head to keep your face to his. It makes you feel shy. You know the perfect way to really kill him but you've never seen Remus in this light before and the knowledge of that strikes you down. He's left to be the bolder one, flipping you over and pressing you against your pillows.

You're panting into his mouth and he's loving every single second of it. He loves to be in control, loves having you yearning for more underneath him. Any composure he thought he had is gone when you pant out, "All I could think about on my date was hoping you were here when I got back."

He moans into your mouth, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. He's a goner. And despite the fact that he wants to do this right, he can't stop imagining what it would be like to fuck you. He can't though, not yet. He's got one chance and he won't fuck it up.

"You're making this very hard, sweetheart." He knows exactly what he'll do. He'll start with a nice date to a restaurant of your choice, maybe a walk or a drive after to somewhere with a nice view where he will kiss you chastely, and then when you return to either one of your apartments (yours preferably, he's been having a pest problem. the pests being James and Sirius) where he'll fuck you, like a gentleman.

"This?" you ask, voice smooth and sultry as your hand reaches down, palming him over his sweatpants. His plan flies out the window. Your fingers dip into the waistline of his pants, pulling lightly. "Want them off."

"Needy girl," he chastises as though he isn't already on the brink of cumming in his pants. He moves off the bed, removing his pants and boxers before laying back down, allowing you to crawl back over to him, hand wrapping around his cock.

He's definitely died.

You're glad that you don't have any roommates right now with how loud Remus is being. You love it. These are the only sounds you want to hear for the rest of your life. He hates that all the focus is on him.

He reaches out, pulling at the bottom of your shirt. You relent, releasing Remus from your grip to pull your shirt over your head. He sucks in a breath at the lacy bra you're wearing. You must have kept it on after your date.

A tinge of jealousy rushes through his veins at the thought of you wearing it for someone else. It quickly simmers out once he remembers that you're all his now. He smiles, pulling you to sit on his lap again.

"Rem," you sigh when he pulls the cups of your bra down, leaning in to pull one of your nipples between his teeth. He loves the squeak he gets out of you and the way you grind your hips down onto him. "Don't tease me, please."

"You make me so happy." He doesn't know where all this gooeyness is coming from. He's always felt it but the fact that he can say it aloud now has him keening. He watches the flush take over your cheeks as his hands settle on your hips, helping you move against him.

There are a lot of things Remus wants to do to you. He's glad that he has so much time to do them all with you.

It's difficult to focus when you can feel him underneath you. You're so wet that you're sure he'd be able to just slip right inside you, no prep needed. You test your luck, pushing your underwear to the side and guiding him with your hand.

"Oh my fucking god," he whines when you sink down on him. He holds you down, not letting you move. You lean forward, pressing kisses on his face. It's not helping. He needs to cum so bad and the feel of your wet cunt has only increased that feeling by tenfold.

"Let me move, I wanna make you feel good." It takes him a moment but he lets you take the lead, letting his head drop back against the headboard as he watches you. He can never go back to how you were before. He needs this at every moment of every day. "A-ah, you're so big."

"Doing s-such a good job, bunny." That's a new nickname. You like it. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck as you fuck yourself back on him. His hands grip your ass, spreading you open so you can really feel all of him. "So, so perfect for me."

He feels your lips pecking at his neck again and his arms wrap around you, taking complete control as he bounces you down on him. You don't have any time to warn him that you're about to cum before you're cumming. It pushes him right over the edge and he cums inside of you.

"Shit," he groans when he can think again. You're putty in his hands, letting his limp cock rest inside of you, no want to move any time soon. He pushes your face up with a few fingers at your chin. Your eyes are so heavy that they're barely open. He's proud of himself. "I'm sorry, baby."

"What?" you worry, eyes flying open. Did he think this was a mistake? Were you only a fuck to him? You can't go back now, not when you know how good he fucks you.

"I didn't mean to finish inside." Your heart rate returns to normal and you drop back down onto his shoulder, shrugging. You like it. His brain is spinning. His hands rub soothing circles on your back before he's working you off of him, cooing when you hiss at the overstimulation of him pulling out.

"Love you, Rem," you mumble as he helps you get comfortable in bed. He can't resist pressing a kiss to your forehead before reaching over and turning your lamp off.

"Love you too."

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thesirencult · 5 months

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X-MAS WITH YOUR FS.

PART 1 : UNDER

THE MISTLETOE

Kisses With Your FS

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We are in a holiday mood ladies and gents! I decided to create a series of holiday readings centered around our FS. The kiss under the mistletoe, what gift your future spouse would buy you, spending holidays with them, a Christmas getaway etc.

Sit back with your hot cocoa and relax !

Santa came early this year 🦌

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PILE 1

Kissing with your FS feels like home. Their hands wrapped around your waist remind you of hallmark movies you watched when you were a young kid, fantasizing about that kiss under the mistletoe.

Your FS is gentle and caring. They are all sugar, no spice and their kisses show just that.

Love, adoration and dedication. Your FS will kiss you slowly. Sometimes they will steal a kiss while putting up the lights and while you are baking cookies. They will always keep it PG, especially if others are present.

Your FS reminds me of Ryan from Castle. He is honourable, simple and affectionate yet super smart and ready to kick some a$$ if he needs to. They could actually look like him or if they are a woman they will be fair skinned and have light eyes, even if they are brown they will be on the lighter side. Also, if they are a woman they would be a lot like Sookie from True Blood.

Remember what I said about the spice? I take it back, a tiny bit. They can get spicy but in the most sweetest way. They are good boys/girls/theys. The type you take home to mama. They could even work in the military/fire department/police force.

Kissing them will make you feel safe and secure. No one would ever be able to take that feeling away from you both. Give em a peck from me too. They for sure deserve it !

Under the mistletoe they will get giddy and excited. Their smile is amazing, like Colgate type of smile and you will love seeing how happy they get around you and right before they kiss you. They will look like a schoolgirl/schoolboy, a kid stealing a cookie from the jar. Stealing kisses is how they will show how naughty they are. I just know who wears the pants in this relationship and news flash, it is not them, lol.

PILE 2

I can tell you one thing before I say anything about kissing.

Your FS finds you adorable. See that cat in the picture ? All cuddled up, not a care in the world, not a single thought behind those sleepy eyes.

Within every room you are the main event, at least for them. Actually, your FS will love kissing you when you are sleepy.

In general, the way you will find safety in their arms and ignore the whole world will drive them crazy. This shows me that your the way your FS kisses will make you feel loved and safe. It will also make you feel like a playful kitten. Your FS could be masculine (doesn't have to be a man) and they will make you feel safe to express your vulnerability and femininity.

They will not only love kissing your lips, they will love kissing your whole face and your hands/fingers. They will want to eat you up.

For them it will be pretty funny you melt into their arms cause you could be a very feisty person but with them you turn into a big baby.

I'm seeing a meme with a cat fighting with another cat and then going back to their mother and cuddling up like a baby.

Others will be like "Girl/boy/they who are you trying to fool?" And your person will say "Shhh they are sleeping. Don't mess with my baby." Meanwhile, over their shoulder you give the other person a hiss, lol.

Are you my "black cat 🐈‍⬛ energy" pile ? Well your person might be a whole tiger cause they seem to be thinking you are harmless and deserve every little kiss. This is giving "I'm a bad boy but I'll be good only with you." trope. Also, major Morticia and Gomez vibes. Height difference might be huge.

(Yup, that below is indeed you.)

#astrology #tarot reading #tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #level up journey #pac reading #pick a photo #pick a picture #soulmate #intuitive messages #psychic

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leviscolwill · 6 months

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good old fashioned lover boy

pairing: trent alexandrer arnold x reader

summary: trent loves that you and jude get along, but he wants to make sure he still holds the #1 spot in your heart [wc: 1k]

req: request for a fluffy trent fic: jude is always over at trent & reader’s house, eating their food, bringing his friends over, begging to join them on outings etc. and generally acting like their kid. so ofc reader & jude are close, he goes to her advice, they tease trent togeth etc. and trent is jealous that jude gets long w his girl so we’ll but not actually jealous, more in a pouty whiny way, cos he knows jude is like a little bro to her

contents: established relationship, food mention, jealous trent (but it's cute)

note: i tried suppressing my lowercase addiction for this, tell me if you prefer it this way 🫶

now playing: good old fashioned lover boy by queen...

The warmth of your home protected you from October's cold. Trent had planned to spend the day snuggled in bed watching spooky movies and baking Halloween cookies with you.

Well, that was the plan until Jude passed your door. Trent wouldn't be able to say one bad thing about Jude even if he tried, he'd been there for him during tough times. No matter how hard you tried to empathize with Trent, Jude was probably the one friend who could understand his struggles surrounding football the most. Very quickly the pair grew close, almost family-like, and Jude would come over yours, often. You didn't mind, how could you? Jude was nothing short of lovely, he was a funny guy to be around and probably your boyfriend's favourite friend.

But you didn't expect him to crash one of the rare free days you got to spend with Trent. And neither did Trent, from the way his eyes widened when he opened the door to a smiley Jude. Your favourite Disney soundtracks were still blasting in the kitchen while you were mixing your cookie batter.

“Oh, are you cooking these for me?” Jude's voice made you turn around to see him standing in your kitchen with a big smile, your boyfriend trailing behind him.

“Depends, do you have good news to give me?” Trent's face contorted in confusion but Jude totally understood what you meant by the giggle he let out.

“I'll tell you all about it if those cookies are worth it.”

He recently came up to you for advice on how he should ask the girl he liked out. The fact Jude trusted you enough to share this with you made you happy, talking to him was like talking to a younger brother.

Trent knew about the girl his friend fancied of course, but he was absolutely clueless about him asking you for advice. Hearing you two talk so casually, made him feel left out. He knew how stupid this sounded, you were his girlfriend and Jude one of his best mates, but he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn from your closeness.

Trent wasn't jealous. He trusted you and Jude with his life. But he couldn't help feeling his friend was stealing the precious time he could have spend with his girlfriend, and he felt awful about this.

You were your own person, and he was very much aware of that, but he couldn't help spiralling. What if Jude was better company than him? What if he made you laugh in ways he couldn't?

His thoughts came to a halt when you pressed a quick kiss near his lips, “These should be done in 30 minutes, are you alright T? You look a bit off.” The concerned look in your eyes made him forget everything, his hand found yours to press a kiss on it.

“I'm fine baby, don't worry about it.” No matter how much Trent tried to reassure you, you knew something was off with him and made a mental note to ask him about it when you would be alone.

After many Fifa games between Jude and your boyfriend and six chapters of your books read, the cookies were ready. The three of you sat down and you intently watched their reactions to your baking, knowing damn well neither of them would be able to hide their real thoughts.

“These are very good love.” Your boyfriend complimented with his mouth half full while Jude stuck out his thumb up.

“So... Are you gonna tell me what happened with Mia?” A frown appeared on Trent's face again at your words.

“What's even all that about?” He tried his best to hide any animosity in his voice but it didn't work from the way Jude and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“I asked your girl for advice to ask Mia on a date, nothing more mate.” You could tell Jude was being cautious with his words, fearing his friend would get the wrong idea.

Trent ran his hand on his face, “I know. This is stupid, sorry.”

You stayed silent and went to the kitchen telling the boys you had to clean it up to cover the fact you wanted to flee this weird atmosphere.

You stayed a while looking at your phone, and when you looked up you saw Jude and Trent in front of your front door talking together, your boyfriend's hand laying on Jude's shoulder before pulling him in a hug.

The younger boy noticed you staring, and winked at you with both his eyes before whispering something to Trent's ear, something that made him turn around to look at you with a smile. You quickly turned around pretending to be interested in something else to hide the fact you were caught red-handed pretty much spying on them.

When the door finally closed, Trent's hands found your waist and spun you around. You started speaking before he could try to himself. “I'm sorry for not telling you I was speaking with Jude, but I swea-”, Trent's lips on yours cut you off, you felt your shoulders relax from this action.

“No, I am sorry. This was stupid, I just really wanted to spend the day with you, only you, I mean. I actually love the fact that you get along with Jude, but I just don't want you to like his company better than mine y’know.” His words relieved you, your pointer finger booped his nose as he let a giggle escape his lips.

“Trent, don't be silly. I love hanging out with Jude but if I could, I would spend every single minute of my life with you. Now... should we start watching The Prisoner of Azkaban?”

Trent led you to your shared bedroom, fingers intertwined to snuggle under the sheets. The both of you perfectly content and satisfied with each other's company.

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noosayog · 7 months

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[... and yet, it's you] - ft. oikawa toru

summary: there's a chinese song with the lyrics 【咸魚白菜也好好味】 which translates to "eating even dried salted fish and bok choi is good." with the meaning that i'm happy with anything as long as it's with you.

wc: 1.3k

for @shibaraki's komorebi collab! thank you for letting me participate, Monty!

1. Sharing a bathroom

The shower is already running when you finally drag yourself out of bed. Your vision is still bleary as you methodically brush your teeth, content to let your mind slowly clear out its sleepy fog to the sound of Oikawa humming in the shower.

You're at the toilet when Oikawa says, "why do you always do that?"

"Do what," you respond.

"Like… let out a little bit of pee before you pee the rest of it out."

You laugh a bit. "You're gonna think it's stupid."

"Just tell me," he says, seriously curious now.

"Once when I was really little, I dreamt that I was peeing in the bathroom but then realized I was still in bed when I woke up to myself wetting the bed."

The shower stops so you can hear Oikawa chuckling. "That wasn't what I was expecting."

"Well, I don't know what you expected but I'm not risking anything. I was traumatized."

"As someone who shares a bed with you, I'm grateful for that."

2. Movie Dates

When you pick up Oikawa's facetime call, you immediately greet him with a "I'm watching a movie and I'm getting to the good part. What do you want?"

He scrunches his nose at you, whining. "Rude!"

"Well?" you prompt. "What do you want?"

"Is it so bad that I missed you and wanted to talk to you?"

You roll your eyes, but affectionately. "I'm putting you on mute."

Oikawa throws out a half-hearted protest but he'll count it as a win that you didn't hang up completely. You mute your side of the line and prop your phone on the tea table facing you, continuing to watch your movie. Oikawa's perfectly content just watching your facial expressions through the small screen and obediently stays quiet.

He mutes his line. too, putting on reruns of an older match but periodically looks over to check in on you. And every time he does, he can't help the grin that stretches on his face as he watches your expressions change scene to scene. Eventually, he keeps his attention glued on your face through the screen, watching your light chuckles and your mouth moving when you exclaim in disbelief over something stupid a character did. By the end of the movie, you’re swiping tears from your eyes and you finally notice that your boyfriend has been watching you.

"Oh my god, Toru," you unmute to say. "That was such a good movie. We have to watch it together next time."

Oikawa's smile widens, eyes crinkling affectionately. "Anything you want, babe."

3. Out Shopping

On a rare Sunday that Oikawa actually takes off, the two of you head to the nearest major shopping mall to pick up some kitchen items. Oikawa keeps a tight grip around your hands as you ooh and ahh at all the colorful things in the mall; one distracted moment and he would lose you in the sea of people.

As you wander to aisles, you pass by the televisions where a rerun of an Olympic volleyball match is playing. Oikawa instinctively slows down to pay attention, taking mental notes of things he should try at tomorrow's practice.

His attention is pulled away when he feels you trying to pry your fingers out of his fists, only able to pull at his hand when his grip tightens.

"Toru," you say, "let go. I want to go see the bowls over there."

"Okay, let's go then," he agrees, tearing his attention away from the screens.

"No," you say, continuing to tug at your joined hands. "You can keep watching. I'll go look myself."

"What? Why? Let's just go together," he offers, but you tug your hand free.

"It's fine," you say, already walking towards the display that has your attention.

"Hey!" he protests, trying to follow your figure that has already blended into the crowds. Even with his towering height, he does his best to follow after you, locking in on the colorful sweater you decided to wear today.

Despite Oikawa having a significant edge over you in the height department, your little legs carry you surprisingly fast as you weave through people moving in every direction. The distance between the two of you grows larger until you finally stop to admire the collection of pottery on the shelves. He hastily closes the distance before you take off again.

"Geez, for someone so short," he punctuates this statement with a heavy hand on your head, leaning heavily on it to dramatically catch his breath, "you sure walk fast."

You swat his hands away and reach up to the top shelf for the set of bowls you like.

He easily grabs them for you and puts them into the basket that he was sure wasn't in your hands when you were still by the TVs. He plucks the basket out of your grip and continues to tease you.

"It's always the short ones that walk like today's the last day of their lives," he laughs.

"Shut up, Toru," you fix him with a scathing glare and he holds his hands up in surrender.

You scoff, but take hold of his hand again, leading him to the next display you want to take a look at. He smiles contentedly now that your hands are joined again. And that's all he really wanted.

4. Bedtime Routine

You’re in bed, all tucked in when Oikawa finally joins you. He quietly prepares for bed and gently gets under the covers so as not to wake you. His arms reach over, ready to pull you in for a good night kiss but he doesn’t get the chance because one of your hands pops out from under the duvet to smack him in the forehead.

“Ow! Why?!” he sputters.

You scowl at him. “How many times do I have to tell you to shut the door when you come in!”

“Okay, okay,” he rubs his forehead but obeys. The door shuts. “Happy?”

You grunt.

He chuckles a bit, charmed at your grumpiness.

He tries again to pull you in, but this time, your hand reaches out to pinch the nearest part of his body. That happens to be his left pec.

“Ouch! What now?”

“Did you open the windows?”

Without complaint, he climbs out of bed again to open the window, allowing a gust of cold night air to swallow the room. He sees your legs wiggle a bit from under the duvet and smiles inwardly.

For the third time, he climbs in bed but stays a good distance away in case he forgot any other part of your night ritual.

You turn around to face him, duvet pulled above your nose so he can only see your eyes.

“Why are you so far?”

“Are you done hurting me?”

You scoff. “As if you even felt any of it.”

“My forehead is red!” he exclaims.

“Fine, stay on that side then.”

Oikawa can’t help but laugh, shifting over to you and wrapping you up in a hug so tight, you let out a squeal when he squeezes. He doesn’t want to let go, so he keeps his arms tight around your torso and turns to lay on his back, pulling you so that your entire body is splayed over his.

“Toru, I’ll squash you!”

He ignores you and just nuzzles gently into neck. You sigh and shift so that you’re chest to chest with him, your head falling to the side so that your noses don’t collide. You’ll never tell him that you like the windows open every night so that the room is cool enough for you to bask in his warmth without overheating.

Oikawa sighs, smoothing his palm over your back. “Good night, baby.”

You murmur it back.

Oikawa thinks this is it. This is the life - just being able to do your silly nighttime routine with you. Your warmth lulls him to sleep and he’s almost there when he feels you prop up, palms pushing hard enough on his chest that it forces an exhale out of his lungs.

“Did you get me a glass of water? You know I get thirsty in the middle of the night.”

He sighs, but obliges all the same.

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reareaotaku · 8 months

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Lively Party

Summary: Stu invites you to a party at his house and you realize this will be your only chance to experience a fun high school party like in the movies Characters: Yandere! Billy Loomis x FEM! Reader [I wanted to make this a Stu x Reader x Billy, but I couldn't fit Stu in where it'd make sense] Tw: Alcohol, Underage Drinking, Prescription Drug Abuse/Misuse, Dub-Con, Everyone is Single, Dryhumping, Daddy Issues, Voyeurism

You watched as Stu fiddled with a bright orange bottle. You could hear the click of the pills bouncing off of each other and onto the plastic container. He looks back up to you, his eye shadowed.

"So?"

You looked up to his face, wide eyed, before looking at the group, "Um.. You know what, yeah. I'm sure I can get off before the party."

"Great. God, I love when things come full circle." He stands up and pulls you in for a waist hug, but you push him back to where he had previously been sitting. He laughs it off, leaning his head back and sticking his tongue out like some sort of KISS member. God he had such a freaky tongue.

You hear a honk and look back to see your father, but before you can fully leave, Tatum calls you back.

"Oh, and Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"It's a High School party, try not to be a buzzkill."

You roll your eyes, walking backwards towards your dad's car. "Buzzkill? I'm not a buzzkill. I'll show her a buzzkill."

You should have known better than to accept Stu's invitation to the party. Granted you would never be able to tell by his outgoing nature, but he had something planned for you. Something really special.

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"Just take it Y/n. Hell, even Sidney took some," Stu pushed the drugs towards you and you hesitate, before grabbing them and quickly swallowing them.

You hit a shot to push them down, before shaking your head and smirking at Stu. "Happy?"

"Very." He jokes, before grabbing your hands and lightly carassing them with his thumb, "Ah, I'm only messing with you, Y/n. You're so uptight."

"I'm not uptight."

"Y/n, I can practically see knots in your shoulders," Tatum jokes, pushing her shot glass to the middle of the table.

You roll your eyes, grabbing Stu's beer bottle. "How about a game?"

"I like where this is going," Stu leans in closer, "What kind of game?"

You smile, fiddling the bottle between your fingers, "How about a little spin the bottle? You can decide what you have to do."

He smiles, now he was practically nose to nose with you, "How about 14 minutes of Heaven?"

"I thought it was 7 minutes of Heaven?" Sidney speaks up, "Besides, why would we want to play a sex game."

"Maybe you'll finally get laid, Sid," Stu jokes, causing Billy to smack the back of his head. Stu looks back, rubbing his head, "Man that hurt."

Randy finally speaks up, you had almost forgot he was there, "What can you really do in 7 Minutes, Sidney?" He practically snatches the bottle out of your hand, "I'll bite." He then spins the bottle, before it ultimately lands on you, though before Randy can say anything, Stu's knee hits the table and the bottle tilts towards Tatum. Randy looks at Stu, accusingly, "I saw that. It landed on Y/n."

"Ops." He shrugs, "Take it or leave it, Randy."

"You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted, Randy," Tatum jokes sarcastically, before rolling her eyes. She gets off the couch, heading towards the closet. She looks over her shoulder towards Randy, gesturing for him to come.

Stu grabs a timer, setting it for 14 minutes, before he leans into the couch, "Well, who wants to spin next?"

"You can't do anything with them in the closet-"

"There's multiple closets, Y/n."

"This feels like you just want to get laid, Stu," Sidney remarks, rolling her eyes.

"Who doesn't?" He laughs, as you grab the bottle, spinning it harshly.

"Don't take out all your daddy issues on the bottle, Y/n."

You look up towards Billy, smirking, before looking down at the bottle, which had stopped on the big mouth goon. "You're right. I shouldn't take it out on the bottle," You grab his bicep, pulling him towards you, "I'll take it out on you instead."

"I guess that leaves me and you, Sid baby-"

"Don't even think about it."

There was a loud ring and the door opened to an annoyed Randy and Tatum with her blouse torn. Before you could question what had happened, you were shoved into the closet.

"Have fun, kiddies." Stu slams the door and you're shoved into Billy's chest.

You feel his hands grip your arms, pulling you up. He smiles down at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You can let me go, Prince Charming."

"Oh, cats go claws? What are you too good for me?" He said the last part as an accusation and almost as if he was angry with you.

"No, I just didn't think we'd get picked together, especially so soon-"

"So you wanted someone else?"

"No!" You pull him close to you, "No. You're fine-"

"Fine? That's it?"

"What do you want me to say, Billy? 'You're an incredibly handsome man, Billy," You grab his shirt by the collar, "Do me. Do me right now'," You close your eyes, before dramatically put your hands by your head, as if you were a damsel in distress. You peek open one of your eyes, "Is that what you wanted?"

There wasn't even enough time for him to reply before his lips are on yours. He grabs your back, forcing you forward so you can't run away from him. He pulls away, only for a moment, to catch his breath. He looks at you with sharp eyes; Watching you like a predator with it's prey.

He squeezes your cheeks, before kissing you again, this time, exploring your mouth. You can feel his rub against the roof of your mouth, sucking you in. You pushed on his chest and he pulled away. You sighed, looking up at the saliva that connected between your mouths. He was so close... So close you can feel his icey breath fan your face.

Suddenly, he was touching you, all over. His hands raked your body feeling every inch of you. He reached to your waist, soft hands delicately gracing your v-line. He grabbed the edge of your shirt, before pulling it over your head.

He grops your tits and sucks on your neck. He pushes you back on the wall, as he fiddles with your waist band. You grip onto the back of his shirt, groaning into his neck. He pushes his leg in between yours, lightly rocking it back and forth.

Your nails dig into his skin as he rocks into you faster. He thrusted himself into you, moaning into your neck. You could feel him harden against you, but before he could feel you up anymore, the door opens and a bright light is shined in your face.

"Time's up, you little rabbits."

You pick up your shirt, before pulling it back on. You glared at Stu, "Not even a knock?"

"What can I say? I love to watch."

#yandere x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy x reader #billy loomis imagine #billy loomis x you #yandere billy x reader #yandere billy loomis #yandere billy loomis x reader #yandere killer x reader #yandere killer #yandere scream #yandere ghostface

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lovelybrooke · 9 months

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Hello can I request platonic yandre teen gojo and child reader with a strong curse technique?

Gojo x high cursed energy reader

I don't know much about teen Gojo, since I haven't been able to watch past season 1. So for these headcanons I'm doing teacher Gojo. Hope that's okay. If not, I can always rewrite it if you want.

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I've always liked the idea of Gojo taking in a high curse energy reader as a way of protecting them. You were so young, you didn't understand the power you contained, so it was Gojo's job to protect you.

I view Gojo as a goofy father, someone who just wants to make his child happy more than anything. From what I've read, Gojo didn't have that great of a childhood, so he strives to give you what he couldn't. He doesn't place a value on you based your strength, he doesn't force you to become a sorcerer if you don't want to. He does everything he can to make you happy every second of the day.

Gojo is naturally possessive of his child, wanting to keep you all to himself. His possessiveness is due to his fear of you growing up. He's afraid that if you go out a see the world, you'll realize how possessive and controlling he is and leave him. It's why he does everything for you, so that you're in this constant state of dependance on him. Even as you get older, Gojo keeps babying you, like there's still a little baby somewhere inside you.

Gojo doesn't talk about he found you, even when you ask, he keeps it as a secret. It's mainly because he doesn't want you to know about your own strength. While he doubts, you'll ever be able to defeat him, he fears your power might motivate you to leave him. He'll keep your power a secret until you eventually figure it out, which then he'll offer to train you.

Training is something Gojo learns to love. He sees it as some ultimate form of bonding. He never goes too hard on you, fearing he'll hurt you. He also always stops training if he believes you're going to hurt yourself, even if you think you can handle more.

Training is never done with the purpose of you becoming a sorcerer, he doesn't even think you'd want to be a sorcerer. Training is done so that you can control your cursed energy in case of an emergency. If you ever bring up becoming a sorcerer he'd ask if he could think about it and then never bring it up again. He believes you becoming a sorcerer would drive you two away from each other by making you more independent.

Gojo desperately wants you to have a good relationship with Megumi. There's nothing more that he wants than a happy family, and he believes you're the final piece. Whenever he sees you and Megumi together, he gets so happy, its everything he's ever wanted.

Gojo will do anything to protect you. He doesn't care if it puts his job or safety at risk, he'll destroy whatever he can to protect you. If you're in a situation where he knows you can protect yourself than he might hold back and let you do your thing. But, if you're in even an iota of danger, then he's stepping in immediately to take you to safety. Afterwords, he reprimands you lightly, hoping you know that it's because he couldn't live with himself if you were hurt in any way.

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A/n: Hope you enjoy. If I ever watch the movie/new season, I'll rewrite this to fit the ask better.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #platonic yandere jjk #yandere jjk #jjk x reader #yandere gojo satoru #platonic gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #platonic yandere gojo #yandere gojo

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 4 days

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Alrighty! @number-one-shadisper-shipper and I binged the Knuckles series today, so time for thoughts! SPOILER ALERT.

I'll admit the show wasn't perfect. I've seen the negative reviews, and I kinda get where they come from. BUT! I did enjoy this show greatly! And I'm not here to complain. Time for some happy thoughts, y'all! 💙🤩

I think you need to have a love, not just tolerance, for the SCU in order to properly enjoy this show. I do have such, so I had a lot of fun with it.

There were definitely scenes from every episode that had me either squealing, laughing, crying, or flipping out. But my favorite was likely the first episode, because come on, we saw the Wachowski family! Most of them, anyway! While I missed Tom's presence, I was grateful for that comment from Maddie about him being "out of town," so he wasn't just gone for no reason.

The SECOND it showed our three space babies hanging out together in their room?! I SCREAMED. THE BOYS!!!!

Tails sitting on his bed tinkering with one of his gizmos, Sonic rocking out to music with an air guitar, and Knuckles exercising from one of the ceiling planks. IT'S THEM!!! They're just hanging out, doing their thing, looking oh so much like brothers. And Sonic's narration at the beginning was GOLD. 🤣💙

Even though we didn't get enough of Maddie being a parent, we definitely got a nice chunk for it only lasting part of an episode. Maddie called Knuckles "one of our kids" (that had me SCREECHING). The angry mama vibes were GOLDEN. 🤣 The way she made breakfast for them, the "Boys, breakfast is ready!" I love the normalcy of it! Can't wait to see more in the future! (Her calling to them with "boys" is somehow just the sweetest thing and I'm melting.)

The poor mailman being like "I just wanna go home, man" 🤣

We were right, fellas, Knuckles had no idea what being grounded meant. 🤣 Although the way Sonic piped up with "Oh, I definitely know what it means," has me suspecting that Sonic himself has gotten grounded a decent amount before. 😂

Knuckles trying to talk back, and Maddie going, "ExCUSE ME?!" then just making those tiny, terrifying noises and Sonic being like "Bro don't mess with Mom when she's mad" (okay, he didn't say "mom" and that made me sad, but the mom vibes were 110% there so I'm here for it). 😂 And since Knuckles snuck out and later Wade said, several times, "Aren't you grounded?" seems to confirm that this entire show is basically what Knuckles does when he's grounded. 🤣 Although ... his comment about not being able to be grounded because he had no home made me very sad. 😭

I did not have an issue with so much Wade screentime! Sure, he isn't my favorite SCU character, but I love what this show did with him! I'd already seen his moments in the movies (like nearly shooting Robotnik in the face with an actual handgun). I like how they gave him actual family issues; a dad who abandoned him and his family, a realistic sister, a mom. Bad family memories. Awkward reunions. They could've made it a joke, but they didn't, and I greatly appreciate that. Especially since I've witnessed firsthand how painful family separations can be. 😔

All the emotional talks Wade and Knuckles had caught me off guard in the best way! The way they talked about their different family issues, the way they talked of betrayal from friends, and being left alone, hit way harder than I was prepared for. Especially that talk they had at the burger place in the middle of the night? Oof. Good talk right there.

Also, even though they took a "show don't tell" take with it, I loved how Knuckles relaxed more and more throughout the show. In the beginning, he couldn't rest, he couldn't sit back and have a genuine good time. But the more he hung out with Wade and his family, the more he learned. He learned about music and found "his jam" (that was literally amazing btw). He watched movies with Mrs. Whipple and ate snacks in the hotel room in Reno and watched more movies. He had his teenager moments of rolling his eyes and rebelling, but he was so well portrayed here, I loved it. I felt for him.

Despite the bizarre nature of the episode "Flames of Disaster," (we were cracking up so hard) I'm trying to glean bits of the truth of Knuckles's story from the crazy musical play that Pachacamac put on in Wade's dream. I mean, "Longclaw" and her tribe were there, and ... what the heck was that giant demon thing?! Iblis?! Does our Knuckles Wachowski have an actual history with freaking Iblis?!?! 😱🔥

I was deeply intrigued by the two main antagonists, especially at the implication that G.U.N. did seem to exist before the events of the first movie?! Did it exist, get disbanded after the Maria incident, then get reformed?! My brain is exploding. 🤯 I was even more shocked that they apparently died? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, the Wachowski kids don't seem to have much qualms about getting rid of the baddies for good as the game versions do. That was a terrifying phenomenon, what happened with the two rings. 🫣

And then the Buyer getting crushed by the giant glass ball 👀

Although in those last two episodes, I admit I was freaking out and legitimately near tears at Wade's seemingly having to "betray" Knuckles. Before the reveal that all was in good communication, all I could think was how relaxed Knuckles finally seemed, chilling in the hotel room, being excited about whatever Wade wanted to "show" him, questioning whether it was a song, him declaring that he was going to bring his favorite hat, 🥹 all I could think was of their previous discussions about betrayal from friends and family, and when Knuckles called Wade "my friend" right before the elevator doors closed, I just about sobbed. I was like "please, don't let him be betrayed, don't let him have come all this way and relaxed so much only to get 'betrayed' once again by someone he's come to consider a friend." 😭 We heaved a HUGE sigh of relief when it revealed he was aware of the trap the whole time. 😪

Maternal instincts went nuts when he got so badly hurt in that final battle 😭 I literally reached for the screen several times and was right back to almost weeping 🥲 And someone tell me I wasn't the only one noticing the parallel in that scene with Wade standing in front of his unconscious body the way Tom did with Sonic in the first movie. That, PLUS Knuckles's epic comeback, and his retrieval of his own power?!?! EPIC!!!!

The ending was abrupt, sure, but the pure joy on Knuckles's face after everything as he jumped up to high five Wade was just too sweet. 🥹

So yes, even though I would have loved just a little more, a return to Green Hills, a reunion with Maddie, Sonic, and Tails, I adored this show. It was a wild ride, full of laughs, tears, excited screeching, etc. 💙💛❤️ I don't care what anyone says, nothing will make me hate it.

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coolemmasulivan · 8 months

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With You | 3

Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader

Summary: You're Bernardo Silva's sister and you and Rúben have a crush on each other. After moving to Manchester, you and him realise that some things in the past were not what it seemed.

Word count: 3117

Author's note: English isn’t my first language. This is not the final.

You can read part 1 here and part 2 here

You kiss me in your car and it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

You, Ines and your family were in Istanbul to celebrate the win with Bernardo and the team. It had been a while since you last stepped into a stadium, but you couldn't have chosen a better day to support your brother.

You watched the game next to Ines and Rúben's brother, that was also with his parents. You couldn't recall the last time you felt so anxious about a game.

The match was still in the first half when Ivan whispered in your ear. "Are you still ignoring my brother?"

You rolled your eyes. "I don't want to talk to him! Every time I feel like answering his calls, I remember how he hurt me. I know it's stupid. We were together for just one night."

"It's not stupid. You were good friends and it seems like neither of you had a simple and meaningless crush on each other but actually fell in love."

"Then, I think only one of us fell."

"Y/a, believe me, Rúben's been in love with you since the first time he saw you. He should be the one to tell you, and that's what he has been trying to do, but that girl forcefully kissed him. He didn't even realize that you stopped talking to him because of that."

You studied his eyes, searching for any hint of deception. "Don't you lie to me."

"I'm not. I would never lie to you." You knew he was telling the truth. "I know he wants to talk to you face to face, but next time at least answer his call." You didn't say anything and he didn't push you forward.

When the game ended you couldn't be happier for the team. They had won a historic treble. The atmosphere both inside and outside the stadium was filled with pure joy and magic.

Inside the field, you hugged Bernardo. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you."

Bernardo held you tightly in his embrace. "I'm happy you're here."

"I know how much you worked for this. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Not too far away you saw Rúben hugging his mum. He looked so happy, enjoying the company of his family. His eyes sparkled with happiness as he laughed and chatted with his brother and parents.

You also wanted to hug him, congratulate him, and tell him how proud you were.

Ruben wanted the exact same thing. At such an important part of his career, all he wanted was to be able to share this moment with you.

Back in Manchester, and with the excitement of the parade through the streets of Manchester, Rúben finally approached you. He had drunk two shots as he had promised the team that he would do so if they won. However, the warm liquid was not having the desired effect on him.

As you were conversing with Michèle, Bruyne's wife, the defender came up to you.

"Hello, Michèle!" She greeted him with a smile and he gently placed his hand on your lower back as he turned to address you. When you didn't step away from him, he took that as a good sign. "Can we talk?"

"I'll go find Kevin. It was nice meeting you, Y/a."

"You too." You smiled. As you gazed at Rúben standing before you, you couldn't help but notice that he looked pale and sweat was forming on his forehead. "Are you okay?" You asked concerned.

"What? Yeah, yes, I'm fine." He ran his hand through his hair.

"You don't seem fine, Rúben."

"It must be because of all the travelling." His voice sounded deeper than normal and it surprised you that you could smell alcohol on his breath. "Can we talk, please? About us?"

"You really want to do this right now?" He looked up and let out a deep breath. He was getting more pale. He placed his hand on the window, smashing the curtain against it. "Rúben, what's going on? You're pale. And it looks like you've been running the marathon." He didn't say anything.

You felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. You frantically scanned the room, prepared to summon help, but before you could react, Rúben yanked the curtain aside and vomited.

You covered your mouth in shock when you saw that Mrs Grealish's handbag was hidden behind it.

Silent filled the room, but quickly people started laughing. Everyone knew that Rúben didn't drink alchool, so the situation was pretty amusing.

When it seemed like it had stopped, you and Ederson helped Rúben up.

"Você está bem, cara?" He asked him as he kept laughing. (Are you okay, mate?)

You both helped him sit down and Pep gave him a bottle of water. He drank half of it and his colour started to go back to normal.

"Mate, not my mum's bag!" Jack shouted when he realised where he had vomited.

Rúben ignored him and grabbed your hand, afraid you'd run away. "I need to talk to you. I didn't kiss that girl." As soon as he suggested having the conversation in front of everyone, you couldn't help but widen your eyes in surprise. And so did Pep, Jack and Ederson. "I didn't! She came to me. I thought it was you." Your heart stopped when you saw Bernardo approaching all of you, a beer in his hand.

Jack was quick and with a hand around his shoulders, he distracted him and led him back toward the drinks.

"We're not going to have this conversation here, Rúben."

"So when? You never answer my calls."

"Maybe when you feel better." You grabbed your purse from the sofa. "Go celebrate with your teammates. You deserve it!" You said goodbye to Pep and Ederson and left.

Pep looked between Rúben and Ederson, arms crossed in front of his chest. "What happened? Are you two dating?"

Ederson felt like he hadn't stopped laughing. "He wishes."

Rúben stood up, keen to follow you, but Pep made him sit down. "You're not going after her. Not today, Dias. She's right, you need to celebrate with your teammates."

They were getting on the bus for the parade when he received a text from you.

Y/a: As I said, you should be celebrating, not worrying about us. Just give me more time. I promise I'll talk to you when I'm ready. Congratulations on the treble.

Perhaps that was not exactly what he wanted, but it made him smile like an idiot just by having a text from you, congratulating him.

Rúben: I'll wait as long as you need. I'm not going anywhere.

Throughout the entire parade, his smile and happiness couldn't be more obvious. But at night, when his head hit the pillow, he quickly fell asleep dreaming about you.

You didn't text him anymore and Rúben gave you the space you needed.

One week later Rúben and some of the boys were gathered at Jack's house, enjoying a movie together before they all headed out for their respective vacations when his phone rang and Bernardo's name appeared on the screen.

"Sim, Bernardo!" He answered without taking his eyes off the movie. (Yes!)

"Rúben, ajuda-me!" The tone of his voice was serious. "I don't know where she is." (Help me.)

He told Jack to lower the volume as Bernardo spoke too quickly and incoherently, making it difficult for him to be heard. "Wow, calm down. What are you talking about?"

"Y/a! She disappeared." Rúben felt like someone was stepping on his chest.

"What? Disappeared how?" At his words, the rest of the boys turned their heads towards him.

"I haven't heard from her since yesterday morning and I talk to her every day."

He got up from the sofa. "Doesn't she live with you?"

"She moved two weeks ago. I went to her house, she's not there." He let out a sigh. "Fuck, you need to help me. You know how she is. If she can get lost in Lisbon, who knows what can happen in Manchester."

"Bernardo, stop! I'll go look for her and I'll ask the boys to help. We're going to find her. It's going to be fine."

You were soaked from head to toe. It had been sun when you left in the morning, so you didn't feel like you would need an umbrella.

You were tipsy and your phone had no battery. Worse, you couldn't remember the name of the street where you lived or Bernardo's.

"Hello, doll!" A man said when he walked by you with his friends, but thankfully they didn't stop.

It was Friday, you and your colleagues had enjoyed a meal together and after that, you went to a bar recommended by Mike, one of your coworkers. However, the bar didn't live up to its reputation.

As you made your way through the party, your friends began to leave due to the unpleasant atmosphere of the bar. However, Mike was too intoxicated to leave, so you stayed to keep an eye on him. Unfortunately, you got separated when he went to get another drink. You searched for him all over, but with no luck, you eventually left without him.

Not long after you left, it start raining and the truth was that you didn't even know where you were and where to go. The bar seemed to be hidden from the rest of the city, surrounded only by factories and warehouses with no sign of any taxis in sight.

You hadn't paid attention on the way to the bar and you regretted deeply.

Rúben and Jack had been looking around the more sketchy streets. The car remained quiet, with the exception of Jack's occasional instructions to turn left or right.

"We're going to find her!" Jack stated, noticing the anxiety on Rúben's face as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Rúben didn't say anything. "Turn to the left. There used to be-- what is that?"

"What?"

"There!" Jack pointed at the figure kneeling down, beside a factory gate where the rain didn't fall. "Is that a person?"

"It's her!" Rúben abruptly stopped the car and quickly got out, running toward the person. As he drew near, he knelt down and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. The woman's lifted her face, frightened and taken aback by the sight of another person. Ruben's heart sank. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

Jack approached them with an umbrella. "Oh. Hello there, what are you doing here in the rain?"

She looked high. "I'm waiting for my taxi."

Since she didn't look well and since they didn't really believe her, they waited with her. Not long after the taxi showed up. Jack helped her inside it, telling the driver to make sure she got home.

"Fuck, I really thought it was her." Rúben grumbled.

Jack patted him on the back. "Come on, let's go find your girl. I'll drive."

They started walking toward the car when a voice made them stop.

"Rúben?"

Both of them looked back and there you were. Wet, without an umbrella and a jacket that he was pretty sure it didn't do anything to stop you from freezing.

"Y/a!" He left the safety of Jack's umbrella and ran toward you. He hugged you tightly and you instantly hid your face in his neck, letting the first tears fall.

The rain kept falling more heavily and Jack stood still, questioning himself if he should just approach them with his umbrella or not. He didn't want to interrupt their moment. I mean they're already wet, he thought.

He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back just enough to see your face. "Where were you? We've been worried sick about you."

"My phone died and I can't remember the name of my street." More tears fell down and you only hoped Rúben would think it was from the rain. You felt so pathetic. "Just take me home, please. I want to go home."

With his arm over your shoulder, he brought you to the car and Jack opened the back door for you to enter. Rummaging through the trunk, Rúben pulled out a city coat to wrap around your trembling frame. Your exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids, and you felt as though you had just finished a marathon.

"Where does she live?" Jack asked him, when he drove away.

"I don't know. Just drive to my house." He looked back and saw you had fallen asleep. "I'll call Bernardo to let him know we found her."

At his apartment, Jack unlocked the door and let Rúben in with you in his arms.

"Do you need help with anything?" Jack asked as he extended a blanket over the sofa, for Rúben to place you down.

"No, thanks. You can go." He took off his jacket, feeling like it was becoming a second skin against his muscles. "I'll have to wake her up. She needs to take a hot shower or she's going to get sick."

Jack put down the keys to the house on the coffee table and said his goodbye.

You opened your eyes when you felt someone shaking your shoulder and calling your name. You saw Rúben kneel down in front of you, with his hair wet. When you looked around you saw you were lying on a sofa in what you assumed was his house, the photos on the wall giving it away.

"Where are we?"

"In my house. You need to get out of these clothes and take a hot shower, or you're going to be sick."

You were too tired to protest. He helped you up and led you towards the bathroom. You felt like your clothes had been glued to your skin. You had never hated rain so much.

"Wait here! I'll go grab something for you to wear." You sat down on the sit toilet and looked around the room. His bathroom was very clean and very organised. The white towels looked comfy and his products next to the sink were all very well organised. "Here! A t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms."

"Thank you." You murmured. "But what about you? You're going to be sick too."

Rúben looked at your innocent figure. "I have another bathroom in my room, don't worry and take as long as you need." He closed the door behind you and you took off your clothes.

Underneath the hot steaming water, you felt your body relax. You felt like you had been awake for three days straight.

Rúben was in the kitchen, dressed in new and warm clothes, when you stepped out of the bathroom wearing his clothes. The t-shirt was too long for your small figure and sometimes you had to hold the sweatpants because they wouldn't stay on your waist. But you looked good. For Rúben you always looked good.

"I guess the clothes are a little big."

You chuckled. "Yes. A little."

"I can give you a pair of boxers, maybe they'll be more comfortable."

You shook your head. "It's okay." You leaned against the kitchen island.

He placed a mug of hot cocoa in front of you and you thanked him. "I called Bernardo. I told him you're here. He almost cried."

You smiled. You were lucky to have a brother like him. "I'm so stupid."

Rúben took his chances and took a step closer to you. "Don't say that. It could happen to anyone."

You looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows. "Have you ever forgotten where you live?"

Rúben bit his lip and drank a little of his drink. "I mean, no, but it could happen."

You chuckled to yourself and glanced down at the mug. After a minute or so, you broke the silence. "How did you find me?"

Rúben looked at you. "I don't even know. Maybe it was meant to be."

You moved your foot uncomfortably. "I'm tired." It was not a lie, but it had to work as an excuse to not have the conversation he so desperately wanted. "I'll think I'll go to bed." Rúben had shown you the guest room before you took a shower, so the plan was to go to sleep and hide there until Bernardo came to pick you up the next day. "Goodnight, Rúben!"

Rúben gently grabbed your arm and pulled you against his chest. "You scared the shit out of me today." His eyes were mesmerising, but you couldn't help but glance at his lips. "The thought that something could have happened to you made me completely mad."

"Rúben, stop."

"And it made me realise how much I still like you. I never stop liking you." All you wanted was to get lost in him. His arms, his lips, his touch. "That girl, at that party, she kissed me! I was also going back to talk to you and when she grabbed me, I thought it was you. When I realised it wasn't, I pushed her away. When I went outside, I saw the car leaving."

You wanted to trust him, but how could you be sure he wasn't lying? You had been hurt by every man you had ever been with. What made Rúben any different?

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"I had a crush on you since Bernardo introduced us and we had just been together. Why the hell would I kiss someone else? You were the only person I could think about."

"Well, you're a man!" You crossed your arms over our chest. "A very attractive one with a bunch of women following you."

"I don't care about that. The only woman I want is you. It's always been you." You closed your eyes and turned your face, but Rúben cupped your cheeks and made you look at him. "Just give me a chance. Give us a chance. You know we're good together."

You looked at his eyes, searching for any kind of lie, but he appeared completely pure and truthful. Your eyes were watering. "I swear to god, Dias, if you hurt me, I'll kill you." He smiled at you and leaned his forehead against yours. "I'm serious!"

"I know! But you don't need to worry. I'll never hurt you." He caressed your cheek and leaned forward, finally capturing your lips after all this time.

The kiss was sweet and gentle. His lips were soft, just like you remembered. Your hands went up, tangling your fingers in his hair, while his hands encircled your waist, pulling you closer if that was possible.

You stopped kissing and looked into each other eyes. Memorizing the moment. He brushed away a strand of hair from your face and kissed your forehead. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Tags

@kathb59 @lunamelona @alwaysclassyeagle @ithinkimokeei @sunny44

#ruben dias #footballer imagine #footballer imagines #footballer x reader #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #rúben dias

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ninigummysmile · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚

Summary: Lisa helps you because your nail polish is still wet

Dom!Flatmate!Lisa x Sub!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 1.293

You arrive at the apartment you share with your friend and lock the door behind you, doing your best not to smudge your freshly manicured nails. It seems that when you get them done in a beauty salon, your nails dry faster, but even then you don't want to risk smudging them just a few hours after you get home.

You go into your room and lie in bed, just fiddling with your phone and waiting for the nail polish to dry so you can do your chores. A trailer for a new movie looks and you watch it in the hope that it will be something good worth going to the cinema to see, because you haven't been to the cinema for a long time.

In the few minutes that you watched it, it was very clear that it was an erotic film with many lines with ulterior motives. It's hard to get excited just watching something like that, with nothing explicit. But come to think of it, it's been a long time since you had something with someone and the last time you relieve yourself was good, but it's never enough when you do it alone.

You try to push those thoughts aside and tell yourself that tonight you'll take care of it. Unconsciously your thighs close together and you feel a small pulsation in your center. How is something as idiotic as a trailer able to release such thoughts and feelings from you?

You spread your legs and feel your panties stick to your skin because of the moisture. You place one of your hands over your pants and your clit throbs with desire. Your eyes close and a long sigh passes your mouth.

Your hand moves slowly, applying a little pressure, but it's not enough to satisfy you or help you hold out until later.

Why did you have to get wet right now? If it weren't for your nails, you would have figured this out. An idea crosses your mind, but it's the kind of idea that makes you hesitate.

You and Lisa have seen each other in skimpy outfits, in bikinis and once you even accidentally walked into the bathroom when she had just gotten out of the shower and was completely naked. She already made it clear that if you weren't friends, she would definitely have something with you, of course it was all in jest, but you know when her jokes have a grain of truth.

You take a deep breath and think ten times before you act. You don't want to act on impulse because of a momentary desire and regret it later. But the more you ponder your options, the more your intimate area cries out for attention.

“Lisa” you yell from your room so she can hear you through the closed door. “Lisa?” you call one more time.

“Yes?” she walks into the bedroom rubbing her eyes out of sleep.

“You were sleeping?”

“Almost. What you need?”

“Can you… can you help me with something?” it's not like she hasn't already asked you for help with worse things. Lisa has already made you feel embarrassed or do things you didn't want to, just to see her happy and compared to what you want, it won't be a big deal.

“With what?” she looks around the room as if looking for the problem.

“I just had my nails done and they are still wet”

“If that's the way you want to get rid of the dishes, I don't accept that excuse”

“It's not that”

“Just say it” she notices you trying to search for the right words. “I'm your friend, you know I'll help you with whatever I can”

“Even if that help would be to eat me out?”

“What?!” she almost screams and her eyes widen making all the sleep in her body suddenly disappear.

“Don't pretend you never imagined this before” you see her cheeks flush a little. “You already admitted it to me when you were drunk”

“Damn wine” she mutters.

“Are you going to help me or not? I can wait for them to dry and do it myself”

“You wouldn't call me if you weren't desperate” she smirks. She knows you very well.

You take a stubborn deep breath as if she is wrong. She kneels on the edge of the bed and before unbuttoning your pants, she looks at you waiting for more confirmation that you really want this.

After a nod, she slides the garment off to the floor and stares at the dark stain on your white panties.

She strokes your clit over the fabric and your body relaxes. Without stopping the movements, she leans over your body and looks intensely into your eyes before kissing you with all the desire in the world.

“I've wanted to help you like this for a long time, but it seems you prefer to do it alone at night” she comments, placing open kisses on your neck and collarbone that consist only of teeth and hickeys. “Do you think I never heard you moaning at dawn?” and with that you moan slyly imagining your flatmate listening to you in the next room and you wonder if she's ever touched herself by your noises alone.

“Does that feel good? Are you going to cum just with me playing with your pretty clit?” unexpectedly you come and your legs close around her hand. “I've barely touched you yet, we're just getting started” she takes off your shirt and plays with your nipples until you recover from the orgasm to gain another.

She trails kisses down to your belly and pulls off your soaking panties. Your hips start to move again in search of contact and she laughs, licking your most sensitive point.

She sucks in your swollen bundle of nerves and moans happily at your taste. Your head buries yourself in the pillow and one of your hands tangles in her hair, pulling her closer.

Your second orgasm builds quickly and soon your tight hole contracts around nothing, releasing more juice which your friend happily drinks.

Soon you feel a finger fill you and you lift your head, watching as Lisa slides it in easily and then adds another. As if she's read your mind, she looks at you and says “I know you're sensitive right now, but I'm sure you can give me one more”

You didn't know Lisa's words would affect you as much as they did right now. It's like they awaken something in you, it's something you feel you'll need to hear from now on, because they make you more and more excited and not listening to them more would be a crime.

“Your pussy is swallowing my fingers so well” she says satisfied seeing the fingers disappear deeper and deeper inside you and she goes back to sucking your clit to contain a moan.

Her fingers work fast and every time they go in, they hit the spot that makes your eyes roll and your waist move with the same speed.

“Fuck!” you scream as you come intensely for the third time. Your body shakes and sweat pours through it, making you stick slightly to the sheet.

You are tired and glad for the sensations that run through you. Lisa lays down beside you and takes one of your hands, smiling mischievously after running her fingers over one of your nails and the nail polish is completely dry.

“You know, you can ask me for help again when you need it. Not necessarily because of the nails”

“I will definitely ask. But now, it's my turn to repay what you've given me” she is surprised that you get up so quickly and straddle her lap.

#Lisa #lisa smut #kpop smut #blackpink #blackpink smut #lisa x reader #ninigummysmilesmut

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smileydk · 3 months

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I already knew I was hot

Pairing: Husband!Mingyu x OC

Summary: Jiwoo has a horrible fever. Mingyu tries to get her to rest. She refuses to accept that she has a fever.

cw/tw: fluff, cheesy nicknames (Mingyu calls OC baby/my love/love/princess. OC calls Mingyu Gyu/baby)

Note: Just... you know, Husband!Mingyu on the brain

The sun shone through the blinds as the clock neared 7 in the morning. As cliché as it may sound, the birds were chirping outside the window.

Mingyu smiled and stroked Jiwoo's hair as she slept on his chest. He couldn't understand how he managed to marry such a gorgeous woman.

Hell, she was even gorgeous when she slept.

Jiwoo had a habit of just laying on top of him, listening to his heartbeat, before falling asleep. Or she'd have her arms around his neck with her nose burried in his neck. Mingyu couldn't understand why she liked it.

What he did know however, was that he didn't mind it. Her weight was comforting. And if it made her happy, and sleep well, he would never be able to deny her it.

As his fingers brushed across her forehead his eyebrows scrunched. He laid the back of his hand against her forehead. His eyes widened.

She was on fire.

He gently shook her shoulders. ''My love, wake up'' Jiwoo only mumbled something incoherent. ''My love, you're on fire. We need to fix your fever''

Jiwoo whined but rolled off Mingyu. ''I already knew I was hot, no need to blame it on a fever''

''Baby, you're burning up'' Mingyu ignored her comment and headed for the kitchen.

He found a glass bowl and filled it with cold water. He opened the freeze and threw a couple of ice cubes in as well. He found a rag and walked back to the bedroom.

''Gyu, I'm fine''

''You are such a stubborn woman. You are burning up, love'' Mingyu dipped the rag in the cold water, squeezed out the excess water, and placed it on Jiwoo's forehead.

Jiwoo pouted, but accepted the cold rag.

''Look, I have to go to work. I'll do my best and get off at lunch. I'll bring home some food and medicine. Do not move'' Mingyu pointed a stern finger in her direction.

''Fine''

Mingyu nodded. ''Good'' He started changing out of his gray sweatpants and into his office-wear. ''Change the rag when it starts feeling less... cold. That's the only thing I'll allow you to do, changing the water in that bowl''

''Yeah yeah, hurry up or you'll be late'' Mingyu chuckled and nodded. He tied his tie and leaned donw. He pressed a small kiss to Jiwoo's cheek before he headed out.

As soon as Jiwoo heard the car leave the driveway she sat up. ''He can't tell me what to do. I'm a grown woman'' She mumbled and stood up.

She completely ignored Mingyu's order and started cleaning the apartment instead. She was humming to herself as she vaccumed.

She then started doing the dishes and before she knew it the front door opened and Mingyu stood there, staring at her. ''I gave you one order''

''Gyu, I am a grown woman. I don't have to listen to you''

Mingyu sighed and put down his bag by the door. He undid his tie and walked over to his wife. He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her waist.

''I just worry that you're overworking yourself with that fever. I care about you, baby'' He kissed her forehead. ''Now let's get you back to bed''

''I don't want to~'' Jiwoo laid her cheek against Mingyu's chest. ''I don't like laying in bed, being... useless''

''Fine, sit, I bought food'' He held up a bag of McDonald's.

''Can we watch "Rain Man" while eating?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

''Anything you want'' Mingyu chuckled and headed for the living room. Jiwoo cheered quietly and followed him.

As they started the movie Mingyu handed Jiwoo one of the sodas. He'd bought her a coke and himself a fanta. As Jiwoo took a sip she slowly turned to her husband.

''Wanna switch?'' Mingyu asked with a chuckle. Jiwoo nodded shyly. She knew he loved fanta, but she wasn't feeling the coke.

''You don't have to-''

''Here'' Mingyu removed his straw and held out his cup to Jiwoo. Jiwoo smiled happily and removed her own straw and accepted the cup.

''Best husband ever. Love you!'' She kissed his cheek and sipped the fanta happily.

Mingyu smiled as she smiled. Anything to make her happy.

As they finished the food, and the movie continued rolling, Mingyu dug out some medicine for Jiwoo. ''Deny the fever all you want, but take this now''

Jiwoo sighed. And he called her stubborn. ''Okay... only because you gave me your fanta''

The movie continued and Jiwoo's eyes started to get droopy. She laid down in Mingyu's lap. ''Tom Cruise is an ass''

Mingyu chuckled and stroked her hair. ''Yeah he is''

A couple of hours later Jiwoo woke up in their shared bed. The cold rag was back on her forehead and Mingyu was nowhere to be seen.

But she could hear the shower turning off. She wrapped herself in a blanket and walked into the bathroom.

There he stood. Kim Mingyu. Her husband. Dressed while drying his hair with a small towel.

''Look who's awake! Slept well, my love?''

Even if it was a bit reluctant, Jiwoo nodded. ''Yeah. I might have a bit of a fever. Thank you for forcing me to rest''

Mingyu smiled and wrapped his arms around her blanket-covered body. He rested his head on top of hers. ''Of course. Can't let my wife die to a fever''

''You're so dramatic, Gyu. I want oranges. Do we have any?'' Jiwoo looked up from his chest.

''Yeah. I bought some earlier''

''Ooo!'' Before Jiwoo could take another step, Mingyu wrapped his arms around her waist, threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to bed and laid her down.

''Don't move. I'll get your stupid orange''

Jiwoo groaned but nodded. Mingyu disappeared down to down to the kitchen.

As he stood in the kitchen he stared at the orange for a minute. ''Should I peel it? It would be weird to bring back an unpeeled orange, wouldn't it?''

He argued with himself for another minute. But soon he was back in the bedroom, with the orange, on a plate, peeled and ready to eat.

''Wow, you peeled it for me. Why? I could've done it myself'' Jiwoo questioned and ate a slice.

Mingyu blushed and shrugged. ''Dunno'' He sat down next to her on the bed. ''I just thought I'd be nice... and I know you got your nails done the other day. I didn't want you to ruin them because I know you're picky when stuff get under your nails. And your sick... and it felt weird to give you an unpeeled orange when I said I'd get it for you''

Jiwoo's jaw was on the ground. She must've hit the jackpot or something when she chose to marry this man.

Mingyu blushed a deeper color of red as his wife kind of just stared at him in pure adoration. He didn't know what to do. He just hid in the first pillow he could find.

''Stop staring at me like that'' He mumbled and peeked up from the pillow.

''Kim Mingyu. You are the cutest man on earth. And the best husband ever'' Jiwoo leaned over to Mingyu and hugged him tightly.

''Alright alright, eat your orange. Then sleep''

''I am 25, I can decide on my own when I sleep'' Jiwoo said in a determined tone, but she continued eating the orange.

''A 25 year old who loves when her husband peel oranges for her. And when her husband changes sodas with her because she didn't feel like drinking coke that day. And when her husband forces her to rest even when she's a stubborn asshole who won't accept she has a fever. Want me to continue?''

Jiwoo glared at him. ''My fever is not that bad. I'll live''

''That's not the point. The point is that you're to stubborn to rest when your body literally screams for it. So eat orange. Then sleep''

Jiwoo pouted but nodded. ''Only if you're sleeping with me. Because no way in hell am I sleeping alone at 10 p.m''

''Sure''

So she finished her orange, put the plate on her bedside table and laid back down on her back. Mingyu stared at her with a pout. What the hell was she doing?

''What?'' Jiwoo asked and turned to her husband with a smile.

He patted his chest and held out his arms for her. ''Here''

Jiwoo giggled and shook her head. ''Why do we even have a king sized bed?''

''I don't know. You chose it. Now come here!'' He grabbed her and somehow pulled her on top of him. ''Much better''

''You're cute''

''I know'' Mingyu winked and wrapped his arms around her waist. ''How's your "not-fever" feeling?'' He laid his hand on her forehead.

''I'm fine Gyu''

Reluctantly Mingyu agreed. Her fever had gone down. For now at least. ''Fine, but that doesn't mean you can do stuff. Sleep''

''Love you~'' Jiwoo smiled and laid her head against his chest.

''Love you more''

#fluff #kpop oneshots #kpop fluff #one shot #seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshot #seventeen #svt #kim mingyu #mingyu #mingyu one shot #mingyu fluff #oneshot #carat #teeth rotting fluff #domestic fluff

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yanderes-galore · 10 months

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Can I request Bayverse Leo with your prompts 4, 44, and 45?

I'll see what I can do! Just saw the second movie so I may make this take place around that time or after? Hope you enjoy regardless :) As usual, the build up is poor but I was trying. I'm better with in the moment kind of stuff.

Yandere! Bayverse! Leonardo Prompts 4, 44, 45

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it."

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

"Stop screaming! I can't take it!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, His brothers accidentally encourage him one time and things go wrong, Stalking, Slight overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Threats, Forced relationship, OOC Leonardo, I struggle with Bayverse Ig 🤷‍♀️

Leo knew it was wrong to fall for a human as a mutant. He used to think it was bad news when Mikey showed feelings for April. At the time, he didn't get it.

Now he did.

Leonardo had met you through April and Casey. A human friend who managed to be a good help to them against the battle of the Technodrome incident. It was this big event that made the stoic leader grow curious of you.

After the battle the turtles were accepted by the community for the most part. This made interactions with you easier, which only fed into his growing feelings. He's happy he doesn't have to hide himself from you.

Although there is certain aspects he does hide from you.

Leonardo tried to keep his attraction to you hidden. For now, he's fine being a friend and a hero to you. He often got to speak with you during hang outs with April and Casey.

Leo may be able to hide his attraction from you, but his brothers know him well. Leonardo doesn't try to be impressive or stutter around anyone. It may have partially been Donnie and Mikey's fault for encouraging Leo....

After all, the two encouraged Leonardo to get your number.

It was innocent for the most part! Leonardo passed it off as just wanting to keep in touch. You're friends and a great team... might as well call and text once in awhile?

Being used to the mutants after the Technodrome incident, you accepted Leo's request with a smile. After all he is nice to talk to.... You trust him and his brothers as heroes of New York, after all.

You didn't expect much to come of it.

Phone calls were often exchanged back and forth. Hang out sessions were often set up late at night. You two became close.

Leo's brothers often overheard him talking to you around their home. Leonardo often shed off his stoic leader persona to talk to you casually. Based on the amount of chuckles and compliments, they knew their brother enjoyed his time with you.

They also knew he's leave late at night to meet you. Sure, he could see you in the day now, but night felt so much more natural. You two would still talk and have fun for hours regardless.

For months after the big battle Leonardo stuck beside you. It's been going on for so long his brothers saw it as normal. They can't tell much if Leonardo is doing anything bad at first.

He is.

Leonardo's behavior around you appears relatively normal. He still leaves late at night, he still texts and calls, he's done so for months!

Leo... tends to be secretive.

His brothers, your friends, even you don't see the pictures on his phone. No one ever sees him watching you in the shadows. With his growing feelings... his obsession... he's stealthy with it all.

Leo feels comforted when he watches you at night through your window. There's times he wishes to slip in and watch you closer. He promises he won't do anything weird.

Leonardo wishes you'd be susceptible to his feelings someday. Whenever he looks at you... he feels a yearning in his chest. He doesn't care if he sees you from afar, his phone, or right in front of him... he still wishes you could be closer.

It's a crush, a similar crush he thought was strange with Mikey. Although, his was much stronger than those small feelings. Leo's feelings drove him.

Drove him to do... dishonorable things.

There's signs that slowly start to bleed through. Leo's more touchy when you hang out, often trying to excuse it. He just... wants to hug you, is all.

He also just gets... upset when you turn away. He's upset when you look at one of his brothers or your friends with more affection than him. Do you... not like him? You talk all the time! Surely you must feel similar to how he does by now, right?

He tries to hide things but truthfully... he can't much longer.

You have no idea what he'd do for you... he wants to be yours so bad...

Maybe... it's time you learn just how much he loves you?

This is love... isn't it?

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This... wasn't how love was supposed to go for all. He knew he was being eager yet... ugh, this isn't how a leader is supposed to act! He's... kidnapped you.

The worst thing?

The only thing he hates is your screaming.

He was just trying to show you how much he loved you! It wasn't meant to be kidnapping! He just... brought you home to hang out-

Then he confessed to you in his room... you turned him down. Something snapped in him and he ended up locking the door.... Then you wouldn't stop screaming.

Even when he moved you to a more secure and hidden place to work things out, you kept screaming... calling him a monster over and over again.

You wanted to be let go... he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Your screaming makes him so upset. He hates that he's scaring you but he also wishes you went along with this. Why didn't you accept him...

Now he really is a monster to you.

"Stop screaming! I can't take it!" Leo snaps, gaze staring down your frightened body. He... didn't know he could get so angry. You had the right to be scared....

"No! Let me go you freak! I TRUSTED you! You were my FRIEND! Now look at you! Kidnapping me because of what!? Let me go-!"

"Stop it!" Leo growls, stalking closer. He grips your chain and pulls down. You freeze when you see the gleam of a katana, the turtle in front of you grins. "Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

Leo looks into your crying eyes and quivering lips. Oh... he was only getting worse, wasn't he? He couldn't handle you not loving him to the point he was hurting you...

This isn't him...

This isn't the Leonardo you should love.

"... I'm sorry, baby...." Leonardo murmurs, releasing his grip to stroke the top of your head. "I scared you... you scared me, too. I promise I'll be gentle now. I didn't mean to lose my cool.... This isn't how a leader should act... this isn't how I should act towards the one I love, huh?

"Leo..." You whine softly. "Let me go... please...."

"I can't, baby... you know that." He kisses the top of your head and you cringe. "Not in the meantime, at least."

"You're scaring me...."

"I'm sorry." He holds you in a rough hug. "I just... love you more than anything." He then pulls away and holds your face with a smile.

"My heart belongs to you, I'll adore anything you do to it." Leo sighs, pulling away to look at you in your binds... your tear stained face engraving itself in his mind. "Even if you hate me after all of this..."

Leonardo holds your hands, blue eyes glinting with adoration. It looks to innocent to be coming from him. He's betrayed you, after all....

"I'll love you no matter what happens."

The kiss he forces onto your lips afterwards feels like poison dripping into your mouth.

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt bayverse #yandere bayverse leonardo #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2014 #yandere tmnt 2016

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howlingday · 5 months

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DADDY ISSUES

"The psychological effects of a strained or absence of a father figure in a relationship on a person's mental health and personal relationships."

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Multi-Faceted Arena of Relationships

Ruby: So, what are you planning to do today, Weiss?

Weiss: Let's see... I have a date with Yatsuhashi later.

Ruby: Wait, I thought you were dating Sun?

Blake: I thought she was dating Neptune.

Yang: Last week, she was hanging out with that Mercury guy.

Weiss: Those didn't work out, but I'm sure that once I find some common ground with him, I'll be able to find the right one in him.

Blake: Will that be before or after you sleep with him?

Weiss: Well, who's to say it doesn't happen during?

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Marrying Daddy

Weiss: So, um... Are you seeing anyone?

Ozpin: Ms. Schnee, as flattered as I am by your advances, you fail to understand the reason for your being here.

Weiss: And that is?

Ozpin: That you've been asking the faculty at Beacon, as well as those visiting our highly regarded academy that same question.

Weiss: I'm keeping ky options open!

Ozpin: And risking your career as a huntress, as well as the careers of others! I'm willing to let you off with a warning so long as you give me your word that you'll put an end to these inappropriate actions.

Weiss: ...Do you know if Ruby's uncle is single?

Ozpin: For fuck's sakes...

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Avoiding Engaging Emotions

Jaune: Hey, Weiss, I was wondering if you wanted to study together later?

Weiss: And drag myself down to your level? Absolutely not.

Jaune: Oh, well, uh... Okay... (Walks away)

Ruby: Geez, Weiss! You didn't have to be so mean!

Weiss: Ruby, I am trying to focus on my career! After Professor Ozpin's "curfew," nobody's willing to get near me for any "outside academic activities" that could "jeopardize my future".

Blake: In other words, you can't sleep with half the school and have another pregnancy scare.

Yang: Yeah, and he's got a point. Besides, it doesn't mean you can't study with the rest of us.

Weiss: Actually, yes. It does. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to the library. (Walks away)

Ruby: But... But movie night...

Blake: Don't worry about her, Ruby. We can still watch movies together.

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Jaune: Oh! H-Hey, Weiss!

Weiss: Ugh!

Jaune: W-Wait! Hear me out! Listen, if... If you don't want me here, just say the word and I'm gone- BUT... If you let me study next to you, I'll keep quiet the entire time.

Weiss: ...Fine.

Some time later...

Jaune: ...Pfft!

Weiss: Mrrgh!

Jaune: Sorry! Sorry, it's just... I was reading about Nicholas Schnee.

Weiss: ...What's so funny about him?

Jaune: Well, it's... It's kind of stupid, but my dad's name is Nicholas, and your last name is Schnee, and... Like I said, it's pretty stupid.

Weiss: Uh-huh...

Jaune: ...

Weiss: ...What's your dad like?

Jaune: Huh? Oh, uh, y'know, like everybody else's dad.

Weiss: Somehow, I doubt that. My father was a negligent workaholic who constantly did whatever he could to belittle my successes.

Jaune: Oh, uh... Yeah, just like that.

Weiss: Huh?

Jaune: Dad was always busy, so it was just me, my mom, and my sisters. Grew up with lots of girly stuff in my childhood, and, well, Dad was never really happy about that. He'd get mad at Mom for letting me get into it and then he'd start yelling at me when I was doing that girly stuff.

Weiss: What kind of girly stuff?

Jaune: Well, when I was a lot younger, I used to sit with my legs crossed over like this. (Knee-over-knee)

Weiss: Huh. That's...

Jaune: Weird, right? But Dad set me straight, even if it was the only way he'd ever talk to me.

Weiss: My... My Dad would do the same thing, too. I had to be perfect at everything, even on my first try. And when I would do it perfect, he'd never be there to see it. In fact, I remember one day being really sick, and my father never bothered to visit me. My sister would tell me-

Jaune: "He's too busy"?

Weiss: Yes... Exactly.

Jaune: Dads, am I right?

Weiss: For once, I can actually agree with you on that.

Jaune: (Chuckles)

Weiss: (Smiles) Say... Jaune? How old are you, again?

Jaune: I'm seventeen. Why?

Weiss: What a coincidence. So am I.

#rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ozpin #jaune arc

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Imma just leave this request cause I think it’s silly and cute but that is if you want to it’s your choice

So izana call for tenjiku for a meeting cause he has to announce something or well more like kakucho and they both announce that they need someone to watch over izana baby brother (name) and the reason they can’t is because they are both sick and shion sees this as an opportunity to get on izana best side (cause it’s canon that shion has respects for izana) and immediately volunteers to babysit (name) even thought shion has no clue on how to take care of children

I can imagine that shion struggles a lot with making sure (name) is happy, clean, and fed and maybe when it comes to feeding (name) instead of normal baby food shion is feeding (name) a cheeseburger and other solid foods and surprisingly (name) is eating the solid foods

And due to izana and kakucho not being able to relax cause they fear what shion is doing they secretly send the rest of tenjiku to keep on eye on shion and this is how it would go

Shion: *holding (name) and feeding him a cheeseburger* oh hey guys what’s up?

Ram: why are you feeding (name) a cheeseburger

Shion: cause (name) likes them right (name)

(Name): *nods*

And maybe when izana and kakucho fully recovered from their cold they immediately rush to shion apartment and they see shion sleeping on the couch while (name) is sleeping so peacefully on top of him and when they both wake up and izana picks up (name) and start to leave (name) says his first words which were uncle shion while waving goodbye

Okay I had to get a small bit of help with this one. Since I don't know much about writing for children but it was still a lot of fun. Enjoy!

When the upper members of Tenjiku got the call about their being an emergency meeting, they were confused. They didn't remember a recent gang trying anything. But when they saw Izana and Kakucho wearing masked, and little (Name) walking behind them. They had a feeling they knew what this meeting was about.

"I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Kakucho and I have pretty bad colds. So we need someone to look after (Name)."

The little white hair toddler just hid behind his older brother. Shy. The others shared some looks. When the Haitani brothers were about to agree, Shion beat them to the punch.

"I'll watch him for you." Everyone turned to the him. Confused. Why would he volunteer to watch (Name)?

"If it's for Izana I'll do whatever I can to help." Ah. There it is. His loyalty to their leader is clouding his thought. Izana though just nodded and lightly pushed (Name) in Shion's direction.

The toddler stared at his brothers before slowly walking up to Shion. They stared at each other for a few moments until Shion picked him up. The others flinched as Shion carried (Name) like a briefcase.

Izana immediately looked at the others. Coughing a little and pointed after the leaving figures. "Watch them. If anything happens to (Name). You'll be sorry."

As Shion made his way into his apartment he carefully placed (Name) on the couch. "Now. What to do with you....do you like video games?"

(Name) just stared. Shion shook his head. "Okay no video games. How about....Oh! A new horror movie just came out do you want to watch it?"

That was his mistake on the first day. Was having (Name) watch a horror movie. Poor thing didn't last the first 20 minutes before getting scared so badly he wet himself.

Shion was lucky Mochi was "in the neighborhood" and decided to check in on them. After the lecture and scolding Mochi gave him Shion decided against watching anymore scary movies.

His mistake the second day was food and bathing. Since Shion had given (Name) miso soup he had the night before. Shion didn't really have anything he could feed him. He also didn't know what the tot could eat.

Thats how the Haitani brothers "accidentally" found them at the fast food joint by Shion's place. The brother didn't know how to feel when they saw a dirty (Name) being feed a cheeseburger. Ran thought he was gonna faint.

When Shion saw the brothers he placed down the cheeseburger, andwaved at them. "Hey guys. What's going on?" When they came over Shion went back to feeding (Name). "Shion...why are you feeding (Name) a cheeseburger?" Ran asked with an indifferent look.

Shion shrugged. "Because he likes them. Isn't that right bud?" (Name) looked up, mouth full of cheeseburger and nodded. Rindou cringed. "Then why is he so filthy?" Shion scratchedthe back of his head.

"Well we came from the park. I didn't know what kids liked to do, so I just took him to the park." Rindou pinched the bridge of his nose, under his glasses and sighed. "Well he needs a bath. Pronto." Shion nodded and finished feeding (Name) the burger.

Shion did bathe (Name) when they got home. But he just took a shower and brought the tot with him honestly. Shion was dirty too, so he thought why not kill two birds with one stone.

That was their routine for the next few days. Shion would feed him and (Name) whatever food he had. Then they'd either watch TV or go to the park. Later Shion would wash them both and feed them again. (Name) wasn't going to lie. He was having a lot of fun with his new Uncle.

So when at the end of the week, Izana ad Kakucho came to get (Name) he was kinda sad. He had fun with Uncle Shion. Especially since he would let (Name) eat whatever he wanted, and would take him to the park when he asked.

As his brother picked him up, after thanking the other male for looking after him. (Name) wanted to do something before they left.

"B-Bye! Uncwe Shi!"

Shion's face had lit up so fast. Izana and Kakucho just stared at the waving toddler. "Did he just?" Izana glared heavily at Shion. Then stomped out of the room. Kakucho sighed and followed after them. Great. Now the older male was gonna throw a tantrum.

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tenjiku x male reader #tenjiku #toddler male reader

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skzdreamz · 1 year

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Missing you

pairing: idol!lee know x fem!reader

word count: 1.0K+

warnings: cussing, pet names, suggestive MDNI!

"y/n I'm home!", Minho yelled while kicking his shoes off and placing them on the rack. he had a busy schedule this week and felt like he didn't get to spend enough time with you these past few days. that's why he decided to come home earlier today.

you just finished making dinner when Minho came home and you welcomed him warmly as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. "hi, you're home early? how was your day?", you say. "I noticed I haven't really been able to spend time with you lately and I just miss hanging out with you. what about a movie night tonight?". you smile at him and nod. "but first a shower, wait for me yeah?", he says.

as he finishes up his routine you set the table for the two of you. you can't deny you missed him these last few days, but you understand he's busy. he's doing something he loves and as long as he's happy, you're happy.

you were just about to change in some more comfortable clothes when Minho walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower body. you can't help but stare at his well defined abs as he walks towards you. "shit.." you mumble. "what was that honey?", he smirks. "ah.. nothing.. I was about to tell you dinner's ready".

while eating dinner you were catching up on the things you both have been up to these days. you haven't had much time to talk whenever he came home, because he came home late and exhausted most of the days.

"dinner was great, thank you". you nod and smile at him. "I'll just do the dishes and I'll be back yeah?" you say. "no I'll help you, you've done so much already", he says while placing a kiss on your forehead.

you walk to the kitchen as he follows you. "have I already told you you look beautiful today?", he says as he wraps his arms around you from behind. "that's so cheesy Min, what do you want?", you giggle. "I've just missed you, you know?".

you turn around is his arms and look up at him. "I know, I've missed you too, but we finally get to spend some time together so let's finish up the dishes and then we can watch a movie or something?", you tell him. "we can watch a movie and I won't say no to the 'or something' part", he says while kissing your cheek. you feel your cheeks burning up as he turns you around and starts washing the dishes. the things this man does to you...

after cleaning you two sit on the couch looking for a movie to watch. "what do you want to watch? there's too much to choose from", you sigh. "I'd rather watch you the whole night", he says. you want to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. "a movie Min, m o v i e, okay?" you say as you try to act annoyed. "you don't want to do the same thing? your eyes said something different when you watched me walk out of that shower babe", he says with a grin. you blush as you look away.

you eventually figured you'd just watch an action movie. the only problem is you can't get Minho's comment out of your head. the more you think about it, the more you want to just jump him right there and then. as if he read your mind he spoke "what's going on in that pretty mind of yours huh? you're not even focussing on the movie". you sigh "I'm just tired I guess. do you want to go to bed instead?". he nods as he turns off the tv and leads you to the bedroom.

as you want to climb into the bed Minho pulls you by your waist and places you on top of him. "now tell me what you were really thinking about".

"nothing I was just tired"

"okay, let's go to sleep then"

"are you tired?"

"a bit yes, why?"

"..."

"you want to confess something baby?", he smirks.

"oh come on you can't just walk around like that and expect your girlfriend not to drool over you"

"well thank you for the compliment", his eyes darken "now tell me what you want from me"

his stare is so intense you want to hide from embarassment, but he stops you just in time. "tell me baby, no need to be shy all of a sudden", he flashes you a comforting smile.

it melts your heart to see his eyes soften a bit. even in situations like these he wants to make sure you're comfortable and let you know he wouldn't do things you don't want him to.

while softly stroking his chest with your fingertips you manage to say "I've just missed you so much these days, but I didn't want to bother you because I know you're busy". he shuts you up by kissing you passionately. the kiss gets intense quickly and not soon after you gasp for air. "I've missed you just as much, you never bother me baby. tell me what's on your mind and we'll always make it work, okay?"

the next morning you wake up to Minho's alarm going off. you turn towards him and notice his side of the bed is empty. moments later you hear Minho running towards the bedroom to turn off the alarm. "shit, sorry I thought I turned off the alarms.. I didn't want to wake you just yet", he says. "it's okay, but why are you still here? don't you have a busy schedule today?". he flashes a smile "I wanted to be here with you today so I told the boys to go over the choreography theirselves, they'll figure it out. my top priority right now is you"

you smile and give him a quick peck before saying "what is that smell?". "ah!, pancakes! you coming? go freshen up and I'll wait for you downstairs", he gives you a quick kiss on the lips and turns around to go back to the kitchen.

Times like these makes you wonder how you ended up with a man this caring and handsome. you smile to yourself before washing up and putting on some clothes. you come downstairs and see Minho proudly holding a plate of pancakes for you.

"I'm all yours today. so besides taking my breath away, what else do you want to do today?

So, this is the first thing I've wrote, please do let me know if there are things I can do better! I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'll be back with more.

Also! You can always recommend a story just let me know and I'll try my best to write it for you as quickly as possible!

Thank you,

skz dreamz

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mcflymemes · 11 months

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PROMPTS FROM HITCHCOCK FILMS, PART I * assorted dialogue from movies directed by alfred hitchcock

you'll never get rid of me again.

are you coming to my party tomorrow?

you know what i was just thinking?

i'm asking you to marry me.

why are they doing this?

i loathe you. you have no manners. you're arrogant and conceited.

i've been calling all morning.

i've been thinking of nothing else since it happened.

let me remind you that even the most unworthy of us has a right to life and the pursuit of happiness.

doesn't this make you feel awful?

we are protected by the enormity of your stupidity, for a time.

i may be old-fashioned, but i thought murder was against the law.

don't worry. i'm not going to shoot you.

i think you're the cause of all of this. i think you're evil.

remember, you will only have time for just one shot.

i still think it would be wonderful to have a man love you so much he'd kill for you.

i want you to get rid of all these things.

if that happened, we wouldn't stand a chance!

now why would you want to go and do that for?

will you come in, please? i wish to talk to you.

this is a very strange love affair.

you had no trouble, of course, with the police once they verified your alibi?

it was just an accident.

i do hope you've forgotten about that silly little plan of yours.

i certainly admire people who do things.

my theory is that everyone is a potential murderer.

come see my painting.

it doesn't hurt to be kind.

when's the wedding?

happiness is something i know nothing about.

how did you get him to do it?

say it again. it keeps me awake.

why do you hate me? what have i done to you that you should ever hate me so?

why didn't you call the police?

hell, maybe we're all getting a little carried away with this.

i think it would be a wonderful idea!

i love you more than anything in the world.

i don't want to know! i don't want to know!

would you please get out of here and leave me alone?

i don't think you know what you want.

there are moments in life when we all need a little help.

there i go again. too friendly. it always happens - i meet somebody who i like and admire and i open my mouth too much.

don't ever leave me.

it's the end of the world.

i want to go through life jumping into fountains naked.

a man doesn't tell a woman what to do. she tells herself.

look, i'll make it easy for you.

this chicken took longer than i expected.

an old friend is never an extra guest.

do you think the dead come back and watch the living?

i've opened a window for you. a little air will do you good.

you've nothing to live for really, have you?

i can't forget what it's done to you.

no one will know.

don't you trust me?

are we about to have our monthly fight?

what about the letter you wrote me? is that a lie, too?

i told you what happened.

would you mind waiting?

in case you're interested, i was pushed into that fountain.

i'd like to see you.

what's the matter? is something wrong out here?

we're fighting a war.

i wish i were a stronger person.

i'd love to be able to sleep.

close that door, quickly.

i suppose i'm old fashioned.

i think we're in trouble.

you like me, huh?

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