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whiskeyghoul · 17 days

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She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!reader] Pt.3

Read pt1 here, read pt2 here

A/N: Hello hello, we are finally to the unofficial first date hehe. This is a bit of a longer one because somehow I kept on writing. So once again this is not proofread. I don’t know yet how many parts this story is going to be, because I just want to continue this for as long as I can. I have some ideas for some more future angst that I want to start setting up to keep it interesting. Anyways, enjoy the read. If you do please like, reblog or comment. If you want to be added to my tag list let me know.

WC:2,5K

Tags: Fluff, sweet fluff, two idiots in love, goth!reader, alt!reader, coffee date, but is it really a date, both are flustered messes.

Warnings: Discussions of murder. Nothing worse than in criminal minds itself.

Spencer POV

Spencer stood in front of the lab door again. Hearing the music pour from the cracks, Siouxsie and the banshees again. A familiar situation. Only this time he felt even more nervous than he had before. There was a cup holder in his left hand, the two steaming beverages balanced equally. The smell of cinnamon and coffee filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath. Trying to calm down his racing heart. It had been 4 days since he first called you. 4 Days of wanting to get back to Quantico as quickly as possible so he could bring you the coffee you wanted. He called you every day, short calls at the end of the day right before he’d go to bed. He felt giddy when talking to you, and would go to sleep thinking of when he’d get back. He finally returned late last night, the office was already empty and there was no sign of you to be seen. So he had gone home, planning to get out and get coffee early in the morning. That left him here, in front of your lab.

As Spencer stood, staring at your name plaque next to the frosted glass door, he felt like he might be going too fast. Coming on too strong perhaps. He didn’t have time to worry about it though when the door in front of him opened. The music turned louder as you came into view. Beaming at him, “Were you planning to come in, or what?” Your voice sounded so melodic to him. Sweet, warm, and slightly teasing. “You saw me?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “It’s frosted glass, I knew there was someone waiting. From the height I suspected it was you.” You answered with a shrug. Spencer did notice the slight pink tinge that dusted your cheeks at those words. The way you avoided eye contact for a moment. You were embarrassed. If only just a little. “I got your coffee.” He held out the holder with the two cups, watching you perk up at the sight of the coffee. “Come in, we can sit together.” You answered him, taking the coffee cup marked with cinnamon. Spencer smiled, he quickly fixed his hair when you turned around, following into the lab. You still wore an almost completely black outfit, this time a skirt that hit just above your knee, large black platform boots made you taller than before. He had noticed this time you wore a ripped shirt, still with a logo on the front that he did not recognise.

The music was turned down to a mild background noise. Spencer watched you place the little remote on the desk before you sat on the wooden surface. Turning the chair like an invitation for him to sit. His eyes wandered to your legs, the skirt riding up slightly exposing more of those gorgeous thighs. He quickly placed his bag on the ground, before he took his seat forcing his eyes to your face. He didn’t want to feel like a pervert staring at your thighs. The position causes Spencer to have to look slightly up at you, in turn you smiled at him after taking a sip of your drink. He turned slightly side to side in the swivel chair, a nervous energy overtaking him. His knee bumping into your leg softly. He usually was so full of words, but in your presence he was once again speechless. “How was the case?” You spoke up first, breaking the relative silence that had been over taking. Spencer's eyes wandered to his hands in his lap, where he held the cup a little awkwardly.

“Oh, it was a bit more difficult than expected.” He tried to find his voice, still feeling a little tongue tied around you. “There was a group of male bodies found in more of a ritualistic setting in a warehouse. Laid out with their heads towards each other in a cross like fashion, all dressed in white, and with myrrh found on their hands. At first we thought of ritual killings, after learning they were all members of the parish it seemed most likely…” When Spencer looked up and saw you were watching him with undivided attention he was surprised. Normally when he rambled people were either bored or cut him off quickly because it was an inconvenience to them. Yet it seemed to him you weren’t inconvenienced at all. He stopped, feeling his heartbeat pick up again.

“But it wasn’t a ritual killing? Was it made to look like one then?” You asked him. Your interest in the story was clear to him. You were leaning slightly closer, towards him, the smell of cinnamon mingling with your perfume was a little distracting to him. “It was but not really intentionally I suppose.” He continued to explain the case. He had managed to find his voice, describing what happened, how they managed to track down the unsub, and how the killing was done by a former church member who wanted to expose the victims for their wrong doings. When you would interject with questions he had time to sip his coffee. Slowly but surely the cup grew colder, the coffee becoming less likable with each sip but he didn’t seem to mind as much. So he moved closer to the desk, in turn slotting his knees around your right calf, before placing the coffee cup on the desk. He preferred this, being close to you. Enjoyed the way you were listening to him and showing interest.

“What was it like here?” Spencer asked after he answered your last question about the myrrh, changing the subject to you. He wanted to know how you spent your time, wanted to know what you liked. The idea of learning more about your hobbies and interests had taken up residence in his head. The entire time he had been away there was just this difficulty focussing on the case. Hotch had even called him out on his lack of focus, remarking that he had been unfocused and to get some shut eye if he had a difficulty due to lack of sleep. Instead he had gone back and picked up his phone to look at your number. Debating to call, scared you wouldn’t pick up. When you did hang up the first time he felt a little defeated, his heart was beating out of his chest. However, still feeling like he needed to try again, he hit the call button again. When you did pick up that time, and your voice rang out through the speaker on his phone, relief washed over him. Starting to ramble on as he tried to find the right words to explain how he felt. His heartbeat was still a mess, his head an even worse one. That was until you had explained you had given him his number because you wanted him to call. Suddenly, he could think again.

“Oh, it was fine. When you called I was over at Pen’s place, maybe she told you about it. Other than that it was pretty normal. Currently I am still working on some tests on the stomach contents of a presumed poison victim. I did get something interesting. Do you want to see?” Your smile was infectious as you placed a now empty coffee cup next to Spencer’s discarded one. Spencer watched enamored at your shift, the excitement washing over you showing just how special this thing was. That apparently it had made your week. "Of course." He answered, delighting in getting to know just a little of what you enjoyed. Spencer watched as you hopped off the desk, suddenly standing so close to him. He really looked up at you, taking a deep breath to take in that intoxicating perfume. You were practically straddling one of his legs as you stood there. He was scared to move, just in case he touched something he wasn't supposed to. His heart beating out of his chest, he could swear he could feel the heat from your skin through the fabric of his pants.

The moment was short lived when you moved a step back and around. Making your way to one of the many cabinets that lined the wall. Some with warning stickers only alluding to the dangers of the content. The one you walked to didn't have any of those labels on them, it was lower than most other cabinets picking up what looked like a frame. He watched you, the way your hips swayed did something to him. Spencer averted his eyes before he got off of the chair, walking over towards you. “It came in yesterday after you called. Maybe you find it a little weird so don't freak okay.” You looked back over your shoulder. Spencer's heart skipped a little, for some reason when you looked over your shoulder the light hit just right, making you glow. All he could think about was wanting to be close to you then. How wonderful you looked. More importantly, how soft your lips looked.

“I won't, I have seen a lot of weird things.” Spencer promised. Taking a few steps closer so he was a foot or 2 away from you. His face was still feeling warm as the urge to be close continued to brew. “You probably have.” you turned to face him as you spoke, still holding the box with the glass facing your body. “So, my favorite books of all time are the Hannibal books. I know… predictable. But they are wonderful books.” you turned the box and Spencer was faced with a beautiful death’s head hawk moth, pinned up against a dark blue background. He smiled a little, having you excited over a moth that was on the cover of your favorite book. He had to file that away for later. “I saw someone sell it online, and just had to have it.” You sounded a little embarrassed. He could see the small flush return to your cheeks. “It's a beautiful specimen.” He answered, “Did you know they squeak when distressed?” He added, unable to stop himself from fact sharing. “I do now.” The smile you wore made him want to lean in, want to kiss you. It was overwhelming. So he bit his lip, not wanting to do something to scare you away. This was new.

You turned away from him, placing the pinned moth back on the small cabinet. Spencer took a step even closer without even thinking. When you turned around you looked surprised, head tilting up to look him in the eyes. He took note of the little breath you took in, how your eyes lingered on his face as your surprise faded away. Just like you had done that first meeting. The mood shifted from nervous excitement to something more intimate. “Spencer?” The way you said his name made his mind go stupid, he could listen to you saying his name over and over again for all eternity. “Yeah?” He said it softly, not sure if you really wanted an answer, or if he even had the brain capacity to answer you coherently. “You’re staring.” The tease in your tone was clear as day. Yet you spoke so softly, with your cheeks dusted in pink. “So are you.” He whispered back. His heart was beating out of his chest. "Touche." You whispered back. With how close you were, the mingle of cinnamon and cherry was too much. He couldn’t think any more. His hand was itching to reach up, to cup your cheeks as he would kiss you.

Spencer’s mind wandered with the idea of how your lips would taste. Obviously the cinnamon would be there, but what else. He wanted to find out. Wanted to kiss you until the coffee was gone and he could just taste you. How his hands would course through your soft hair, or hold your head as he kissed you. Then again he wanted his hands to hold your thighs, the ones which were so enticing to him. The feeling of your soft skin under his fingers, the idea made his mouth water. So, he gently moved his hand up, his fingertips gently caressing your cheek. Your skin was as soft as he expected, maybe even slightly more so. You were warm, flushed and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Wanting to drink up every little reaction, every movement and intake of breath. “Spencer.” You breathed his name. Another eruption of butterflies in his stomach. “Is this okay?” he asked, tucking a small piece of hair behind your ear. It was as smooth as he envisioned.

You nodded your head, eyes still transfixed on his face. It was cute, Spencer thought, the way you were suddenly the one at a loss for words. How both of you seemed to be so affected by each other. He moved his hand again, placing it where your jaw met your neck, he could feel your heartbeat racing under your skin. A smile tugged at his lips. He was about to lean in, to press his lips softly to yours, unable to resist the urge, when suddenly an alarm rang throughout the lab. Pulling him from the intimate moment. A little resentful of the equipment interrupting him. He watched you close your eyes and breathe out through your nose almost with a sigh. “I have to get that. If I don’t I might not get accurate readings on the toxicology.” You looked a little disappointed. Spencer felt just a little pleased at that. “I understand, my team is probably wondering where I am too.” He responded, taking a step back and allowing you space. He was surprised when you placed your hands on his shoulders, “lean down a little.” He did as you asked, leaning down until his face was almost level with yours. You tipped up onto your toes, the platforms making you at eye level with him.

You smiled, quickly planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He felt his cheeks flush as his brain went blank as his senses just filled with you. “There, that will have to do for now.” You spoke as you pulled away. Spencer was wide eyed but he felt his lips curve into a dopey smile. “It will, for now.” He answered. “You better wash that off before you go back to the bullpen.” You were referencing the lipstick stain on his cheek most likely. “I might want to keep it.” He knew that Derek would tease him for it. It would be a reminder of you though. Of your lips on his skin. “Hmm, don’t blame me for the relentless teasing you will undergo if you do.” You grinned before turning to head to the beeping machine. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Spencer said and you looked back over your shoulder. “See you tomorrow.” You called back before getting to work on the tox screen.

Before Spencer returned to the bullpen he made a quick stop at the mens restroom, taking out his small phone and snapping a picture of your lipstick mark on his cheek. A reminder for later. Before he washed it off with reluctance. He was already looking forward to tomorrow.

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orchidniins · 2 months

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Helloooo i LOVE the Serendipitous beginnings😍😍😍😍 the tension is giving✨️

Btw can i have a reaction for mr.television for being possessive towards his girl, bcuz ms gurl is so pretty and many people want her💅.

Question: Do u also write for chaos crew or sidemen??

Possessive | Arthur Frederick

A/N: Thanks for the request! And I'm so glad that you loved my first ArthurTV fic! I'm absolutely in love with this idea and I hope this is what you had in mind. As for your question Anon, I currently only write for Choos crew (Mainly ArthurTV, Arthur Hill and George Clarke) and ChrisMD. Hope you enjoy!! Pairings: ArthurTV x GN!Reader Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1k+

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Arthur wasn't typically the possessive or jealous type.

Throughout your relationship, he trusted you completely, especially after you had told him about you past experiences with possessive boyfriends. He had full faith in you, never feeling the need to control or restrict your interactions, even when you had male friends who would often come over to your place to hang out.

You were currently getting ready for a mini reunion with some old classmates from school. You had spent your time getting ready quite nicely this evening. The venue they had picked to meet up at was slightly fancy, so you wanted to dress up to suit the occasion. You opted for a cute outfit that complimented your figure and complexion perfectly, and you styled your hair to perfection.

As you finished getting ready, Arthur couldn't help but admire your beauty. "You look absolutely beautiful," he remarked, his hands gently resting on your waist. You smiled in response, a hint of appreciation in your eyes as you thanked him. Arthur leaned in and planted a quick peck on your cheek.

He couldn't shake the possessive urge to keep you all to himself. Despite your initial hesitance, if it weren't for him convincing you to attend, he would have gladly kept you at home, wrapped up in his arms. He had assured you he would accompany you, especially since many people would be bringing their partners.

Arthur remembered you talking about feeling unpopular in school and simply coasting through without much attention from guys or anyone really. He was shocked, he thought you were absolutely beautiful and would often voice his disbelief, but you would just shoot it down.

Once the two of you reached the venue, Arthur initially let you go off with your friends, especially when one of them pulled you away to meet the others. He decided to hang back at the bar, allowing you to have your moment.

As you mingled with a group of classmates, compliments about your stunning appearance and your transformation since school filled the air. However, despite not typically being the possessive type, Arthur couldn't shake off the pang of jealousy as your male classmates openly flirted with you, despite your polite rejections and mention of your relationship status.

Arthur, currently standing with a few of your friends that he had met previously, tried his best to resist the urge to draw closer to you. He did not want to suffocate you with his presence despite the overwhelming desire to do so. With each flirty remark directed at you, his jealousy simmered beneath the surface, yet he maintained his composure, engaging in conversation while ensuring you remained in his line of sight.

Almost as if reading Arthur’s mind, you leave the group and make your way back to him, momentarily easing his tension. However, his relief is short-lived as he watches someone intercept you on your way, attempting to chat you up as well.

Arthur's jaw tenses as he observes from where he’s stood, and a flicker of possessiveness flashes across his eyes. He turns to your friends, his tone edged with a hint of annoyance, "Who's the guy?"

As Arthur watches your body stiffen, his gaze never leaving your form, he senses your discomfort.

"Oh, him," your friend begins, catching the shift in Arthur's calm demeanor. "I didn’t know he was coming. Y/N had a bit of a crush on him in school, but he was kind of a dick to them. Like he was one of those stuck-up pricks, thought he was too good for everyone, you know?"

Feeling a surge of possessiveness, Arthur's grip tightens around his glass as he excuses himself from the conversation. He walks up to where you are standing, his demeanor protective and possessive. Wrapping his arms securely around your waist, he draws you closer, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you. Pressing a tender kiss to the side of your temple, he feels your body relax against his and your tension melts away in his embrace.

His voice, low and commanding, cuts through the air, "Hi Love, who’s this?"

Standing slightly taller than the other guy, Arthur squares his shoulders, introducing himself, "I'm their boyfriend."

The man hesitated, clearly intimidated by Arthur's imposing presence, before hastily retreating with a muttered excuse. Your pulse quickens as you look up at him, feeling a rush of arousal at his dominant display.

"Shall we?" Arthur's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, his gaze intense as he extended his hand. With a nod, you place your hand in his, allowing him to lead you back to your friends.

The rest of the night, Arthur throws his own rules out of the door, abandoning any pretense of restraint. He stays glued to your side, His arm draped protectively around your waist, or sometimes resting tenderly over your shoulder, as if to claim you as his own. He wanted to demonstrate to everyone present just how stunning you were, and more importantly, that you were his.

On your drive back home, you in the driver’s seat, a weighted silence fills the car, both grappling with the events of the night. Eventually, it was Arthur who broke it, his voice soft and filled with concern as he spoke, "Sorry if I seemed a bit too… clingy tonight. I didn’t mean to, I suppose I got a bit carried away."

You reply, your eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead, your tone reassuring and expression soft. "No, you don’t have to apologize. It was fine, honestly," you assure him.

The atmosphere in the car drifted into a comfortable lull, a moment of uncertainty, before you decided to break it with a teasing question, "So, Arthur, were you feeling a little jealous?" You glance at him, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Arthur chuckled lightly, shaking his head in denial. "Not at all," he replied, though his expression remained hard to read as he turned to meet your gaze.

They came to a stop at a traffic light, the red glow illuminating the car. You turn to him, still teasing, "So, you weren't jealous?" you asked, pointing at him with a grin.

Arthur reached for your hand, intertwining their fingers and bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. His eyes held yours, and he said, "Just remember who you belong to, darling."

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emeraldgreenbeautiesstu · 3 months

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MATT X READER PLS.

Then book shopping n it’s all cute n stuff 😻😻‼️

Bernard's & Noble

(see what i did there)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Word count: 749

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"Matttt?" i whined from my spot on the floor. i was bored out of my fucking mind. Matt wanted the day to be a 'lazy day' and by that he means he wanted to scroll social media and youtube all day. that was not my idea of fun, i've always been a hands on person whether that be going outside for hours, to the lake, reading, anything other than being lazy at home.

"whattttt?" he mocked, sitting up from his bed, his hair all messed up and funny looking.

i chuckled. "your hair looks great." i smiled, climbing to straddle his lap and fix his bed head. "better" i smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "i have a business proposal."

matt sighed, "what do you want." he rolled his eyes with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

i hopped off him, standing at the foot of his bed. "i vote we go to barnes and noble today, my book case is baren." i joked. four out of the five of my bookshelves were full completely. but you can never have too many books.

"y/n you have more books than i think i've ever seen anywhere else in my life." he laughed. matt pretended to be annoyed, but he knows the answer is yes. and not just to this scenario, the answer is always yes to everything y/n wants. she had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. "when do you want to go?" he gave in.

i jumped around the room a couple times, silently celebrated with myself. "right now silly." i said. i trotted into his bathroom where i have my own drawer of toiletries and such. i touched up my makeup and threw on my shoes. "ok i'm ready." i beamed up at him. matt basically towered over me. he's 5'8 and i'm 5'3, so there's a pretty noticeable height difference.

he slipped his own shoes on. "i'm ready." he smiled, grabbing his keys.

i just looked at him. "matt babe." i looked at his outfit. "we are not going anywhere when you are wearing basketball shorts and a wife beater. please change." i said, false seriousness evident on my features.

"oh my god i'm literally gonna shit my pants i love barnes and noble." i said, climbing out of the passenger seat. I made matt carry my three tote bags i have designated for my favorite hobby, book shopping.

"do i really have to come in." matt complained.

we had been at barnes and noble for an hour already, two out of the three of my tote bags were full. so full we had to put them by checkout because they were too heavy to carry. About 15 minutes in i had made a joke that i thought was hilarious, matt didn't really think so.

"haha, bernard's and noble." i chuckled to myself, but matt heard me.

"y/n i swear to god i will leave you here."

"deal."

i was finally ready to go, the final tote bag full. i couldn't find matt though. i wandered through the multiple sections of books, matt no where in sight. "maybe he did leave me here." i mumbled under my breath. until my eye caught matt. he was crouched down, one hand on the shelf, the other hand occupied with a book.

"whatchya readin?" i smiled over him. my heart melted when he looked up at me, a small smile on his face. i took this time to take in his beauty. the way his slight curls fell over his eyebrows, the way his middle part accentuated his face shape, the way his blue eyes went so well with his outfit. he was wearing the white shirt with 'whatever' in bold print written across it, and baggy light wash blue jeans, his keys dangling from his belt loop.

"some poetry book, i might get it it's kinda fire." he smiled.

"you read poetry?"

"i like finding the good ones and printing them out, i like to look back on the really influential ones." matt said. he stood up and took my bag, his hand resting on the small of my back.

"matt i don't deserve you, you're so sweet." a cheesy grin creeping onto my lips.

"y/n you deserve the world." he smiled down at me, kissing my forehead.

"ok now how are we gonna get all of these in the car?" i laughed.

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abbyslev · 9 months

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𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑱𝑱𝑲

A/N: HEY BABIES i’ve been working on this lmao i’m currently in my jjk obsession era i fear 😋 I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS HAHA I HAD SM FUN WRITING IT!! ESP GOJOS LMAOO lmk if you guys want PARENT GOJO HCS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY CUTE IDEAS LMAOO

WARNINGS: not proofread i fear 💔

yuuji bsfs hcs here!

YUUTA

prepare yourself

he’s very shy at first, never had friends really so when he saw how cool you were he was very shy to talk to you

ofc you initiated conversation !!

he noticed how maki was very close to you, yet you were less tense and way nicer

you showed him around and he noticed everyone knew you which kind of intimidated him

he started opening up about his interest and you two traded numbers after a while

after a month or so you two started hanging outside of class and training

late night dinners!!

you randomly buy each other stuff from the convenience store !!

gojo started sending him on missions with you and you had so much patience with him

you were very sweet and walked him through everything

of course in the middle of a battle he’d stay and watch over you, yet watching intently to make sure nothing went wrong

late night calls

always always always helping him study!!

you could tell maki was holding back a crush and yuuta DEFINITELY had a crush on her

you were trying to get them to date

he holds your bags when you guys shop!!

training together, he asks you don’t hold back on him

sharing food. you put on his plate whatever you don’t like and he will gladly eat it up!!

you like to mess with his hair a lot, especially since it’s already pretty ruffled

once he opened up to you completely, you know when he’s upset

you know how to comfort him best

showing up at his door with takeout late at night (you had to beg gojo to get it for you)

staying in his dorm while y’all eat and play street fighter

you teach him more about your power and your energy, to which he looks more into !!

takes interest in your interest, you do the same !!

matching outfits on non-school days on accident

panda laughs at you both btw

you guys are inseparable basically, if one’s not there, neither will the other!!

MEGUMI

a lot of people think megumi is this cold, hard kid with no emotion

WRONG

you grew up with him, basically being raised by gojo too

he took a liking more to you than gojo i fear

as kids, you two would fall asleep against each other while his divine dogs protected you both

gojo ofc had to have a photoshoot

megumi genuinely respects you as a sorcerer, seeing the endless nights you’d spend in your room training

he claims he uses full force on you when you two train, but he’s obviously lying

meg can be a picky eater sometimes, so he puts it on your plate

he appreciates when you slide your soup to him without a word though

he likes his space, and he greatly appreciates that you know that!!

sometimes he wants to sit with you in silence, and sometimes he wants to be alone, and somehow you can read his mood perfectly

he will tease you sometimes when you guys are alone

if you’re sitting on his bedroom floor, he will ruffle your hair or even crack some jokes

he actually does play some video games, whichever ones you get him as presents

he’s not on his phone much, but he does text you back fairly quickly

doesn’t like you going on missions alone, and if you do, he may send a divine dog with you sometimes

genuinely doesn’t understand how you can stand gojo sometimes

which by the way, he uses to make you two match as kids

gojo literally tried to put meg in a dress and got kicked in the face

how do you get kicked by a seven year old? don’t ask

very very supportive, but also very honest

you call him before you go on dates and ask his opinions on your outfits

“isn’t that a bit much skin? what if she’s like…i don’t know…not into that? Is that how it works?” poor him he doesn’t know

if he finds a cute girl and he tells you about it, YOU WILL TALK TO HER ABOUT HIM

he gets all shyyyyy

meg still gets shy telling you things

pretty much trusts you though

“lemme see em hehehe” as he gets his divine dogs out for you so you can play fetch w them :((

his doggies also comfort you a lot so since he’s not very emotionally available he’ll let you vent while petting the dogs

only lets you call him megs. one time panda tried it and got the death stare from megumi

“why can only they call you megs” “cause i’m his favorite :D”

doesn’t let anyone be mean to you, HE WON'T BE ACCEPTING THAT BEHAVIOR

pls take care of bb megs HES THE BEST OK

TOGE

it was kind of a rough start

you didn’t understand his cursed speech and you definitely got stressed with “bonito flakes” and “kelp”

you would ask him things but you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t reply

shorty after you met panda and maki and they explained

which right after, that night you bought a notebook so you could communicate

toge thought this was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him

you guys ended up trading numbers and stayed up LATE sending each other videos and gushing about video games

toge actually is pretty interesting, he hates not being able to talk about stuff with you

you finally got around to understanding his language !!

that made everything much easier

one time you were cold and he wrapped his scarf around you </33

don’t let his lack of speaking abilities fool you, this man WILL BE YOUR WINGMAN

you see a cute girl across the street, he’s chasing them down

you two are an unbeatable duo, which is why you complete harder missions together

training is ok, he can’t really use his voice so it’s just you two wrestling

on missions you keep throat medicine on you for him

you help him study a lot, he’s actually very smart

study sessions usually end up with you two on his bed, junk food everywhere and controllers in your hands, hushed arguments between the two

you usually buy his lunch and bring it to him, but if y’all are out together, he pays for everything like the gentleman he is

your biggest supporter!! if you fail at a move or can’t perfect something, he text you words of encouragement

pls protect toge he deserves the world

GOJO

dear god hold on

how you survived high school gojo is beyond anyone’s comprehension

you basically rasied meg too

he’s tall… HE WILL USE THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE

hiding things from you all the time

if you are texting your situationship or something gojo WILL take your phone and read everything outloud

if you fall on your ass or something embarrassing happens, instead of helping you he will record to humiliate you in front of his kids

which btw they are your kids too !!

esp megs, you raised him and (though he’ll never admit it) he sees you as a mom

you submit to nobara’s shopping addiction i fear

you’ll be in the middle of a lesson and HERE COMES GOJO BARGING IN

the students stare at him in fear as he lift up one side of his blindfold to show you a funny video he found

also don’t worry about having to pay for anything, he’s got it covered

you try and deny him but he’s like “we all know you need it” annoying ass

you also swear to never take him to family gatherings again

but you do every single time

the one time you took him your cousins fawned over him and your aunties asked if that was your husband and you had to explain he was your best friend

gojo waved at your cousins and even fucking posed ????

you yelled at him on the way home but all he did was smile

you used to tuck in megumi in bed and gojo would be like “don’t let the curses bite” and you would stare him down

gojo sends you on wild missions, yet still makes sure they’re safe enough for you

he takes a liking to yuuji, meg, and nobara so he sends you to watch over them

he knows your parental instincts are STRONG so he knows you will protect the kids with your life

one time megumi was being very open and honest with you about a problem and gojo interrupted you guys

megumi never talked about his emotions again i fear

if you ever get seriously injured he will joke around and take you to Shoko, but he’s really worried and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

keeps you out of his battles, and will even fight yours

see a girl you like? he’s on his way to let her know and maybe even get her number for you!

will literally bring you food at two in the morning

it's just who he is

knows he seriously fucked up when you pull his hair, lift his blindfold up and see your face like “>:(”

you usually call him saturo so when you say “gojo SATURO!” he knows he fucked up

he loves his kids…yet he leaves them with you and now you have to deal with their bickering

on your off days he loves to take you to shopping and out to eat! it’s his favorite

“max out my card” as an apology but all you want is a real explanation to why he blew up your room and why his kids were laughing

you flick his forehead a lot

you and utahime gang up on him a lot i fear

though she’s very serious and you just like to tag along

he buys you cool little trinkets

“what’s this?” “a special something” and its literally just a snow globe

not very emotionally available either so he just jokes around and tries his best to help you

you understand he can get upset and refuse to show it, so you just sit beside him and draw shapes on his knees until he says something

his phone is full of you throwing fits and angry photos

occasionally cute ones of you guys together

he sends you thousands of photos of either him, scenery, his kids or strangers

you do the same obviously

one time you and shoko hung out and sent gojo a pic and he screenshotted shokos smeared lipstick and sent it with a “??”

you post him on your insta and all ur friends slide up asking for his @

yes his ego gets bigger

your favorite thing to do is grab the back of his head and yank off his blindfold and curse at him

use to shove megumi in your arms and scream into his hands

“HE WONT EAT THE FUCKING VEGGIES PLEASE JUST HELP”

megumi gladly ate the veggies you fed him

rivalry fr

“EW PUT SHOES ON” as he wiggles his bare feet in your face

will teleport to your room randomly

you also steal his glasses randomly

he KNOWSSSS when theres a woman in room

will start spam texting you for details

he is part of the sassy man apocalypse i fear

you and shoko shoo him away for some “girl time” and he goes “i AM one of the girls” with a little sassy eye roll

i could write about this man forever LMAOO

fav

NANAMI

its not a spoken title but trust everyone knows your nanamis best friend

i mean why else would he allow you in his office just so you can gossip ??

gojo complains about being mistreated

whenever he buys books he buys two, one for you one for him

buys you lunch!

since he does love food, friday and saturday night dinners are a must

you guys like to try different foods from different countries!

every once in a while he will drink wine with you

you guys are pretty much a deadly duo

will give you flowers! it’s sweet

he’s not big on social media but he will go on there to like your newest post

gojo complains again i fear

you planned a super big vacation for you both for his birthday and even got some days off for him

that was the only vacation he’s ever been on, and he couldn’t thank you enough

though you wanted to pay, he ended up paying for everything you wanted at the trip

you spent so much money on reservations and plane tickets, he was worried

he refuses to let you pay for anything!

he’s not a pro at dates, but he will help you plan out a date

also buys you a new outfit and helps you get ready

“Did you get her flowers? should we get her anything else, or is this fine?”

biggest supporter, but also does not enable bad actions like fear

“well you’re not my dad” “fine then, go and get butthurt”

he’s very sarcastic and straightforward with you, you love it

he’s very organized about his outfits, so you’ll mess with him by saying his shirt is untucked or something

when he carries you on his back because you’re super drunk you’ll be like “you loveeeee mee”

“you keep telling yourself that.” but he indeed loves you so much

opens doors for you, car doors, keeps hygiene products for you in his car, never lets you pay, always has a jacket ready for you, carries your bags, gets you dinner, this man is THE gentleman

“NNAAAAAAANAMIIIII” “oh god, what now?”

you bust into his office anytime

you guys like reading the morning paper and sharing your thoughts on it

you got eachother thin little matching bracelets

he does wear his :(( all the time :(( he never takes it off :((

CUTE CUTE CUTE YOU GUYS ARE BESTIES

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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I've got an Eddie x cheerleader idea! Kinda fluffy where even though he doesn't give a shit about sports, he starts going to get just to watch his girl. He's so proud when she sticks landings or stunts that she's been struggling with. He's so full of admiration for her. And he *always* has water and snacks for her because she never actually brings enough to get through the games.

YES! AND ITS FLUFF THANK THE LORD

I hope this is what you were looking for. It's a little short :)

If you asked Eddie Munson to go to any type of school game about six months ago- he'd laugh in your face and tell you to shut the fuck up.

But then he met her. The co-captain of the cheerleading squad, next to Chrissy. She was gorgeous, bubbly, smart, and sweet. Eddie met her on the first day of his second senior year. He saw her struggling to open her locker so he offered a hand. Once he saw the standard ponytail and cheerleading outfit, he expected to be told to fuck off. But to his surprise a huge smile appeared on her face.

"If it's not too much trouble, that'd be great."

Her voice was even soft. She talked so delicately.

After he helped her, he figured that is the last he'd talk to her again.

But once again she surprised him. Waving at him excitedly in the halls. Always saying hello when she found him at his locker. Even went as far to sit next to him in a class they shared together.

Eddie didn't like the preps or the jocks. He tended to ignore them the best he could. But this girl was making her way into his life and he wasn't mad about it.

And that is how Eddie Munson found himself front and center on the bleachers for every possible sport event the shitty school put on. He sat on the side where the cheerleaders grouped together, along with the rest of the perverts. He had a real reason to be there- his girlfriend was there.

He cheers the absolute loudest when the girls perform. Many people's eyes looking over to the freak as he stands on his feet clapping loudly.

He smiles even bigger when she looks over and sends him a wink with a smile.

"you two are so gross." Dustin whined, covering his eyes every time Eddie cupped his mouth to scream even louder.

"oh shut up Henderson. If you ever get a girlfriend as hot as that plus in a small skirt, you wouldn't be complaining."

"I do have a girlfriend."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "sure you do."

Dustin huffed and crossed his arms.

Dustin brightened up when Y/N raced over to their seat, sweating and out of breath.

"hello my boys." She said, kissing Eddie quick on the lips and shaking Dustin's head with her hand.

"not the hair." He whined, smacking her hands.

"alright gorgeous, what did you forget this time?" Eddie teased, already opening his backpack filled with every possible snack, drink, and hair ties available.

"water." She smiled shyly, she was known to be the only girl on the squad who didn't show up with water or snacks. Her brain completely forgetting the importance of staying hydrated when she's putting together the routines.

Eddie laughed and pulled out a lunch box, a real one that she made him buy. Something for food, not drugs.

He grabbed out the cold water and handed it over, but before she could grab it he snatched it back.

"now wait. How do you suppose you are paying for this?" He smirked. Dustin gagging next to him

Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed her boyfriend again, he hummed against her lips and tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled away with a laugh.

"we can't make out. I'm still in the middle of a game." She scolded him as she snatched the water. Running back to the court as Chrissy called her over.

"I can't believe you snatched a cheerleader." Mike said, sitting behind them.

"shit Mike, me either but all I have to do is not fuck it up." Eddie sighed.

He watched the rest of her routine with the softest adoration look in his eyes. Still not believing a girl like that chose him.

Tags!

@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet @mirrorsstuff @slightlyvicked @micheledawn1975@ago-godance

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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oirawoiram · 1 year

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illicit affairs (feat. kim chaewon)

prologue (kim chaewon x idol!femreader)

summary: meeting the right person but at the wrong time. love vs career, which will prevail? bitter exes to lovers pipeline.

a/n: hiya, i'm maru. this is my first time writing. grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. lowercase intended. please don't repost. likes/reblogs appreciated :)

warnings: none, but will have swearing on later chapters. angst later on, may have suggestive scenes but nothing explicit.

falling in love was never part of the plan. not once was it written in your carefully constructed agenda as an idol trainee. the dilemma started when your stupid heart started to stutter at the thought of her. the one who made your days bearable, even when things get tough.

she was the sunshine to your rain, the one who could turn your frown upside down. feelings may be normal, but as an idol trainee, it might as well mean the end of your career, feelings were never meant to be part of the equation.

but why is the stupid organ in your chest acting up? small smiles makes your stomach lurch, chest aflutter. you really shouldn't be feeling this way.

especially not for your best friend, kim chaewon.

you really should have seen this coming, considering that she's everything someone could ever want. chaewon was one of those people who just had that exuberant and magnetic glow that has never failed to pull people in.

it certainly didn't help that she was just so damn charming, all smiles and giggles. she's always been popular, full of charisma, like she was born to be an idol, one of the many things that drew you in when you first met her. even as a trainee, she turned people's head. she was the perfect trainee, talented, humble and most of all drop dead gorgeous. how you managed to befriend her will always be a mystery.

meeting her was like living through one of those coming of age movies, the two of you first meeting through an unfortunate event. more specifically, getting stuck in an elevator on your first day as a trainee. if you weren't nervous enough, this definitely made you panic, not only were you going to be late for your first day. you had no idea how to navigate through this whole ordeal.

in your state of panic, you completely forgot that there was someone else with you, until the girl curses and exhales in annoyance.

you turn your eyes to the other girl, making eye contact and giving her a wry smile, which she returns.

she was pretty, and you didn't like the way felt a small flutter in your stomach, just from receiving that smile. the girl had long black hair, chocolate brown eyes, her form petite and outfit immaculate. if you hadn't known better, it would have been love at first sight.

'first time?' she says.

you look at her confused. 'excuse me?'

she laughs, head thrown back, while you're staring at her, utterly dumbfounded.

'did i end up getting stuck with a weirdo?' you thought silently.

the girl calms down and speaks.

'is this your first time getting stuck on the elevator? it happens a lot." she explains.

you nod your head in acknowledgment.

'i see, then i'm guessing this isn't your first time getting stuck?' you ask.

she smiles, eyes turning into small crescent moons.

'yep, it's become part of my routine at this point. it's annoying most times, but it's not so bad because i have company today.' she says, and you're not sure why that had such an effect on you but you were silently cursing your beating heart.

'now is not the time to be acting up.' you thought internally.

before you even had the chance to reply, the girl speaks again, this time introducing herself.

'i'm chaewon, kim chaewon, i'm a trainee here, it's my first time seeing you around.' she says with that everlasting smile.

you introduce yourself, extending your arm to shake her hand.

'i'm (name), nice to meet you chaewon, kim chaewon. i'm also a trainee here, it's supposed to be my first day today.'

chaewon furrowed her eyebrows, amused.

'any reason for saying my name twice?' she asks.

'not my fault you introduced yourself that way.' you retorted.

you hadn't thought it was possible but her smile widens and she shakes her head whilst giggling.

'you know what (name), i think this is the beginning of a great friendship.'

you should have known that from this point on, you were screwed. you had no chance again that damned smile which brought you to your current dilemma.

you were utterly and absolutely enamoured with your best friend.

#kim chaewon x reader #kim chaewon #chaewon x reader #le sserafim x reader #maru 📃#📃 maruwrites #le sserafim imagines #femaleidol #female idol x reader #i hope people like this #i have no idea how to write #i have no braincell #please don't flop lmfaofjaofsofp

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annelaurant · 3 months

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ANNE'S ART ATRIUM: COMMISSION SHEET 2024

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► ABOUT ME

Hi, I'm Anne! I'm a writer and artist from the Philippines. I love fashion, fantasy, and bright colors in my art, and if you fancy my style, please consider me for your next commission!

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Please check back here once in a while to check if other types of services are available!

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This is a style wherein I only color-pick from a limited range of palettes to create a character bust. You may specify your preference of colors, symbols, and motifs to include in the piece. (You may request for cell shade, soft shade, or both.) Turnaround time is around 2-5 hours or 1-2 business days.

$25 - A palette bust with one character.

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This is a regular piece of character art for your OC, your faves, or both. Turnaround time is around 2-8 hours or 1-3 business days.

$30 - Bust

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I love fashion, so let me help you give more wardrobe options to your character! This will come as a full body option. Turnaround time is around 5-8 hours or 2-3 business days.

$45 - A single character outfit. Comes with the character in sketch and the outfit in clean sketch. Flat colors will be applied to the piece.

+ 50% - Alt versions that come in the same style.

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Want a quick ref for your character? Need your mind blorbo to finally have a portrait? Customs are the way to go! Here I will assist you through the process of creating a character! Turnaround time is 1 month real time.

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Want some extra options? Here are the add-ons I can offer:

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This includes things I will outright refuse to draw. The short of why is confidence, faster turnaround time, prevention of burnout, and a wish to show my folks my work.

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My turnaround time for a piece is about 3-8 business hours (2-3 days) from the time you approve a sketch.

During the blocking and color render stage, I will provide an update during which to let you know how far along I am. You may request up to 3 major revisions during which. Major revisions include:

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However, once your piece reaches the final render stage, I will only entertain minor revisions. Minor revisions include:

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Basically anything you can do on your first photo editor software

During the commission process, please feel free to bump your message, reach out for concerns, or chat a bit if you'd like! You will be informed of estimated dates of completion, delays, and other concerns.

However, harassment over my work speed, art style, and terms of service will not be tolerated and result in your piece getting deprioritized, put on hold, or cancelled without a refund. The same applies for when you cease communication with me within one month without prior notice.

While I draw during nighttime, I have my DMs open during the day. I officially take Sundays and Mondays off, so inquiries during this period will be ignored until Tuesdays.

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I will expect 50% payment from the time of acceptance until the sketch stage. Please note that until I get the initial payment, your commission will be put on hold.

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You are eligible for refunds provided that:

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The act of commissioning me means that you have read and agreed to my usage terms.

I retain the rights to publish commissioned pieces on my social media and portfolios, unless discussed beforehand. I also reserve the right to decline a commission for any reason.

Commissioned pieces may be posted on your social media and other online galleries. For credits, please use "AnneLaurant" or "annelaurant.tumblr.com". Credits are appreciated but not mandatory.

Commissioned pieces and in-progress previews will be hosted on my end up until 1 month from the time I finish a piece. By agreeing to this, it will be assumed that I can delete these works from my storage and you have retrieved and hosted your commissioned piece on your storage.

Commissioned pieces can be requested to be put under an NDA. You must state this prior to the sketch stage. Failure to state this intent means that you agree to have your commissioned piece automatically published on my socials.

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ala2ilas-s · 1 year

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Neymar jr

Part 2

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Having been raised in this family, I learned to listen to every little sound, always on high alert and never too distracted. I don’t remember the last time I got a full night sleep. My eyes would shoot open with even the most insignificant sound, hands slipping under my pillow and I couldn’t breath out until I felt the cold metal in my hand. So when I felt a hand on my shoulder I didn’t hesitate to grab it and twist it, using my whole weigh to bring down whoever decided it was a good idea to come to my room in the middle of the night.

“I’d be impressed if there wasn’t an actual threat lurking downstairs sweets.” Neymar. Of course.

I had half a mind to just press down the dagger in my hand, just a little more pressure but when we heard the creaking sound right outside my door both our heads snapped to the side. He grabbed my waist flipping us so I was under him. With the tip of his finger he moved the dagger away from himself using my distraction to his advantage.

Not even a second later he had me behind the door “don’t make a sound” he whispered taking a step away from me and for whatever reason I liked it more when he was holding me against him.

Shadows moving outside my door was enough for me to adjust my grip on the dagger ready to actually stab someone this time. A second later the door opened and Neymar acted quick kicking the gun from their hands and pushing him against the wall. Seeing that he had the situation under control I kept listening to the voices outside not bothering with the guy. I didn’t even look back when I grabbed a cushion from my bed handing it to Neymar.

“Thanks.” He groaned still entangled with the guy and finally his gun went off the cushion successfully silencing the sound.

“There’re at least two more.” I whispered ear pressed again door as I counted the footsteps.

“Five.” He corrected checking the body’s pockets not even sparring me a glance.

“I said at least” I frowned at him. Arrogant bastard.

“Here” he said ignoring my last comment handing me the dead guy’s gun and I was about to put my dagger in my boots when I realised I was still in pjs.

“Change your shoes and grab a coat we don’t have long” he said also realising why I hesitated and I ran to my wardrobe grabbing the first outfit I could find and started to undress.

I looked back at him, his eyes still on me following my every move. I lifted my top a shiver ran down my spine, the cold night breeze making goosebumps rise on my naked chest, or that’s what I told myself. he clenched his jaw before turning back and I quickly changed my pants ignoring his comment about just grabbing a coat and a pair of shoes. The dagger securely in my boot gun in my hand.

His arms were around my waist once again as we moved down the hallway his body covering mine almost completely.

Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs my first instinct was to use the gun but Neymar was quick to bring my hands down and trapped them between us as he caged me to the wall his face was dangerously close to mine.

“Too loud, we’re still not sure how many of them are actually here.” He whispered in my ear his breath tickling me and I squirmed but his hand in my waist squeezed my side lightly and that was enough to make me stop moving.

“I though you said five.” I whisper shouted.

“At least five Princess and that’s just how many of them are inside the house. There are two cars parked near the front gate” he growled. When we could no longer hear the footsteps we moved to the stairs climbing down rather quickly.

His hand holding mine tightly as we made our way to the kitchen going for the back door.

A gasp left my mouth as I saw her motionless body on the kitchen floor a pool of blood surrounding her.

I didn’t hear the door opening as I was sobbing knees pulled up to my chest hiding my face. All I felt was arms wrapping around my small frame “I’ve got you” I heard Maria’s kind voice and I melted in her arms knowing I was safe. She stayed with me letting me cry on her shoulder for hours not saying one word just holding me and that was enough.

“No no no” I shook my head pushing Neymar away as I ran to her ignoring his calls for my name. I slide down next to her my hands pressing on her side desperately trying to stop the bleeding also looking for a pulse.

All those time that she held me in her arms growing up after every fight with my father. All those time that she’d sing me to sleep after I had nightmares. All those memories fading away as the image of her lifeless body in my arms was imprinted on my brain.

“Cmon Masha” I said my eyes burning and all I could hear was her voice singing to me in Russian, her mother tongue, as she brushed my hair. She was the closest person I had to an actual parental figure. I couldn’t lose her.

“Cmon she’s gone.” I could hear Neymar’s voice but I refused to give up on her. I kept pressing on her chest and blowing back in her mouth trying to revive her. Even the sound of gun shot going off didn’t stop me but the strong arms wrapping around my middle and preying me away did the job.

I kicked and screamed trying to go back to her but Neymar was much stronger than me as he pushed me out of the back door.

My legs having hard time to keep up with his as we ran towards the garage ducking behind the cars and finally I collapsed breathing heavily.

“Hey hey eyes on me” Neymar’s voice somehow brought me back to reality as he cupped my cheeks between his hands and I clawed at his chest.

“Focus on me. We’re getting out of here.” He said his eyes looking at me with such intensity that was enough to convince me as I found myself nodding causing him to nod along with me “good girl now cmon”

I blindly grabbed the door handle of the car I was leaned against and he helped me open the door and slowly crawled inside the passenger seat keeping my head down. He climbed in after me not wasting another second and started the car which wasn’t exactly a quiet sound.

He sped down towards the gate. One hand on the wheel and the other on my middle keeping me in my place. I was gripping the handles preparing myself for the impact that I knew was soon to come.

As the front gate came in my view, my eyes widen two suvs almost blocking the way but that didn’t seem to stop Neymar. I called his name in panic but didn’t get any answers.

The men jumped out of the cars guns ready to shoot at us and I’ve never been more thankful for the bullet proof cars we kept in the garage. Out of instinct I ducked down holding my head on my lap. I almost bumped my head on the dashboard as we crashed the gate a quiet scream leaving my lips but even then we didn’t stop. The gun shots still going off, shooting at the back of our car as we sped down the driveway.

“You okay?” He asked his hand on my thigh to get my attention and I looked at him like he was crazy.

“No” I shouted.

“Good” he said taking his hands away. Still speeding down the driveway he made sure that we weren’t being followed.

I didn’t even realised that I’d fallen asleep. My eyes opening slowly when I felt someone touching my shoulder for the second time that night and I hoped that the events before were just a bad dream but one look at my hands covered in Maria’s blood was enough to tell me it was all so real.

“Where are we?” I questioned Neymar who was looking at me with a frown standing outside the car in my side.

“A motel. Far enough from home that they won’t find you. Not tonight” he said and helped me out of the car but didn’t let go of my hand even when we were out in the open.

It was raining heavily but I didn’t have it in me to care and Neymar didn’t seem to mind it either. Once we made it inside the room that he’d gotten for us I walked to the bathroom dripping wet and shivering slightly.

I could feel his eyes on me through the mirror as I was trying to wash off the blood on my hands getting frustrated as it wasn’t coming off. I heard him sigh before he walked up to me standing not far and took my hands in his causing me to look up at him quite puzzled.

His eyes were focused on my hand gently rubbing and washing them not once looking up at me.

He was truly one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen.

“There you go.” He mumbled rubbing circles on the back of my hands still not letting go and I slowly slipped one hand away from his grasp, grabbing a paper towel before bringing it back to our joint hands, gently drying his then mine.

My breath hitched in my throat when I looked back up and this time his eyes were on me.

“Cmon sweets” for the first time I didn’t actually mind him calling me that.

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Next part’s out lovelies

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mountymase · 1 year

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I DID SOMETHING BAD - MM

Summary: you’re childhood friends with the Chilwells and Ben offers his house to celebrate yours and his sister’s graduation at Uni. Things end bad, but it felt so good.

TW: Mason being an asshole, violence, alcohol, blood mention.

AN: this is a work of fiction. I am not related to any of real people in this story, nor do I know them. HAVE FUN!

A party to celebrate your graduation at Uni sounded lovely at first. When Ben, your best friend’s brother and also childhood friend, suggested and offered his house as the location, you did feel the excitement at the idea of having an informal and rather wild celebration. Because you knew, Natalie knew and probably Ben knew too that your people were nothing but savages when it was about partying.

“Ok, so we have around 50 people coming over? Is that a safe number?” Nat asked as you walked into the kitchen, finding Ben organising some reusable cups over the counter, that was completely taken by bottles of beer and other drinks.

“Ohh, Benny went shopping!” You teased, making him giggle. “50 is a safe number but having the booze on the counter isn’t, we all know people are going to use it to dance once the alcohol kicks in.”

“I’m horrified.” Ben admitted, but not having any sort of regret offering his place.

“You’re so not! I bet you’re excited for your first uni party, even if it’s a goodbye one.” His sister said, poking him on his ribs.

“Not just me,” Ben mumbled. “The boys are quite excited too.”

The boys.

Of course he’d invite his friends, the footballers. And you couldn’t oppose yourself to it as it was his house, but that wasn’t really Ben’s greatest idea. Not that he usually had many, though. Ben noticed your little eye roll, knowing that although you were one of the greatest fans of the sport, you weren’t much of the players. Except him, of course.

“I promise they’ll behave, bubbles.” He called you by the sweet nickname he had for you since you were kids, hitting you right on your softest spot.

Truth was that Ben was the love of your life and not in a romantic way. He was your ride or die, your person, even if you were now much closer to Natalie and shared a lot more with her — especially because you spent years together at Uni. Those two were the siblings you never had and you were really so grateful for them. Your grandfather had been lifetime friends with theirs, having even played on the same football team when they were young and the Chilwells were a constant presence at your grandparent’s place, which became your place too when your grandmother stepped in to raise you and you moved at the age of 5.

“They better!” You replied, shrugging. “But do replace the booze, please. I’d like to have a free space for my performance later tonight.”

Natalie chuckled, knowing that you + alcohol + loud music were the perfect match for a full dance/singing performance. “Let’s hope you’ll keep your clothes on this time, Y/n!” She teased, making Ben frown, knowing he was completely unaware of exactly how things went at those parties.

The rest of the day went smoothly. You three watched a film and had pizza for lunch which pleased you a lot — Ben being off season and sort of being able having a trash day made the menu choice much easier. A post lunch power nap happened too, and even if you definitely were a party girl, if those two decided to cancel it and just do nothing for the rest of the evening, you’d enjoy it just as much. It was about company.

Ben placed a kiss on yours and his sister’s forehead before you two went upstairs to start getting ready for the party, and although you had your own bedroom at his place, you and Natalie were together at her’s as you both tried to sort out an outfit that’d be comfortable and pretty. It was June, early summer but already quite hot, so you two have decided to stick to the party’s “theme”, suggested by Ben. “A Midnight’s Summer Dream, to please the intellectuals,” he said.

“Dress, no bra?” Nat raised an eyebrow at your choice for a white crochet dress.

“To guarantee I won’t end up only in my underwear.” You winked, making her giggle. “So…” you started, watching your best friend doing her makeup, through both of your reflexes in the mirror. “The boys are coming.”

“A few of his Chelsea mates,” Nat started, knowing you sort of wanted a list of who was coming. “Two or three from England’s NT too.” Of course you had been to a bunch of Chelsea’s game, but socialising with footballers wasn’t your top choice of fun. “Don’t bother, really. They’re all very nice.” You just shrugged, back to perfectly painting your lips crimson red. Natalie watched you with a soft yet cheeky smile. “Killer queen, gonna have the ballers at your feet tonight.”

“Ew, Natalie, for real!” You faked a gag and Nat bursted into a loud laugh. “I rather have my lips permanently glued than making out with any of them.”

“That’s harsh. Ben said once a few of them always talk about you, although he explicitly said you and I are forbidden territory.”

“Territory?” You repeated her last word, ignoring all the rest.” What the fuck does Benjamin thinks we are, anyway?”

“Y/n… come on!” Nat sighed. “Don’t make such a fuss about it. I’m sure they’ll stay in the backyard just having their drinks and boy shitting.”

“Fine. I’m sorry!” You rolled your eyes at her, finishing your makeup and throwing yourself on her queen size bed, on your stomach, so it wouldn’t mess your ponytail.

It was their behaviour that bothered you, to be honest. Even Ben’s, sometimes, from what Natalie usually shared — sort of like he was a whole different person when out partying with his mates. Fuck boys.

You could hear all the chattering downstairs, even with the loud music playing. From Natalie’s window, you could also have partial view of the backyard where Ben was chatting and laughing with some guys, some people from Cambridge near them. Those ballers could be a bunch of playboys but they were so hot you found yourself rubbing your thighs.

When Natalie finally finished her hair, you both went downstairs and found so many friendly and familiar faces that if you had anything troubling you before, it meant nothing now.

Before you noticed, the house was crowded and you found yourself in need of some fresh air so you went to the backyard, your hips moving perfectly to the sound of every beat and you had the brightest smile on your lips. “Oi, Y/n!” Your little moment was interrupted by a cheerful Ben waving at you. “Be a nice girl and come here say hi!”

No, you wanted to say. But Ben was so nice, how could you say no to him? A bit tipsy, you made your way to him and his mates, a few prying eyes watching your moves. They were all around a round table with enough booze to invite more thousands people if he wanted. You spotted a bottle of whisky and narrow your eyes at it. “Is that my whisky?” You reached out for a refill, and finally set eyes on Ben’s mates. You were the absolute worst at socialising with new people, so you just raised your glass, giggling as you watched them mimicking you.

Ben introduced each of them to you, but you couldn’t really keep all the names, blaming on the alcohol because your memory was insanely good when sober. “Hope you guys are having fun and still do when things start to get wild.” You scoffed, watching a few people on the other side of the backyard preparing themselves for a massive body shot. “So hot yet so gross.” You mused, hearing a specific snort followed by the funniest laugh. Mason, if you remembered correctly. Innocently, you just winked at him and turned back to Ben.

“Yes?” He arched his left eyebrow.

“I’m gonna go now because if I stay near the pool for a little longer, I’ll have to be the first to jump.”

“And what is wrong with that?” Mason asked before Ben could.

Another sip on your whisky, that usual burnt on your throat not bothering anymore. Just the amazing sensation of feeling so light you could float. “I’m not wearing anything underneath the dress.” You chuckled, facing a extremely annoyed Ben before you left.

Not long after that, you were right where everyone knew you’d end up: the kitchen counter. You were on your knees, hands running up and down your body, moving to the beat of Rihanna’s song Needed Me. The song ended with you lying there, trying to catch your breath as a friend was watching you while pouring some more whisky in your glass. “Is my lipstick still intact, Nico?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Would you like me to smudge it for you, though?” Nick teased. If he wasn’t such a fuck boy, you’d say yes. One hundred times yes. Instead, you just snorted and before you could press your lips against his right cheek, some screaming coming from the backyard invaded the kitchen.

“KISS, KISS, KISS!” They were all screaming together as that poor girl was hovered by him, Mason fucking Mount. Even Ben, instead of doing something, just watched and laughed out loud as his friend was being a complete asshole.

“C’mon! You lost the bet, that was the deal!” Mason opened his arms, clearly drunk. You were watching from a short distance but ran fast enough to reach her right when Mason was ready to wrap his arms around her waist and force a kiss.

“She said no, you fucking twat!” You hissed, loud enough so lots of people could hear it. Placing yourself between the two of them, you pushed the girl back before she’d try to tell you it was okay when it clearly wasn’t. And instead of backing off, Mason’s behaviour made your blood boil under your skin.

“Are you a little jealous you’re not the one I was about to kiss, Y/n?” He pouted, making fun of you while everyone just watched.

“You keep talking shit and you’re gonna get punched, Mount.” Your eyes went straight to Ben, who shook his head, as if he was asking you to control yourself or something. “And you, Benjamin… you should be ashamed.” Turning your attention back to the girl, you placed your hands on her shoulder, not really needing to ask if she was okay. She just nodded, sighing, and left.

“Do you usually ruin all the fun the way you just did, huh?” Your vision instantly blurred at his words. Who the fuck did the think he is? Closing your eyes, you breathed in so deep you almost felt sober again. “Bitch.”

It was the scoff, the mockery in his voice, his entire attitude. Your body was softly shaking now, eyes burning with tears but fuck no, you’d never cry. Not for him nor any other man, ever again. You were trying so hard to control yourself and walk away, with Ben and Natalie now both near you, and you were about to but then Mason decided to poke your shoulder.

“I am talking to y-“ and then he fell on the grass.

With a single blow, you had just turned on your heels and your clenched fist crunched into his face, right on the nose. An instant wave of pain ran from your fist through your arm, but you also felt it disappear almost completely as adrenaline now rushed through your veins. Ben must’ve thought you were going for more when you took a step towards Mason, his mates gathering around to see how he was as he watched you with eyes wide open, completely horrified at what just happened.

“Do that again and I’ll eat your ass, Mount!” You hissed, Ben had his arms around your waist but you never fought to get rid of him, he just naturally let you go once he was sure you wouldn’t do anything. Then, you turned back to him, seeing he was horrified too. “Don’t you look at me like this, I swear to God…” You shook your head and grabbed him by his shirt. “You, Benjamin, you of all people… you watched your mate harassing a woman and didn’t do a single thing to stop him!”

He knew you were disappointed, but he was also so angry you just punched one of his best friends. You let go of him but he cupped your face with his hands. “That was fucking awesome, Y/n!”

The excitement in his voice confused you so much, you frowned, watching him burst into a loud laugh. What the actual fuck was wrong with him and that bunch of grown ass men, for the love of God? You could hear Natalie sighing in relief, a few of Ben’s teammates laughing too.

That was so problematic you just wanted to get out of there. With a final deathly glare to Mason, noticing some red blood dots splattered in his white shirt, you left.

Your graduation party, such a huge and important moment of your life, something you fought so hard to achieve as things didn’t come easy to you — completely ruined by a stranger. A fucking idiot.

You hated footballers.

If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing

I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it comin

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n

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imdoingsortagay · 2 years

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Different But So Similar ( 18+)

Summary: You didn't expect to be taken away by another version of someone you had a crush on. what happends when said person decides to read your thoughts ???

Characters: Wanda Maximoff X reader

Word count: around 1.1k

Warnings: Smut so over 18+ please no minors!!! , fingering, boobs, a bit of lactation kink, petnames, a couple multiverse of madness spoilers but no major, mind reading.

a/n: went to see multiverse again for the 3rd time...... ,and i needed to write some spicy stuff for miss wanda so this is what i got.

since there is smut below the cut, Minors please do not read!!!

Enjoy besties !!!

You knew that being a member of the avengers would bring a big risk to your life but you didn’t think at all that another version of your teammates, one that you had a full-on crush on would take you away from any people.

‘ maybe there’s another version of strange that isn't dead that can save me’ you think to yourself as you observe the redhead walking around to what seems like a throne for her. It’s not the weirdest place you’ve been as an avenger.

“ Face it y/n, nobody is gonna be able to save you,” she says as she makes her way to where you’re in the corner of this big shrine, feeling a bit scared as to what this version of wanda might do to you.

“ He wouldn’t just leave me alone with you,” you say to her and she lets out a chuckle, finding it funny that you seem to have hope.

“ Darling the man cares too much about himself to save you,” she pauses as she tries to read your face, unsure as to what you might be feeling,” plus I’m too powerful to be defeated him with his powers anyways”

You don't question what she meant by that and just continue to watch the redhead in front of you cast some spells, which was a bad idea because it made you think some very dirty things about her.

Yes, this might not be the wanda you knew and made a good friendship with, but you feel wrong thinking that way about her.

About her thighs between your head, her fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, just so many dirty thoughts that you can just-

“ Are you thinking about the wanda in your universe?” She asked in a surprised tone and you freak out since you seem to forget that she could also read minds.

“ And what makes you say that other wanda ?”

“I’m not stupid y/n, I can say what you were thinking out loud if you're gonna act like a complete brat right now,” she says with a smirk.

This presents you with 2 options: act like a brat and act like you don’t know what she’s talking about, thus having her say your innermost thoughts, or just tell her yourself.

“ Cmon I don't have much time to wait,” she says as she pulls you close to her, seeing how close you are to her lips, wanting to just kiss this Wanda as you’ve always wanted to the one in your universe.

“ Fuck me please,” you say to her before Wanda kisses you, letting out a moan of satisfaction as she was able to effortlessly have you under her control.

And it didn’t even take that long to do so.

“ You remind me so much of my y/n, so innocent looking but all she wants to do is be a good girl for her mommy,” she says as she puts her hand under your chin, taking a minute to obverse how fuck out you already seem, excited at being able to fuck you.

‘ wait mommy’ you think to yourself. That you did not expect from your friend’s counterpart but it’s not bad.

“ Stop using that brain of your baby and how about you come and suck on mommy’s tits, I did catch you staring at them when we were on our way over here,” she says as she starts to take off the top from her outfit. Your mouth begins to water at the chance of seeing her partially naked, too horny to even be ashamed of this.

Once Wanda has the top half of her outfit off she takes the back of your head and puts it close to one of her boobs, waiting for you to suck on her nipple and you begin to do so with no instruction from her.

As you begin to suck and lick on her right nipple, you begin to hear wanda let out moans of pleasure and you feel yourself getting wet at how amazing she sounds. It only motivates you to continue making her feel good.

“When I saw you in the other Wanda’s house, seeing you eat her out and letting out all of those moans I wanted to take you away,” she pauses as you begin to suck on her nipple more,” god how about you be a good girl for me and finger my pussy too,” she says to you.

Too occupied with sucking on her nipple that you don’t even see her take off the bottom half of the entire outfit. You move from her right nipple to her left, moving your hand that was on her hip to her pussy, feeling how wet it was and you insert one finger in and go at a slow pace as to let her get to you.

“ You’re such a good slut for me, baby, gonna have to keep you as my little pet if the other wanda doesn’t come and save you herself,” wanda says and makes sure to keep your head in place so you don't move. Not that you would even move away from this woman’s boobs, even by force.

You remove the first finger from her wet pussy and add in a second one, hearing the other wanda let out a loud moan that seems to be mixed with pain at the stretch but you make sure to go slow for her.

“ Be a good pet for me and go faster, make mommy feel good, and maybe you can fuck yourself on my thigh in return,” she says to you and you make work of fucking her pussy faster while sucking on your left nipple.

It’s not long before you feel her walls flutter and she lets out a loud moan, signaling that she’s cumming but you also get a surprise as well as you feel a warm liquid come town your throat and you do your best to swallow as much of it as you can.

‘ i do not want to leave this Wanda at all’ you think to yourself before you feel her pull to so your can kiss her and she moans at how she can taste her milk on your lips.

“I’m not letting you leave my sight y/n, she says and you let out a moan at what being with this other wanda can bring.

#lizs writing #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda maximoff smut #marvel smut #marvel insert fics

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 9 months

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“Maybe I could offer up an idea?”

You really needed a good house plant. That was todays primary mission. Something that was fun, easy to take care of, and hopefully big enough to add some life to your new apartment in a new city in a new country. Did you mention you were new here?

Yes. Very new. As soon as you were offered to relocate to Seoul your voice said “Yes!” Without even a second thought. Your superiors told you you could think about it, but you were ready for a change; the new hair just wasn’t cutting it.

You weren’t close to anyone besides your family so it made it easy. The move was mostly clothes, as you planned to refurnish completely within the new location.

But now, you were left with three weeks before they wanted you to start working at the new office building, and you wanted to decorate.

You made sure the missions were simple every day. Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, living room, and then decor. But today, you just wanted a few damn plants or even just one to add life to the place.

You were staring at some giant potted trees, of which you could barely read the tag, when a man stopped to ask if you were okay, he spoke English which was surprising, but probably started with that since you did not look Korean. You assumed it was a worker and state, “no I’m okay, just trying to make a decision.”

“Maybe I could offer up an idea?” He was persistent.

You looked over to ask him to buzz off, politely, when you were met with a gorgeous blonde haired man pushing around a cart full of plants and a carefree outfit that screamed ‘customer’. “Oh sorry, I thought you worked here. Why do you have so many plants?”

“Decorating my dorm. It’s so boring. My friend suggested plants to give me something to take care of instead of my own animal. You??”

He was talkative and over explaining, but you enjoyed the easy conversation. “Same. I mean, new apartment. Boring. Need something to focus on besides work.”

He made a cheesy grin at your repetitive response; it was so gorgeous you were caught off guard that a man that looked like him was just wandering the streets. “Grab a cart. I’ve got time to help.”

You didn’t respond, just nodded and reached for a small cart.

“Lots of natural light?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to water it all the time?”

“Nooo. Too much pressure.”

He laughs a hardy reply, “I know that feeling. What size?”

“All sizes.”

He starts carefully placing all variations of plants in your cart. He quirks a brow, “Budget?”

You should say your budget, but instead you are so fascinated at this random man taking this initiative that you shake your head ‘no’ so that he will continue.

Once you are both satisfied with your hauls you head to the check out. “How do you know what plants to get so well?”

“Oh, I don’t. I just got you the same plants as me because our living situations are the same. “ you stop in your tracks and he looks back to see the amused look on your face. You cackle are his blatantly obvious answer and just can’t help but smile harder than you had in months.

“My name’s y/n, by the way. Obviously new here if you can’t tell by my accent.”

He was smitten. You were a gorgeous foreigner that was just trying to get by, but you took everything in stride and handled him with grace. You even belly-laughed at him even when he wasn’t joking. Lord, help him now.

“My name is Jisung. Im glad I could help you with something to get you comfortable here.”

You shouldn’t be so forward, but having met such a friendly person in such a big and busy city probably won’t happen very often. “Well, Han. I’m actually looking for some help with furnishing my apartment. If you aren’t busy, could I offer you food at a restaurant of your choice for your help maneuvering this huge city?”

He smiled at you, trying to contain his excitement at seeing your gorgeous smile again. This could be fun. “I would be delighted, y/n.”

@sweetracha @2chopsticks2eyes @lyramundana @moonlightndaydreams

#look at this man #stray kids #han jisung #i love him #loml #skz #hannie #han jisung x reader #Han Jisung cute #han jisung imagines #han jisung drabbles #han jisung x y/n #han jisung scenarios #han jisung x you

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threadsun · 1 year

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Hiya Dearie~!

How about something a lil different? How about you tell us your headcanons on all the boys? Theirs Likes, Places to Find Them, Food, Motivations, Things they like about their MCs? Stuff like that!

Cause I know you have your own personal headcanons on the boys, and I wish to know more about them from you!

If you're okay with that, that is. Thank You!

Oh yes!!!! I love sharing my headcanons so much!!!! Thank you for asking, darling <3

Jack:

I'm just gonna put it out there, I think Jack's lying about the whole fading away if MC doesn't believe in him thing. I think he can control whether or not they can touch him and how transparent he is, and he uses that to convince MC that they'd be responsible for him disappearing forever if they don't love him

So his motivation to keep them with him really is a twisted love, not just because they're his only hope at survival

He loves arcades. If MC goes to an arcade, he's like a kid in a candy shop! He wants to watch them play everything and he will backseat game

The only memories of his past life that he's retained are memories of Jack and his lore. So he knows what Christmas is because there was a Christmas special once, but he has no idea what Christianity is

He loves birds, he's an avid bird watcher! Whenever MC is busy and he can't be around them, he sits at the window and watches the birds. His favourite is the blue jay :)

We all know he loves puns, so he needs a partner with a good sense of humour

He's mildly annoyed whenever people call him a clown. He's not a clown. A clown intentionally dresses up differently to entertain people, he just Looks Like That!!

He really likes trains!

Ian:

Autism, austims, he's autistic!!! I mean, they're all autistic, but like he's so autistic!!! Do NOT try to make eye contact with him, do NOT try to make him eat foods with bad textures, DO ask him about his special interests please please please

His biggest happy stim is tapping, so when he's with his partner and he's super happy, he'll start tapping on them

When he loves something or someone he will S T A R E. Just unblinking staring. It's his love stare!

He plays so many tcgs. He goes down to the comic book store every Friday night to play little tournaments

He was sent to therapy as a kid by his mother, but the therapist spent the whole time trying to make him "act normal" so now he's scared to try therapy again as an adult

When left to his own devices, he'll eat the most bullshit awful breakfasts. He's just too tired to make anything legit, so he'll eat like... a cold poptart straight from the foil or just crunch into a frozen hash brown without bothering to heat it up

He's like a zombie in the mornings. Just completely going through the motions without taking in anything around him

His mother picked out all of his clothes until he got to college. When he had to start picking his own outfits for the first time, it went... about as well as you might imagine

Shaun:

The first book he ever read was Kitten's First Full Moon and it permanently altered his psyche and made him the cat-obsessed guy he is today

He also read the catwings books and cried when he found out that cats with wings didn't really exist. He was inconsolable. Even as an adult, it makes him sad to remember that catwings aren't real

Cats are his special interest (yes he's autistic too, they're all autistic), and he knows every fact about every type of cat both big and small. He prides himself on it

He was actually terrified of horror movies when he was a kid. It wasn't until his late teens/early 20s that he started getting into them

He loves to bake! He's not good at it, but he loves to do it!

His life dream is to own a house with a secret bookcase door. He doesn't care what's behind it or anything, he just wants to pull on a book or statue on one of the shelves and have the whole bookshelf swing off the wall and reveal a secret area

His go-to first date spot is this little 50s style diner he found by accident one night after getting lost on the way home

He wants a partner who isn't afraid to prank him. He thinks it's cute and romantic!

He can't watch a movie silently. He will talk through the whole thing

Nick:

It's gonna shock you, but he's actually also autistic! BDSM is a special interest of his, which is how he got into the scene. Something about having clear rules and protocols makes him feel better, it makes socialising easier when he knows it's all an act and agreed upon beforehand

Pico and Cheese weren't originally his. He was very close with an elderly neighbour of his who he used to bring leftover food to, and when she passed away, she left her two dogs to him

He's a massive nerd. He loves tcgs and anime and comic books. He also used to have braces as a kid, but they hurt so bad that he stole some wire cutters and tore out the wires. He still had the brackets for a few months though

He got his ears pierced at claire's :(

He has a little stick-and-poke tattoo of a smiley face on the top of his foot. He did it himself while trying to learn how to do them

He's really good with kids! He was a babysitter in high school and he was amazing at it, the kids adored him

He wants a partner who's adventurous and playful, someone who can keep up with him and his interests

His ideal date is going to a couple's cooking class together

He's chronically ill. He gets sick really often, and is frequently fatigued and in pain. He's a part-time cane and wheelchair user, depending on how bad he's feeling on any given day

Joseph:

He's Jewish :3c He's agnostic, but he's still Jewish and finds a lot of meaning in celebrating the holidays

He was really close to his grandmother, she was the one adult in his life who was always kind and supportive of him. He ran away the day after her funeral

He worked a lot of jobs between running away and getting the role of Jack. He did a lot of sex work, he worked as a bouncer at a queer club, he did a lot of stealing. Generally, whatever it took to get by

He likes to walk around at night, he finds the darkness calming

He can only cook a handful of things, but he has his grandmother's old recipe book, and if his partner ever cooked him something from it, he'd be completely smitten

He's afraid of water. He can't swim, and the idea of getting into a pool or the ocean or something scares him

He loves halloween. Haunted hay rides, haunted houses, just everything spooky and fun!

He really likes animals. He's spent a lot of his time outside, either escaping his home or because he didn't have one, so he feels an affinity for wild animals

He wants a partner who doesn't expect him to be big and strong all the time. Someone who'll encourage him to be soft and let himself be taken care of

Jean:

He did ballet for like ten years. His movements are always super graceful now, and he still sometimes finds himself practicing his positions when he's bored

He's got a bit of a complex about his masculinity. Most of the men he ends up working with are taller and buffer than him, and he's self conscious about it

He makes the most heavenly hot chocolate. It's his big comfort drink, and it's always so warm and rich and has the perfect amount of mini marshmallows and whipped cream

This is actually my beloved @threadmoon's headcanon but I love it so much: his costume is by far the warmest of the crew's, so in the summer when they're filming he's passed out from heatstroke more than once. He's very familiar with the medic on set

On the other side of it, he's mildly anaemic so in the winter he gets very cold. He keeps lots of blankets around the house for that

He prefers at-home dates to going out. He wants to keep his relationship private, he doesn't want to risk being seen and recognised

He's... intense. He needs a partner who can put up with (or even match) that intensity

He loves all things cooking and baking! Any special day, like birthdays or anniversaries, he'll go all out and make a feast to share with his partner

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj headcanons #18+ only #sunshine #oooughhhhh this was so self-indulgent and fun!!!!#misswilding

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witchyyflowers · 2 years

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Eddie & s/o at Rocky Horror

Headcanons for Eddie and his s/o attending a Rocky Horror showing together!

pairing. Eddie Munson x f!reader

tags. Henderson reader, established relationship, getting ready together, all the fluff, pretty much stupid young adults in love

an. Okay this is my first post literally ever on here but Eddie has given me so many ideas for writing that I had to actually put down some headcanons so apologies if this is a little rough but any feedback is so appreciated!

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First thing’s first, Eddie Munson’s jaw literally hit the floor when he saw you through his window dressed up as Janet for halloween one year when you went to pick up Max for trick or treating.

This also definitely did not prompt him to fling open the door and yell across the road “I’ll be damned, Janet! Not quite what I expected to see you as this year” giving a small shrug and blocking out the golden evening sun with your hand you just say “Well the garters and corset would’ve had my mom’s head spinning so I went with what was left.”

I mean you didn’t know Eddie at the time but you knew of him because of school and of course if there’s anyone who would understand your costume it would be the one kid known for his weird interests so you appreciate him already for simply noticing and having the courage to compliment you when no one else will be able to

Max finally runs out to your car and sending a polite smile over your shoulder aimed at Eddie you slip back in the driver's seat

He just stands there for a second in complete shock that somebody who everybody at school generally knows, who has normal friends, is a good student, hell you’re in Hawkins High student government, could be found at a risqué midnight showing of Rocky Horror

However you two finally going to a showing together doesn’t happen until a decent bit into your relationship

Because let’s be honest, there isn’t a theater within a 20 mile radius of Hawkins that has showings or even knows what Rocky Horror is

“What do you think Eddie should we dress up? The past few times a lot of people ha-”

“OH MY GOD YES”

It was an unsaid fact that Eddie was going as Frank N Furter

BECAUSE COME ON PEOPLE THE HAIR!!! THE HAIR!!!

After a few trips to the craft store and borrowing a pair of your mom’s pearls (plus a very thrilling trip to the adult store for corsets) the outfits are ready to be put together

Which cues getting ready together in Eddie’s slightly cramped bathroom oh my g o d

You finally feel comfortable enough to go in full Rose Tint My World glamor much to Eddie’s delight

You sit on the counter while Eddie stands between your legs while you do his eyeliner, your focused face makes an appearance which in turn makes Eddie’s heart flutter simply because you look so cute but he can also tell you really want to make him look fantastic

Also helping him put on the brightest shade of red lipstick you have seen in your life you can’t help but laugh a little while he stands there smiling at you

Eddie finally looking at himself in the mirror, “Now this is some metal shit, babe!”

You help each other make sure those corsets are on tight and not going anywhere which leaves you both flushed

Once you’re both ready you can finally see each other in full get up and both of you are just in utter awe of each other

Because screw social norms, screw the town of Hawkins, you two are dressed to perfection and the excited energy is palpable!

He can’t help but just grab your face and start peppering kisses all over

“Ed stop it! You’re gonna leave that lipstick all over me!” you laugh out

“I am so glad that we’re doing this together” with complete puppy eyes

Once you get to the theater the night just gets better. On your guys’ way in people stop you multiple times just to give you compliments, somebody walking around with a polaroid asks to take a photo of you two which you happily strike a stupid pose for. Kind enough to take an extra photo to hold on to Eddie takes it proudly stating it’ll go straight on the fridge

During the show rice is tossed, you and Eddie end up having to share a newspaper to cover your heads making you consistently steal glances at each other. Eddie also whips out his lighter that he has somehow magically secured in his corset so he can shine it during frankenstein’s palace

By the end of the night you two can barely speak from all the singing and cheering, drunk on pure happiness from being able to be as weird and crazy as you want without a side glare from your peers

Walking out with his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist, grins spread across your face while talking about which moments were your favorite

“Alright Munson if we get a flat tire promise me you won’t pull over or follow any motorcycles okay?”

“Mmm, no promises princess”

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