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piichuu · 18 days

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♡ DODGING HIS KISSES

FEATURING: baji keisuke, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

NOTES: this is a very old draft that i’m posting while working on the june drabbles and mikey series <333

BAJI KEISUKE

anyone who saw baji keisuke would most likely not take him as an affectionate guy, it is a side he hides well and only keeps for your eyes to see. he can’t help but enjoy the little things. intertwining his fingers with yours whenever he wants to make sure that you know he’s there, putting an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek or just doing something as simple as kissing your lips.

never have you dodged his kisses before, but when you eventually turn your head so his lips misses yours and meet your cheek instead, his eyes widen. he has had a tough day being away from you while you’ve been away at school, so what did he do for you to suddenly not let him kiss you.

“what are you doing?” he stares at you blankly, getting a giggle out of you as his cheeks are suddenly squished together by your hands. “you have chocolate all over your lips, baji.”

he raises an eyebrow and quickly wipes a finger over his lips, just now realizing that the chocolate he ate an hour ago has been stuck to him since then. you’re still looking at him with a smile on your face and without having a second to react, he presses his lips to yours. “that won’t stop me, you should know better.”

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

your boyfriend would never in his life complain about getting to have you in his arms, having his arms wrapped around your waist while your head is resting in the crook of his neck. it is still early morning and none of you have any work or school to attend today, so sleeping in was an obvious choice.

the both of you awake around the same time, tired eyes gazing at one another with lazy smiles on your faces. “good morning, angel,” he mumbles, his voice just as hoarse as it always tends to be in the morning, no matter what time he wakes up.

his fingers thread through your hair while your face is still hidden by his skin. “good morning,” your voice is muffled which causes a raspy chuckle to escape his throat. he places a kiss to your temple before reaching his hand down to cup your cheek and make you look at him. “i hope you slept well, we could go back to sleep if you want.”

chifuyu leans in so his face is closer to yours, but just as his lips are only mere millimeters away from yours, you suddenly turn your head, this action causing his heart to stop. “w-what?” “hm?” you don’t seem to realize what you just did, most likely too tired to understand what he was trying to do. now realizing that it was unintentional is what makes him smile and stroke your cheek. “nothing, wanna go back to sleep?” a nod and those droopy eyes of yours only reassure him more that you wouldn’t purposely dodge his kisses without a reason. “alright, sleep tight baby.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA

there is nothing that takashi mitsuya loves more than to come home to you after a tiring day at work. all he can think about when fixing ripped shirts or making new ones is you, you will always be stuck to his mind no matter what he does.

tonight, the two of you are supposed to go out for dinner together as it will soon be your anniversary and due to your schedules, you won’t be able to do anything special when the date has come. mitsuya will be busy with work while you will have exams to study for, so both of you decided that it was better to have dinner a few days early.

when your boyfriend enters your home to quickly change into fancier clothes, he’s greeted by you who’s already standing in the hallway and waiting for him. you are already dressed up from top to toe, causing takashi mitsuya’s mouth to fall wide open. the two of you often only see each other in pajamas or the usual work clothes, so suddenly seeing you in such fancy clothes does something to his heart. not that he doesn’t always think that you’re the prettiest person alive.

you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a loose hug. “how was work?” you ask as he leans down to press his lips to yours, but right as he’s about to, you put your finger over his lips and smile softly. “lipstick, your lips will get all messed up and i’ll have to redo it,” mitsuya groans into your shoulder. “please? i’ll help you redo it.

he looks at you with pleading eyes as his gaze only continues to glide down towards your red lips. “if you get ready, you might get a kiss,” that’s all he needs to hear before he’s off towards the bedroom to change.

KEN RYUGUJI

the two of you are often together, almost as if you were stuck by the hip. if he’s hanging out with his friends, he will send you texts and tell you that he’ll be home soon. if you are away for school, you will snap a few pictures of what you are doing so he can follow you throughout the day. is this something he would ever admit to his friends though? he’ll no. you are the only one who will ever see this side of him.

so when coming home to you after a tiring day with his friends, all he wants is to hold you close and receive kisses from you. it’s what keeps him motivated throughout the day and stops him from sending you texts about how much he misses you.

ken ryuguji usually hates to show himself being vulnerable, but with you it all becomes different. you make him smile, you make him warm, so when he sees you laying on the couch, curled up under a blanket and watching a movie, draken can’t help but smile.

he walks over to you and kneels on the floor, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, but just as his lips are about to meet yours, you suddenly turn your head, dodging his kiss. he furrows his eyebrows at that, not understanding what caused you to do that just now. “what are you doing?” he asks as you look at him again, smiling softly. “i didn’t brush my teeth this morning, my breath probably stinks.”

hearing that causes draken to chuckle and he shakes his head. “i don’t care if your breath stinks, i want to kiss you,” straight forward, something he has only started to be further into your relationship. he would never admit such a thing a year ago when you’d only been together for a couple of months. but he doesn’t allow you to react as his hand rests on your cheek and he connects his lips with yours. “missed you.”

MANJIRO SANO

there is no way to doge manjiro sano’s kisses. if he has to chase you just to get one single kiss, he will. of course he wouldn’t ever force you to kiss him, but he knows when you’re dodging his kisses just to play with him.

so when you turn your head so his lips meet your cheek instead, his eyes widen and you look at him with a smile playing at your lips right before you sprint away from him and through the living room, towards the bedroom. giggles fill the apartment as mikey chases you around the rooms, causing you to stumble over furniture and almost trip.

it is when you eventually trip on your own feet and land comfortably on the couch that mikey takes his chance and wraps his arms around your waist so you can’t flee. the both of you giggle as he tickles your sides and pulls you close, leaning in to connect his lips with yours, still with smiles on both of your faces.

“you’re getting faster,” he pants, collapsing on top of you as he’s suddenly run out of energy after all that running. you smile softly, running a hand through his blonde hair as he relaxes into your touch, continuing to press a few kisses to your lips. “i love your kisses, will do anything to get them.”

SHINICHIRO SANO

his heart would break into a million pieces if you ever tried to dodge his kisses. his mind will fill with a hundred thoughts at the same time. what did he do wrong? are you mad at him? is he a bad kisser? are you going to break up with him? did he say something that hurt your feelings before he left for work?

the questions are many when you look away from him just as he leans in to kiss you. almost in an instant, his eyes begins to water. he finds it difficult to understand what he did wrong, you were smiling when he walked through the door, weren’t you? he thought you were happy to see him.

shinichiro looks down and doesn’t say a word while taking his jacket off and putting it on a hanger. he puts his shoes by yours and grabs his backpack to carry it into the bedroom. seeing him in such a down mood is what causes you to drop the act, cupping his face and looking right into his eyes. “i’m so sorry, shin. me and my friends wanted to try to dodge our boyfriend’s kisses to see how you would react, i’m so sorry.”

your thumb rubs against his cheek and he visibly relaxes at the explanation, letting out a sigh of relief. “i love your kisses, shin. i’m sorry for making you so sad,” you lean in to press your kiss to his for a short but sweet kiss. shinichiro puts a hand on your waist while the other one is still holding his backpack. “it was a little mean,” he mumbles.

he intertwines his fingers with yours and walks into the bedroom with you following behind. your boyfriend drops the backpack on the floor and puts his arms around your waist, pulling you onto the bed so he can cuddle up to you. “you’ll have to make it up to me with lots of kisses.” “of course, shin. you’ll get all the kisses you want.”

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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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A REQUEST FOR LIP PLEASEEE!! him getting hammered in a party then he calls you to rescue him or smth then you gotta drag him and drive him back home. he asks you sleep over and you stayed! thats basically my idea u can develop it however u like <333 can be fluff alone or added w a bit of spice🤭 but we’ll enjoy it nevertheless

Drunk Mind, Sober Heart

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, angst (nothing happens bc Lip is drunk), dirty talk, language

Summary: *in req*

Word Count: 2.5k

An ear splitting noise startled me awake. I shot up, my eyes flinging open, only to discover that my bedroom was completely dark.

Was that my alarm?

No, there is no way in hell it was eight in the morning already.

I groaned in frustration and reached for my bedside table. As my eyes adjusted, I ran my palm along the smooth wood, my bedroom gradually coming into view. Unfortunately, my vision was not properly adjusted to perceive the small black box. My hand pushed a mysterious object, and a soft thud echoed.

“Shit!”

I exclaimed. I threw my torso off the bed and inspected the carpeted floor for my phone.

Whoever was calling me at this hour was gonna get it.

When I realized I didn't have much time before the call went to voicemail, I quickened my pace, grunting from the unexpected effort.

“Yes!”

The artificial glow burned into my retinas as I flipped the phone over to expose the screen. I was forced to squint so I could see who had the audacity to call me at such an inconvenient hour.

I rolled my eyes.

Of fucking course.

With a sour attitude, I accepted the call. I was miffed at Lip for ruining my perfect night of restful sleep.

“What? This better be good Lip, or I’m gonna be really pissed.”

I flopped onto the bed and fixed my gaze on the boring ceiling. On the other end of the line, there was a cacophony of voices and screams. It was so loud that it resembled a roar. To prevent going deaf, I moved the phone a few inches from my ear.

“Heyyyyyy Y/N. How are ya?”

Every syllable lacked clarity. Oh, come on, why did I have to be the one getting booty called tonight? I disregarded his inquiry and instead put forth my own.

“Lip, what time is it?”

I inquired in part to gauge his level of inebriation and in part because I was too sluggish to remove my phone from my ear to check the time.

“Uhhhh- that’s a great question.”

There was rustling from the other end of the line.

“It’s 9 oh 3.”

I cocked a brow.

“You sure about that?”

“Uh-hold on. Gimmie a sec.”

Rustling.

“Do you read from left to right or right to left?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. At the very least, this would make a good story in a few days after I recovered from my extreme sleep deprivation.

“Left to right, at least in English.”

“Okay, thanks. You’re so smart.”

Rustling.

“Okay, it’s 3 oh 9. Well… 3:10 now.”

I tried to shake the sleep from my brain by closing my eyes and gently kneading my soft eyelids.

“That’s just perfect. You do remember me saying I had an 8 am class today, right?”

“Yes I do. I just-I lost my phone, and yours is the-the only phone number I remember.”

He had never been this drunk before. Lip had a very high tolerance for alcohol. The number of drinks he must have consumed to get to this point is beyond my comprehension. His speech was becoming more slurred by the second, almost as if he were nodding off.

I completely ignored the fact that he used his phone to call me. He was comprehending very little at this moment.

“How many drinks have you had, Lip?”

Silence.

“Uh-that’s another great question…”

His voice trailed off. I sure hope he didn't doze off on me.

“Alright Lip, don’t fall asleep.”

I threw myself into a sitting position and switched on the bedside table lamp. The room instantly filled with bright light. My eyes watered. I squinted to accommodate the abrupt change.

“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

I tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear as I reached down to put on my slippers.

“Uh-I don’t know the address.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Alright, well, can you give me any information that could help me find you?”

I stood, the phone pressed to my ear. I threw a light jacket over my shoulders to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra.

“Uh-it’s down the street from an old gas station.”

I knew exactly where he was. There was only one party host who lived next to an old gas station.

“Are you at Christian’s house?”

“No. Well, actually, I don’t know.”

I walked to my front door, shaking my head in disbelief. I plucked my car keys from the wood tray by the door, twirling them between my fingers. The silence that engulfed my apartment complex was deafening compared to the soft jingle.

“I’ll come and get ya’. Just give me ten minutes. Don’t move a muscle.”

“Okay. I’ll be waitin’ for ya on the front lawn.”

“Perfect.”

I drove slowly, not in a hurry to arrive at Christian's house. Lip could handle himself when he was drunk. Sure, he said stupid shit at times, but if I truly believed he was a danger to himself, I would increase my urgency.

Not even a meek flicker of light could be seen in the windows of nearby houses. My car was engulfed in darkness. Everything was pitch black save for a few street lamps that did little to penetrate the gloom. The world was still and silent.

It reminded me of the twilight zone. I was imprisoned in an environment where time did not exist. I was alone. There were no people who could guide me. I was trapped.

That was the impression I had up until I arrived at Christian's house. The street was lined with parked cars. There were sober individuals mixed in with those who were stumbling drunk. Christian’s house was bursting at the seams. People could be seen congregating on the lawn, in the upper windows, shoving their way inside, and shoving their way out. I stopped my car in front of the grass. Sure enough, Lip was standing on the front lawn, gazing at the street with a blank stare.

I giggled. He looked lost.

I opened my car window and protruded my head outside.

“Lip Gallagher! Your chauffeur is here!”

I shouted sarcastically. My joke elicited a few giggles from various partygoers. A stupidly uneven smile appeared on Lip’s face as he awoke from his stupor.

“Oh hi, Y/N! I didn’t even know you were coming!”

“Get in Lip. I’m gonna take you home.”

Lip walked over, nearly tripping ten times in the short distance he had to cover. I laughed at his erratic behavior.

“You're gonna sit in the back, Lip?”

I caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror. His head was leaning against the headrest, and his eyes were closed. He looked serene. Lip jerked awake. His half lidded eyes hurriedly scanned the back of my car as if expecting company.

“Uh-no. I’ll sit in the front.”

I anticipated that he would exit the vehicle and move to the front seat. Instead, he launched himself over the center console.

“Jesus Lip!”

I exclaimed, a flurry of limbs obstructing my view. His body relaxed as he sank into the passenger seat.

“That’s better. It’s much more comfortable up here.”

I scoffed and decided not to participate in this pointless conversation.

Lip didn't speak once during the entire drive back to his apartment, which surprised me. His breathing evened out. I could only assume that he had dozed off. His head would softly crash into the window when I crossed a bump in the road. Although the position didn't appear to be comfortable, Lip was too far gone to bother.

I parked in front of Lip’s dorm complex.

“Lip.”

The mere mention of his name caused Lip to instantly become alert, his hands fumbling all over my car.

“Yes?”

I grinned.

“Do you need help walking or can you manage?”

“I got it.”

Lip stumbled out of the vehicle and looked up at his run-down dorm building. Thank God he was at a dorm and not in his chaotic home. Only occasionally have I had to pick up Lip from a party. Yet, I always seem to run into one of Fiona's conquests who is using the cover of night to elude detection.

“This isn’t my house.”

“Yes it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Lip, you moved. You live in a dorm now.”

Lip squinted, still not convinced.

“Oh!”

His eyes widened as his face relaxed.

“Yeah, I remember now.”

We moved slowly as we ascended the stairs. Lip kept stumbling forward, tripping, falling, then shooting back up. The cycle was then repeated ten steps later. Eventually I caved and slung his arm over my shoulder to quicken the process.

“Are your roommates home?”

I wanted to ignite a casual conversation because I could feel Lip growing heavier. I was struggling under his weight and quickly ran out of breath.

“Yes. Actually, no. I don’t think so. I think they left town.”

“Where did they go?”

“They went… to- somewhere.”

Thank God. I could throw Lip on his bed, tuck him in, and leave without any awkward encounters.

I threw Lip’s dorm room open and reached for the lightswitch.

“Noooooo. Don’t turn on the lights.”

I reconciled.

“Alright. Whatever you say.”

It was the home stretch. Lip’s bed was in sight.

I threw him onto it. Under his weight, the springs groaned loudly, disturbing the peace.

“Alright Lip, looks like my work here is done.”

I couldn't help but smile as I turned to leave. Even though I adored Lip and knew this would make a great story, I was eager to crawl into bed.

“Wait…”

He said meekly.

I turned, exhaling an exasperated sigh.

“What now?”

In the ten seconds that I was looking elsewhere, he had somehow gotten himself into a seated position.

“Come here.”

With the most threatening voice his inebriated mind could conjure, he demanded. I rolled my eyes as I approached him.

His expression was sluggish. He seemed to be in a drug-induced coma. Lip’s eyes were half lidded and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned in a silly manner.

I came to a halt about a foot and a half in front of him.

“Come closer.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest and taking a step forward.

“Closerrrrrr.”

He was undoubtably fucking with me. But whatever, I’ll play his stupid game. I took another step forward, our knees brushing.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he glanced at me through his thick lashes.

Shit.

What have I gotten myself into?

Lip encircled my thighs with his large hands, tugging me forward until the waistband of my shorts was level with his nose.

The air hitched in my throat.

“Lip!”

I exclaimed.

Lip began pressing tender kisses to the tops of my bare thighs, maintaining intense eye contact.

“Come on Y/N, live a little.”

I chuckled, my face flushed with embarrassment, despite the fact that Lip was completely unaware of his actions.

“Lip you really are drunk out of your mind.”

Lip chuckled against my skin.

“Maybe.”

He mumbled.

“No, not maybe, definitely.”

His voice was remarkably crisp and clear. Lip was in his element. He was truly demonstrating his ability to woo any woman, even when his mind was under the influence of alcohol.

“Okay, I’m a little drunk.”

I couldn’t deny that he looked unbelievably sexy with his hot mouth trailing along my thighs.

“But I bet you’re already wet just thinking about me inside you.”

His tone was sultry.

How did he manage to flirt drunk better than I could flirt stone cold sober?

Smug bastard.

“I-“

I couldn't refute his accusation because he was completely correct. I could already feel the wetness pooling in my panties and all he had done was kiss my thighs.

“Come on Y/N, just let me fuck you.”

He pushed the hem of my shirt upwards, exposing a thin strip of my stomach. Lip’s fiery touch ignited an expanse of goosebumps along my soft skin.

He pressed several hot, open mouthed kisses to my lower abdomen.

I shuddered.

My knees began to shake.

Jesus.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and meekly pushed him away. Lip resisted, his mouth remaining pressed against my body.

“You’re so tense all the fuckin’ time.”

I gulped, squeezing my eyes shut. If I continued to maintain eye contact, I would never have the strength to put an end to this.

“You need to relax… and I can make you relax. I can eat you out and make you cum all over my face- I can fuck you real slow- make you feel really good-“

His warm mouth was hovering just above my waistband.

“Lip, we’re friends-“

“Friends fuck. Friends fuck all the time.”

He moved a hand forward, rubbing soft circles into my clothed clit.

Jesus, he was touching me through two layers of clothing and I was still getting insanely hot and bothered.

No.

Hell no.

“Sure, but sober friends don’t fuck drunk friends.”

I was more assertive in my actions. I pushed him away from me. Lip's mouth disconnected from my stomach with a soft pop. His hands landed in his lap.

“No?”

He asked with a sarcastic pout.

“Maybe another time.”

I said despite knowing Lip wouldn’t remember this tomorrow.

“Okay. But I got ya thinkin’ about it, didn’t I?”

He asked smugly.

“Yes, you did.”

Lip fell to one side, his head hitting the pillow.

“Will you stay with me?”

I chuckled.

“What are you, seven?”

Lip groaned, his eyes shut.

“No-I’m at least 10.”

Despite my jokes, I wanted to be with Lip. I'd possessed a small crush on him for the many years we'd been friends, but I wasn't sure if it was something I should pursue. It was always a minor nagging thought in the back of my mind, never something to take seriously.

Until tonight.

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

I crawled into bed with him, slinging an arm around his waist.

“Love ya Y/N.”

His voice was slurred to the point where his words could barely be understood. But I recognized what he was saying. When it was time to say goodbye, he always told me he loved me (platonically, of course). I'm grateful that drunk him still clung to our traditions.

“Love you too Lip.”

Lip smelled like stale tobacco and cheap alcohol. It wafted into my nose in waves, lulling me to sleep.

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katsu28 · 8 months

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Congrats on 2K Kait!!!! And this celi is gonna be so fun, but don’t stress yourself out <333

☕️☕️☕️ I’d love a drink of “carefully initiating slight intimacy (like holding hands, hugging, etc.) since they aren't quite sure how far they could go with where they are” from List D with Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Thank you so much <33

may have strayed a little from the prompt but i hope you enjoy anyways!

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.3k, join the celebration!

To make it extremely clear, you were not dating Jake Seresin.

He was one of the most remarkable people you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with, kind and funny and braver than most folks would ever admit, but no, you weren’t dating him.

You really, really wanted to, though. You just weren’t sure if that’s what he wanted too.

Sometimes you got the feeling he did, like when Nat had caught him staring at you from behind the rim of his beer and very loudly called him out in front of everyone for unashamedly ogling you. He’d vehemently denied any said ogling with flaming red cheeks, but you noticed him doing it again three more times that same night.

Or when you went to the farmer’s market with him one Sunday morning and it was so crowded you were positive you’d lose him in the throngs of people. He slid his hand into yours that time, lacing your fingers together tightly as you tugged him to tent after tent.

Sometimes you thought about how you weren’t all that slick either.

Like that time Mickey invited you to the beach with all of them, and you got so distracted by Jake’s shirtless chest during dogfight football you nearly missed the pass he’d lobbed you. It all worked out in the end though, because when Jake’s team inevitably won, he’d hugged you and spun you around gleefully.

It was worth it to feel the press of his chest against yours.

You found yourself looking for him everywhere you went, regardless of whether he was actually there or not. You’d like to run into him at the mundane places—grocery store, laundromat, coffee shop—just so you’d be able to spend more time with him.

But those were totally platonic, good friend things to do, right?

Like always, your eyes searched for Jake as soon as you stepped into the Hard Deck tonight, scanning the packed bar for any sign of that telltale blond head of hair you wanted to see so badly.

Today especially, because you’d had one hell of a day at work. Between spilling coffee on your shirt first thing in the morning, to your shitty boss lecturing you about an error that wasn't even your fault, to hitting the worst traffic imaginable on the way home, you could really use one of his special Jake pep talks right now.

Much to your dismay, you spotted Rooster first, and although you did enjoy his presence, he wasn’t the man you were looking for. You made your way over anyways, greeting everyone as cheerfully as you could given your circumstances, still looking around for Jake.

“Hangman’s getting another round, if you wanted to put your order in.” Nat informed you, nodding towards the bar. Lo and behold, there he was a head above the rest, broad shoulders helping you spot him almost immediately. You weren’t sure how you’d missed him upon first glance.

You thanked Nat quickly, wasting no time in making your way over until you’d pushed up next to him at the bartop. Maybe a little too quickly, because your shoulder bumped against his arm a bit harshly, and his head whipped in your direction, probably an expletive at the tip of his tongue. When he saw it was just you, his expression did a complete 180, now a grin so big his eyes crinkled at the edges.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d be showin’ your face around here tonight.” His smooth, Texas twanged voice had part of the tension dropping from your shoulders. He seemed to notice because his smile dropped a little bit and he tilted his head, regarding you with those pretty green eyes you always found yourself getting lost in. “Y’alright, darlin’?”

“Yeah. Just…horrible day.” You sighed, drumming your fingers against the weathered wood. Jake raised an inquisitive brow, his invitation for you to talk about it. So you did, telling him every shitty little thing that happened since the moment you woke up to the second you pulled into the bar parking lot.

As soon as you were done, it instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders—not all of it, but enough to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to burst into tears at any given moment. Jake’s eyes hadn’t left yours the whole way through, keeping you tethered to him with every slow nod and brow crease.

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a time today.” He said quietly, sliding his hand over yours. His palm was calloused and warm, thumb rubbing along your knuckles soothingly. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. Wish I coulda been there for you, maybe knocked some common sense into your idiot boss.”

“Can I just—can you hug me? I really feel like I need a hug right now.” You weren't sure if that was asking too much of him, considering you didn’t quite know where the two of you stood in terms of what you were to each other, but you had to ask.

“Sure. Of course I can, c’mere.” Jake opened his arms for you as soon as the words left your mouth, letting you bury yourself against his chest like you’d done it a thousand times before.

But really, you’d never hugged Jake before. Not like this, at least. A few brief greeting hugs, thank you hugs, celebrating your win at partners beer pong at a barbeque hugs—but you'd never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you felt in Jake’s right now. They were strong, circling around you tightly, one hand smoothing up and down the length of your spine slowly, the other cradling the back of your head. You felt like you could weather a storm and still be okay here.

He smelled like laundry detergent and musky cologne when you inhaled, strong but somehow still comforting at the same time, and the cotton of his flannel shirt was soft against your cheek. When you were this close to him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, the way his breath hitched when you hugged him a little tighter than he’d expected.

And you could’ve been wrong, but you swore you could feel his heart beating a little too fast.

“Thank you, Jake. I really needed that.” You sighed, pulling away from him (a little too soon for your liking, if you were being totally honest). “Sorry if it was weird, I just—”

Jake clicked his tongue, smiling at you warmly. “Don’t be sorry, darlin’, I’m glad I could help. You can hug me anytime, alright?”

He licked his lips, clearing his throat before speaking again, voice a lot less confident than you’d ever heard it before. His cheeks were tinged pink too, maybe from the heat of the crowded bar. (Or maybe from you.) “And maybe next time you have a bad day, you can call me? We can go out for lunch or somethin’, help get your mind off the shitty things.”

“You’ll be at work, Jake.”

“The Navy does give us lunch breaks too, y’know.” He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge.

“It’s still clear across town. I couldn't.”

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. I’d even take the damn jet if I had to.”

You couldn't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up into a shy smile. “Pretty sure that's illegal, Lieutenant.”

“But would you? Take me up on the lunch date?” Date. He said date. You smiled even bigger because Jake looked nervous, and he never looked nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t enjoying the effect you seemed to be having on him right now.

“I would.”

“Good. I’m glad.” Jake gathered the beers Penny had set on the bar for him into his hands, shooting you one of those shiny, charming smiles that made you fall for him in the first place as he backpedaled towards the rest of your friends. “Maybe we can do a test run, say…tomorrow, noon? I’ll pick you up.”

“I’d love that.”

So no, you weren't dating Jake Seresin. But maybe, just maybe, after a few lunch dates, you could be.

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wonipeun · 1 year

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ㅤ ༉‧₊˚ how would enhypen members text you as your boyfriends ?

pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader | genre: fluff, as always! warnings: none! | wordcount: 1.2k words

✶﹒author's note: i'm back, yayyy!!! long time no see huhu,,, i've recently been thinking of writing some headcanons of how enhypen would text when dating, so here it is!! hope you enjoy it!! (*˘︶˘*)♡ there is some kind of glitch with the small font? there are random letters that are bigger, sorry about that, i have tried to fix it like 10 times and it keeps popping up smh. hope it's not too much trouble!!!!

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이희승 · lee heeseung ‧₊˚

oh my god heeseung is so in love it's embarassing.

i can literally see him sending flirty texts like "thinking about me?" with the stupidest grin on his mouth, and when you reply with a "yes" he'll start kicking his feet on the bed.

i dont really see him using pet names over text, probably he has you on his contacts as "y/n" and some cute emoji that reminds him of you.

"can i call you?" is probably the text he sends you the most.

heeseung prefers calling over texting, but he's shy about facetiming, especially when you have just started dating.

although he's a bit blunt over text, on calls he's a very veryyyy sweet boyfriend. his smitten voice gives away his love for you completely!!! (>᎑<๑)/♡ even when he tries to keep that "cool guy" image, he just can't do that with you-

"i've missed you" "you did?" "mhm"

oh he is blushing hard!!!!

and so are you!!

you both giggling and all- thisissocuteimsobbing.

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박종성 · park jongseong ೀ

he's so well spoken???

he sends you a looong text every morning to remember you everything you have to remember, wish you a good day and say i love you, ofc.

"good morning y/n, have you slept well? remember you have a dentist appointment at 5 o'clock today. i love you 💗"

"good morning my love, sorry for leaving so early today! your breakfast is on the fridge, hope you enjoy it! have a nice day, see you tonight. i love you 💕"

no because park jongseong is the epitome of husband material.

randomly sends you selcas to let you know where he is and what he is doing. and sends another message right after. like "bowling 🎳" or something (pls- 😭).

"have fun!!"

no. wrong answer.

send him your photo. match his energy.

that's the only correct answer.

"*insert your photo here* cooking dinner👩🏻‍🍳"

the moment he sees the photo he's smiling right away! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

"new wallpaper, hehe~" "NO JAY STOP NOT THAT ONE"

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심재윤 · sim jaeyun ˖ ࣪ ⭑

jake is clingy even over text it's amazing actually

uses a lot of emojis, but he's starting to use ":))" and "ㅠㅠ" recently as well!

"jake" "i miss youuu" "wru??"

the average waiting time for jake to respond to you is about 2.058 seconds, i.e., the time it takes for the phone to unlock and open your chat.

"omw!!!!" "i'll be there in 5 mins!" "i miss you too my love <333" "wait for me!!"

will always, always make sure to show you how much he cares about you, whether in person or over text. that's why he sends several messages a day, although sometimes he has to hold back to avoid being a burden,,,, (pls tell him he's not he just loves you sm).

the most effective way to make jake happy? send him selcas!! at any time! it will take him a few seconds to answer so he can calm his heartbeat and type correctly, but his answer will always make you flustered!! ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ '⸝⸝ ₎ა

"wow" "woah" "baby omg you're beautiful" "how can you be so pretty?" "and mine" "i'm so luckyyyy" "i love you i love you i love you"

he's the cutest i just cannot handle this

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박성훈 · park sunghoon ⊹ ࣪

sunghoon gives me the same vibes as heeseung

but hoon is,,, cuter???

he sends you cute gifs and think is hilarious 😭

"y/n look at this"

probably a picture of a hedgehog wearing a santa claus hat but he's laughing so hard laying literally next to you.

so you can't help but start laughing as well.

he turns around and looks at you with his pretty sparkly eyes and lovely smile.

"it's funny, isn't it?"

tell him it's funny!! he loves to make you laugh <;33

sunghoon is not that expressive when texting, so you can consider his adorable gifs as his virtual displays of affection!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

doesn't want to tell you but he has you on his contacts as "my beautiful girlfriend" or something like that because this man is very much in love.

he tries to be discreet and not look too desperate, but when you both are apart for several days he sends more messages than usual…

"y/n" "i just had lunch" "did you?" "i did" "good" "i miss you" "but not to much" "just a little bit" "i miss you too..?"

he has no idea how to express affection by text please bear with him.

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김선우 · kim sunoo ౨ৎㅤ۫ ㅤ֪

you already know what's coming-

kim sunoo is INTENSE

"my baby y/nieeeeeee💗" "i missed you so much today😢" "shall we have lunch together????" "todays interview has been cancelled!" "i want to see you and kiss you and hug you💕💕💕" "right now😤" "so be ready!!!!"

texts cutely!! and uses a lot of emojis too, mostly pink hearts!!

your photo library is full of his selcas…

although it is true that he takes a lot of pictures for engene and posts them on twitter and weverse, he always saves the best one for you ૮꒰っ˃̵///˂̵c꒱ა

give him compliments!!

"you look so cuteeeeee<;3"

GIGGLES

"i do??" "really???" "but y/nnnn" "if you're saying i'm cute" "being you the cutest one on this world" "then i must be really really cute"

lowkey flirting as he confesses his undying love for you.

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양정원 · yang jungwon ׅ ࣪ ✧

if jungwon is so active on weverse when talking with engenes, just think of the amount of messages you will receive from him in a single day.

wants and needs to tell you anything that happens in his life!!!

"y/n i've just tried this new restaurant" "everything is soooo good!!" "should we order from there next time??" "i want you to try it"

he really wants to involve you in every aspect of his life!! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

loves loves loves facetiming before going to sleep!

my condolences to sunghoon, ni-ki and sunoo who will have to listen to your late-night love calls (they're kinda jealous because you both sound so in love ߹ᯅ߹)

sends lots of pictures of things he thinks are pretty or remind him of you.

"look this little kitten i just came across!!" "is so cute!!" "it looks just like you, so i thought of you right away" "like me??" "of course!!!!!!!!" "look at the eyes" "it looks like you!" "...right?" "maybe i just miss you"

he does.

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にしむらりき · nishimura riki ♡ ֺ ׅ

he just loves to make fun of you even over text

"y/n" "why do you send me all this texts?" "you really miss me that much???"

he misses you more please keep texting him

has you in his contacts as "girlfriend" and you always ask him to change it because is so unaffectionate, but he loves it because it reminds him he can call you his girlfriend????!!!

"girlfriend has text you" yeah he's so proud of that

sends you 984569 tiktoks and gets upset if you don't reply to all of them individually. also doesn't like it when you react to his messages with a heart instead of sending it as a text!!!! >:(

"if you love me show it properly!!!" "IS ALSO A HEART" "IT'S NOT THE SAME"

sends you funny pictures of you late at night because that's when he checks his pictures of you and always ends up laughing so hard that the members have to scold him.

"nishimura riki" "delete that rn" "NEVERRRRRRRR"

instead you send him nice pictures of him on your dates but he always says he looks bad smh (っ- ‸ - ς)

"what. the hell. is that." "i look ugly" "wdym???" "you look cute" "really?" "yeah" "alright you can keep that one"

maybe he just wants your compliments... 🤭

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prentissluvr · 11 months

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feverish — joel miller

gn!reader, platonic!reader, fatherfigure!joel , sickfic , cw : mentions of fever & coughing, sickness in general, mostly unedited , wc : 1K , anon i hope you enjoy it !! <333

joel notices immediately when you begin lagging behind him and ellie. but you don’t say anything, so neither does he, just pausing occasionally to let you catch up.

in the end, it’s ellie who says something.

“hey, are you okay?” she asks you once you’re all settled by the fire. joel, whose attention seems to be solely on the meat he’s cooking, is peering at you subtly, listening intently for your reaction.

“i’m fine,” you wave off her concern, “just a little tired today, is all.” your answer’s not a complete lie, it’s true that you’re tired, but what you don’t tell them is the way you can feel the sickness starting to settle in your bones. really, it was yesterday you first started feeling it, but it hadn’t begun to slow you down until a few hours into hiking today.

“well then, we’d better get to sleep right after eating,” joel advises. “best get as much sleep as you can for tomorrow.”

you heed his advice, curling into your sleeping bag the moment you can in hopes that good enough rest will prevent you from truly falling ill. ellie talks for a few minutes the way she normally does before sleeping, but joel cuts her off earlier than normal tonight for your sake. with that reasoning, she actually listens to him and settles down to sleep herself.

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your hopes of escaping sickness are unfairly stolen from you in the morning when you wake up with the sun, groggy and completely out of it. your nose is stuffy, throat sore, and limbs heavy when you rustle about in your covers. you just turn to your side and do your best to drift back into what turns out to be a quite restless sleep.

the next time you wake, it’s to ellie gently nudging your shoulder for you to get up as joel finishes cleaning up camp. you groan in protest, halfheartedly pushing her away.

“it’s almost time to go,” she says, “joel let you sleep in.”

you let out a huff of breath, wishing you could lay in bed all day before struggling to sit up. rubbing at your eyes, you take in the state of your tired, compromised body and decide it’s certainly best if you say nothing about it. no reason to make anyone worry or slow down your journey.

so you push past your discomfort, standing up and quickly packing up your bag. but your plans to cover up your sickness do not go as well as planned when you begin coughing and sniffling uncontrollably.

about the fourth time you lean against a tree to support yourself during a coughing bout, joel stops completely, handing you water and waiting until you’re done to speak.

“you’re gettin’ sick, kid,” he states, very aware that you’ve been quiet in order to prevent causing an inconvenience to him and ellie. you shake your head, so he continues. “you can let us know if you’re not feeling well, you know? that’s not something you can control. what d’ you say we make camp early and rest for the day?”

“no!” you exclaim, “no, that’s alright, i’m fine. i swear. i don’t even feel that sick, it just sounds like it,” you try to explain away the actual extent of your sickness.

he says your name, gentle and firm like the hand he places on your shoulder. “you look like you could fall over any second. i ain’t buying any of that, alright? you need to rest so that you don’t get more sick, you understand me?

you want to keep trying, to convince him and a watching ellie that you’re fine, but it seems you can never argue with that tone of voice he uses when he’s truly serious about something.

“fine,” you relent with a sigh, feeling half grateful, half guilty, and one hundred percent sick as you trek along until you find an appropriate campground.

joel orders you to lay down when you try and help set up, only asking you to move once a fire is going so that you can soak up it’s warmth. as you lay there, it seems as if all of your stubbornness is catching up to you, and you can’t resist it when your eyes drift closed despite the sun still being clear in the sky.

with a mind too groggy with sickness and sleep, you don’t process much even when you’re awake. ellie stays close by to your laying form, silently worried by the sickness that’s visible in your face and the coughs that wrack your body. she jumps up each time joel asks her to do anything, eager to help you rather than just sit by and do nothing. joel too is dedicated to caring for you, his soft palm feeling your forehead for signs of fever as you slip in and out of sleep. he does his best to create a broth from bones and freshly hunted meat throughout the hours that you sleep for you to eat when you wake.

when you squirm uncomfortably in your sleep with your brows furrowed, he does his best to calm your distress with gentle touches. past memories of caring for a sick child are clear in his head, both hurting his heart but helping him to help you the best he can.

you try to resist his help again once you wake, but the weakness in your limbs doesn’t let you get far, so your resolve crumbles far faster this time. he helps you drink and eat all while ellie does her best to cheer you up with corny jokes and over exaggerated retellings of things that have happened throughout your journey all together. it works well, her words resulting in your laughing so hard that you begin to cough and a non-threatening glare from joel in her direction.

but soon, you tire again, so joel insists you go back to sleep, just as twilight fades into total darkness. you don’t argue this time, nor at all the next day as he and ellie patiently nurse you back to health until you’re spry and well again.

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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happy birthday — miles 1610 x reader (birthday special)

↳ summary: miles never gets a day off from being spider man, which causes him to lose track of a lot of things, even his own special day. luckily, he has the sweetest partner in the world to help him remember and celebrate. ↳ word count: 1,536 ↳ a/n: i did not realize it was my son's birthday on the third, i'm so sorry it's late SJEBCBFIVBRFVBRBVVRBO BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY BOYYYY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE THIS <333

and he does it again, spider man saves the city from more mutated villains! ...and is currently late for biology class. miles hurries out of the scene and swings over to a less noisy block in city to messily change out of his spider suit and back in his school uniform. the day was jam-packed with so many goings-on for the boy and his workload as both a superhero, student, and son are piling up into one big mountain of work for him.

though he's not one to forget easily, a few things escape his mind without him realizing it. he's been in a rush for too many things too fast, he can't keep up with all the demands quickly. you were worried about miles trying to please everyone and do his part, however you knew very well a lot of what he's doing is beyond his responsibility as being miles morales, resident artsy nerd; though you couldn't blame him, being spider man was a full-time job he couldn't just up and quit.

you would get worried often when he'd reply late, he used to reply so quickly to your messages. his texts nowadays don't go without a crying kaomoji with apologies in such expressive all caps. he sometimes forgets some of the promises he makes you since he's out fulfilling so many others from other people, many of which he isn't familiar with, but hey, it's all in a day in the life of being spider man. he really hates how forgetful he's becoming, since he's so busy nowadays, he even forgets what day of the week it is; he's sometimes stuck in last week and remembers all too late what day it is.

but today was important, you knew very well. it was an important day to you and for miles himself, though he didn't realize it, he was too caught up in saving and helping people that he forgot the very day he was waiting for this year with you. though today, you weren't going to let it slip away from him. you called up ganke and convinced him to help you out with organizing your surprise for miles. you two went over to miles' house and, with the help of his parents, cooked up a delicious dinner for him and decorated the place in a simple, yet incredibly meaningful way.

you didn't see miles all day at school since he was catching up with homework and classes that he missed as spider man. his parents didn't know yet, which was how he was still able to get a gift from them, but as one of your gifts for miles that day, you slipped in his locker some copies of your homework and answers to a couple of tests from subjects you two shared. you were his lifesaver, and miles could not express enough thanks to you. he wanted to make up for all the time he couldn't spend with you tonight, though when he finished his rounds as spider man and went over to your place, he found your room empty. he knocked on your front door, but nobody was home.

miles found it really odd, so he tried calling your cell, but you didn't answer either. you instead texted him back, saying you were at one of your friends' place studying for an upcoming quiz. miles sighed but texted you back saying he understood and wished you luck on that quiz. he swung back home and changed again to not raise any suspicions from his parents, though when he entered the front door...

"happy birthday, miles!"

he was taken aback by how not only his parents surprised him, but you and ganke were there, too. miles blinked in confusion, then, disbelief; then when it registered to him the date today was the third of august, the date of his birthday... a smile had curled on his lips as he chuckled at himself. he forgot today was his own birthday! he mumbled questions, like how, when, where, why--you celebrated his birthday even when he couldn't be there for you when you two agreed to, multiple times.

miles felt a little ashamed in spite of the surprise and happiness he felt that you guys remembered his birthday in his stead, but you approached him, with your hands behind your back as you gazed up at him. "hey," you began as miles froze in place when he heard your kind voice. "oh, um... hey." he said awkwardly with a bashful smile as he tried playing it cool, not letting a hint of nervousness slip out of him, but instead releasing a tidal wave of nervousness come flooding out of him. "happy birthday, miles." you said as you handed him your gift to him. he raised his eyebrows as you handed him a thick box, wrapped in red wrapping paper with black accents, all tied up in a black bow.

"f-for me?" he stuttered out as you chuckled and nodded. "of course, birthday boy." "but... but i... i wasn't there for our dates and meet-ups like i promised..." he uttered as he looked down at your gift with guilt filling his voice. you rolled your eyes as you kept grinning at him. you lightly shook your head as you placed your hand on his cheek, bringing his eyes back up to level with your own. "and that's okay, you would've been there if you could, right? i know you have a lot on your plate, not a lot you can share the burdens and responsibilities with, and i... i get it. you can't quit, and i'm glad you save lives before thinking about yourself, but... today's about you, miles. we can make up for the missed dates and meet-ups once life's a lot less chaotic. i'm willing to wait forever for that peace and quiet." you told him with a sweet voice as you leaned over and pecked at his cheek.

miles got flustered immediately as you kissed him, as every word you uttered sank into his heart, filling it up with even more love and adoration for you, he smiled widely and wrapped you in a big hug. "man... i love you so much. i promise i'll do whatever it takes to give us that peace and quiet you deserve." "we deserve, ya dummy." he chuckled at your correction. "right, right, that we deserve." he said as he pulled away and with you encouraging him to open your gift. you called ganke and his parents over as he began to unwrap your gift.

miles had gasped in excitement and utter shock as he unwrapped the gift, you got him the pair of shoes he had been saving up to buy. he had set the gift aside gently and covered his mouth, smiling as he gasped and kept repeating 'no way!' as he jumped up in glee out of excitement. his mother jokingly told you not to have bought him those shoes because they kinda stole his parents' thunder with their gift for him, but she was so happy to know you knew their son well to gift him the one thing he's always asked for.

ganke was filming the whole time, making commentary on how adorable and dorky miles looked right now, and as miles rushed over to you and thanked you endlessly as he held the shoe box in his right hand and your cheek in the left, he couldn't stop giggling and kissed you all over. "hey nerds! how 'bout you two kiss for the camera, huh? the night's young, live it! kiss! kiss! kiss!" ganke chanted as miles' parents side-eyed each other at the notion. miles was a little hesitant since his parents were in the room, but you certainly didn't care anymore.

you gently grabbed hold of miles' collar and gently, you pressed your lips against his. his mother cried out in spanish as his father chuckled and exclaimed "that's my son right there!" miles was flustered and embarrassed at your boldness, but he didn't want to pull away so quickly. he held the back of your head and gently kissed you back. ganke and his father cheered for you both as his mother retreated to get a glass of wine and kept repeating how you two could've just done it up in miles' room!

"this... is the best birthday ever..." miles hushed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. equally flustered and embarrassed, you stared into his eyes as he grinned and chuckled up at you. "even with your parents watching me kiss you, and ganke capturing all this, probably never gonna let us live it down...?" you asked him as he pecked your lips with another quick kiss and pulled away. "definitely." he replied as you leaned over and kissed him again. it was certainly a birthday to remember, and miles promises that he'll earn back all the days you've spent waiting for him and for the gift you got him. though the gift miles had wanted all this time... was nothing more than to be with you, be with you as he turned another year older, and hopefully, celebrate many more birthdays with you, his dearest.

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babyjakes · 1 year

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event | jan '23 blurb night

summary | you love when your daddy gives you your special exam.

pairing | soft!doctor!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (soft sweet gentle loving daddy!steve <333), very long idk why, medfet elements: exam table, gloves, speculum, rectal thermometer, fingering, clit play, anal play, multiple orgasms, encouragement and praise, slight mocking/humiliation? in a very loving way

word count | 1,426

requested by @bucky-boo-bear | ok. so for the blurb night, how about consensual medfet. Like daddy!(character of your choice) preparing everything earlier, talking you through the steps even though you have done this before. Checking in with you every once in a while and taking care after.

an | friend!!!! thankyou so much for sending this one in. i was hoping we'd get to have a soft daddy moment tonight hehe <3 dr. rogers is where it all began for me, and i love this take on him. hope you enjoy!!

okay so. steve definitely runs his practice out of his home. similar to a rare condition, he has a little clinic attached to his house with a separate entrance and everything. it's a clinic for daddies/mommies and littles to come and do medical play, which he often helps out with. but your favorite times are when daddy closes the whole clinic just for you, for your designated daddy and baby exam days <3

being your daddy, he wants to make sure he's keeping a close eye on your physical health, especially down in your special areas. plus both of you love the experience of doing the exam together. there's something so special (and undeniably sexy) about the whole process for you: the table, the medical instruments, the orgasms your daddy always spaces out through the entire ordeal. plus, the sight of your daddy all dressed up for his work as a physician is just the cherry on top; you adore the way his muscles bulge in the tight white button-down shirts he wears. and the white nitrile exam gloves he buys are just the right size, fitting so snuggly around his massive hands; the tightness almost never fails to make you drool. and daddy loves the medical play just as much as you do, of course. out of all the little patients he gets to see, you're his favorite by far- none of the rest even come close to comparing.

so maybe today's the day, it's been a few months and daddy says you're due for another exam. he's prepared an exam room for you already, your favorite one with the pretty butterfly stickers on the wall. he takes you over to the clinic and into your room, helping you out of your clothes before draping the scratchy paper gown over you. "you gonna be a good girl for me today, sweetheart?" he smiles so lovingly when you give him a big nod. "of course you are, you're always so good for daddy, aren't you baby?"

next you're lifted up onto the exam table, the roll of paper crunching softly beneath you as you're set down with your legs dangling off the edge. "okay doll. go ahead and lay back for me," steve prompts. once you're lying flat, he helps you scoot closer to the edge of the table, adjusting the stirrups a little wider for you before guiding your legs up into them. you squirm a little as your gown's lifted, earning soft encouragement from your daddy. "it's okay, sweet girl. that feel a little chilly?"

he rubs his hands together for a few moments before grabbing a pair of gloves from their box on the wall and snapping them on. then, he settles down on his little rolling stool and positions himself at the end of the table, rolling his tool tray over by his side. he reaches up and adjusts the lamp above you to better illuminate your perfect petals, sitting so prettily as they wait for your daddy's tender touch. lifting up your bottom, he eases a large gauze pad underneath you to catch anything that might... eheh... drip... "okay honey. let's have a look here..."

he spreads you apart with both hands gently, cooing at the sight of your arousal already beginning to pool up in your tiny little hole. "everything looks good, sweetheart. this feel okay?" he asks as he manipulates your lips a bit more, pulling you open this way and that, "no pain anywhere?"

"no pain, daddy," you tell him, trying to keep your voice steady.

"good. just gonna insert a finger, bub. deep breath in for me..." you mewl as his first digit enters you, earning a smile from the doctor. "good, took that so well, pretty girl. everything feelin' okay?"

stumbling a bit over your breaths, you nodded. "f-feels okay, daddy. feels good."

"good," he croons, gently working his finger in and out of you. "just feeling around, baby. gonna insert a second finger. you ready?"

"y-yes daddy, yes please," you try to keep yourself from begging.

he chuckles a little at your insistence, easing in a second finger to fill you up more, building the pace of his thrusts gradually. "good, now daddy's gonna work your g-spot, okay honey? you remember what happens when daddy does that?"

swallowing hard, you nod. "y-yes daddy, i... i cum daddy, can i cum, please?" at your words, the blonde man finds your special spot with the tips of his fingers, stroking with relentless force and consistency.

"of course you can, sweet girl. go ahead, you can cum," he allows, praising you enthusiastically as you clench down on his fingers. "there it is, good girl. so good for me baby..."

he lets you recover and replaces his gloves before returning to the big drippy mess you've made, cleaning you up a little with some paper napkins before adjusting the light a little further down, turning up the brightness a few notches. "alright, little one. time to take a look at that pretty little clit of yours next." with just the tips of his gloved fingers, he begins to pull back the skin surrounding your sensitive button, smiling as it peaks out from underneath its hood. "just gonna test your sensitivity, sweetheart," he tells you before dragging a thumb up through your sticky wetness, smearing the slick all over your tiny bundle of nerves.

you whimper and squirm a bit at the feeling, and steve coos knowingly in response. "i know baby, it's so sensitive, isn't it? that feel good? you like it when daddy spreads you out and rubs right there, right on your poor little clit?"

you try to form words, but your brains all mushy as he uses one hand to spread you out, the other working its thumb in precise circles over the little knot of flesh. "please daddy, p-please," you whine.

"look at that, getting so swollen already. can feel your muscles tightening up, baby. are you gonna cum again for me?"

he's just finishing his sentence as you tumble over the edge once more, this time squirting out a little onto the gauze below. steve chuckles as your poor pussy clenches and contracts around nothing. "good, so good for me," he praises again.

next is the speculum, normally steve would lubricate it but he never has to when he's examining you. your eyes water a little at the sight of the dreaded instrument, prompting your daddy to rub your inner thigh soothingly, "you're okay, doll. daddy'll be real gentle, i promise." maybe this time you're a little extra weary of the tool, so steve rubs your clit as he inserts it to ease the discomfort. "good," he sings as you take the plastic inside your little cunt. "just gonna rotate it and open you up now, honey. deep breath- that's it..."

you whimper at the stretch, but soon you're able to focus once more on his steady strokes against your clit. "good," he breathes, adjusting the light as needed to look inside. "everything looks healthy and normal in here, little one. doing so good for me. you ready for your temperature?"

this is the last part of the routine exam, and admittedly the part you struggle with the most. steve sees the dread in your eyes, offering you a sympathetic smile as he prepares the thermometer with a hard plastic covering, opening up a packet of lubricant and squeezing it out onto the tip. "we're almost done, sweetie. just gotta put it in, then you can cum again. you gonna be brave for me?"

tears built up in the corners of your eyes, you nod down at your daddy. "good girl. alright honey," he uses his thumb to drag some of your wetness down, smearing it over your tighter little hole. you let out a squeak in fear, earning soothing shushes from steve. "shh, darlin'. just gonna feel a little pressure here..." you whine softly as the tip is inserted, but as soon as its in place, steve's thumb returns to your clit and you're able to relax again. "good girl, did so good for me," he praises. "think someone deserves to cum again, hmm?" you reach the edge quickly, the sight of you spread out before him, little clit so puffy and swollen, cunt forced open by the wings of the speculum, tiny ass stuffed with the wand of the thermometer, the most glorious thing steve's ever seen.

"come on, sweetheart. cum for daddy, you've been such a good little patient today."

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tubatwo · 2 months

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Soft Taehyun thought..

You had a hard day at work and as soon as you walked into your shared apartment and you saw Taehyun you burst into tears waffling about how hard your day was inbetween sobs and hes just pulled you to him and sat you on his lap as you cry into his neck and hes just rubbing your back and stroking your hair while he whispers “everything is gonna be okay honey…” , “shhh its okay tomorrow will be better..” or like “take the day off tomorrow..” or just asking if he should go get your favourite snacks from the store and you two can cuddle watching your favourite movie

(sorry its long)

oh my god taehyun comfort prompts make me so so soft I would literally do anything to hug him!!! he cares so much about his loved ones and he’s so protective (the way he’s possessive over kai and doesn’t like seeing him cry.. brb gonna lay on the floor and just die)

can I just make this even more heart wrenching and suggest if it was his first time seeing you cry.. obviously crying in front of someone is kinda awkward and your relationship was still somewhat fresh. you weren’t sure how taehyun would react and you also didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. but the day just sucked so badly!!!! no matter how good you were at brushing things off, there were just so many things that you couldn’t ignore :( the only thing you wanted to do was go home and see your boyfriend.

and when you finally see him, you can’t help but let out everything you were holding in. the world was harsh and nasty, but taehyun was everything but that. he was a reminder that love and light still existed.

“b-baby?” he froze for a second before standing up quickly, rushing over to your shaking figure by the door. “are you okay? what happened?” the only thing on his mind at this point is 1. what happened 2. why it happened and 3. whose ass does he have to beat lmao

“i’m s-sorry,” you let out in between hiccups, “t-today was so horrible, i’m really s-sorry.”

“oh honey..” he whispers, softly guiding you to the couch where he then pulls you onto his lap. “why are you apologizing, hm?”

“don’t wanna ruin the mood.. feel stupid for crying.” you confess.

taehyun pulls your head into his neck as you cry harder, feeling frustrated from the day and now for ruining your boyfriend’s mood. little do you know that he’s grateful. he’s grateful that you came to him and you feel safe enough to give him all of you, including your emotions.

“shhh.. you’re not ruining anything, sweetheart. and you shouldn’t feel stupid. I love you, you know?” your sobs die down as you become mesmerized by your boyfriend’s voice right by your ears, his hands slowly caressing your back. “i’m right here, okay? everything’s okay now.. I got you..”

and that was all you needed. you knew that as long as you had him then you would be okay. everything would be alright. you finally lift your head up to meet his eyes. he chuckles softly at how cute you look, tears and all </333

“my sweet baby..” he coos, using his sleeve to endearingly wipe the tears off your cheeks. “take the day off tomorrow, yeah? you deserve a break.”

and before you could even protest he was already cutting you off. “and take this.” he quickly unlocks his phone and taps a few buttons before handing it to you. you tilt your head in confusion, not fully understanding what he’s asking you.

“your instacart order. add any snacks you want. the only thing you need to worry your pretty little head about tonight are snacks, movies, and cuddles.”

ASKSKDKD ok can you tell i’m getting carried away I just love him so much (´•ω•̥`) and don’t apologize for making it long!!! the more details you guys give the easier it is to imagine the scene in my head

(btw if you were having a hard day and that inspired this ask I hope your day is better!!!)

soft hours open!

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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easy as pie

ghostface!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3,475

warnings: swearing, drug and alcohol use, allusions to and mentions of sex, murders and violent kills, use of a knife, blood, loads of blood, this is a slasher okay? slightly mean!eddie, a teeny possessive!eddie, there’s a lot of problems here man, not a conventional ending

a/n: surprise!! this is dedicated to the lovely and talented @rogueharrington !!! thank you for supporting my sick, sick mind. i’ve been working on this for a while, and i’m pretty damn proud of it. i think i had more fun than i should’ve. this is based loosely around scream 2, mostly just the college setting, and there is one kill that is based on a specific kill from that movie, though it is slightly different. i really hope you like this, my dearest, and i hope that some of you might like it too!! i know it’s not for everyone, and that’s totally okay, but i’m pretty fucking excited about it. love you!!!! <333

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The music is so loud that the boy doesn’t really hear the bathroom door open. At least that’s why he’s telling himself he doesn’t hear it. His fingers shake as he lowers his head, dragging the rolled up bill in his hand down the line of white powder he’s spread out on the counter.

He’s halfway through the line when he sees someone and looks up. “Hey, man, bathroom’s ocupado, yeah?”

His vision blurs and he dips his face again, quickly snorting up the rest of the coke he’s got. He vaguely registers that it might be the last of his stash.

The figure he saw earlier is now close enough that it’s bothering him. He rubs his nose, sniffing hard. “Shit, man, didn’t you hear me? I said the bathroom is–”

He would’ve finished his sentence if it weren’t for the knife breaching the soft skin of his back, the tip of the blade nicking his spine. The end closest to the hilt, the bit not buried in the boy, glints in the shitty bathroom lighting.

The knife glides down his back, and the boy chokes. It’s really deep, the blade. He grabs for the edge of the counter, but it doesn’t matter because his body is already shutting down. He falls, his head banging the granite and the dollar bill slipping to the floor.

He doesn’t have time to beg. To plead. To whine. Quick and easy.

Eddie yanks the knife out, kicking the boy under the edge of the countertop, the muscles in his thigh straining.

Ryan, he thinks his name was.

Eddie lifts the shiny metal blade, swiping it along the edge of his robe to get it clean. He spots the last of the cocaine on the counter and lifts the edge of his mask. He licks his thumb to ensure it’s sticky, moving to pick up the remainder and rub it along his gums.

And then he’s gone.

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“You know anyone going to this party tonight?” Eddie’s voice sounds tired over the phone. “I’ve got to deal some, but I won’t be gone long, promise.”

You think for a moment, and Eddie can hear you scratching your head. It makes him chuckle, a low and breathy sound.

“No, I don’t think I do. I think that party’s a little too far away for the kids without cars.” Eddie pictures the smile he knows is on your face, and then you’re continuing. “You get gas today, baby? Because I’m not driving to pick you up in the middle of the night again. I have an exam tomorrow.”

Eddie rubs his arm, trying to smooth the goosebumps he’s now got because you called him baby. It’s like you’ve put him in a fucking trance.

“Good. And yeah, you little shit, I did get gas. That was one time. One fucking time.”

Your giggle makes him blush. But he really had run out of gas late a couple months ago. You’d driven half an hour away in your Disney princess pajamas to get him.

The sound of your laughter fades away, and Eddie feels like he can hear you thinking.

“What is it?” He asks, shifting the receiver from one shoulder to the other, the plastic having started to dig into his skin.

“How come it’s good? You said ‘good’ about there not being anyone I knew tonight.”

Eddie’s brow furrows as he tries to think of a response. You called him baby. His mind was fuzzy.

“I just meant that I really don’t want to be out late tonight. It’s supposed to get pretty cold. Sometimes when your friends buy from me shit loads of other kids try and haggle for a discount. Friend of a friend stuff. That’s all.”

“Oh. Don’t be mean, okay, Eddie?”

Eddie laughs. It’s low and drawn out, a taunting chuckle.

“Me? Mean? Sweetheart, you wound me.”

“Eddie, come on. I know how you get sometimes. Especially at parties. They’re all just trying to get by too, you know.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He looks around for one of the ties you left in his room. He needs to keep it up tonight.

He’d twist his hair up now, but the phone cord isn’t long enough for that.

“Thought you liked it when I got a little mean?” His voice is teasing, dropping that little bit lower, and suddenly you’re thinking about his hands. You can feel them running over your back, feel his thighs bracketing yours. You shake your head.

“Jesus, Eddie can you just not for like five minutes—”

“Lose the attitude, princess.”

You quirk a brow at his tone. “Fuck you, Munson.”

His mouth stretches into a grin. Eddie surely likes it when you’re mean, even if you are dead serious right now. “Wish you would,” he says.

You rest your head against the wall that the phone is attached to. You don’t want to play this game tonight.

“Goodnight, Eddie.” You move the phone away from your ear, but it’s still close enough that you can hear him.

“Don’t you hang up on me!”

You position the speaker in front of your mouth. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, asshole.”

Eddie sighs. He’s standing now, looking for his keys now that he’s finished lacing his shoes. He knows better than to mess with you like this. Sometimes he’s just so petulant that he can’t help it. But he really doesn’t like having you be upset with him.

“Shit, I’m sorry, okay? I promise I won’t be an ass tonight. I know it’s midterms and everything, and people are ready for break. I’ll be sweet Eddie, I swear to you honey.”

“Yeah, okay. I trust you.” And you do. Eddie’s never broken a promise he’s made to you. You’re not sure that kind of thing is in his nature.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Ed.”

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The mattress is much too stiff, Liz thinks. Like it’s not the kind of bed anyone actually sleeps in, like it’s just for decoration.

The room has a balcony, though. She wants to go outside.

He’s obviously not coming up here after all. But maybe she should wait a few more minutes.

Casey isn’t here tonight, which means she won’t know if her best friend sleeps with her boyfriend. It’s not Liz’s fault that Casey just happens to have something Liz wants. And she always gets what she wants.

Liz glances at her watch again. She’s never been a very patient woman. Seems to be a side effect of swimming in daddy’s money all her life.

Fuck this.

Upon standing, Liz finds a packet of cigarettes on the bedside table. She’s opening it, taking one from the box, when the phone rings.

It makes her jump, but she answers it anyway. Maybe it’s Ryan? He was supposed to be here tonight. Maybe someone gave him the number?

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Ryan, is that you? Where the hell are you? I have to be home at some point, you know.”

“Take a chill pill, babe. Wanna hand me one of those?”

Liz’s brows shoot up. “Huh?” she asks, more than confused.

“A cig, hon’.”

Liz spins around, but Ryan isn’t who’s standing in the doorway, tucking a phone into the pocket of his jeans. Her heart starts to pound when she takes in what the person is wearing. “This isn’t a costume party, dipshit.”

The masked figure cocks his head, teasing.

Eddie steps further into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. The wood slams in the quiet of the room, muffling the music spilling down the hallway.

“Ryan, stop acting like a child. This is a major waste of my time, asshole.”

When the person speaks, a chill runs down Liz’s spine, as if someone were dragging a single fingernail across her skin, trying to rile her up and most definitely succeeding. That is not what Ryan sounds like.

“Guess all that private school education didn’t really help much, did it, Lizzie?”

Lizzie. The only person who’s ever called her that is Ryan. “Take that stupid mask off, would you?”

He dodges the question, just as she had his. Usually he doesn’t chat this much, but he feels like being a cocky bastard tonight. After all, what’s the point if he doesn’t let himself have a little fun?

“Ryan was so easy, you know. Didn’t really even have to try.”

Her heart is pounding now. It’s starting to hurt. This isn’t right. “W-what are you talking about?” She takes a step backwards, thinking maybe she can get to the balcony door.

Eddie takes the very same step. He knows where she’s headed. Seems she’s gonna make it real simple for him too. He almost wants to laugh about it.

“He’s not coming tonight, babydoll. Sent me instead.”

Liz turns suddenly, reaching for the glass door. Eddie lets her think she’ll get away with it. He pretends like he couldn’t get to her in two quick strides, considering how much shorter than him she is. The lock clicks, and she’s pulling it open.

Eddie’s quick though.

He grabs her wrist hard enough to bruise, hard enough that he can feel her bones. He slams the woman up against the door, her head smacking against the glass. Liz lets out a wail, though it’s nothing like the cry she lets out when Eddie’s blade meets the flesh of her stomach.

The knife plunges into her abdomen once, twice. Swift little movements. Calculated. She screams, but it doesn’t matter because the music radiating from the lower floor of the fraternity drowns out everything. It had given Eddie such an easy in.

He moves away from her just long enough to push the door open the rest of the way. Liz drops to the floor, tears dripping onto the carpet, blood smearing against the glass behind her and seeping into the silky top she’d put on.

She starts to crawl over the threshold to the balcony. This time Eddie does laugh, though the sound is so different from his usual chuckle, the little voice box in his waistband fixing it up for him. “Where you goin’ blondie?”

Eddie yanks her up by the sides, hand grazing the wounds he’s just given her. He’s gonna have to wash this robe extra well tonight.

He squeezes her, just to be mean. Liz screams.

He’s pushing her now, because she’s losing too much blood too fast, and can’t really keep herself upright anymore.

Eddie heaves her up just a little bit further, and then he’s shoving her over the balcony railing where she flips and falls, crying until there’s a deafening thud, and then she goes quiet. He looks over the edge at where her figure is splayed out on the concrete, a dark puddle growing around her skull.

Eddie wipes the blade of his knife against the shimmery black fabric covering his thigh and heads back inside.

He grabs the cigarette she’d dropped, and leans back outside to strike a match against the brick wall of the building. He lights it, lifting his mask a smidge to take a drag, and then he hops over the other side of the balcony, sneaking off across the roof and down the gutter on the other side of the frat house.

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He’s late. Forty-five minutes late.

You finished with your midterms, and he said he’d take you to dinner.

You haven’t seen Eddie much this week, and he’s missed several of your goodnight calls, chalking it up to being out late. You don’t care what Eddie gets up to. It’s not like you’re in charge of him—but it still hurts when he knows you like to hear his voice before bed.

You decide to call him, but only after it’s been ringing and ringing do you remember he was coming from another fucking party.

When it’s been an hour, you get your keys, trying your best to remember the address of this fucking house.

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Eddie never really dealt at parties in high school. No one would’ve let a guy like him just roam around. But college parties are so much more open. Everyone’s so oblivious.

There’s a patio light on in the backyard. He stalks across the garden, a little giddy. He shouldn’t be having this much fun, but he is.

Eddie drags the tip of his knife across the siding of the house. The blade leaves a fine scratch in the paint.

The boy sitting in the wicker chair, back poorly bent over the tabletop, doesn’t hear shit as Eddie creeps up.

Keith shakes the baggie he’s been assembling and compares the weight to the others he’s finished. It’s even enough. He scrapes a little of this and a little more of that into a few more and decides that should be enough for the rest of the night.

Eddie recognizes the song coming from the kids headphones. Good soundtrack to go out to he supposes.

He reaches for the cord attached to the guy’s walkman, and pulls it upwards in one swift motion, quick enough that Keith doesn’t even realize it’s happening until the wire is wrapped around his neck.

He starts to splutter, dropping the credit card he’d been using to separate the drugs. He’s caught off guard, and Eddie uses this to his advantage, yanking the boy from his chair and into a standing position.

The chair falls backwards onto the gravelly patio. The boy scrambles for purchase, legs kicking in fear, though it only fucks his chances up more, because he’s practically throwing a tantrum.

Eddie doesn’t like this.

He tugs the headphone cord once, as hard as he can, cutting off the kid’s air supply. It straightens him out.

“Come on, don’t you want to make this simple?” Eddie taunts.

He pushes the boy to the ground. Keith winces as the rocks scrape against the skin of his back where his shirt has ridden up.

Eddie laughs because it’s like the guy thinks this is the worst pain he’s going to feel tonight. And then he laughs some more because of how sick it sounds with the voice modulator.

The boy tries to get up, and Eddie lets him. He glances at the table and shakes his head. Eddie might deal, but he knows better than that shit.

Keith gets to his knees, and Eddie raises his leg. His boot meets the other boys chest with an audible thud, enough to knock the wind out of him.

Keith falls again, smacking his head against the wooden fence post behind him. He hits a nail, and his scalp starts to bleed. He lets out a whine. It’s almost childlike.

With a grunt, Eddie heaves the boy up by the collar. He throws him backwards, and goes to pull out his knife.

There’s a noise, though, that stops him. This sick, fleshy noise and a garbled scream.

Keith is impaled on a wind spinner. His body sinks into it, the sharp feathers that make up the contraction sinking into the top of his back. He’s crying now, and Eddie is annoyed by the sound.

He shakes his arms out and slits the boy’s throat. A perfectly straight line, just deep enough for him to shut the fuck up.

Eddie drags his hand along the blade, cleaning the blood off, and turns to where the walkman lays fallen on the ground.

He takes the tape out, and tucks it in his back pocket.

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“Mindy? Hey, have you seen Eddie?”

The girl from your English class slurs her words. You’re not entirely sure she’s all there.

“Hey! So glad you’re here, honey.” She drops off, staring at the table full of liquor bottles.

She looks back up at you when you don’t go away. “Sorry, what did you ask?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “Eddie? Have you seen him?”

She’s quiet a moment, and you can tell she’s struggling to sort through her alcohol-muddled thoughts.

“Uh, y-yeah.” The lightbulb. “He was towards the back of the house, I think?”

“Thanks, Mindy,” you say, and you’re gone before she can even comprehend your appearance fully.

Eddie isn’t in the kitchen, or the living room where it looks like two kids are about to start going at it in a La-Z-Boy.

You spot the patio doors and think it wouldn’t hurt to check. The lights are on, after all.

You pull the door open, and it screeches on its hinges. You shut it behind you.

The backyard is bigger than you expected, expansive and fenced in, and the patio itself has obviously been worked on quite a bit.

Something in the corner catches your eye. You step closer, though you have this sick feeling that you shouldn’t. That this is none of your business. That you shouldn’t have come out here.

The broken body of a kid your age lays before you, blood spilling down his front and into the gravel below. He’s bent so oddly that it makes you shiver—half of him on the ground, half slumped against and in the wind spinner. It’s morbid, seeing it like this.

You take in a sharp breath of air, and then suddenly there’s a gloved hand against your mouth.

The figure rushes you backwards until you’re pressed against the side of the house. The mask takes you off guard, but you don’t need him to take it off. You know exactly who’s under the flimsy covering.

All at once, everything clicks.

You reach for the hand covering his mouth, his hand, and pull it away from your face. The look in your eye, the fact that you’re not trying to run, makes him let you do it.

He looks down, and tugs the glove off his other hand, the one covered in blood. He shoves the glove into his pocket and lifts his hand, slipping it into your hair, fingers gentle against the nape of your neck.

He waits. He’s going to let you do it.

You contemplate not doing it at all.

But you do.

You pull on the chin of the mask, lifting it up over his forehead. He smiles at you, cheeks flushed.

He’s still my boy, you think. But you’re angry. His brow furrows as he realizes this.

You spare at glance at the dead kid. “God dammit, Eddie, no!” you exclaim, your heart pounding as all of this seeps into your veins.

Something flashes across his face. He cocks his head at you.

“Don’t raise your voice at me.”

You look at him in shock that he’s talking to you like this, and he mocks the look like you’re a child.

You go to say something, anything, and he cuts you off.

You chance looking at the kid again, but he places two fingers on your cheek, keeping your eyes on his.

“I didn’t hurt anyone you care about, baby. I promised you I’d keep you safe, didn’t I? Huh?” Eddie is looking at you like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

You blink, grabbing hold of the hand now cupping your face. You play with the sleeve of his costume.

“Answer me.”

“Yes. You promised me.”

Your eyes start to fill with tears because of how overwhelmed you are, how sudden this is. You try and will them away, and Eddie senses that.

He has both hands in your hair now, using the leverage to tilt your head back and keep the tears from flowing.

“None of that, okay?”

You nod as best as you can. Eddie leans down and presses a kiss to the center of your throat.

He gives you a second, and then moves your head back so you’re level with one another. You look into his eyes and he’s still in there. Your baby.

“Need a kiss,” you say.

His lips are on yours immediately, warm and full. He puts everything into it. Everything he’s feeling for you.

When he pulls away, you look much more serious.

“Not gonna get caught, are you?”

He laughs. That low, sultry one. “Not plannin’ on it, honey.”

“Why?” You ask. He knows what you mean.

“They deserved it. Every last one of ‘em. Never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it, sweetheart.”

You suck in a breath, keeping your eyes on his.

“Mad at me?” Eddie questions.

“No.”

He nods this time. “Thought so. Listen, go ahead and drive to the restaurant for me, yeah? I’ll meet you there. Gonna take real good care of you tonight, okay?”

“Okay, Eddie.”

“That’s my good girl.”

When he walks away, and you round the house to get in your car, there’s a little part of you that likes how he looks in the outfit. And you can’t believe that’s what you’re thinking about right now.

Eddie fucking Munson.

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violetsareblue-selfships · 1 day

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good morning!! <3333

#woo more things #i have a dentist appointment in like a little over an hour #but the rest of the day should be the usual schedule lol #have two more of the planets or w/e on the hsr event to do #plus more of the little battle set up event thingy in genshin (i think if the levels are playable today)#but yeah :3 #should be a chill day otherwise hehe #and i hope today/tonight is a good one for you too!! <333 #morning rambles

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heart4reigns · 1 year

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OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (v).

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warnings: curse words, fighting 24/7, gaslighting (typical roman behavior), cigarettes

tags: still making (y/n) as unlikable as usual <333, original characters to fill the plot

EVER since your friendship bloomed with cody–you had something (or someone) to look forward to every time you went to work. it took a while for you to adjust to his always positive attitude. he was truly the top face of the company. “good morning, ms. (l/n).” the staffs greeted you. it was a regular talent meeting and you were leading the meeting. “good morning everyone. we’ll wait for the talents to come and we can start with the analytics.” they nodded in unison.

you looked at your phone, furrowing your brows at your new texts.

cody: sorry can’t attend the meeting

cody: pharaoh swallowed his chew toy

cody: going to the er now

(y/n): god hope he’s okay

(y/n): i’ll fill u in

cody: thanks bro send me your address i'll go there

“rhodes cannot come to this meeting, due to several circumstances.” you announced to the board. once again, they all nodded in unison. you were still focusing on the report to notice that your ex boyfriend and his entire faction walked inside the room. always early, you thought. the twins and their younger brother waved at you, earning a nod in response. roman smiled at you, only for you to look away. soon, the room was filled with the talents and you were ready to start the meeting.

everyone’s attention was on you. like usual, you didn’t feel intimidated–you were very good at your job. “good morning talents, staffs, and board members. my name is (y/n) (l/n), co-creative director. i will be leading the meeting today.” you introduced yourself to the room. you received several nods as an answer to continue your presentation. “without taking up your time, after we review your performances, you can leave the meeting to prepare for tonight’s event.”

“starting off with the new talents, several college athletes are on their way to the next tryouts, 6 of them are advancing in the tryouts; elliot roberts, kwon iseul, mohammed yazid, and twins kayla and matthew wilson.” you clicked next on the presentation, showing their profiles. “talent management will be supervising their performances.” you continued. “on to the next point of the meeting, analytics.”

you knew it was the boring part of the meeting as you heard several people sighing. “if this meeting is boring to you, please leave mr. perry.” the man quickly fixed his posture. “i’m sorry, ms. (l/n). please continue.” if looks could kill, everyone in this room would be dead, especially roman reigns. “the first analytics report, bianca belair." the meeting continued.

the reports were never-ending, it was indeed a long meeting. soon, the talents left one-by-one, not wanting to miss out their schedules–leaving you with the main event crew; the bloodline. you tried your best to shrug off the look roman kept giving you. “last analytics report for today goes to the bloodline.” you said. “starting off with the usos, still holding the tag-team championships… last year’s backlash did a good job for you, your ratings are up, everyone’s tuning in every time you’re on screen.” after you finished your sentence, jimmy gave a high-five to his twin. “solo, everyone’s interested in your upcoming events, twitter, especially. your feud with riddle earned views, keep it up.” the man nodded.

“as for reigns,” you paused a second, staring into his eyes–unfazed as usual. “your feud with cody has to be one of the most anticipated feuds ever. if we’re able to maintain this energy till wrestlemania, i’ll give props to the entire bloodline." he nodded at your sentence. “now cody isn’t here for his analytics, here are your prints. you’re free to go.” you said, not wanting to spend another second with your ex-boyfriend in the same room as you. the twins and solo sat up, patting roman’s back. “let’s go, uce.” he shook his head. “give me a minute.”

of course they listened to him, you thought. “what do you want, reigns? the meeting is over.” you asked. “what’s up with you and cody?” that question irked you. “again, none of your fucking business.” you replied, giving him the cold shoulder. “i need to know.” he stated. “and why do you need to know?” you barked at him. “because we all know this ‘bitch from upstairs’ doesn’t hang out with people and all the sudden you have him as a dog following you around.” you clenched your jaw at his comment. “first of all, you don’t know anything about me. second of all, cody isn’t my fucking dog. he’s a friend.” roman sarcastically laughed at your sentence.

“a friend? that’s new. also, that’s when you are wrong, (y/n). i know everything about you and this ‘bitch from upstairs’ thing? it’s not gonna work on me… you’re not like that, what happened to the (y/n) we used to love?” that was your last straw. you had to take deep breaths to calm yourself down. “roman.” you turned around and faced him. “please leave.” you gave him a fake corporate smile. he shook his head once again. “i’m not gonna leave until we clear this out.”

oh, you had enough of him. “you wanna know why i changed? there’s a huge mirror behind you, reigns. take a good look at yourself. i think you know the answer but you’re still in denial that you’re a huge asshole when it comes to loving someone.” you gritted your teeth in annoyance. “it’s pretty clear that you,” you pointed your finger at him, slightly holding back your tone. “fucking did this to me, reigns. now go fuck off and defend your title for all i care, just don’t talk to me unless it’s for work purposes.”

“can’t we at least be friends again… forget about everything that has happened between us?” you were boiling with rage. “roman, get it through your thick skull. we can never be friends. and forget about everything? so i’m disposable to you?” the two of you were on each other’s nerves. “it’s not like that.” he defended himself. “then what is going on, roman? jesus, i have a new friend and suddenly you’re back in my life?” you asked him, still not breaking eye-contact. “i’m just saying if you can be friends with him, you can be friends with me too.” you held back your laughter. “fuck off, i don’t want you anymore.”

that wasn’t a lie, that wasn't the truth either. maybe, maybe you didn’t want him anymore. or maybe you were so blinded by your own hatred to acknowledge your own feelings.

the elevator ride was silent. everyone heard you and roman arguing earlier. “so, where are you going after this, (y/n)?” jimmy asked, breaking the silence in the elevator. “i’m going home.” you replied, still feeling the tension in the air. “cool, i was wondering if you want to grab drinks?” jey continued. “thank you, but i’m going to be with rhodes. i’m gonna fill him with the analytics.” jimmy made eye-contact with his twin. roman slightly clenched his fist, still confused with the thought of you and cody. “this is my floor, i’ll be leaving. see you on friday.” you stepped out of the elevator.

to say the least, roman was happy? that you were getting out of your shell, but at the same time, he envied what you had with cody. roman knew that it was all because of his doings, but he didn't want to admit it. roman reigns was trying to make amends with you and he was failing. "get over it, man." jimmy advised. "bro, you really need a reality check, honestly. you said there's nothing you can do, now you're all back in her life? no wonder she hates you." jimmy's last sentence took a toll on him.

she hates me, he thought. "fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?" roman was all alone in his hotel room, trying his best to collect his own thoughts. "she fucking hates me." he repeated. after the break up, he thought everything would be okay; you were still going to be friends with him despite the break up, but he was wrong. why was it all coming back to him? for the first time in his life, roman reigns was confused with his next step. but he knew what he was going to do. he was going to be all over in your life again, not wanting to lose you to cody fucking rhodes.

it wasn't a nice gesture, he knew that. but seeing you with the american nightmare bothered him a bit. hell, he would prefer seeing you all alone without any friends than to see cody following you around, like a lost puppy with his charming smile and his stupid friendly personality. roman told his cousins about his plan and they all disagreed at the same time. "you're fucking crazy." jey added. "i'm starting to regret what i did, i'm gonna take her back, sooner or later." solo face-palmed at his sentence. "we don't want anything to do with this. she's like a little sister to us, uce. we can't afford another heartbreak for her. i don't even know what to say to you."

"i hope you don't mind having pharaoh in your house." you quickly shook your head, petting the dog. "it's fine. as long as he doesn't shit on my fucking carpet." cody chuckled. "who would've thought i'd be in your house, drinking beer at 3 pm?" it really did surprise you that you would end up actually hanging out with someone other than your boss. "so, what did i miss?" you huffed out the smoke from your cigarette, pulling out the reports.

"overall, i'd say this is looking good for you codes." his eyes lit up in excitement. you called him codes, a new nickname. you realized what you said and felt your cheeks slightly reddened. "codes." he repeated, not paying attention to the papers in front of him. "shut up." you smacked his back. "it's cute." you groaned in despair. you passed him the papers. "roman needs to shut the fuck up." you said, all the sudden. "what happened?" cody asked. "at this point, i think he's obsessed with our new friendship." you shrugged your shoulders.

pharaoh was running around your yard, making you smile a bit. "i don't want to deal wit him anymore, except for work.” you added, leaning back on your chair. “sorry i wasn’t there.” cody apologized. "nah, it wasn’t your fault. he’s an asshole and i need a shower, i smell like pharaoh already." you stood up from your seat.

the blond man noticed that you were slowly (but surely) opening up to him. sure, you had your moments, still trying to push him away. it was a push and pull situation. the more you pushed him away, the closer he pulled himself into your life. the friendship you had with him was genuine and you were glad that you ended up being friends with him, for now. you felt that your life was somehow getting better at a very slow pace, but deep down, you were still scared.

cody was reading his reports when he heard a knock coming from the front door. "CODY, CAN YOU GET IT? I THINK IT'S THE FOOD WE ORDERED." "right!" the man skipped to your front door, taking out his money to pay the delivery guy. "hey man, how much- roman?" cody almost choked on his own saliva as he saw his current 'rival' standing in front of him. "what are you doing here?" the two of them said at the same time. there was tension in the air, they noticed it too. "i'm getting my report, what are you doing here?"

"came to see (y/n)." cody furrowed his eyebrows. "what makes you think she wants to see you, man?" he continued. "whoa dude, who do you think you are?" roman's tone was stern. "you do realize she doesn't want anything to do with you anymore right?” they were glaring at each other. “you don’t get to decide what’s good for her, cody.” the black-haired man gritted his teeth. “i don’t, but i know what’s best for her. and you right now? you need to stay away from her…” cody muttered, trying his best to tone it down so you wouldn’t hear the conversation.

as soon as cody closed the door on his face, he was too stunned to speak. the game was on, roman thought. “where’s the food?” he heard your voice from inside the house. “oh, that’s not the delivery guy. there was a dude asking for directions.” cody lied, covering the fact that roman was still actually in front of your house. he hesitated a bit, wanting to knock again–but he knew, you’d hate him even more.

it was a matter of time till he comes back in your life. cody and roman were playing a game of chess.

a/n: sorry for shorter chapters… i’m trying my best </3 it’s getting intense for the three of them

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #wrestling #cody rhodes #roman reigns x reader #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader #jimmy uso

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Book!Carrie with a gn!reader please? The premise is that Carrie is feeling self conscious about her weight, sweat, stench, acne, body in general, and the reader helps her feel good about it

a/n: IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!! I FUCKING LOVE BOOK CARRIE <333 also for this to be possible carrie is alive. everyone survived the massacre as a technicality malfunction and whatnot. or set in an AU where her mother isn’t her over religiousmother,,, but whatever !

book!Carrie White x gn!Reader

Carrie shifted her legs as she looked at her hopeful partner. Unsure of what to say about a sleepover. Doesn’t that lead to things? Partners shouldn’t sleepover without being married. Even then, if it leads to that. How embarrassing. She’s not even,,

“Hey, earth to Carrie!”

Carrie blinked like a doe caught in lights and sheepishly mumbled a sorry. Her little chubby fingers toying with her mousy greasy blonde hair. Making her feel yet again, disgusting and unworthy.

“You’re leaving me again. Do you not want to spend the night? We won’t do anything you don’t want to do! We’ll watch movies and we’ll play some stupid games. Whatever you wanna do. You don’t even have to spend the night at all. We can bake and eat our hearts out and…” As you babbled on about things to do with her. She felt horrible guilt. She should say something.

“(Y/N)!” Her weak nervous voice shut you up and your focus was on her once again. “I-i’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just,” Carrie trailed off. She didn’t know what to say. Isn’t this something that happens to pretty girls? She didn’t actually take you serious when you asked her out.

Carrie wasn’t expecting a sweet gentle being that played with her gross hair during classes together. She wasn’t expecting sweet little notes in her lockers. She gets mean things and everyone’s so mean to her! Except for you.

You waited patiently for a reply. She was stuck in her train of thoughts again. You were use to this. Carrie was a pretty insecure girl. You could tell, everyone could. You thought she was pretty. She makes herself try to seek small and you want to make her feel comfortable in her skin. She was very much beautiful to you.

“It’s just that I’m me? What if people find out and start bullying you too?” Carrie finally spoke out, looking at you with nerves and fear in her eyes.

“So?” You rolled your eyes. “i don’t care about them. You do, and that’s okay. One day you won’t. But today and every other day, just like yesterday, I don’t care about them.” You took her hands in yours and smiled, “Like I said, you don’t have to spend the night.”

“Okay. I’ll come over tonight.”

Around 6:30 PM (how to do timeskips?):

Your parent was waiting at the door with you. “Go away.”

“No.”

“You’re going to embarrass me.”

“I want to meet her!”

“You’re going to make her nervous!”

knock….

You waited three seconds before opening the door to not make it seem desperate. “Hey gorgeous,” a cheesy smile on your face before your eyes widened. “Uh my (whatever legal guardian you got) is here. They just want to meet you.”

You took her hand in yours, they were a little sweaty, and walked her inside. You knew it was just nerves since she was shaking a little.

“This is Carrie, don’t be weird.”

“I can’t believe I raised you. Anyway! Nice to meet youuu Carrieee, any snacks you want are yours. Drinks are in the fridge as always. If you need anything or a ride a home, just yell for me.” Your parent turned to you. “See. I wasn’t weird.” They walked off.

You sighed deeply and walked Carrie to your room. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad they liked me.”

“They’re just happy I have somebody who likes me.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Or maybe I’m moving too fast?”

“No! I do like you. I just don’t know why you like me? I’m not all that pretty.”

“Carrie! You are absolutely beautiful to me.” You looked at her and smiled.

Carrie had tried in the two hours she was given before she came over. She used the fancy hair products she wasn’t allowed to use for once since everything. Carrie made sure to try and smell clean as well and uses scented lotion. Wasn’t this a special occasion?

A night with her partner that’s possibly leading to a sleepover. She didn’t remember trying this hard since The Prom. She didn’t take the date seriously but still went and was horrified to see you. Carrie felt a like a messy pig that was also a sinner all at once.

Tonight she wouldn’t disappoint and tried her best. She couldn’t get rid of want she wanted to. Which is everything. Carrie knew that she could just try. To see you smile at her so adoringly, she felt like she succeeded.

“I think I will spend the night.” Carrie smiled shyly. “I feel very safe here.”

“Wonderful!” You kissed her hand as you guys sat down on bed to watch whatever movies you guys wanted to.

#i ended the ending a little weirdly #BUT I LOVE CARRIE #SHES THE LOML #my lil sweet baby girl #carrie #carrie white #carrie 1976 #carrie stephen king #carrie white x reader #slashers x reader #drabble #?

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