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yndrgrl · 9 months

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Could u do a aizawa fic pls

you found a new job under yandere! aizawa as a nanny for his cute kid

age gap. quirkless! au. soft! yandere. dom! aizawa

warning: nsfw, stalking, smacking/slapping, slight coercion??, punishment, daddy kink, sir kink, creampie

a/n: yayyy, first request 🥳 idk if you wanted a fluff or spicy fanfic... so i chose spicy haha. also sorry for taking so long, i just started a new job :0

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it was a chance encounter, you truly believed. your first year of college just came to a close, & now you had too much free time while the money in your bank account was slowly declining. even if you saved as much as possible, you'd still end up spending all of your money then you'd have to dip into your savings account-- something that you didn't want to do.

so that began your search for a job. you used websites, applied in-person. you thought your resume was solid enough to land a job by now. but no. even though they claimed they were desperately hiring, they never hired you. some had the curtesy to at least let you know that they weren't going to go with you; the rest completely ghosted you. from receptionist to substitute teacher to bank teller, they all rejected you.

it was extremely frustrating to go through the interviewing process then you were ultimately rejected. it was as if someone had it out for you.

that chance encounter happened while you were on the phone with your best friend. you sat at a small round table in a cafe you frequent often.

"i just don't get it, jirou!" you exasperated, taking a sip from your drink. you let out a heavy sigh. with how much effort you've put into finding a new job, you should've been paid.

"i'm sure momo's dad has a job for you," the girl on the other line tried to assure. she was on her daily jog, so she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.

with your face propped in your hand, you responded, "we already tried. all the available positions are for people with like, actual degrees or something. besides, we're not close enough for her to make a whole new job for me."

"i'm sure a job will fall right into your lap," jirou said, rustles of clothes being picked up in the phone microphone. in some sort of messed-up irony, she was getting ready for work. the universe just loved toying with you.

you took a breath in to exclaim how much you needed the money, needed a job, when a man pulled out the chair across from your table. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude & eavesdrop," he began, catching your attention.

"sorry jirou, i'll call you back in just a sec," you whispered, then you hung up. "um, sorry, can i help you?" you took mental note of his appearance-- you know, just in case something happens in this very public, very populated cafe.

just by looks, you'd assume he was in his early thirties. his jet black hair was tied into a bun, stray strands framing his face. there were bags under his eyes-- along with a noticeable scar under his left one. though his disheveled appearance, he took care of himself; his stubble was even & maintained. his shirt was tight around his arms & his chest, & you could faintly make out the shape of his muscles. & god, were they big. he was alluring, with that slight smirk of his.

he would've intimidated you, maybe even set off red flags if he didn't have a toddler bouncing on his leg, tugging his hair out of its bun. she bubbled words & strung together incoherent sentences in beg of attention of her dad.

"i apologize again, i really didn't mean to eavesdrop," he repeated. "it's just i couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a job?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, clearing your throat with an embarrassed blush on your face. "i am looking for a job."

"are you interested in being a live-in nanny for my little girl?"

it was a chance encounter, you truly believed.

the job & its perks were almost too perfect, but you're not complaining. you got to move into the basement of his suburban home for free, he would cook you breakfast & make sure the fridge & cabinets were well-stocked. for nearly $25 an hour, you were living the dream.

eri, his -adoptive- daughter, was an absolute gem as well. she was a cheery toddler who loves life. she's not a picky eater, she loves picking out her own outfits, & if you turned off her show, she would pout for a little bit then bounce back for the next activity. never once has she screamed & shouted. she would cling onto her father almost all the time when he was home.

speaking of her father, you learned his name was shota aizawa, so, naturally, you call him mr. aizawa or sir. he would constantly ask you would other things you wanted, not needed. he would take you shopping, calling it a bonus. your living area was decorated, & you didn't even have to pay a dime! there were times where you felt more like a sugar baby than a nanny, in all honesty.

not that you minded. one look at him & you could already feel your heart beat quicken. maybe it was your daddy issues that just scream when you choose a guy you're into, but he was exactly your type. he's protective, yet soft. strong, yet humble.

you thought you hid your crush on him quite well, treating him as though he were any other person. sometimes you felt like he knew you were so utterly attracted to him.

"y/n," he called out, drawing you out of thought.

"u-uh yes sir?" you replied. you were dressed down still as it was the morning. he just finished breakfast & eri was fast asleep, bound to wake up at any moment. it was just the two of you.

"are you okay?" he asked. aizawa awaited for your answer while he plated your breakfast. he always insisted so you learned to let him.

as he walked towards you with your plate, you answered, "yeah, i'm okay."

he set down the plate in front of you from behind. aizawa bent over so his head was leveled with yours. both of his arms encased you, & if it weren't for the back of your chair, you would've been pressed against his chest. "are you sure?" he whispered into your ear. "i'm hear to listen, if you'd let me."

you turned your head to look at him because, somewhere in your strange logic, you thought it would've reduced the tension & made you less embarrassed. it did the opposite.

the tips of your noses touched, his lips only a few centimeters from yours. with half-lidded eyes, the way he looked at you made you quiver. you tried to create space between the two of you, only for your head to meet his arm. centimeters turned to an inch of space. "i-i am okay," you repeated.

"aw, don't lie to me," he said in teasing voice, but you could've been imagining it. "i know it's been hard, tell me about it~" you never would've thought he would have this amount of confidence-- mainly because, if he did, he should've been bringing home loads of women.

"i-i, it's just, um," you stumbled over your words. he had a smirk, amused. his eyes glanced down to your glossy, shaky lips, then back into your doe eyes, just waiting.

"daddy," eri called from the top of the staircase.

"y/n," he whispered.

"y-yes, mr. a-aizawa?"

"eat your food before it gets cold." & with that, he pulled away from you, sauntering upstairs to grab eri. left stunned, you picked at your food.

oh, how you loved telling your friends about how hot your boss is.

after that incident, you had to tell all your friends about it, so, during your guys' weekly, weekend, late night group facetime.

"oh, my god!" uraraka squealed. "you HAVE to tell us more."

"yeah, that's literally so hot," jirou laughed. "see! you found a perfect job."

you had your phone propped against some random bottle as you snuck into the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. another thing about eri is that, once she's asleep, nothing is waking that girl up. as for aizawa, he's usually up doing something else-- which explains the bags under his eyes & his scheduled naps.

while you dumped your noodles into a pot of boiling water, you said into your phone, "i'm not even exaggerating, it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

giggles erupted from your phone. "well, to be fair, you haven't had much luck with guys in the past," mina stated. it was true. while you were in high school -& this past year of college- you really didn't connect with any guys.

"maybe the problem was that they were all her age," joked jirou. hysterical laughter followed after. you were bent over, trying to catch your breath.

"that's not true! i could go for guys our age," you tried to defend yourself.

"okay, let's name every single one of your crushes ever," tsu said, her camera angle only showing her eyes.

all the other girls started to spit out whoever they could think of.

"remember keigo? he was like, 2 years older than us," momo said.

"that's not even that bad," you rolled your eyes, stirring your noodles & adding the seasoning packet.

"oh yeah?" jirou challenged, "what about shoto-"

"he's our age!" you cut her off to save yourself the embarrassment. "besides i didn't even like him."

"yeah cuz you liked his DAD," jirou finished, to which even more bowls of laughter erupted. okay, maybe you did have a thing for older guys.

"oh wow, y/n, i didn't know you had a thing for older guys," a voice spoke from behind you. you jumped, letting out a yelp.

your phone blasted all of your friends' laughter until you grabbed your phone & hung up. "o-oh hey, sir," you stuttered out. you hid your phone behind your back as if you were caught doing something wrong. you felt your phone vibrate, your friends begging to be on call again. "how much did you hear?"

"not much," shrugged aizawa as he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet above you. that's when you realized how warm he was, how flushed his face was, how messy his hair fell. that's when you realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants & a small towel around his neck.

"wh-what are you doing up," you coughed, taking in his physic-- just for a second, of course. veins protruded up his muscular biceps down his forearms. his pecs were in front of your face. they were well-toned. his washboard abs rose with every breath he took. you let yourself quickly -& ever so sneakily- glance downward. smaller veins & a trail of black hair were like arrows, pointing down his sweatpants. you gulped. was it normal to have a bulge that big-

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n," aizawa whispered in your ear before pulling away. he walked toward the fridge that had a water dispenser attached to the freezer door. "i just need a cup of water after my workout," he answered in his regular voice to her question.

"oh, nice, nice," you said. a tense, awkward silence followed afterwards. "i-i'm sorry, i didnt mean to," you swallowed, "stare."

"right, i'm sure." & with that said, he left upstairs to get ready for bed.

aizawa loved teasing cute, little you. how could he not? your reactions were simply priceless. your face would get pink while you tried desperately to hide your embarrassment. your skittish eyes darted around the room just to avoid eye contact.

you weren't going to speak up because he knew that you "secretly" loved it. you'd probably make some lame excuse to defend yourself. you'd say, "well i'll let it slide just this once because i really need this job." which was the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. aizawa knew though. he knew how much you craved his closeness.

he loves teasing you, but he's not a monster.

that's why he whispers in your ear, caging you between him & some other surface. he fed into your fantasies while fueling his own.

he thinks about you. all the time. more than you'll ever know.

what you believed to be a chance encounter was -in fact- a calculated, perfectly-executed plan concocted by aizawa. you might've never noticed him until he introduced himself, but you're so eye catching; it was only natural for him to notice you.

at first, he cursed himself to the moon & back for being attracted to someone ten years younger than him. you're only twenty-three, why is he so charmed by you?

determined to find a fault in your character, he learned your daily routine, find your social handles, grasping at anything. he was expecting to find out that maybe you're so much of an alcoholic that you practically live at a bar or that you have eighteen children with twelve different guys. but no, he found nothing terrible about you.

all of your habits he found adorable-- especially the face you make when you're frustrated. he would watch from afar as you grunted & groaned at your laptop screen. the day at the cafe he figured out why you were so upset lately.

that's why he offered you the job, out of the kindness of his heart. no other reason.

he just wanted to make sure that you stay happy & safe, which is why he installed secret cameras in the basement before you moved in.

he loved to tease you. he loved to rile you up.

he'd tease you so badly that you -at the dead of night- spread you legs wide towards the camera & play with yourself with your fingers, moaning desperately for him. all while aizawa watched you.

tonight was different though because, with the money he gave you, you bought yourself something new. tonight, you had a bright pink vibrator stimulate your clit while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. aizawa was offended, in all honesty. it was almost like you were mocking him.

he could do better than some toy. you should've known that. he was angry, aroused, & ready to make his move.

you were unsuspecting. usually you were hyper-aware of your surroundings when you masterbated, scared of getting caught. however, this was your first time using a vibrator, & god, it felt so good. you've never experienced anything like it before. blood rushed to your ears as you could only listen to the vibrations & your choked-back moans.

aizawa crept down the stairs, into your basement. the floorboards would creak as a warning, but they fell on deaf ears. he opened the door to the basement, sneaking in. the only light that was on was a dimly lit lamp from your room. "ngh, ah." he heard your muffled moans, & his cock twitched in anticipation.

he bursted through the door, making you jump back & pull the closest thing over the bottom half of yourself. "s-sir! i-is something wrong?" you asked in a high-pitched voice as you tried to calm yourself down.

he gave you a glare, & you felt like you were in trouble, preparing for some sort of punishment. even though you didn't do anything wrong, it was him who barged in. "what. the fuck. do you think you're doing?" he seethed, closing the bedroom door. you were exposed, your juices so clearly staining your sheets.

"wh-what are you talking about-"

"don't give me that, y/n. you've been such a bad girl," he growled. aizawa stalked closer towards you as you gulped.

"n-no i haven't, i don't know what you mean, sir," you managed to say, watching him walk to the side of your bed.

"what were you doing then, hm?" he questioned with a mocking smirk. "tell me. i'd hate to do something brash over a misunderstanding."

"i-i was just laying down," you lied. he was standing at the edge of your bed, & you turned towards him. your gaze was met with his aching bulge, & you gushed all over your bed once more. you tried covering up the squelching with a yawn. "i-i'm kinda tired, you know." you were still staring at his crotch, licking your lips subconsciously.

suddenly, his hand shot to your face, his palm covering your mouth while his thumb & middle finger dug into your cheeks. "don't lie to me~ you were touching yourself, weren't you? using a dirty toy while you thought about me, hm?" you tried shaking your head but he grasped harder, making you still. "i said, don't fuckin' lie to me." he made you nod your head yes while you look up into his lusted eyes.

"you're such a bad girl, & you should know that i don't tolerate any kind of bad behavior," he informed, his gaze never breaking away from yours. "i'm going to sit down, & you're going to lay belly-down on my lap, alright, baby?"

you shook your head no once again, embarrassed. you knew that, the moment you would do that, he would catch you. after all, from the waist down, you had no clothing. "no?" he repeated in an almost sing-songy voice. "no?"

it happened so fast. one minute you were disobeying him, the next you were on his lap, just as he wanted. the baggy crop top rode up the arch of your back, & now you were practically naked -ass up- on your boss' lap. you buried your face into your messy duvet. you felt your core leak onto your inner thighs, hoping aizawa didn't notice your arousal. he did though; he loved it.

his fingers stroked your pussy as he slurred, "what a naughty girl, gettin' wet for me. y'know how much older i am, don't ya?"

you nodded your head, dripping onto his fingers.

"& ya still want me?"

you nodded, this time with a small squeak. he pulled your head back with his other hand entangled in your hair. "what was that, baby?"

"y-yes," you whispered out, hyperfixated on his fingers that teased you.

"yes what?"

"yes, i-i want you, sir," you moaned out. his middle finger ghosted over your clit, & you jolted closer to him for more friction.

"aww, you're so cute," he purred as he let go of your hair, allowing you to fall back into your bed. "it's a shame that you were so impatient though," he said with faux pity, "i have to punish you."

"no, please," you whined. "that's not fair!"

"not fair? oh darling, you brought this on yourself," he laughed. aizawa drew his hand away from your aching pussy, much to your dismay. the hand came back down, thrashing your ass cheek. you let out a muffled scream into your blanket as you were pushed forward with his force.

"what's wrong, y/n? can't handle a bit of spanking?"

"n-no! i-i want you... i-inside of me," you stuttered out with a red-tinted cheeks.

"aww, do you?"

you nodded eagerly. he, in response, growled lowly, "you're going to learn your lesson. i don't want to hear anymore whining. you're going to be my good girl, & take it, right?"

you just nodded again.

smack!

"i said, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"y-yes, sir!"

smack!

you let out a moan, looking back at him with teary eyes. you wanted an explanation why he spanked you again. you did everything right, didn't you? you were a good girl.

"you didn't apologize."

"i-i'm s-so sorry, daddy," you gasped out, then tried to explain why you called him that. "i-i didn't-"

smack!

"you're going to keep calling me that, right?"

"y-yes, daddy." your ass stung bright red, & you felt the tingling sensation as the blood rushed to your asscheeks. aizawa let his hand graze over you, squeezing you ever so slightly.

"sit up, & look at me, y/n," he commanded in a softer tone than before. mindlessly & eagerly, you sat up onto his lap. one hand gripped on your hip while the other was placed behind your back. you wrapped your arms around his neck to stay sitting up. he leaned in for a kiss, lips pressed against your plush ones. with the hand behind your back, he glided his nails over your back.

his tongue slid over your bottom lip before invading your mouth. you let out a moan as he kissed you. he was the one to pull away, you unconsciously leaned into him for another kiss. you were snapped out of your lust when he dove into your neck, nipping & kissing all over. between hickeys, he whispered, "see? good girls get a reward."

you just let out breathless moans. your arms were still around his neck while he lowered you onto the bed. "baby, i don't ever wanna punish you again," aizawa lied, slipping your crop top over your head before throwing it on the floor. he took of his shirt, chuckling when he saw how pink your ears got. "you know why i had to punish you though, don't you?"

"y-yes, i do, d-daddy," you stuttered out. it was hard to focus while he dragged his tongue over your body. he bit your collarbone, sucked on your tits, kissed down your torso. it was all so distracting.

"why did i have to punish you, y/n?"

"because i-i was p-playing with myself without y-your permission," you told him, sighs in between every word. you don't know how or when your legs were over his shoulders, & you didn't notice until he spoke.

every annunciation blew warm air to your throbbing heat. "such a smart girl, y/n~" he praised, his onyx eyes locking with your doe eyes. you didn't have to say anything, he could tell by your facial expressions how badly you needed him. he kitten-licked your pussy; it was so little, yet you couldn't help but squeak in delight.

"oh, my god," you moaned out, throwing your head back as he began to lap your juices. he groaned as his tongue flicked your clit.

"you taste so fuckin' good, baby," he uttered, diving back for more.

"thank you, daddy," you said, you didn't even know if he still wanted to punish you, but there was a chance that he did, & you didn't want this to stop.

"good girl."

he stimulated your clit with his tongue while three fingers pumped in & out of your hole. he pulled away from your pussy for a second, demanding, "look at me when you cum, got it?"

"yes d-daddy!" you yelled out, self-restraint turning into the opposite. a pressure built inside your core, threatening to pop at any second. you looked down, tears of pleasure & neediness rolling down your pink cheeks. "i-i'm gonna cum. please keep going, i'm gonna cum!" you let out a string of pleads & moans as you came all over aizawa's face.

he stood up, slipping off his pants & boxers. he kicked them away as he towered over you. he was standing on the edge of the bed while you lied with your legs spread. "you want me, y/n? you really want me?" he asked because if you wanted him to stop, he would. if you wanted him to do anything, he'd do it.

"i really want you," you said as sincerely as someone who just climaxed could say anything. "i-i just don't want this to be a one-time thing," you admitted.

he laughed, lining his cock with your entrance as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "trust me, baby. this is not a one-time thing, i'm so addicted to you, y/n. you don't even know." he finished his short-lived speech by shoving his girthy dick into your cunt, & you remembered just how dominate aizawa was. you let out a scream due to the pain, unexpectedness, & utter pleasure you got all in a single moment.

his thrusts were soft & slow at first. you could feel every inch leave then plunge back into your weeping hole. "d-d-daddy, you're so big," you moaned while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

his pace picked up, hips jerking against you. your tits jiggled with every thrust, claps every time he went back inside you. he abused your sensitive g-spot, ramming himself in & out of you. your hands unraveled themselves around his neck, your nails digging into his muscular back. you let out babbles how you couldn't take it, how you were going stupid, & how you were going to cum. he groaned in response, "if you're saying anything other than daddy or more, shut your fuckin' mouth & take it like a good girl."

"n-ngh, ahhh, yesss daddy," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you wanted him to slow down so you could think again, but you liked being mindless, you liked how you didn't have the energy or will power to think about anything in this fucked-up world. all that mattered in that moment was you, aizawa, & how good the two of you felt.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby," he groaned, he couldn't help but compliment you. how could he not? you looked even better pinned under him than he imagined. "so tight for me."

"please let c-cum with me, daddy," you begged. he didn't respond for a second, & you started to doubt yourself.

"wh-where," he groaned out, thrusts becoming rough & sloppy.

"what?"

he was losing composure. "where do you want me to cum?"

"inside," you answered quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist. you felt like you were in control now. "i-i want you inside of me when i cum all over your cock, d-daddy~"

"y/n. don't say stupid shit," he warned, knowing damn well he'd fold in an instant. you kept moaning with every thrust, begging for him to cum.

"p-please~ daddy, i deserve it. i-i've been a good girl," you whimpered. you jutted your bottom lip in a pout & tried to give your best puppy-dog eyes. every thrust he could see you twitch in pleasure, your expression couldn't hide how much you were enjoying this.

"fuckin' brat," he scowled. he watched you as you figured out how much power you truly have over him. he couldn't blame you for extorting it because that's what he did to you. at the end of the day though, you won.

he became sloppy & fast. his cock twitched inside of you when he saw your slutty expression-- tongue hanging out of your mouth, cheeks red, tears running down your face, eyes begging. & it was all because of him, how he fucked you. he was the cause of such a beautiful thing. finally, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, cumming.

whiteness painted your insides while you came around him, clenching his twitching prick. "a-aizawa!" you screamed out in pure ecstasy.

deep breathes, panting, & sighs of content followed afterwards. he slipped out of your gaping hole, his sperm leaking out of your pussy. he climbed into your bed, coddling you. you were still shaky, senses heighten. you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow.

he pulled the covers over the two of you. aizawa said while massaging your scalp, "you okay, baby?"

"mhm," you hummed, "i-i just never been fucked like that before."

he laughed, then kissed the top of your head. "i promise that this won't be the last time, y/n. i'm all yours." though he didn't say it, he was thinking, besides, guys your age won't know what to do with a bad girl like you.

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wonwooslibrary · 4 months

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svt as boyfriends ♡ joshua edition

member: joshua x reader genre: established relationship, bullet points word count: 738 summary: joshua's boyfriend things ;) warnings: mentions of food and i think that's it! let me know if i missed anything! author's note: y'all i am almost two whole days late with this oh god it keeps getting worse. i am...very tired haha i've been working a lot to build up some money while i'm not in school so yeah. i lowkey forgot about joshua/taehyung day until i opened twitter and saw people talking abt shua and i was like WAIT THAT IS TODAY anyway moral of the story i'm tired and need a break but here is the joshua fic we've all been waiting for! ily all and enjoy <3

He lowkey gives the vibes of like. The foreign exchange student bf with a relationship with a deadline

He’s the silly bf!!!

He’s also one of the members I see the least as a boyfriend so this is going to be interesting to write…

Quality Time

Mans is a fan of everything fr !!! He absolutely loves spending time with you and your shared group of friends

Loves doing silly little activities with you like making bracelets and painting

He might just be the artsy bf we all want

Joshua loves to go to different places with you like thrift stores, arcades, cafes, literally anything as long as he is with you <3

Loves the feeling of mixing his friend groups - the day you meet his friends aka his brothers he will be imploding with love for everyone

Is the “i get bored easily” bf so y’all gotta be doing like ten different things at once

Will totally ask you to dance or just close your eyes and be with him when a slow song comes on at a party / get together / playing music at home

Words of Affirmation

You totally call him Joshy or Shua and he loves every minute of it bc he thinks it’s cute

“Darling, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?” SCREECHING

Believes the relationship revolves around pet names (ie. baby, sweetie, darling) he's adorable

Is always proud of you and encouraging!!!

Likes to leave little notes for you around the house. Maybe by your favorite drink in the fridge that reads, “I got these for you. stay hydrated, love”

At the beginning of the relationship he was so formal with you, that it took him saying “I love you” for the first time to relax for five seconds LOL

Physical Touch

Joshua loves handholding ‼️

This man always wants to have some sort of contact with you, whether that be holding hands, linking fingers or rubbing your back

Loves having you sit on his lap or lay your legs across his

His go-to move when you are in public is linking your pinkies together (how cute :3)

Leans on you when he laughs because he cannot sit still

I feel like Joshua would like. move his fingers on your leg in the way of playing piano keys but with guitar if that makes sense? Like where the frets are? Idk

Is also the type to be scared of touching you in front of others until you explicitly tell him that it's okay

Acts of Service

Loves doing the chores for you

“Hey, baby, I'm gonna fill my water bottle. Do you need me to fill yours?”

Or even a, “hey i borrowed your car, but i filled the tank before bringing it back” we love a man who can afford to fill a vehicle’s tank at this point in time

Likes to bring you lunch once or twice a week --- he’ll make it himself and pack it in a cute little bag and everything

Helps you in little ways like folding the laundry or helping you pick out outfits on those days that you struggle to do anything

Is always there for you when literally anything happens. You need someone to help fix your car? He’s on the phone finding a shop. You can’t reach a high shelf or your back hurts too much to bend down to get something from a low cupboard? He’s right there ready to help

Gift Giving

I touched on this a tiny bit earlier but !! handmade jewelry omg he would make matching bracelets for y’all or even a necklace or earrings for you if bracelets interfere with your job

Always buys little trinkets that remind him of you or your relationship

“Hey I found this little glass rose decoration and it reminded me of the time i got you flowers when i asked you out the first time”

HE WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE CUTE SHY SMILE WHEN HE GIVES YOU SOMETHING TOO as if you’ll ever tell him that you dislike something he got for you

He would also love if you gave him gifts too like, “hey joshy I got this little container that can help you keep your beads organized” and he’s melt into a puddle of goo onto your living room floor

Also gets something for you (usually your favorite snack or drink) when you’re especially sad or stressed out - like a super gift instead of his regular daily gifts or something

Idk just know he’s really sweet and enjoys crafting

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lexisecretaccx · 1 month

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High School Sweethearts pt.5 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Femreader x Chris Sturniolo, sorta fluffy at the start , finally getting smut and happiness for y/n❤️female!receiving, praising, idk what else)

A/n: I wrote this listening to Melanie Martinez😍 I hope u enjoy the cuteness and happiness because it won’t last long what who said that?😨 I’m totally kidding..👀😅 bit of a slightly longer chapter so y/n and Chris can have a part fully just to them

“It’s a date then.” I smile up at him as we walk through the streets of Boston, “I know a place you will love.” Chris smiles and leads me down an alleyway, “you’re not gonna kill me right?” I joke. He looks back and rolls his eyes, before we come out the other side of the alley and we are near a bunch of stores.

“There.” Chris points across the road at a cute little cafe, ‘J’adore Coffee’ he looks to me for my reaction and I smile as I notice the red and wooden interior through the window.

“Come on!” Chris pulls me across the road and we enter the cafe, there’s satin curtains tied either side of the window, red wallpaper and wooden panels on the wall. It’s decorated with cute circular tables with white table clothes lined with red and hearts. There’s a lot of fake plants and cute portraits of Paris and other things. The front counter has an open glass revealing an arrangement of all sorts of sweet treats, and to the side are sandwiches and warm savoury foods.

On the counter is a cute little chalk board displaying what food items they have available for lunch. “I love it here Chris.” I whisper as I take in the dangling orb lights and vines on the ceiling, the cafe not too busy except for 3 tables which have people sat up to them. “I knew you would.” He smiles down at me.

“May I help you.” A woman asks, directing my attention to her, she was a middle aged lady wearing a red button up short sleeve shirt and a white apron. “Yes, what do you want to get?” Chris asks me smiling. “Could I have the BLT sandwich please?” I ask the lady politely and she nods her head, “of course sweetie, what about you?” She asks Chris.

“I’ll get the maple waffles please.” The lady nods at Chris and he pays “okay would you like to sit down? We can bring it to y’all.” “Okay thank you.” Me and Chris both say before sitting down at a table against the wall. He sits opposite me. “Only a BLT? They have waffles and pancakes here too.”

“Yeah I’m just not too hungry, but a BLT sounded nice.” I lie, smiling reassuringly to Chris, I was kinda hungry I just didn’t want him to spend too much money. “okay, thank you by the way.” He looks into my eyes, his full of adoration. “For what?” I grin, feeling genuine happiness which I haven’t felt in quite sometime.

“For being here with me, letting me take you on a date, you know. I’m glad we met, not tryna be corny or any shit.” He laughs softly, “thank me falling asleep in class, because then I never would’ve been in detention,” I chuckle “but I’m glad we met too and thank you, you didn’t have to pay.”

“Are you kidding? I would spend any amount of money to be able to be on a date with you.” We both laugh, not too loudly as to not disturb the others enjoying their meals. “That was corny right?” Chris asks me awkwardly, I nod and softly giggle as he also laughs.

“Here you are.” A man puts a tray infront of us, with Chris’ waffles, my BLT and a pot of a maple syrup. “Thanks.” Chris says to the man before he walks away.

We eat our food and laugh and talk and Chris leaves a tip before we leave.

“Let me walk you home.” He looks down at me, “okay thank you Chris.” I smile up to him and he returns the gesture. “Walk here,” he moves me to the inside of the sidewalk. “Such a gentleman.” I half joke and he rolls his eyes, “don’t make it weird y/n.” We laugh.

About 10 minutes pass and we are not far from my house, we are both silent but it’s not an awkward silence more of a comforting one, the only noise is our feet on the concrete and some distant cars and birds tweeting overhead. “My mom’s not gonna be home for at least 4 hours.” I sigh, breaking the silence.

“So you can come in, if you want?” The corners of my mouth softly lift, “yeah of course, school should be ending in a few minutes.” Chris replies as we turn down my street. “My house isn’t the biggest, but it’s just me and my mom so you know.” I shrug. “I’m not gonna judge your house y/n, I’m not an asshole.” He puts his arm around my shoulder for me to feel comforted.

“Evan judged my house.” I whisper, Chris looks at me and rolls his eyes, “Evan is a dick, don’t let him judge anything about you.” He reassures me, “thank you Chris.”

We approach my house, I point it out to Chris, “that’s not bad at all! it’s so nice.” He smiles as we walk up the path, “my mom always makes sure the garden and house are tidy, she’s always cleaning whenever she’s not working.” I laugh as I unlock the door. Chris looks around in awe at the neatness and cosyness of my house.

“This is so cosy what the fuck.” Chris sounds almost surprised, “are you surprised?” I ask. “Yeah you made it seem like it was gonna be really bad, I wouldn’t judge you either way but this is so nice.” He smiles to me. “Oh thanks.” I smile back.

“My rooms up here.” I lead him upstairs into my small hallway containing of three doors, my bedroom, my mother’s, and the bathroom. I open my bedroom door and god am I happy that I tidied my room the other night.

“Woah it’s so..” he looks around.. “girly..” he smirks at my pink and white satin bedsheets and pink wallpaper. “What can I say? 10 year old me picked the wallpaper and I wanted my room to match so I made it work, plus it’s cute.” I turn to face him. “It’s so.. what’s that word, that pink word with the bows and shit.” I let out a small giggle. “Coquette?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” We laugh, “you can sit on the bed.” I sit down patting the bed next to me for Chris to sit next to me.

“So..” Chris says. “So?” I reply, the air around us gets slightly awkward as we sit on my bed. We just look at each other for a moment before I break the tension. “Do you want to kiss me?” I ask lowly. Chris’ eyes widen and he smiles leaning into me “yeah, I didn’t know if you wanted it..” he place his hand onto the side of my face, “of course I do.” I whisper before we bring our lips together.

Instantly our lips connect like a perfect puzzle piece, like our lips were supposed to be together. Slowly the kiss turns into more of a make out as Chris’ tongue slowly makes its way into my mouth and I let him take control. We both understood the rhythm perfectly and it felt so right to kiss him.

His hand made its way down to my thigh as he rubs circles on it, I ignore the growing heat between my thighs, a feeling I’m unfamiliar with. The air is full of lust which replaces the once awkwardness that was there.

“Have you ever..” Chris breaks the kiss to look at me, “ever what?” I whisper. He looks down between my legs at back up at me, “if you’re asking if I’ve ever had sex.. then no, I’ve had chances but, they never felt right.” I swallow nervously. “Okay, just wondering,” he smiles reassuringly, “what about.. uh have you ever done anything, to yourself?” He asks me, trying to figure out what I’m comfortable with.

I nod, “yeah.” I breath. “Do you want me to.. I could help you with, becoming more comfortable, only if you want!” He holds my hand and maintains eye contact. Something feels different when I’m around Chris, like I can trust him, like I want him to.. my dream about him a few nights ago is practically gonna become true.

“Yes.” Is all I reply with. His eyes light up, “really? I can use my fingers first, to make sure you’re fully comfortable with me.” He places a kiss to my forehead, I nod “yes.. please.” I smirk, and Chris looks at me, “I’m proud of you.” He whispers.

I wrap my arms around his and he hugs me back.

“I’m gonna remove these, is that okay?” He looks up at me for consent. He puts his hand at the waistband of my sweatpants, “yes Chris, I want this.” I smile, “if you want me to stop anything I’m doing, just say stop and I will listen straight away I promise.” He nods as he looks into my eyes, his blue eyes piercing through my own eyes.

“I trust you.” I assure him, he pulls down my sweatpants and discards them on my floor. Leaving me in my cami top and red panties, “lay back for me?” Chris asks and I do as he says. He looks at me and I nod before he removes the underwear I had on, “so perfect” he whispers as he kisses my collarbone.

“Can you spread your legs for me?” He asks “okay.” I say quietly, trying to contain my excitement. It feels so right to do this with Chris. He rubs a finger over my heat, causing me to shudder from the sudden sensation, he looks up to me for any signs of discomfort but I’m fine, “so wet already.” He smirks at me, planting a kiss on my neck.

“I’m gonna put a finger in okay? Tell me to stop if you want or if you want more I’ll do it for you, I wanna make you feel good.” He whispers against my skin before planting another kiss, “okay.” He smiles before I feel his finger slide into my velvety walls. I throw my head back in a mix of pleasure and satisfaction from a new feeling, his long fingers are finally gonna be fully inside of me.

He slowly pushes it in further and keeps checking my face to make sure I’m good. He starts to pump him finger in and out of my heat as I let out soft breathy moans, “doing so good for me.” He praises. “More..” I mumble, “you sure?” He asks and I nod.

He slips another finger inside of me, stretching me out and causing me to breathe heavier. He starts to fasten his pace, and i bite my lip to suppress my noises, “no need to stop yourself from moaning, you make such pretty noises, nobody is home remember?” He reassures me and I smile before even more pleasure hits me and I arch my back.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers in my ear, which only makes me more wet. I feel a knot in my stomach tightening, I start to clench around his fingers as they curl just right into my g-spot causing me to moan and breathily whimper. “You’re close hm?” He continues his pace and i nod rapidly, holding back my orgasm as I don’t want the pleasure to end.

“Fuck Chris right there.” I moan, “sound so perfect moaning my name..” he plants a kiss on the sweet spot below my ear, causing me to edge closer to my climax, “cum for me baby.”

I don’t think twice before I moan loudly as the knot snaps and my arousal leaks around his fingers, slowing their pace to ride me through my high. He removes his fingers finally and licks them clean. I lay there breathing heavily, Chris lies next to me and turns to me.

“I’m so proud of you.” He smiles, I turn to him and grab his face before kissing him, “thank you, and thank you for..” I exhale “that.” I smile.

“Let me grab a towel to clean you up okay?” He sits up, “bathroom is the door at the end of the hall, not the one opposite because that’s my mom’s room, I say breathily. “Got it.” He leaves the room and I lay there with a feeling of euphoria.

“I wet one of the pink flannels with your name on it from on the shelf, is that okay?” He leans down to clean up my sensitive entrance. “I need to put bleach or pen on it or something so I know which one to not use on my face.” I laugh softly, “why don’t you just cut the label off this one?” He replies as he finishes cleaning me up and opens my top drawer to find underwear for me, “that’s more reasonable yeah.. get out of my underwear drawer Chris.”

I sit up and cover my face in embarrassment, “my fingers were just inside of you and you’re embarrassed about panties, socks and bras?” He laughs and shakes his head and I realise the stupidity of what I just said.

“Thank you, again.” I smile to him.

A/n: omg first smut of the series yass. How cute is this part? I wanted to include some happy moments, I’m not gonna make anything happen between y/n and Chris dw but without spoiling much there will be upcoming moments where u need the tissues.. ily all tho❤️😥

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luveline · 2 years

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jade u angel <3 here is a cookie🍪 in exchange for shy!reader hurting themselves on something (idk like a headbump or chin graze or something) whilst not with remus but being too scared to tell remus what happened??? i once smacked my forehead on a cabinet (LOL) and i was outraged i never got a tender kiss it better forehead smooch tbh

hello! ty for ur request, i hope this is ok <3

Remus doesn’t notice what you’ve done until he’s persuaded you into his side on the sofa. You’re talking quietly about the book you’ve read over the weekend and how it had disappointed you sorely.

Remus, who hasn’t read the book but feels like he might as well have from your commentary, clears his throat to say, “Why would she end it like that? There’s a baker's dozen of loose ends.”

“Money. I bet they’ll announce a sequel and then we’ll all have to fork out a small fortune for a story she should’ve given us in the first,” you grumble.

He laughs, really laughs, startled by your passionate vitriol. “I bet they will,” he agrees, kissing your forehead, so full of affection for you he could burst. He’s half-opened his mouth to try and say something funny when he realises you've gone rigid under his touch.

He pulls away to look at you. You don’t look at him, your eyes almost shut in a wince.

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“Nothing, why?”

He pulls his arm from around your shoulders to angle your face gently toward the light, thumb pushed into the soft of your cheek. There, across your temple, is a faint bruise. Red and darker towards the edges. Remus can’t believe he missed it.

“How have you done that?” he asks, sympathetic.

“What?”

His chin dips toward his chest and he pouts unhappily. “What do you mean, sweetheart? You’ve got a bruise across your head.” He strokes along the edge with the tip of his ring finger. “I know that hurts.”

“Not really.”

He holds your face carefully in both hands and sits up properly to look at it. It’s a newer bruise. He imagines by tomorrow it’ll look worse, yellow and purple and hurting.

“What happened?” He says it in a way that leaves little room for any flippancy. You're a quiet girl. While he wouldn’t have you any other way, gentleness doesn’t always seem to work on you.

“Hit it on the kitchen table,” you confess sheepishly.

He turns your face to his and rubs at your cheeks lovingly. “Hoovering?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, well, you’re never hoovering again.” He laughs at your disenfranchised expression. “Like you’ll miss it!”

“I will miss it. I like hoovering.”

“Okay.” He presses a tender kiss to the skin just shy of your mean bruise. “Freak,” he murmurs.

You giggle and melt into his affection, your hands coming to rest flat against his chest.

He’s never one to deprive you of a kiss but when you lean in he evades to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to, but I felt weird. Don’t wanna make a big deal out of nothing.”

“That’s unfair. What if I do? I love making mountains of molehills, you know that.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. He’s delighted to hear a hint of sarcasm in your words.

“You should be.” You move in for a kiss and he lets you have it, though he does pause between breaths to say, “You have to tell me when you get hurt. Boyfriend rules.”

You nod and he kisses you silly to say thank you.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #marauder x reader

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lukaherehelp · 5 months

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Playboyy EP2 - Getting What You Want?

(feels ominous now)

Instead of commenting as the episode progresses, I'm going to go straight to analyzing everything that has caught my attention. Fasten your seatbelts, this is gonna be a long one with no brakes!

SO!

Let's get out of the way the horniness first because it has me distracted. Yes, more shirtless Teena, yes to Aob's melons are out first two minutes buT I NEED TO GO UNHINGED ABOUT THIS MAN FOR A SECOND:

he fuckin pulls in wearing converse, leather pants and jacket, a white tee and while still wearing those fuckin nerd glasses while smoking a cigarrette and y'all want me to skip it?! And then we procced to learn that he was in this sugar daddy/sugar baby with master/slave dynamics with Nant (where idk if there were actual feelings or not) AND Y'ALL WANT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT?!

I'm taking Nant's place! I'm running across the globe to be his barbie doll, all the feminism in me has left, the traditional woman protocol is activated. Sir, how do you want your eggs in the morning? I get Fiat now when he said he would let Leo tie and lock him up, this man has awaken that in me.

... okey, moving on to my actual notes. Let's begin again:

PROM & PORSCHE

two bad bitches in one single frame, they are blood related.

This two are so fuckin sus that at this point I actually think they are yet another red herring (at least Prom). But I'm not talking about their involvement in Nant's disappearence right now, I'm talking information and dynamics:

Prom works in Playboyy, Porche is in charge of Miracle Car Wash.

Prom is the older brother, Porche is the younger one. Yet, Porche is out here ordering around Prom like he is taking care of a child. Either he is truly the baddest bitch on this show or growing up Prom was not the most severe brother against Porche taking in account how family dynamics in Thailand tend to go... Porsche has some balls.

Now, Porche doesn't want Prom to work on Playboyy anymore. He even states that he must hand his resignation due to Nant be back, which makes Prom smile:

Prom is obviously happy about Nant's comeback but also about his job, he ain't bending down to his little brother's wishes.

Is Playboyy also one of their father's business? Would makes sense that you put your eldest in charge.

Porche is coming out to be quite the ambitious boy, managing Playboyy would be a much more profitable and exciting job that a fuckin carwash, but Prom gets more from his job in Playboyy than just being the maître and a possible host.

Porche comments about how meeting up with Nant again can screw them over... Why? Because of their relationship or because of the clips Nant was sending to Captain? Was one of them with Prom? Is Porche looking into protecting the family name?

To continue with Prom for a little: as happy as he seem to the news of Nant being back, he doesn't seem that thrill when meeting Nont.

clever of you to go see him in Nant's white, Nont, but I do think Prom knows his baby better than you do.

Still don't know what the fucking dynamic is apart from what has being obviously stated before but here is when I slowly slide in to talk about

NANT & NONT

First of all, Nont has run out of info and is already slipping, I was fully expecting for him to come clean to First and Zouey during the breakfast:

a bunch of babies

... yet he didn't but found out important info:

the relationship (money wise) Prom and Nant had.

the clips Nant was selling to Captain.

that he's into kinky sex lmao

Seriously now, in what type of trouble was Nant in that all the money (which is not little) Prom was transfering him, combined with what Captain payed him for the clips, wasn't enough? And that's if the money is the problem.

Nont seems to think that Nant is death (so do I) and he could have fallen victim of a rough session gone wrong. Is a possible. It could be accidental.

But if it wasn't, if someone is behind it... Let's go with our only clear suspect right now: Porche.

what is the motive? could be from jealousy or pride. Is not strange for younger siblings to think their older siblings are out of bounds to their friends and Porche is a possesive bitch. If he didn't like Nant to begin with, him fuckin Porche AND getting paid by him would probably send him to the fuckin edge. It could also be a matter of family pride as well. Maybe he knew about the clips, or maybe knew about the relationship by other means and that could tint their father's reputation, therefore also his. Specially if the problem is the clips... that shit would spread like wildefire.

quick to scream at

CAPTAIN

My brother in sin... WHERE THE FUCK ARE THOSE CLIPS GOING AND HOW ARE YOU SO NON CHALANT ABOUT IT? SPECIALLY SINCE YOUR "FRIEND" IS INVOLVED IN THEM?

anygay, he's currently distracted with Puen and Keen and I can tell he's already planning how to get in Keen's pants to join the team...

I don't have much comment (for now) on Teena and Zouey since they seem to be in their own bubble and not involved in the mystery at all, but I'm going to address the elephant in the room:

SOONG & FIRST

My mind tells me two things: "well, this fuckin sucks" and "is a red herring".

We had them going at it with their fuckin shenanigans (never better said) for almost the whole episode. But we keep being reminded about how materialistic Soong seems to be:

First adores this man to the same level Zouey adores Teena, but his eyes are set somewhere else: profit.

Now, we can go to Denial, the river in Egipt, for a while and say that he's being thruthful about how he doesn't want people to think he's with First for the money... But he is. First is a giant bhath sign for him. Even when he goes to leave First home after their little "cosplay" adventure (ominous that they were dress as knock off versions of Ghostface), he just have eyes for the fuckin watch First has eventually given him:

so much so that he gets caught by First's dad

which makes me go into two theories:

either Soong is really dumb and for real has being playing First + he's straigh up a psycho

as many are wishing for, after the massive argument First and his father had, and the knowledge we have that First cannot move out due to his father's controling nature, him and Soong are teamming up to con First's dad... which I also think is a dumb idea, but how cares for now.

or at least that's it for now... I'll probably write more and go in depth as we wait for EP3, but that's my investigation work for now.

Remember, my ask box and my dms are open if anybody wants to scream my way,

Luka out!

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s4turns-st4rs · 1 month

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street fighting years

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒a curtis biddick oneshot ﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/𝐧: in denial abt episode 3 so here we are. thinking of a harry crosby or a john egan one too? idk we’ll see. anyway enjoy lovelies xxx

requests are open ‼️

in which: curtis is a winner, every single time.

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief mentions of blood and bruises, swearing

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: nothing matters - the last dinner party

the moon was the only source of light in the sky, and it shone across the houses, reflecting across the mostly empty road.

the base was holding another of their infamous parties, but tonight, the majority was gathered outside. they had formed a makeshift boxing ring, surrounding two soldiers. one of which was a british RAF soldier. the other, was a certain curtis biddick, the american lieutenant who had been flirting with you all evening.

with a wink, he tossed you his jacket.

“curtis, i don’t think—” you began, but he interrupted you immediately.

“don’t worry ‘bout me, darlin’.” he said simply, brushing off your concern with ease. “just sit back and enjoy the show.”

you frowned a little at his lack of self preservation, but you bit your tongue. for a second, anyway.

“curtis, you’re only going to come out of this injured and in pain, you know.”

“don’t be such a worrywart, its nothing.” he said as he dodged the british soldier’s first punch.

“i’m not a worrywart. i’m just trying to make sure you don’t knock yourself out. for no reason.” you said with a worried frown, crossing your arms, holding his jacket close to you. it smelt like him. like musk, smoke, and plane fuel.

“i think you just have a crush on me.” he giggled as he threw a punch at the british soldier, hitting him square in his chin. the soldier stumbled back with a groan, and in his brief moment of safety, he grinned at you, and sent you another wink.

“i don’t have a crush on— what are you, ten?” you sighed, clearly exasperated by his immature nature, if not a little charmed, although you were unlikely to admit it.

“a 10/10, yeah.” curtis said with a smug smile. only seconds after, the smirk is wiped off his face as the british soldier’s fist slammed straight into his nose.

curtis stumbled back, a slow stream of blood immediately trickled down his cupid’s bow. using all your self control, you didn’t move. he could handle this. hopefully, anyway.

he rebalanced himself, landing a punch on the british soldier’s right cheek, and sent you a wink with a cheeky smile.

“told you i could do this, darlin’.”

you don’t respond, ignoring the butterflies the nickname still gives you. he sensed your skepticism, so he smirked at you again.

“c’mon, there’s nothing to—shit!” just as he starts to reassure you, the british soldier punched him in the chin, busting his lip. curtis managed to keep his balance, as he ran a hand through his unkept hair.

a few more punches are thrown, and curtis hits the final blow to the brit’s stomach. he doubles over, signalling his defeat.

depsite curtis’ injuries, he grinned widely.

“i told ya i’d win!” he picked you up in his arms, spinning you around in celebration, as the rest of the american spectators cheered.

you rolled your eyes, but with a smile, as he placed you back down on the ground, but holding you close, clearly not planning to let go anytime soon.

“i could kiss you, you know.” he said, lowering his volume slightly.

“don’t.” you said, quietening to match his volume. “you’ve got blood all over your face.”

he frowned with a mock glare. “have you no romance?”

“just basic common sense.”

curtis rolled his eyes, but he loved it. he loved your smartass comments. he loved you.

slowly, the crowd dispersed, footsteps and exclamations echoing in the otherwise dull nighttime streets, money from bets changing hands, and men clapping curtis on the back with patriotic cheers.

despite the blood on his face, and your common sense, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. immediately, a blush spread across his face, contrast against his bright, shining eyes, and dark bruises already forming on his cheeks.

“c’mon dork, you’ve got some bruises just begging to be patched up.” you said with a little smile.

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themastaralex · 1 month

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Your heart and soul is mine (and mine are yours) - Chap 2

Chap summary: The first thing to know about being a Jujutsu Sorcerer is how to control your CE, from there it's just basic manipulation. And also meeting your nephew/not really nephew Megumi Fushiguro.

notes: I'm probably not gonna upload for a solid month after this chapter, or maybe after the 3rd chapter's done idk. maki and the gang pull up in the next chapter, and GODDAMN, she is RUDE. but its funny

she's gonna be like that probably until before yuta pulls up once we get to the jjk0 storyline- another thing to note is that since jjh is a year round school, they likely start school in may because they have a summer uniform, winter uniform, blah blah, you get it

After that first very impressionable meeting with your long-lost half-brother, he wasted no time in gaining guardianship over you.

He gained it rather quickly actually.

Even you were surprised as to how fast he gained it, but he has both connections, proof of his relation to you, and money to make it faster.

So after a month or two and him coming back every week, he could finally say he became your legal guardian, and he talked to both your aunt and you about moving to Japan with him.

Sure, you have no idea as to how to speak Japanese, but you'll go to school, learn there as he helps you as well.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you packed up most of your things and moved to Japan with him.

Tokyo, Japan.

You don't want to be one of those people who acts all weird with it, but for the first few months of living there, you definitely did. Not to mention that Satoru never once mentioned Megumi and Tsumiki while he was talking all about Japan.

Your first meeting with Megumi wasn't too bad. The boy stayed pretty quiet the whole time.

“So.. Do you like comics?”

You tentatively ask, as he raises his head slightly, looking as if he's thinking about this.

“..yeah. The new 52 Batman comics are my favorites.” You grin, seeing the corner of Megumi’s lips turn up. It seems he's glad enough to have someone new in the house who likes comics.

“Awesome. I personally like the Civil War book that came out a long ass while ago. Cap dies, but I think that's fine. We need more permanent deaths in comics anyways.”

He nods his head in agreement, as you continue to talk about the 2006 Civil War comic.

‘She seems pretty cool.’

He's not going to say that out loud though. Megumi already kind of is starting to like you, and that's saying something. Maybe it's because you're very close to his age, or because you're not hounding him with questions on basically one of your first meetings.

“Anything else you like? ‘Cause I have a lot more I could talk about.”

You smile, and now Megumi can definitely tell you're related to Satoru. Both your tendencies to talk seem similar, even when you're clearly asking him if he'd like to talk more.

And he's glad for that. He's glad you're a little like Satoru, but not enough like him that you're unbearable to talk to or be next to.

Even then, Megumi contemplates your question for another few moments, thinking of something else he actually enjoys. His voice comes out a little quieter than normal, as he scratches his chin for a moment.

“Well, I also like Iron Man. The movies are pretty cool. The Avengers movie was awesome too.”

Common interests make this bonding with Megumi easier than he would make it normally. He's quiet, sometimes unusually so, but that's fine by you. It's nice to have someone to share opinions with- Even if they're very opinionated like Megumi’s.

You're sure you can get along with Megumi quite easily.

——

A few days later, after Satoru comes back from his business trip, he sits you down to talk to you, one on one. In a serious tone, he speaks, sitting down at a table across from you.

“We need to talk.”

His hands are interlocked in front of him, as his face forms into a serious look. He's really trying not to smile at all.

It doesn't make you nervous per say, but it does make you narrow your eyes at him as you start to suspect something. Satoru isn't very good at being serious in these types of situations, so this is killing him.

“So, I'm sure you have no idea what I do when I leave, right?” He's referring to his “business trips”, so you nod your head. He seems to understand, and keeps talking. “I would guess so. Anyways, you don't know what Jujutsu is, do you?”

At this point, you just stare at him with a ‘Are you fucking stupid?’ look. Of course you have no idea what that is.

“What the fuck is “Jujutsu"? Fightin’ style?”

You narrow your eyes at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. You've only ever heard of Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, and those pretty much sound the same. That's probably what he's referring to, right?

“No, no, it's something else. It's kind of like super powers.” He watches you for a moment, watching you burst out into laughter shortly after his words.

Satoru's serious gaze doesn't falter, even when he already probably would've burst into laughter himself as well, but he wants to introduce you to this, because he can definitely sense a huge amount of cursed energy from your body. Especially a few months ago, when you were still reeling back from your mother's death.

“I want you to take this seriously.”

His words coupled with his tone makes you stop laughing, and instead pay heavy attention to his next words.

He’s never done anything to lose your trust, and he's certainly never lied to you (so far). So when he asks you to take him seriously, no matter the topic.

So after that, he starts yapping all about jujutsu, curses, the Jujutsu society, and the fact that because you have blood of the Gojo Clan in your veins, you have the extreme potential to be one of the strongest Sorcerers of this generation.

In all seriousness, you don't believe him for a good while. Until you try touching him to slap him (as a joke) and you can't touch him.

You can't touch him because of his Infinity. He explains it to you, both Infinity and his cursed technique: Limitless. Not just Limitless, but his Six Eyes technique.

He first explained that the Six Eyes and the Limitless come together in one sorcerer every 400 years. He’s an extremely rare case of a sorcerer: possessing two techniques in one brain. Then he explains it all a bit more in depth, then moves onto you. He’s not sure if you’re like him- in the sense that your eyes sense cursed energy better than a regular sorcerer would. But then again, he has noticed your narrowed eyes around both him and Megumi quite a lot. Your squinting eyes can only lead him to the assumption that you see cursed energy better, like he does.

He didn’t want that for you, but it’s too late now. At least now, Satoru can teach you how to control and harness your cursed energy- not to mention, give you his old high school glasses to help you with the overload of cursed energy, and just overall your eyes being sensitive to many forms of different things. Like him.

——

And so, as soon as he got some time off and a safe spot to help you start to work on your jujutsu, he got right on it. Honestly, Megumi is slightly surprised that Satoru’s doing all of this, but he knows the man isn’t cold-hearted. Quite the opposite. Satoru took him in, so he knows firsthand how generous he can be, even if he’s a bit childish at times.

Right off the bat, he teaches you how to channel your cursed energy; how to not be wasteful with it, especially considering your overwhelming amount of it- from what he can tell, with his blindfold/glasses on or off.

It’s not tough to learn it, but the hardest part is mastering it by repeating it over and over. All it is is using your negative emotions and channeling them into a layer of cursed energy over your body.

Over and over. Satoru had you practice channeling cursed energy into your fists, hitting him with his Infinity up, even if it did nothing. After all, it didn't do ‘nothing’. It helped you practice CE manipulation, and helped you control your emotions, especially your grief after your mother’s death.

“The body is the soul, and the soul is the body. If you don’t understand that, you don’t understand the basic principle of jujutsu.” He’s a good teacher when it comes to application and technique. After all, he’s been a jujutsu sorcerer ever since he could use his techniques. And you…

He didn’t even know what cursed technique you had until around a year after the initial start of your training. And when he found out what it was, he was absolutely thrilled. The technique itself was Special Grade 1, and with your mastery so far, how well you’ve exceeded on the minor missions Satoru sent you and Megumi on to test your skills, and the knowledge of jujutsu you have- even after only a year- you’re already definitely top tier Grade 1 material.

Not to mention your skills in martial arts; with boxing as your primary, Muay Thai for more power in the weaker areas, and karate for leg strikes.

As for your CT…

Cursed Technique: Time Dilation.

Your CT is one of the most powerful- but volatile- techniques. A user of Time Dilation hasn’t been heard of or seen since the Heian Era. Already, Satoru knows you’re a slight danger- or at least he knows that’s how the jujutsu higher-ups will see it.

With the power of your CT, you have the ability to slow time to almost a halt, and at your current mastery, only for around maybe 2-3 seconds per usage.

You have potential. Great potential. Just like him.

Just like Satoru Gojo.

#maki zenin #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #zenin maki #jjk x reader #jjk x you #maki x you #god i need her so bad #gojo satoru #jjk #megumi fushiguro

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pepsiboyy · 2 months

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starboy part 1

P1 P2

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo

summary: y/n, born and raised in los angeles, moves across the country to boston. when she feels like she has nobody, she makes some new friends at her new job. she grows particularly close with the sturniolo triplets, where she finds a lot in common with one of them.

warnings: just cursing

lowercase intentional!!!

author's note: hii! this is my first story on here and i hope it goes okay?? idk i suppose we will see where it goes. thanks a ton for reading!! let me know what you think! sincerely, apollo <3

my head smacked against the car window, causing me to immediately lift my head and blink a few times.

"morning, y/n. sleep well?" my mom carefully stated while looking at me in the rearview mirror. i shrugged and tried to keep my eyes opened as i watched all of the unfamiliar buildings pass by.

everything was so different here.

a few weeks ago, my mom received a job offer here in boston. our family didn't particularly struggle with money, but if she wanted to keep her job, we had to move.

me, on the other hand? i couldn't believe what i was hearing when she sat me down at the dining room table. "what do you mean we're... leaving?" i felt my hands shake. sadness? anger? i couldn't even tell.

"well, i got a job offer-" she started, but i immediately cut her off with my hands slamming against the table.

"fuck your job offer, what about everything we have here!? my friends, my job... everything?" i shouted, my voice beginning to shake towards the end.

"language," my mom started, but let out a deep sigh, "i understand your frustration. that's why we're waiting until you graduate."

i let out a shaky sigh at the thought. this wasn't fair. my best friend was still in los angeles, harper. she was my best friend since childhood, and leaving her hurt more than anything i could even describe.

"we're here," my mom breathed, looking at me through the rearview mirror. i could tell she was trying to read my emotions, sadness in her eyes. i stared at her for a few moments before opening the car door and stepping out quickly.

"wow, it's gorgeous." i heard my father say, his arm wrapping around my mom's waist as he kissed the top of her head. i felt myself physically cringe as i grabbed my bags and a few pairs of shoes that didn't fit within the bags. i looked at the house in front of me.

it was pretty nice. fairly homey. very different from our house back in california. i took in a deep breath before beginning to walk towards the door.

my room was pretty nice, i had to admit. it was a little bigger than my room back at home- or.. what was home, i guess. i laid against my bed and stared at my ceiling before standing up.

while i was packing, i applied for a few jobs here in boston. a lot of them turned me down as i only have a little bit of work experience, but what can you do? i guess. i got accepted by a grocery store though, one i hadn't seen before. it was called star market? we didn't have those on the west coast, but they're pretty popular here. the pay was minimum wage, but it's a start. it didn't really matter to me. anything to get me out of the house and just do something. get myself out there.

i let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. with every thought racing through my head, finally i managed to let my mind rest and slowly drift into sleep.

"y/n, are you sure you'll be okay?" my mom mumbled, carefully touching my hair and fixing the loose strands. i chuckled softly and nodded. "i'll be fine, just a bit nervous. new place and new job." i mumbled, playing with my fingers. my mom nodded.

"i understand. you'll do great. just talk to your coworkers, maybe make friends?" she asked, smiling. i sighed.

i know she's simply trying to help, but it's hard. i had a perfectly great life in california and i feel like i'm being forced to restart completely.

"right." i replied, letting out a sigh before stepping towards the door.

my earbuds were playing music as i walked. i didn't have a car yet, so.. i had to walk. it's right down the street, so no biggie. in broad daylight, i didn't see it as a big deal. i hummed as i turned a corner, and sure enough, it really was right there. i crossed the street and approached the doors, blinking a few times.

so this is my new job. it looked a lot nicer in person than in the pictures. that made me feel a little better. i walked in.

"hi, umm... my name is y/n.. it's my first day?" i mumbled shyly to the older lady standing at the front. she looked me up and down. i swallowed and gripped my backpack's straps, looking around. why was she looking at me like that.

"you're y/n y/l/n?" she started to smile, and i felt a wave of relief wash over me.

"yeah," i smiled softly back.

"cool, let me call nick over." she told me before turning away and beginning to say something into her walkie.

after a few minutes of awkwardly standing with my hands in my pockets.

"hi-"

"oh fuck-" i gasped, turning around and grasping my chest. my eyes widened as i shook my head, "oh god i'm sorry- i didn't mean to say that, you just scared me," i breathed, smiling softly.

the boy laughed softly and shook his head. "oh, girl you're completely fine, i'm the same way," he chuckled.

i smiled softly. i then gasped and quickly held out my hand. "my name is y/n, it's my first day." i looked up at the boy with the nose ring and curly hair in front of me. i assumed he was nick.

"hi y/n, i like your name a lot. it's pretty! i'm nick. lose the formalities, let loose, you're good." he smiled and shook my hand softly before pulling away and beginning to walk away. i followed.

"are you from around here, or?" nick asked, turning to me and beginning to walk to the back.

"ah, yeah.. i uhh, moved here from los angeles, actually." i scoffed.

nick seemed to throw his eyebrows up as he turned to me. "los angeles? really? i've always wanted to go, i've been like once but... i still want to go, doesn't change anything." he smiled before he quickly turned to me. "sorry, it's probably like... not that special to you, but," he shrugged, "it's across the country. i mean, culture shock.... is that a real thing?"

i smiled brightly. something about the way nick spoke to me so casually was really comforting. "oh, it's definitely a real thing."

as we walked towards the back, we passed a boy with similar hair and features, and i blinked at him before i shrugged it off and kept following nick. nick seemed to notice this though, and smiled. "that's my brother, matt," he mumbled, and i smiled and nodded. "you two look really similar." i replied, before we came to a stop.

"this is where you'll clock in every day. just type in your employee number and tap clock in," he told me as he demonstrated. i nodded carefully. "it's totally normal if you don't remember your numbers, i wrote them down for you." he handed me a sticky note. i smiled and folded it, putting it into my clear phone case.

"i appreciate it, thanks." i smiled.

"and that's how you do it," nick stated confidently.

to be brutally honest, i was still a little lost. we kept just talking about life, random things. i found out nick and i got along really well, and we were the same age.

"i appreciate you walking me through everything," i breathed, rubbing my arm. as we walked back to customer service, i noticed a boy with longer brown hair kneeled down and putting some things on a shelf. i could hear the music playing from his earbuds from here.

nick looked at me and smiled. "oh, and that's my other brother. chris." he smiled. i blinked at him. "you guys all look the same," i started, and he stopped me. "yeah, we're triplets." he chuckled. my eyes went wide as i smiled softly. "wow, you don't see that every day." i chuckled and walked past chris.

"matt, this is y/n. she's gonna be working up here at customer service with you." nick told him, and matt turned to me with a soft smile. i smiled back at him.

"hi, i'm matt." he mumbled, holding out his hand. we shook hands quickly. this guy was so shy but he seemed cool, too. "hi, matt." i smiled at him.

the day went by surprisingly fast. i talked a lot with matt, and found out that we have a lot of similar tastes in music and style. "you should talk to my brother chris, he likes that a lot too," he would tell me. i felt like he said it every other sentence, actually. "wow, i really gotta meet this chris guy then, don't i?" was how i finally responded.

matt nodded with a warm smile. "yeah, you do." he smiled.

he helped me a lot with customers throughout the day, and learning the system. he was very helpful, and the way he spoke with customers was kind of admirable. i was excited to be as knowledgeable as he was to those who needed it.

"what do you drive?" he asked me after helping someone, and i blinked. "oh, i don't drive- i walked here." i smiled at him, but my smile dropped when i noticed him look at me with shock, and some worry. "you walked here?" he asked, blinking a few times. i shrugged. "yeah, my house is literally right around the corner.

"i can take you home, i wouldn't walk around at night," he stated firmly, looking at me with only seriousness. i smiled softly. these guys were really nice. "i'd umm.. i'd like that, actually." i smiled.

"matty-poo, are you clocked out yet?" a voice rang in the distance, very similar to his.

"i told you to stop calling me that, chris. have you met y/n?" he questioned, smiling at him. i looked over at chris and felt like i might stop breathing in that moment.

he was stunning. and he may have looked nearly identical to the other two, but something about his hair and the way it perfectly fell on his head, the way he was dressed so laid back and clearly himself yet still appropriately for work.

"y/n?" i heard matt say as i turned quickly to him and then back to chris. "oh, right, sorry. hi, name's y/n," i chuckled shyly and held out my hand. chris, instead of shaking my hand, dapped me up and snapped softly afterwards. i chuckled. i didn't know people did that in boston, too.

"hi, i'm chris." he smiled softly.

"i gotta finish cleaning up a few things here, if you and y/n wanna head to the car? we're giving her a ride home." matt mumbled as he was getting the trash together. i offered to help, but this guy insisted on doing closing duties for the night.

"oh okay sick, sure. come on, y/n." chris stated and began walking towards the car, pulling his hoodie over his head. i followed closely behind him. it was sort of awkward at first, but i heard his music again and smiled softly. i tapped his shoulder, indicating i wanted to tell him something.

"poppin by yeat?" i asked, and he blinked a few times, fully putting his earbuds away and into his pocket. "damn, you listen to year?" he smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

i chuckled and shrugged. "i dabble. i listen to whatever sounds cool." chris smiled. "good taste." i nodded as we approached what i assumed was their car. a kia sedona. simple, but perfect for them, i thought.

chris leaned against the side of the car, and after some thought, i leaned against the car beside him. "the stars are really nice here in boston, much easier to see than in los angeles." i chuckled. chris looked at me as he hadn't heard the rundown yet. "you're from los angeles?" he questioned, and i nodded softly. "that's sick." he stated and turned back to the sky. "me and my brothers have always wanted to go." he smiled softly to himself.

i chuckled and nodded, having heard a few times but decided to keep my mouth shut. "it's nice, but i guess because i'm used to it, it really isn't that exciting." i hummed. he seemed to understand what i was saying.

we sat in silence for a few moments before he turned to me. "why'd you move?" he asked, and i scoffed. "i um.. my mom got a new job. just like in the movies." i mumbled with a soft laugh, and chris smiled at me. "you graduate?" he asked, and i nodded. "yeah, left a week and a half afterwards." i mumbled. he frowned. "i'm sorry to hear," he replied, and i smiled at him. "don't be. i appreciate it though." he smiled softly. "yeah, no problem."

we sat in silence before he turned to me and popped open his airpods case, motioning it towards me. "airpod?" he asked, and i smiled and carefully took one, placing it in my ear. i checked them beforehand.

he put on music and we sat in silence and listened to his playlist. without a doubt, we had the same taste in music.

"y/n!!! how was your first day!!" nick shouted from the distance as he ran towards their car, making me smile brightly.

the car ride was peaceful, i sat beside nick in the backseat while matt drove and chris accompanied him in the passenger seat. chris and matt argued for about five minutes before we left about who would have the aux, and i smiled when chris got the aux and put on a song i was fairly familiar with.

"and then a left here," i stated, humming softly to the music. i saw matt shoot chris a glance, resulting in chris smacking matt's arm.

"aaand it's here," i smiled and sat up, waiting for matt to come to a stop before undoing my seatbelt. "i really appreciate you guys for today, thank you for helping me today and making me feel at home." i smiled gently. "i'll see you guys tomorrow?" i mumbled, and matt shook his head. "nick and i are off tomorrow, but chris will be there." he mumbled, and chris gave me a big thumbs up. i smiled softly and nodded, waving and jogging to my door.

considering the store closed at midnight, it was about 12:45 by the time i got in my room and sighed. my parents were asleep. i looked around and hummed to myself.

i'll unpack tomorrow morning, i thought.

i changed and laid in bed in my pajamas, staring at my ceiling. i really did have a great day, but chris and the way he just seemed to understand me really struck me. i looked at my hands and sighed softly.

no way i have lived here for two days and already find a guy cute.

i let out a deep, hefty sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. i'll see where it goes, i thought.

and with that, i slowly fell asleep, looking forward to working with chris tomorrow.

HELLO PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT U GUYS THING i feel like i rambled so bad in this??? this is my first thing i've written in a long time and it's very much like..... a pilot? it really goes through the reader meeting the triplets and going through the first day - i APROMISEDJGKSAJDFG it gets more interesting UGHHH ok happy 5am goodnight <333 sincerely, apollo <33

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris x reader

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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Chapter 15: This Is Just The Beginning

Season One | Season Two | Season Three

[Raining Hellfire Season Three]

Word Count: 3548 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, voices, confessions/ love triangle? idk, sad goodbyes

[A/N: I was going to make this so angsty but I chose sweetness instead. This is the last chapter for RH3 and I'm emotional omg, this has been a rollercoaster]

This Is Just The Beginning

The pain didn’t go away in three months.

Day in and day out, you had to hear the gossip of the ‘mall fire’ from people who had no idea what really happened. Everyone that died had suddenly become victims of an ��accident’ instead of the deadly creature you all fought. Instead of the Russians you had stumbled across working to bring about an Armageddon.

It was national news that the Starcourt Mall had burned down. Hopper was decorated as a hero, at least, something he most definitely deserved. It even made El feel a little better to hear that.

Jack was never mentioned.

And you had to spend every day in a house that no longer felt like home.

“Hey, where do you want this to go?”

You turn your head away from the box you were packing, glancing at the Walkman in Nancy’s hands. You give a small smile.

“In the box labelled ‘Madmax’.” You gesture to the cardboard that held all your tapes, plus some money you had saved up 3 years ago.

Nancy flashes a smile as she nods, delicately placing it amongst the other items before walking over to you, sitting cross-legged on the carpet beside you.

“Are you sure you really wanna do this?” She asks, searching your eyes.

You sigh, placing a photo frame of you and Jack into the box in front of you.

“I need to.” You respond quietly and she slowly nods her head, smiling down at the picture of you, her and Barb.

After graduation, you had received an important letter from a college you never thought you’d get into. You had ignored it at first, knowing that Hawkins was your home. Everyone you loved was here. You didn’t want to just move.

But now that was exactly what you were doing. The reasons you had to stay had suddenly become the reasons for you to go.

“You will be their end”

Leaving Hawkins was the only play you had left to ensure your friends were safe.

“So, when are the others giving their grand goodbyes?” Nancy chuckles, sealing up a box and adding it to the pile by the front door.

You clear your throat, never meeting her eyes. “Uh… you know. Later.”

When she doesn’t respond, you whip your head up to see her wide-eyed stare, movements paused as she looks to you with an exasperated expression.

“You didn’t tell them.” Nancy concludes, shaking her head wildly when you tighten your lips. “Y/n! This is important, you need to-”

“No.” You set down another box, wiping down your jeans. “No, I can’t. Goodbyes only make things harder.”

Nancy opens her mouth before closing it again, sighing. “They’re not gonna be happy when they find you gone.”

She was right. Leaving without saying goodbye was going to cause an outrage. Nancy was the only one that found out you were moving away. She had come to check on you and found you sorting clothes. You didn’t have the heart to lie to her.

“Don’t worry, just pretend you weren’t helping me with all this and I think you’ll be safe from their wrath.” You laugh sadly, sealing up the very last box and standing back with a sigh.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Nancy moves to hug you tight, taking you by surprise. “You really don’t have to do this. We can figure it out. Maybe, maybe you can move in with us and-”

“Nance.” You say softly, hugging her back, and she slumps into you with defeat.

When you finally pull away, you look to eachother with matching tears, laughing.

“You’re gonna come back, right?” Nancy asks, nudging your shoulder. “We have so much to catch up on.”

“I’ll call you every week.” You promise. You didn’t want to answer her question. Not when you didn’t have an answer to it.

“You better.” She smiles, giving you another quick hug before running to grab her bag. “I need to help the Byers move- oh my god.”

Nancy suddenly stops, slumping her shoulders. You raise a worried eyebrow and she sighs.

“Why is everyone moving?” She complains. “And why not me?”

You laugh at her comment, walking her to the front door. “Just another year, Nance.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t remind me.” She bites her bottom lip, stopping just as she reaches for the door knob. “Could I get one last piece of advice?”

“Yeah, of course.” You blink.

“Jonathan… we’ve talked it through. With him moving out to California, we-” She takes a breath, straightening herself. “We decided to break up.”

“Nance-” You try but she shakes her head.

“No, it’s okay. It’s for the best.” Nancy slowly nods and you raise an eyebrow.

“Is it?”

She sighs relief, “That’s what I’ve been thinking! What if- what if we just tried long distance or... I don’t know. I guess that’s what I need your advice on.”

“I can’t tell you what to do.” You shrug, tilting your head. “But if I’ve learnt anything… don’t give up on something if you truly feel like it should last forever.”

She chuckles, smiling at you. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

One last hug and she opens the door, stepping outside. You give her a final wave before shutting the door and staring down at the boxes, breathing out.

You look down at the ridiculous bobble-head poking out of an unsealed box of trinkets and you laugh to yourself. A last minute graduation present from Steve when you were driving to the drive-in cinema. He had ran into a convenience store and picked out the most ridiculous thing he could find.

Your smile turns to a sad frown. Steve was going to hate you when he found out you had left without a warning.

Suddenly, rapid loud knocks echoed from the front door, startling you. You frown at the noise, walking over. Did Nancy leave something?

You slowly open the door, leaving enough space for you to poke your head out and you paused when your eyes met his chocolate brown eyes.

“Eddie?” You stare and he just stops, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to think of something to say.

“Hi.” He finally decided, a frown never leaving his face.

“Hey... What- what are you doing here?” You shake your head, widening the door a little more so you could stand just in the gap, blocking the view behind you.

“I know you’re leaving.” He blurts and you froze.

“No. No, I’m-” You shake your head. But it wasn’t fooling him. He must have ran into Nancy on her way out. Lord knows she has been the biggest Y/n-Eddie shipper since you ran into him in the hallway.

He placed a hand on the door and pushed gently. You allowed him to swing the door further open, revealing the cardboard boxes stacked up behind you.

“Okay. I can see how that might make you think I was leaving.” You nod, pursing your lips.

“Why?”

It was a simple question, one you could easily answer if it wasn’t for the fact that you couldn’t him the truth.

“I…” You started, taking a breath and stepping to the side to allow Eddie to walk inside. “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Eddie looks at you sadly, nodding. “I, uh… I heard. About your uncle. Wayne told me a while ago and I was gonna come see you but-”

He leans against the wall, resting his head against it as he stared at the ceiling. “I guess I just didn’t know if you’d want me to.”

“I’ll always want you to be here.” You admit quietly and he turns his head to meet you, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smile back before glancing back at the boxes by your feet. “But I need to do this, Eds.”

He suddenly springs from the wall, eyes creasing with worry as he scooped your hands into his.

“Don’t.” He pleads. “I know- I know how everything ended last year but I- I hate the idea of you not being here. With me. Just… just stay.”

“It ended for a reason.” You say softly, squeezing his hands before dropping them, picking up a box and walking it out of the door and to your car.

Eddie follows you the whole way, muttering under his breath as you open the trunk and dump the box in.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, I know.” He runs to block your path back into the house, holding his hands up in surrender. “I know we ended it and I have to be completely honest with you. That was the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

Your heart drops at the same time as it flutters. “Eddie-”

“I was dealing drugs.”

Your eyes widen. He stares at you, tightening his lips.

“Um.” You shake your head, frowning. “That… I did not see that coming.”

Eddie slowly nods, clicking his tongue. “That girl, the one in my trailer that night? She was just buying from me. We weren’t- nothing ever happened. She bought what she wanted and then she left. I didn’t tell you because-”

“It’s not a girl’s biggest dream to hear their boyfriend is a drug dealer.” You finished with a sad laugh and he nodded his head.

“I should have told you.” He lowers his head, fiddling with the blue ring on his hand. “I shouldn’t have ran away.”

“I-” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “I still can’t tell you the truth.”

Eddie brings his eyes up to meet yours, frowning. “I didn’t ask you to.”

You smile before taking a step around him. “And I can’t stay here.”

“Why-”

“You know why!” A small sob leaves your lips and you notice the strange look from a neighbour. You walk back inside the house and try to lift another box. Eddie quietly takes it out of your arms and lifts it for you, despite the fact he was trying to convince you to stay.

“I can’t stay in a house that’s empty.” A tear leaves your eye and trickles down your cheek as you shake your head. “And I can’t stay in a town that only holds memories of all the people I’ve hurt.”

Eddie shifts the box in his arms, “You’re really set on leaving, aren’t you?”

You nod. “I made up my mind.”

“You were always so stubborn.” He chuckles. He stares down at the boxes, closing his eyes. “Well, it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me if I made you pack all these up by yourself.”

You laugh through your tears, picking up another box and heading outside with him. Several trips were made from the house to the car until the vehicle was filled to the brim. With a heavy heart, you realised you were all set.

“You did it.” Eddie smiles at you and you send him a confused look. “You’re finally making it out of Hawkins.”

“Yeah…” You frown at your car. Even with every detail planned out since the Starcourt battle, it still felt too sudden. You shake away the nerves, smiling up at him. “What about you? What are you doing with new-found freedom?”

It was meant to be a light-hearted question until you saw the shift in his eyes, the way his body tensed.

“I, uh…” He puffed out a breath, wincing. “I’m stuck here for a while longer.”

You’re about to ask why when realisation struck your mind. He didn’t graduate.

“Ed-”

“No, no. It’s cool.” He laughs oddly, brushing imaginary dirt off the hood of your car, “It gives me another year with the Hellfire Club, you know? And another year to make my own so, it’s not all bad.”

“You are the best Dungeon Master I know.” You declare and he genuinely grins at your statement.

“You don’t know any other ones.”

“Why bother when you’ve given me impossible standards?”

You both laugh, instinctively stepping closer to eachother. When you look up at him, your heart yearns for more. Eddie Munson. Your first love. The one that got away. The one you were about to leave behind.

“Hawkins is losing its hero.” Eddie says, offering half a smile as he reaches up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’ll be just fine without me.” You reply, leaning up and softly kissing his cheek. “You’ll be more than fine without me.”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he catches your lips with his and your heart reacted before your brain, pulling him closer. His hands slid up to cup your cheeks as you clung to his jacket. Memories flooded your thoughts with every happy moment you had spent with him, every piece of joy that made staying in Hawkins worth it.

Eddie reluctantly pulls away and you both just breathe for a moment before a shaky laugh leaves your lips.

“That was one hell of a goodbye, Munson.” You comment and he chuckles, smiling dimples at you.

“I’m hoping it was a ‘see you later’.” He steps away, straightening his jacket. “I… I should let you get going.”

“Yeah.” You nod, biting your lip, still a little flushed from the kiss. “I think I’m gonna make a stop first.”

As if he read your mind, he nods with a knowing smile, turning away. You watch as he walks down the driveway until you suddenly remember something.

“Eddie, wait!” You call out. He stops, turning back around as you lean into your car through the open window, rifling through your glove box to find what you needed.

When your fingers brush over the paper, you grab it and run to him, holding it out.

“What-” He starts with a confused laugh.

“It’s a gift.” You blurt, shaking your head when he just stares, “It- I bought it ages ago. Well, kind of. I made it cause I couldn’t find exactly what I wanted but it’s been sitting in my glove box for months and I’d regret it if I didn’t give it to you when I had the chance.”

Eddie slowly nods, a smile creeping onto his lips after your ramble as he peels away the paper. He laces the chain in his fingers, pulling it up to reveal a red guitar pick. His eyes widen.

“It’s not the same one you gave me.” You quickly say, reaching into your jumper and pulling out the necklace to prove yourself. “I just- You gave me your best guitar pick and I felt bad that you were having to use that old one that you always claimed was ‘just fine’ but I know you really wanted one to match your baby so I found one and made you a necklace. Like mine.”

His smile grew brighter and he pulls you into a hug, lifting you as you giggle.

“Thank you.” He finally puts you down, closing his hand around the pick tightly, like it would suddenly vanish if he wasn’t too careful.

“I should go now.” You reluctantly nod and he smiles.

“I’ll see you around, Queen of the Demogorgons.”

You laugh. “Later, King of the Freaks.”

Eddie’s laugh never left your mind as he disappeared down the street, the creases in his smile still replaying across your eyes.

You glance at your car with a sigh. One last stop before you left Hawkins forever.

“Y/n!” Dustin yells as you walk into the Byers old home, amused at the sight before you.

Lucas and Max were sat in the corner and singing ‘A Never Ending Story’, mocking Dustin and Suzie’s previous impromptu performance months before.

“Hey, guys. That’s not cool.” You say as the duo laugh with eachother.

“Thank you!” Dustin exclaims, sighing.

“Dustin, can I ask you something?” You look innocent, crossing your arms as Max raises her eyebrows behind you, a grin lifting onto her face.

“Yeah, sure.” The boy replies, looking confused when a giggle escapes your mouth.

“Where can I find... the answer to a never-ending story?” You finally blurt and his face drops to a scowl.

“WRITTEN ON THE PAGES IS THE ANSWER TO A NEVER-ENDING STORY!” Lucas and Max practically scream the lyrics and Dustin’s lips curve into a smile before laughs starts to erupt from his mouth.

“I hate you all.” He chuckles as he grabs the box in front of him and walks out of the house to the moving van out front.

“Hey, Y/n.” Lucas stands with Max, shifting the box’s weight in his arms. “We’re all going to annoy Steve and Robin at their new job after this, you wanna come?”

You smile at his request, “Uh, I kind of have something to do but tell them ‘hi’ from me?”

“Roger that.” He says, moving past you.

Max starts to follow him out until you hold an arm out to her. She frowns, letting Lucas leave before looking back at you.

“What’s up?” She asks, tilting her head.

You take a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“I dropped a box off to Susan before I came here.” You start and she shakes her head, smiling.

“Okay? What’s that got to do with anything?”

You swallow your guilt. “It’s a box of things I want you to have.”

Max’s smile falters when she recognises that look on your face, eyes already misting over.

“You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

“I got into college.” You nod, fiddling with the piece of paper in your hands. “I wasn’t going to go but… Jack and…”

“And Billy.” She says, understanding as she looks up at you with blue eyes. “I get it.”

“I don’t wanna leave you here.” You say, tears falling. “I just got you back and I hate knowing that I’m just leaving you alone after everything that happened.”

“I’ll be okay.” She sniffles, finally pulling you into a hug. “We’ll be okay.”

When you pull apart, you hand her the paper, watching as she unfolds it to reveal a number and an address.

“It’s the number for my new place. And an address. I figured if calling was going to be tricky, we could always write eachother letters.” You admit and she smiles, nodding.

“I’d love that.” She sobs, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Madmax.” You laugh, wiping away the tears, “I need to get going if I want to make it in time but… tell everyone I love them?”

Max nods, pocketing the paper. “I will.”

You both walk to your car, hugging eachother for the last time before you slid into your car, starting the engine.

“Don’t give up.” She suddenly says before you can drive away. You look confused and she laughs. “I don’t know. It’s what you told me in California and I figured you needed to hear it.”

You smile to yourself before looking back up at her. “As long as you give them hell.”

She grins as you finally pull away, moving back onto the road and watching as your sister waved you goodbye.

You passed the crowd of your friends as they said goodbye to the Byers and El. You had managed to sneak in a goodbye the previous day, saying you had an urgent matter to attend to. It broke your heart to lie to them all. But goodbyes would only make your decision so much harder. You knew that if they all begged you to stay, you would.

As you drove along the road in silence, your grip on the wheel tightened, breathing heavy. You were leaving.

Goosebumps marked your skin and you took a breath. You figured as much would happen when it in finally figured out your plan.

“We’re not finished yet, Y/n”

The deep voice echoed in your mind as you pressed your foot further into the pedal, accelerating faster as you spotted the Hawkins sign in the distance.

Suddenly, your head started to pound and you try and shake it off, gritting your teeth.

‘Leaving Hawkins, come again soon.’ The sign read as you drove toward it, practically seconds away from leaving the town.

“THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING”

The voice yelled and you slammed your foot down, speeding towards the sign now, eyes dead set on the imaginary finish line. As you got closer, the voices swarming your head began to get both quieter and more persistent, like it was their last attempt at breaching your mind.

“You’ve already-”

You pass the sign and the voices are suddenly cut off. You release the pedal slightly, slowing down to a smoother pace as you breathed relief. That proves that theory.

You switch on the radio as the wave of realisation hits you. Hawkins was behind you and you were heading to your new future. One where you wouldn’t hurt the people you loved.

Someday, love with find you

Break those chains that bind you

The words blared out at you as struggled to keep the tears at bay, guilt bubbling inside of you. You had left them all behind without even telling them the truth. You needed to do this if you wanted them safe. You prayed that leaving would stop whatever force was trying to get rid of you, using those closest to you to do its dirty work. You begged that it would save them, let them live their lives without fear.

You hoped that this truly was the end.

You feel something wet on your top lip and you remove one hand from the steering wheel, using your sleeve to wipe at it. When you glance back down at your hand, you see that your soft yellow jumper was now stained red.

Another side effect of the monsters in your mind.

Raining Hellfire: Season Four ->

Raining Hellfire: Season Four, coming soon...

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sorry just had to make sure everyone read this haha. i am so so grateful that so many of you love and support this story, especially since i wasn't sure i'd make it this far. since your input means the world to me, i really want to know how you guys think RH4 should go.

basically, we all know what happens to eddie in season four. it's sad and rips my heart out every time. my intentions with this fic were to make it as true to the original storyline as possible but, if people want it, i can make a few changes to the ST4 ending.

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resident-gay-bitch · 5 months

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Whoopsie, Did I Turn You On?

minors dni - steve x gn!reader, public humiiation, dom + submissive roles, sub steve, sadist reader, masochist steve, sexual themes, clumsy steve, mean reader

lmao idk what this is - it's a snippet from my unfinished kinktober list, so here, have it in november instead lol. enjoy? this is so random istg and i wote it at an ungodly hour but we live laugh love. i figured someone out there will get a kick or two out of this. enjoy!! :))

You can’t help it. It’s not like it’s your fault anyway, it’s all Steve’s. He just looks so cute today, strutting around in that too small polo and those snug jeans of his. His hair sits impossibly perfect and you often find yourself wondering how you managed to get yourself such a pretty little plaything.

Not only does he look perfectly fuckable, having put on mascara again, and raspberry lip balm like he knows you like; he’s also a bit of a klutz today.

This morning he dropped all his coins, with you standing over his shoulder, when trying to give some money to a busker. He tripped on the curb when running across the street to show you the flower shaped tart he got at the market. He kept missing the straw when trying to take a sip of his iced tea because he was too busy looking at you. And just then he almost stepped off the curb and in front of a cyclist whilst walking down the street because he was telling you all about his night with Robin yesterday, and trying to keep your attention.

It’s fun making him stir. He always has your attention, you just like making him fight for it.

He’s so obsessed with you it’s crazy, so desperate to please, and maybe if you were a good person you’d assure him that you love him, and stroke his hair and kiss the tip of his nose.

But you’re not, not really. You’re mean, you like to play. And when Steve gets clumsy like this, fighting for your gaze to be on him and nothing else, you get horny.

He flushes bright red every time he messes up. Passersby think he’s just embarrassed that he tripped or dropped something, but you know it’s because it turns him on. He likes being humiliated by you, giving you all the power. He likes when you make him feel more embarrassed than he needs to be.

“Stevie!” You called, sitting down at a table under the pateo of a nice cafe. Steve had popped inside to place your orders whilst you nabbed a table. “Over here!” You waved at him.

He came rushing over with a bright smile, leaning down to kiss your cheek before walking around to his side of the table. Only, he tripped halfway there, when you stuck your foot out in his path.

He stumbled forward and gripped onto the table before falling flat on his ass, all the patrons of the cafe and people walking past on the street turned their heads to watch him embarrass himself.

He looked up at you, red from the tips of his ears all the way down past the collar of his adorably tight shirt, his eyes a little glassy.

You pouted down at him, mock sympathy, already noticing the growing bulge in his jeans, “Awh, poor baby… Did you trip?”

Steve swallowed and looked around, rubbing his elbow where he bumped it, “Yeah.”

“How did that happen?” You asked with a filthy smirk, “You’re such a klutz today, got all your wires crossed.”

He nodded his head, looking to the ground sheepish, his hands subtly moving to cover his erection from people still staring.

“Come on, up you hop.” You smiled, reaching your hand out to aid him. “You look silly down on the ground like that, Stevie. It’s almost like you enjoy being humiliated.”

You noticed Steve burn up red as he scrambled to his feet and sat himself down across from you. He looked so embarrassed, and so fucking turned on. You can’t wait to ruin him later.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, straightening his clothes out.

“Don’t apologise, pretty boy.” You smiled, leaning over the table to whisper, “You look so cute all ruffled up and confused like that. Almost as gone as when I suck your pretty cock.”

Steve choked on his sharp inhale of air and broke out into a coughing fit, right as the waiters brought out your coffees. You grinned at him, having a proud little laugh to yourself before thanking the waiter and watching them be on their way.

Steve didn’t like that you looked at them, or talked to them. He wants your attention again, and you’re not going to give it to him right away.

It’s only when he took a sip of his coffee and almost burnt his tongue on it, did you look at him again.

“Such a dumb little whore, hmm?” You muttered, shaking your head as you sipped your coffee, “Always so desperate for my attention.”

Steve gnawed at his lip and wiggled around in his seat, one hand down in his lap. You chuckled to yourself, watching him writhe. You’re sure he’s probably leaking from the pretty tip of his cock right now, staining his boxers and maybe even his jeans. You’d like to take him into your mouth right now and listen to him whimper and moan all pretty for you, tear him apart in the way he loves, only to be put back together and held by you after.

But that’s to come later, no matter how badly you want it now; making him writhe like this all day is just so rewarding.

After your coffees were finished and you and Steve had chatted for a while about the mundane things you often like to talk about with your boyfriend, you both made you way down the street again. He was desperate to hold your hand, leaning into you ear and practically begging for it.

You let him, after he tripped over a lose brick and bumped into a random person, managing to stay upright. It still embarrassed him though, and that person said some rather rude words in response.

He was smiling, humming happily as the pair of you walked along, hand in hand, when you decided to have a little bit of fun. Embarrass him one more time before letting him get what he so desperately wants, which is his weepy cock in your throat, and to touch you in whichever way you’ll let him.

“Stevie.” You muttered, tugging on his hand, “You look so cute today, let me get a photo of you? How about you go stand by that tree?”

“Okay.” Steve smiled and kissed your cheek again, he loves when you take his photo. You always make it your lock screen right after, every time you take a new one, even the filthy pictures.

He rushed over to the tree you had pointed too and you took out your phone to snap a few pictures as he posed. You managed to get a few good ones before the sprinkler behind him soaked him in water, just as you had planned.

Steve stood there as the water dripped down him, soaking and flattening his hair. People stopped to stare and laugh in the park, a person or two even snapped a photo.

You laughed, you’d caught the whole thing on video, and posted it to your close friends story, tagging Steve.

He rushed back over to you, drenched in water, cheeks red again.

“Steve, you’re so stupid.” You said, “What were you thinking, standing under that tree, right where the sprinkler is?”

“I- I don’t know.” He muttered, his hands in front of his crotch as he bounced from foot to foot, chewing at his lip again. His eyes kept darting around and everyone looking. “I’m stupid- I’m so stupid today.”

“Yes, you are.” You grinned, giving him a good once over and biting your lip. “My stupid boy, hmm? You must feel so humiliated.”

Steve nodded his head.

“We better get you home, before you do anything else dumb.” You said, turning to head back home.

Steve chased behind you, his shoes squelching with each step. “Can I please hold your hand?”

You laughed, pulling your hand away from him as you shook your head, “You’re soaked, baby. I’m not touching you, that’s your own fault for being so dumb, Stevie.”

“Right… I’m sorry.” He swallowed, looking at you with big eyes and a pout. The epitome of a kicked puppy expression.

“Guess we better get you all cleaned up in the shower at home.” You sighed, pretending like this was a chore you had no interest in doing. “And since you’re so dumb and clearly can’t do anything yourself, I better be there to help you.”

Steve swallowed, his eyes lighting up and pupils dilating as he tugged at the crotch of his pants, “You’ll shower with me?”

You looked at him and grinned, “Only if you be a good boy and stay on your knees for me, I don’t trust you not to slip and fall, dumb whore.”

Steve actually moaned, and you had to slap a hand over his mouth so no one else could hear walking by. Sure, you liked watching Steve humiliate himself in public, but those pretty, sinful sounds were reserved for you, and you only.

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gaywalker80085 · 2 years

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Flat pt 2

Natasha romanoff x reader

genre: fluff idk

warnings: suggestive themes

A/N: Not proofread. Requests are more open than your moms legs please send me some besides a part 3 to this I have no more content ideas. I don't think this part was as good as the first.

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"You don't have to take her you know, I can find someone else." Natasha says flipping the pancakes. Though she says this she hopes you insist so she can see more of you. "I want to take her I can pick her up too."

"Don't you have a job you need to get to during the day?" She asks looking at you quizzically. "I'm at the top of my job so if I want to only work a couple of hours then I'm only working a couple of hours. I'll just go when shes in school."

Natasha just stares at you for a second contemplating. "Where do you work." You try not to show the shock on your face especially since you should've seen this question coming. "Wealth Management type deal. People owe money I make sure it's paid"

She gives a thoughtful hum plating y'alls food and your phone goes off. "Speak of the devil. I'll be right back." You answer your phone as you're making your way outside. "Is it an emergency I told you not to call." You hear Bucky on the other end "We have him but his people are coming soon."

Oh My God "Why do you decide to do your job right when I'm doing something I actually want to. When I was at that boring ass party the other day you had nothing." "I'm sorry boss we can try to keep him on the move." You let out a sigh "No its fine I'll be there in 30."

You go back in with a apologetic smile. "You have to go." Natasha states with a straight face. "Yeah but I can come back after it'll take 3 hours max." Natasha seems like she likes your answer but still keeps a straight face. "Okay you can bring clothes if you want and just sleep here while you're taking her to school." "Sounds like a plan." You give her a kiss on her forehead and leave.

Natasha was left feeling uneasy because she could tell you weren't telling her something but she didn't think she was in the place to push it yet. You came back almost exactly 3 hours later with clothes a slushy and chocolates. When you knocked on the door it opened no more than 5 seconds later.

You gave Natasha the best smile you could muster still slightly panting from the rush to her house and from fear she'd be upset with you for leaving so abruptly. To your surprise when she saw you she immediately started beaming and that relieved most of your worries.

"Whats that?" She questioned pointing to the slushy and chocolates. "I got you chocolate and Alana a slushy to make my amends for having to leave." You say with faux seriousness. She raises her eyebrows amused and hums. "Come in then you're going to let bugs in."

You step inside and take your shoes off. Alana comes running and you hand her the slushy. She squeals in excitement hugging your leg and running to the kitchen to drink it. You can't help but smile at her. She looks just like a tiny version of Natasha the red hair, the green eyes and you can tell she has the fierceness too.

Natasha is standing next to you and she uses her finger to turn your face towards her. She goes on her tip toes a little bit to brush her lips across yours and you stop breathing, and functioning all together. "Thank you baby." She says in a low tone and you whisper. "You're welcome."

She pulls back and gives you a pat on your cheek along with a knowing smirk turning to walk to the kitchen. She knows the effect she has on you and she likes it. "You're too easy to distract." She says as she holds the chocolates and your wallet in her hand. "WHA-"

You jog to catch up with her and take your wallet out of her hand. "I let you do that." "I'll let you think that." She says still walking. When you get in the kitchen you see Alana has already downed most of the slushy and you know what's about to happen.

She all of a sudden stops drinking and looks and Natasha and then you. "Brainfreeze." She states and then scrunches her eyes shut. You walk till your across the counter from her and reach to tap her arm. "Rub your tongue on the roof of your mouth."

You can see the underside of her jaw moving so you know she listened. After a few seconds pass she opens her eyes with a gasp. "It worked!" You smile victoriously and give her a high-five. You turn to see Natasha and she has a soft smile on her face.

You all spend the rest of the night watching TV and playing games. Yall we're playing trouble you and Alana vs Natasha because she wanted to be on your team. Alana had been leaning on you for a while until she eventually just fully sitting on your lap head in the crook of your neck knocked out.

Natasha was sitting there enjoying the scene until she realized you were stiff as a board. You like kids you really do but you are honestly terrified of making her uncomfortable and/or waking her up. Natasha let out a giggle before scooping her up.

"She's a deep sleeper you could've held her upside down by the ankles and she would've kept on sleeping." You smile at that and follow her up the stairs. After she puts Alana to bed she quietly closes the door and turns to you. She grabs your chin between her pointer finger and her thumb pulling you down and giving you a gentle peck.

She smiles and grabs your hand pulling you to her bedroom. "I'm going to shower." She says as she walks to the bathroom taking her shirt off. You watched mouth agape not knowing what to do with yourself. She turned into the door but didn't close it and a few seconds later while she was pulling her pants down she peeked her head out. "Are you coming?" You smiled quickly nodding your head and rushing to follow her.

As you got into the bathroom you only caught a glimpse of her pulling her leg into the shower. You quickly started yanking your clothes off and got in with her. Her back was to you and you couldn't help but take a look at her backside. You took a few small steps towards her and grabbed her waist.

You pulled her against you and started placing kisses at the base of her neck. She craned her neck to the side to give you more access. You found one of the spots you had noticed was particularly sensitive last night and nipped at it soothing it with your tongue.

At that she started pushing back into you and grabbed your hands bringing them up to her breasts. You started gently massaging them switching to kiss along the other side of her neck. After a few minutes she needed more. She turned around in your hold to start kissing up your neck and across your jaw.

You turned your head to meet your lips with hers and put your hands under her thighs and pulled her up to wrap her legs around you.

After you had your steamy shower (pun intended) and did your nighttime routines you layed down with Natashas head on your chest. She turned her head to face you and started drawing shapes at the top of your chest concentrating on her finger. "Where'd you go earlier." The question caught you off guard and you looked down at her. "I went to work I told you that." You said softly as you began raking your fingers through her hair and looked back at the ceiling.

Her fingers stopped and started tapping and you looked back down at her. You could tell she was contemplating saying something else. You put your finger under her chin and brought her lips to yours. "What is it sweetheart?" You asked her trying to look into her eyes but she was looking away. She kept looking around silently until she let out a huff and muttered "Yeah but where did you go?"

You realize she means location and you don't know how to explain it without potentially scaring her away. You don't want her to think your line of work could put her or Alana into harms way. You wouldn't risk starting to get close with them if that was a possibility.

"I went to a storage facility because someone there owed me money." You stated. "Did they pay you the money?" She asked glancing up into your eyes before looking back at her fingers. "Yeah the money plus a late fee." You told her moving your hand to rub her cheek with your thumb.

You weren't lying there was someone who owed you money at that facility and you did get the money plus some from them. You just left out the part where they were in one of the units and you beat them into giving it to you. She let it go and gave you a kiss before turning over to go to sleep.

You woke up to Natasha combing her fingers through your hair, calling your name. "Y/N it's time to get up." You groaned rolling onto your stomach shoving your face into the pillow. She laughed at you and pulled your shoulder so you rolled onto your back. You held the pillow so it stayed on your face and she straddled your hips.

She reached down and slowly took the pillow down and you squinted wanting to look at her but not wanting the light to hurt your eyes. She smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you. She started rolling her hips against yours and you moved your hands to grip her waist. The kiss started to get heated but she pulled away and promptly made her way out of the room.

"Breakfast is ready sleepy head time to get up." She yelled to you from the hall. "Ugh okay okay I'm up." You groaned. You got dressed and made your way to the kitchen to see her and Alana laughing. She gives Alana a kiss on the head and walks up to you. "Okay I have to go she's ready and I texted you the address. Doors open at 8:30 she likes to be there at 8:25 and she gets let out at 3:30 you have to wait for her at the front doors of the school." She tells you

You say "Okay." Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and she smiles before giving you a quick kiss and leaving. You look at Alana who has just finished her breakfast and she walks to the sink trying to put her dishes in but she can't reach. You walk over, place them in the sink and rinse them out. Out of the blue you hear her ask "Is Mommy your girlfriend?" You snap your head towards her with widened eyes. "Uh I don't know maybe you should ask her when she gets home from work." She squinted her eyes at you and goes to watch TV.

You look at the time and it's 7:43 you look up the address and it's 16 minutes away. You eat your breakfast and get ready. You grab the carseat Natasha left by the front door and put it in your car. After grabbing Alana and making sure she had everything you take her to school.

You drop her off without a hitch and decide to go and actually get some work done. You go to your warehouse and decide on getting your finances in order so that's what you decide to do. Around 2:45 you decide to check how long it will take to get to Alanas school and it's 22 minutes. You're wrapping up some paper work when you glance at the clock.

3:14.

While it wouldn't be that bad for anything else to be 6 minutes late this is bad. You burst up from your chair grab your coat and keys and make a mad dash for your car. You start it before even getting buckled going 20 miles over the speed limit practically the whole way. You're just about to turn onto the road her school is on with 2 minutes to spare when you see red and blue lights.

You hope and pray this guy is on your payroll you can not be late to pick up the girl your datings daughter. He gets to the window and when he sticks his head down you could just punch him. "SAM, Go away I have to pick my friends daughter up from school!" You say at him annoyed. "Ooooh your friend. Is it your GiRlFrIeNd." He says laughing. "Fuck off." Is all you say before pulling away.

You get there as the bell rings and you run up to the front and try to act like you've been there the whole time. You see Alana come out and she looks a little anxious until she sees you and then had a small smile. "Hi Y/N." She says grabbing your hand. "Hey, how was school?" You ask "It was good, except this boy kept bothering me all class." She says shrugging. "Does he bother you a lot?" "Yeah pretty much everyday none of the teachers stop him because his dad is rich."

"Whats his name?" You ask her. "Tommy Maximoff." She says looking at you. "I'll have it taken care of." Is all you tell her. You know the Maximoffs more specifically Vision. All of his wealth comes from you and he gets on you're nerves but he's a good connection to have. You see his wife among the sea of children and parents. You stare at her until she looks towards you and when she does you send her a wink.

While you do like Natasha a lot you do have to admit that Visions wife wanda is hot. You might just have a thing for moms but that's besides the point. You've slept with Mrs.Maximoff a few times. Her husband's annoying and she's hot what other reason does there need to be.

You take Alana back to Natashas after stopping for ice cream. When you get inside you help Alana with her homework and then y'all chill on the couch until Natasha gets home.

"I'm back!" Is all you hear before Alana is off the couch and running to the front door. You get up and go to follow her. When you get there Natasha had Alana on her hip and they're talking about her day. You walk up and give Natasha a kiss on her cheek before grabbing her bags from work to take to her kitchen.

They come into the kitchen and you look over to see Alana whispering into Natashas ear and you see Natashas eyes go wide.

A/N: I feel like this was kind of dragged on but idk. I didn't really mean to make reader a mob boss sort of deal but I didn't want them to be a biker working a 9 to 5 and I wanted to keep it interesting. I'll probably make 1 more part and that will be it.

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medlilove-fandom-brainrot · 1 year

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The Coffee Shop of my AU dreams:

This post will be long. There’s nothing me or you can do about it. It is it’s own sentient being.

So, I had an idea for a Coffee Shop Steve x Tattooist Eddie Modern AU. Oh its all sugary sweet. Mostly.

The general bullet points are:

Steve and Robin work in a small cafe run in the same way they worked at Scoops. Just kinda left to it.

Eddie takes over the tiny Tattoo shop across the street after Wayne decides he’s tired of it and wants to retire. So Eddie moves from working for someone else in the city back to Hawkin’s and into their lives.

Steve and Robin are childhood friends who stayed in contact but really reconnected when he transferred to her highschool to play Basketball. He fit in effortlessly with her, and her friends Nancy and Jonathan. Argyle moved to town the year they graduated. Billy he knows through Max who he knows through the kids who he knows through Nancy, Jonathan and Hopper etc idk.

Oh yeah! This is a Deaf!Steve Fic because it was rotting my brain out. But this time no injuries, just been pretty deaf since birth. His parents suck but have money, and send him off to a private school for the deaf with hearing aids. With Robin’s gift for language they are pretty good signers. I think I’m going to make Hop good at singing too, because his adopted daughter El, well for one reason or another she’s not much of a talker.

Eddie often spots Steve smoking out the back door by the bins on his break. When it’s dead quiet he and Robin both sit out there, Robin doesn’t smoke but usually has a can of something fizzy and full of sugar instead.

The Young Ones all are Season One little. They go there after school to wait for working parents and older siblings, play board games, annoy Steve and Robin and hang out.

The Coffee Shop also stays open late and works as a sort of bar/art/music space for locals. Regularly renting the space out on the cheap for local community art shows, music, workshop etc. Argyle usually organizes these events, with Jonathan's help.

Corroded Coffin occasionally plays in the bar down the street, can occasionally be found practicing in the cafes open space at night, only if Steve or Robin are staying late.

Robin lives above the shop or she’s staying at her parents. Steve lives in a tiny studio around the corner and does NOT talk to his family. Eddie lives above his shop across the street and has a great relationship with Wayne.

So here’s the THING. I actually created and fully renderd the shop for free over on Homestyler, because that is just how my brain works...

Please do click below for ALOT more images and information.

And if the ‘KEEP READING’ thing doesn’t format correctly I do appologise for how long this may become.

Hope you can read my handwriting......

Homestyler can be a bit fiddly, and VERY contemporary. It also has somewhat limted design options, so you might have to use your imagination a little bit on that DnD table:

I may have edited the wall art in this room a bit heheh:

Don’t underestimate the value of a good washroom!

I don’t have The Sims, so this free shit is what I do for fun.

I know it’s a tiny space, but I love small! Small but has something for everyone. I get that this was a very personal project that not many other people will be interested in, but I had so much fun! Highly recommend trying out Homestyler.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #steddie au #coffee shop au #steve harrington #hoh steve harrington #deaf steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #st season 4 #Homestyler

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snailsgoingdowntown · 10 months

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Day 3 of writing for blade until he comes home.

Edit: Blade x fem! Reader

Idk what this is, I wrote it right before work.

Warnings: violent thoughts, story making no sense whatsoever.

Minors and blank blogs dni

Blog contains dark contant, dni if uncomfortable.

Your blind date was late.

A little cafe that's neither out in the open nor hidden away, your supposed meeting spot. The waitress already came by three times, saying how lovely you looked after the first thirty minutes passed and no-one showed up for the table meant for two. Choose between coffee and soda, between a slice of cake and a parfait, a little freebie implied promise once the first hour finally passed by.

It's been an hour and half, by now.

And your bodyguard - 'companion' was sitting by himself in a dark little corner, mask slipped down enough for him to enjoy his little drink while he's on his little phone, without even a little bit of care in the world. So invested in whatever fun games he may have, or even videos, or hell, texting whatever friends waiting for him back at home, where he can sleep in his little bed without worrying about another blind date being set up him, all because your brother doesn't trust your taste in men and -

"Here's your order, ma'am."

You're startled by the waitress, who once again is looking at you with pity in her eyes. You turn to look at her, a smile never really forming.

"Ah. Thank you."

When she leaves you notice a chocolate parfait on the table, an item you did not indeed order. So, that's the freebie. You should be grateful, you want to be, but all it does is remind you of your sad little situation, practically stranded on a planet with a man you don't particularly trust. Or know, for that matter, only used to his silence and no chit chat that could expand your view on him as a person, rather than exhaustipated sighs and dead fish eyes that watch your every move out of the corner of his eye. Only conversations that are less than five minutes are standard with him.

You wish you had your phone.

But your brother seemed to disagree with that, telling the man to hold it until after the date is over, regardless if it went well or not. If you needed anything, your companion over there could tell him.

"Must be nice having a phone," he's across from you, close enough to hear from his corner, but too far to reach out. Not that he would, you think. "Sure do wish I could use mine. Maybe even text my date and ask where he is."

No reply. Just silence as an answer, the fucking bastard holding his phone up a bit higher for you to see, as if to spite you. You're going to kick him one of these days if he's always going to be like that.

And yet, you still can't help but find comfort in the fact he's still there. Here with you, even if by force. Because it's him -

You pick up your fork and dig in.

You're going crazy.

You have enough money to pay for a five course meal, your brother providing the funds in case you wanted to purchase anything. Which you did, another dessert, another drink, sent the man's least favorite one for him to enjoy as a gift, the waitress looking on in confusion as his face twists into displeasure. If you have to suffer, than so will he, politeness be damned. He should have just given your phone to you by now.

Let you walk out of the cafe after the second hour, walk back into that train, go home, shower, kick your brother before crying yourself to sleep tonight. But no, instead the stupid idiot kept your phone, and due to whatever agreement and terms your brother and he made, didn't even speake a word to you for two entire hours.

Perhaps it was to avoid any misunderstandings your blind date may get, if he were to see the two of you conversing. Or maybe because he saw you as an annoying task rather than an annoying person, who could at least, make small talk to pass the time. Then again, he hates talking.

You're starting to think he acts this way just to avoid people all together, unless it was to fight off any 'threats', but even then, the only time you ever saw him in action was when your brother started a fist fight on sight one time.

You take another glance at him.

The shades cover his eyes, mask pulled up again, black beanie and coat making him look more suspicious than intended. His posture is straight, one leg crossed over the other, one hand in his lap while the other holds the phone. From this view, you quietly admit that he's handsome (not that you didn't think that already) and almost looks...

His phone rings.

You think he spares you a glance before getting up, heading outside to take the call. Doesn't whisper to you about who it is, not to cause any trouble, to stay put - just to confirm that you know where he's going. An unsaid order to go to him in case of an emergency and only an emergency.

Part of you hopes he secretly has a girlfriend who you could gossip to, explain how awful he is to be around. Ask if he's like that with her, or if he's still the same. What to do to ease the tension in the room, basically.

Assuming the hypothetical girlfriend wouldn't get jealous or is a bitch in general. It would suite him, though.

He's a little bitch for not giving you your phone -

"Um, are you (name)?"

It's a soft, boyish voice that calls out to you. You look up to your side, to see a shy looking man who looks to be around your age, glasses and causal wear on. He looks cute, with fluffy brown hair that just can't seem to sit still in any style. You smile.

"Depends on who's asking. May I ask who are you?"

He introduces himself, asks if he could take a seat all the while apologizing like his life depends on it. Of course, like the cilivized young woman of society you are, you accept his apology and even invite him to sit before he could even muster out another apology after the first thirteen. God, his lungs must be strong to say 'sorry' thirteen times in less than a minute.

And, of course, he does so, scooting his chair in. Of course, you suggest some meal options, what you already tried, what you think about said options. Your smile is natural, it's lovely with the waitress coming by to take his order. Her eyes still glance at you, still the same old pity in them, almost trying to convey that you should cut your losses and just run out right now and ditch him.

Little does she know, it's taking everything in you not to sucker punch him and get arrested for battery.

Sit straight, let your dress flow with your movements. Smile and look pretty, look at him like he's the only person in the room. Flutter your eyes, flirt a bit but not too much. Elementary stuff, as your brother would call it.

Elementary your ass, you're going to kick him.

You take a quick look behind him, your companion still outside apparently, if his empty seat were to say anything. Great. Fantastic, actually.

"Two hours is a little late, don't you think?" Your right leg stretches a bit, tip of your boot tapping his calf.

He stutters, another apology on his lips, but -

"I don't need apologies. I need an explanation."

"A-ah... There was a traffic jam on the way here. I know you're not from here, but traffic gets really bad here. I'm sorry for being late again." Bows his head, doesn't look up at you, and you think it's adorable, how he looks like a little baby deer. He would look even cuter with a black eye-

Your thoughts are getting too violent. Don't let the frustration win, you were warn about the traffic issue by your own brother. Which is exactly why you got here on this planet five hours early. Settling for a dingy hotel to avoid any attraction, the front desk looking confused as a man and woman who are traveling together ask for two separate rooms, getting confused as a couple by some, hearing him sigh every five minutes when something didn't go to plan, train ride suffocating AND awakard after the misunderstanding he had -

"It's fine, really. I'm just glade you came at all."

"Ah, I'll pay for your meal if you haven't already, plus anything else you may want." He's polite yet awkward, and you just nod your head, doing exactly as you were trained - told - to do. "Oh, that reminds me."

His mannerisms are completely different from your companion's. He's soft and shy, stuttering out nervous words. The other, on the other hand, is blunt and keeps his head high, rarely holds a proper conversation without ending it in a few words if not one. You hate how you're thinking of him instead of the man in front of you

He reaches into his pocket only to pull out two movie tickets.

Oh hell no.

"Your brother - I mean, I had an idea for later tonight so -"

Everything after that turns black.

By the time you got back to the hotel, your autopilot finally turned off. You don't remember much of the movie, just that it was a romance one, that all of your interactions with your date were awkward, that your companion somehow snuck into the movie theater without a ticket, and while you couldn't see him due to sitting two rolls ahead of him, you could still feel his stare.

Your date had dropped you off personally, another quick bow and apologies.

And now, you were in your hotel room, still "dressed up" as the man would put it, with said man leaning against the door frame, looking at you behind those shades. You're too tired to call him a creep.

"I texted your brother about the date." You hear his footsteps, looking at the ceiling. The cracks are more interesting than whatever he has to say.

He calls out your name once, twice, and then he's sighing, bending over a bit to block your view of the beautiful molding yellow of the ceiling. Gloved fingers removes his shades, reveling shades of gold and red. His hair falls over his face, and if he were to lean any lower, you could probably make out the pores on the upper part of his face, the slight wrinkles near his eyes despite his youthful appearance. How tired he looks. How empty his eyes are, dull yet shining with annoyance.

"Did you tell him he was late by two hours?"

"Yes. That's why he called."

Deep and smooth, his voice brings forth a comfort you find yourself wanting. It was routine, it was his, it was yours, it didn't involve any messed up dates, or unplanned events, it reminded you of home -

You think you really are going crazy. Because if you weren't, then you wouldn't be -

"Alright. If there's nothing else, I would like to sleep." This is the first time he's leaned over you, now that you think about it. First time he's truly looked at you instead of through you. First time he doesn't feel like a threat looming over you like a noose.

"Alright. Make sure to text your brother that you're back at the hotel. If you need anything just call."

He fixes himself, and you watch as he walks through the door, closing it with a warning to lock it before sleeping. You don't do as he says, far too tired to even turn the lights off. And through your hazy eye sight, you find yourself thinking about him again.

You must be crazy by now to be attracted to him.

#honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #hsr x reader #hsr blade x reader #honkaistarrail #blade honkai #blade x reader

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polaroidcats · 3 months

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Dear cat, how would Austrian marauders look like.... Assign everyone a hometown and tell a little about their life in Austria

ohhhhhh okay amazing question!! I'm also tagging @neongreenllama bc in one of our first convos they were talking about Remus listening to Falco and I said if Remus was from Austria he would be from Vorarlberg, so that's what I'm sticking with. He's from the most western part of Austria, grew up somewhere in a village in the alps and has the most iconic beautiful dialect (I may have.. a thing.. for that region's dialect... it's just so great! It sounds almost more like swiss dialects than austrian and I barely understand the people there when they talk to each other but ugh I could MELT when I hear them talk. I digress uhmmm this was about the marauders, right!)

Peter is either from Amsttetten or Klosterneuburg or St. Pölten i don't make the rules but yeah. That's just facts (I love that pretty much no one will know any of these places anyways ahahah).

Sirius and James are both from Vienna, or maybe James is from Vienna and Sirius is from Salzburg. But I think they're both from Vienna.

Okay WAIT I WANT TO ASSIGN THEM VIENNESE DISTRICTS. this post is so unhinged and self-indulgent but idc here we go marauders as viennese districts:

Peter is Liesing. Also part of Vienna but kind of sometimes forgotten bc it's the 23rd district. it's all the way in the south. idk

Lily is the 9th district idk why just vibes (Uni, hipster cafés, pretty old buildings, one of my faves!). or maybe she's 5th, cool up and coming (aka currently being gentrified), close to the hipster areas but a little more affordable than the surrounding districs.

Remus is 21st or 22nd district, the ones across the danube. Or maybe actually the other end, one of the western districts close to the viennese forest? he would like that!

Sirius is either from the 1st,13th or 19th district bc old money. When he gets to chose where he lives he'd first move to the 4th, 6th or 7th bc of the queer spaces, but eventually they are not green enough for him so he moves out west closer to the forest, maybe 16th or 17th or 18th.

James is from the same area as Sirius but new money, Sirius grows up in an old inherited villa in hietzing or döbling that's starting to fall apart, James grows up in a flashy newly built ultra modern home with a pool on the rooftop. Sirius's parents HATE James's house "ruining the neighborhood", Sirius thinks it's the coolest house on the whole street!!

Sleepover ask game!

#bat tag #ahahahaha sorry this is so unhinged and probably not very interesting if u dont know the places #ask game

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kisekisreblogspage · 9 months

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Rainbow friends Head cannons!! 1/3

This is just a head cannon abaut them not beeing the murders machines we all know and love, more like them beeing goofy/silly creatures

Red plays 90's (girlish) music whenever he is cleaning, and he sings and dances."the loudest the music, the hardest i cleans". When he does that he either starts Early in the morning (like a latinian household lol) or in the afthernoon (when everyting gets nasty again)

Everytime this happens Green is the frist one to hear it "A LITTLE BIT OF MONIKA IN MY LIFE-" and Red's voice pretendig to be a singer, and he always goes like "curse you red!... CURSE YOU!"

I like to think that Green is the kind of guy that sleeps the whole day and wakes up tired. Like he had a terrible night cycle, or had a wild party or did a lot of things in the day, but he just loves sleeping, it is not because of deprecion, it is because he is a very sleepy guy.

If you knew him, you'd be jealous of him (even my self) because he is the kind of guy who does NOTHING the whole day and sleeps like he has done a whole day of military training. But the hardest thing he done is walk, eating, playing with Blue or Orange atend Red's checkouts or just beeing silly (ya' know, the basics, treat human kind with nuclear weapons, or pretend that he is some african Prince who needs money)

Also, Green wuld love cotagecore stuff, not becuase of the looks but becuase of the scents! And the comfynes! You know, the smell of freshly backed goods and bread and meals, the confort of many pillows and blankets, the feeling the scents of plants surounding you, the touch of grass, him not able to see but still beeing one with nature while wearing comfortable retro clothes. Idk how to portray him other ways but GREEN BELONGS TO COTTAGECORE AND COTTAGECORE BELONGS TO GREEN! Change my mind

Now, speaking abaut Orange. He has something that i like to think abaut sometimes. His eyes...

You see, his eyes are canonicly just a line, unfocused, but in the drawing of him across the game, his eyes are not a line, but a circle, focused. I have this headcannon that he can dilatate his eyes on purpose sometimes. From just a line, to a big ol'-blak-hole like eyes, and he does this in order to look cute and archive what he wants, the only 2 persons who does not fall for this are Green (because, Blind) and Red, he does not buy this.

He and Puple are besties, they are both have a good relationship, they are kind of Sibling like, if Orange has some dumb aa shit going on, there is Purple over there suporting his shit!

You can hear him ranting abaut how he tinks the word works like and you will be like "tf? Is this guy living in dereality?" And Purple be like "Oh yes yes you have quite a point" and Orange will be like "I KNOW!"

I like to thin that he is the rizzler in the gang, i can see him apearing in a corner in some "handsome" like pose and move his eyebrow and go like "heya" while trying to rizz you up in the rizzles vibes ever imagined and doing some faces. And then treating you like a friend lol. Yea this is Orange for me, some Sassy silly Rizzles little guy who makes fun of manny and hates when the karma hits back and goes like "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS!?!?" A drama lizard. He is not a Jerk, he is just a dumbass.

Also, i think that he will mostly joke abaut Red beeing ugly because he thinks that is funny, but he does not belive that Red's ugly, he just like to annoy him

Now if you ask

"Hey Red, is purple a girl or a boy?"

"Its purple"

"Yea but it is a girl or a boy?"

"Its purple"

"But is PURPLE a GIRL or a BOY"

"Its purple"

"A puple girl? Or a purple boy?"

"Its puple"

"You are not gonna tell me aren't you?"

" i told you!"

"Then what it is???"

"Puple"

Its Purple time fellas! Purple belives that the outside world is cyberpunk now, because thats what has been promised for the 2000's to be, poor little Purple.

I like to think that Purple walks araund everywere anytime purple whants, but just choses not to, because Purple belives that socializing is useless and rather be as far away from everyone. But fear not, Purple has get over that phase (thanks to Green) now Purple only walks araund only when Purple feels like so, but still not wanting to talk to strangers, they make Purple unconforfable and overwelmed, so if you are going to try to make friends with Purple, make sure to not overwelm them, go slow and secure, make them know that you are no harm, talk to them, be nice, don't make loud noices, eventually Purple will be interested in you, and you will found out that Purple's very curios and kind of energetic (in a short period of time) and will be a very good friend only to persons who deserves Purple's friendship, and then you will become Purple's favorite Person

I can tell that Purple likes to Wonder araund in a box, like, they just found a box from the deceased person that they just kill the ground and go like "Oh... this is supose to help them hide... i see" and now it is Purple who hide in these boxes, neat right? They think that this is like Red wearing suits. I can also see Purple finding old/abandoned clothes and wearing them, pretending it is some fashion thing. Finding crappy shoes especially, and goes like "yea, this shoes are designer" and the shoes in question are fake jordans. Lol.

Now, lets talk abaut our favorite King. Our beloved Baby, Blue in my headcannons is some kind of funny gentelman, playing roleplays, doll house, making his kingdom out of cardboard taking Green to dance, like he sees Green feeling down and he goes like "NOT ON MY WHATCH!!" And takes Green and hugs him and make him dance with his long as arms untill he starts laugting. They have a very 'favorite cousin' vibe.

To me, Blue is the kind of guy that will give you the best of advises and will tell you those things like he knows way too personaly abaut of why is he saying so, and then give you a pat in the back. You can be talking abaut your most embarasing and childish of hyperfixations one moment and then talking abaut life and your fears in the other moment, like he were your grandpa, or your dad!

"Did someone Hurt you? Friend? Oh... i see... don't worry, i'll make then know that hurting others is bad! Oh don't worry! I wont do anything bad to them! I'll... Just... make them know that they shuldn't Hurt oters for fun..."

"If you are going to Hurt someone there's better ve a reason... like... Hunger... like for now.... 'I' am hungry..."

Yea, he is not going to let that slide.

Start runing

Blue is just like the kidn of charactwr that is neat and cool with everyone! You know! Hiding a deep trauma and dark past and beeing misterious aswell. This is a super cool character to work with to me, it culd be either a murder or a mashmellow, or both at the same time! You can get crazy!

"Yea... he was my frist friend... i don't remember why he is no longer with me... i Wonder if i have been bad or something... but Red tells me that he just gone... but were?"

"Don't you get these gaps in your memories?... like what happened here? Why is this place so ruined? It use to be a happy place! Why is all so abandoned?"

"Don't tell Red... but... i have been feeling a little of Deja-bu some times... it feels like i have seen you before, and i have done everyting that i have done to meet you over and over again... do you understand?"

"Red says that he also has some deja-bu.. thank God i am not alone in this... are you ok annyways?"

Yes, i belive that he will get Deja-bu eventualy in a way. And then freak out abaut this bur then keep it cool at the end. Yea... this remknds me to sans.

Oh well this is just the part one, probably put more abaut the rest

See y'all latter

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