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heyhihellosworld · 1 year

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𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸…𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5k

Summary: You meet your childhood friend Mason again after not seeing him for long.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst?? maybe teeny tiny if you squint with closed eyes

Notes: Sorry for not posting in long, didn't really feel inspired but I found this idea interesting and tried it yk. This is from a prompt I got suggested so I did this, don't know what I think of it but the idea was fun. It got a bit weird and probably pretty drastic but yeah... Also couldn't find the request but hope it's okay and thank you for it!

"Who did you say again?" You asked you father who sat lazily in the kitchen chair. He wasn't really focused on you, scrolling down on his computer whilst his eyes fleeted across the screen

"Dad" you repeated, rolling your eyes as he looked up at you sheepishly "What did you say? Sorry sweetie I'm a bit into this"

"I asked who it was that were coming for dinner" you repeated with a soft smile "Ah, Mason. You remember him?"

You nodded through a deep breath "Well he is coming to discuss how we are going to put it up this season" he explained

"Remind me again what you are gonna do with him?"

Your father chuckled at your bored tone, shaking his head at you "I am going to be his agent" "Wow that sound so much fun!" you squealed sarcastically but your father only laughed at you. "It's gonna be fun" he promised with a smile.

"I know you didn't get along with him too well when you were kids but I'm sure you have come over that by now, right?" he asked pointedly, giving you that look he always did when he wanted a certain answer. "Yes dad it's all fine" you murmured, your eyes rolling again "You know you would be much more credible if your eyes didn't roll that much" he smiled at you causing you to laugh, "I can't help it"

"Anyway, I'm going to the library"

"Okay, see you tonight then, dressed formally, don't be late"

"Wait" you stopped, looking at him "Do I need to be a part of this dinner?" you asked with horror, his laugh booming in the room "Of course y/n, you promised you would, don't you remember?"

"I do not" you whined, hanging your head "It's gonna be fine, I think he is bringing someone too" "Fine" you grumbled taking your bag "Be here at six!"

You felt slightly weird as you sat on the kitchen counter waiting for your guests. You had met Mason before but that was many years ago, when you had both been kids and your parents had gotten together for dinner and drinks as the friends they were. You went along good when you were like really small but then it became weird, at least for you.

Mason grew and changed especially in your eyes and your crush became more and more noticeable and the older you got the more you kept away from him, excusing yourself from the dinners to go with some friends or a birthday party. Now you hadn't seen him, except from on the tv, in over seven years.

"Thank you for being here y/n, it really means a lot and even if I know they are our friends and all I am still nervous"

You chuckled at your dad who where running around to fix the last minute details. You had helped him cook when you'd arrived back home from the library and everything was set.

"It's gonna be fine, Mason loves you he would never change his mind" you assured, fixing the napkins and lighting the lights.

The doorbell rang through the house making you both perk up. "Can you open it please, I just need to run to the office to get all the papers and forms"

"Ugh fine" you groaned, turning on your heel to get to the door.

A deep breath, in and out

You unlocked and opened the door to be met by Tony, standing at the door with a huge smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Y/N! It's so lovely to see you again, you look wonderful" he gushed, engulfing you in a sweet hug and handing you the flowers as you welcomed him in.

"Thank you Tony, they are beautiful" you smiled, showing him into the kitchen where your father had re-appeared. "Mason is just on my tail, he took his own car from the facility" Tony explained just as the doorbell went off yet again.

Your eyes rolled as your father looked at you with a pleading look but you went to open anyway. You almost choked as you opened the door, head snatching back to look up at Mason. It looked like the words caught in his throat too, his eyes fleeting over you, blinking slowly as if to gather what he was seeing.

"Y/n?" he asked in disbelief making you chuckle, tongue poking out from the side of your lips

"Yeah, good to see you again Mason"

You tried to sound polite, moving to the side so he could walk into the house but he didn't move but stayed put, still looking at you. "Wow-uh you look..." your eyebrows raised at his words, anticipating what he would say. You could actually see wheels turn in his head as he tried to rack his brain for the right thing to say.

"..grown" he finally let out, his eyes widened at his stupid words and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at him. "Well, thank you" you said sarcastically the panic fleeting around in his eyes and it was all more amusing "No, I didn't mean grown... I mean you look... big..."

Your eyebrows raised once again and his eyes widened even more as he heard his own words "No no no no no, not like that... I just mean you look a lot older... no... fuck!" he exclaimed in annoyance of his lack of conversing skills and you couldn't keep yourself from laughter anymore.

"It's okay, I think I get what you mean" you chuckled, gesturing with your hand for him to move into the house. He dropped his head with an annoyed look on his face, striding towards you and the door "You look great" he sighed as he walked past you causing a grin to make it up to your face as you catched up with your fathers who sat in the living room.

"Mason! It's so good to see you"

The dinner was boring, you were sitting next to Mason as he conversed with your father most of the time. Your father loved his agent job but you never realized how anybody could, it felt boring. To be someone else's fixer, nothing for you.

They discussed all kinds of stuff for the upcoming partnership, but it didn't take long enough to cover the whole dinner so when it was over the topic-to your horror- was you

"So y/n, what do you do now?" Tony asked politely

"Well, I'm still studying" you smiled hoping that would be it but of course it wasn't

"Oh right, what are you studying again?" "I'm studying law" you hummed, trying to eat away the attention on you.

"So do you still live at home or do you have your own apartment? Maybe you live with that boyfriend?" Tony continued and you looked up at your father with a discreet but warning look, but he didn't want to meet it. Knowing you didn't like this attention even from a friend as Tony.

You could feel Mason's eyes on you as well and it stirred something inside of you. It was like the old bubbly feeling you'd had around him as a kid came crippling back and it wasn't welcomed. But who were you kidding. If you'd liked 16 year old Mason 24 year old Mason was not kidding around.

"Well I do have my own apartment" you answered "And I live alone"

"Oh? I thought I heard that you lived with your boyfriend?" Tony continued "I did" you confirmed, feeling immensely uncomfortable with Mason's eyes practically burning into you. "But I moved out when we broke up"

"Oh, sorry I didn't know you'd broken up"

You smiled at the older man "It's okay" you assured, swallowing big to drown out the awkward silence that'd settled around the table.

"Well that's a shame, he was a lovely boy" he tried to soothe but all you did was hum in response, not really wanting to go into detail about just what a lovely boy your ex is.

"Anyway, Mason!" You exclaimed, desperate to move to the next topic. You ignored his widened eyes and smiled sweetly at him "How is your ball going?" He stifled a chuckle at you "My ball? You mean my football?"

"Yeah that's what I said" you muttered, eyes rolling as your dad chuckled at you

"Just talk" you muttered under your breath so only he could hear and he did

"Well it's going shit" he smiled sickly sweet and you couldn't help but to laugh under your breath "Oh I'm sorry" you smiled, his eyes rolling at your sarcasm.

"Yeah you sound so"

"It's not going shit Mason" Tony scolded "It's just not the right time right now"

"That's just a nice way of saying it's going shit" Mason muttered

"I always thought you were the key in Chelsea" you mused, remembering how cockily he'd told you last summer over text when you'd catch up for a barbecue dinner with the rest of his family but he hadn't shown because of a game or training or whatever.

"Y/n, don't be rude" your father tried but he didn't look that mad. "I'm sorry just confused because I remember he told me so clearly last summer" Mason looked at you between narrowed eyes, putting a spoonful into his mouth "It's not just me that's shit everything is shit right now" he defended

"Okay okay, I'm only joking with you but I'm truly sorry if it's hard at the moment, I have seen some of the comments on social media and they are not exactly nice so, I am sorry"

He gave you a quick nod to acknowledge, noting that it was fine. "You should come to a game soon y/n" Tony suggested "And see a shit team?"

You chuckled at your own comment before apologizing to the bitter boy "no I'm sorry, it was a joke" you grinned, patting his thigh reassuringly which only made him grunt

The rest of the dinner went smooth, you mostly sat out and listened to your father and Tony converse, only needing you to grunt and hum every now and then.

You didn't pay much attention anymore, thinking about the evening you were gonna have at home. Maybe you should grocery shop? Or watch a movie? Or both... you were ripped from your thoughts as you felt Mason's hand grip your thigh firmly.

Your head snapped up to him but he didn't look at you, instead humming at something your father had said.

You felt hot under his hand, feeling the need to squirm. "What are you doing?" you whispered at him, glaring into his mischievous eyes

"What? You don't like it?"

"That was not the question, it was: What are you doing"

"I'm touching your thigh, is that not okay?"

"Depends on your intentions" you answered to which he only chuckled. The tension was thick, it had been all evening, just from the second he'd looked you over on the doorstep.

"Don't tell me that the little girl inside of you isn't dying from her girl crush right now" he grinned, a part of you wanting to smack that grin off his face but the other one wanted to take him upstairs and fuck him.

You couldn't help but chuckle "oh she is dying, but the grown woman y/n is debating whether to crush your hand or not"

"Ohoh kinky" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at your rolling eyes

"So you're telling me that the little boy Mason didn't care for me but grown Mason... gets a boner with his hand on my thigh?" you asked, not being able to unsee the bulge in his jeans.

"Noo, not exactly" Mason hummed, looking over the table again "Young Mason had boners all the time and there are no difference to grown Mason"

You couldn't help but to chuckle at the weird conversation, moving your own hand to his thigh.

Your eyes were stuck at his hand, fingers gently digging into your thigh. "You like my fingers?" Mason asked amusedly, loving the way you looked at him and the way your fingers brushed up his thigh.

"No" you deadpanned, you voice as quite as possible as to not be too obvious with your fathers right across from you.

"Hmm, that's a shame, most people do"

You narrowed your eyes at him "Do you really think I will get turned on with you throwing other women you've fucked in my face?"

He looked unsure for a second at your raised eyebrows and deadpan expression. "Uh-probably that isn't the best way to go huh?"

"I don't know how it usually works, but it doesn't work for me" you hummed amused, looking up into his sparkling eyes

"Well usually it doesn't matter what I say because they still bend over for me at the end of the day" he shrugged, casing your eyes to roll. "Cocky asshole, it won't be that easy, if that's even what you want"

"Well, I mean it's what i've wanted to do since we were kids" he pondered, looking down at your hand that rubbed gently over his thigh.

"Well then you just gotta keep on dreaming" you smiled sweetly, your hand creeping up over his crouch, squeezing his length through his jeans before smirking at him, pushing his hand off and standing up from the dinner table.

"Well this has been lovely but I need to go home, I have early work" you excused

"Ah right sweetheart, how are you coming home?" your father asked standing up to hug you. "Well.. walk?" you suggested

Your father scoffed at you "not a chance at this hour"

"But dad! I don't wanna take an expensive cab" you whined but you knew you wouldn't win this fight, he would never let you walk alone this hour and you honestly didn't want to either.

"I can drive you home if you'd like" Mason offered politely, standing up from the chair as well. You didn't have the time to object before your father answered "Ah that would be awesome Mason! Thank you!"

You stopped yourself from groaning out loud but pressed on a polite smile. "How nice of you" you sarcastically smiled at him, he didn't really care though, a huge grin making it's way over his face.

You said goodbye to the older men heading out to Mason's fancy car. "For going shit you sure do get a lot of money huh?"

He didn't answer, just sent you a cheeky wink as you settled in the car. "It's sexy huh?"

"It is" you hummed in agreement, leaning back into the comfortable seat.

The tension was thick, edging on unbearable but at the same time it was exciting.

Mason didn't look at you, concentrating on the road but you couldn't help to look at him. His eyes stuck ahead of him, one arm resting in his lap and his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

"So" you began, trying to break the thick tension. "I know you said it's going shit... but a lot has happened with the club right?"

"Wow are you hanging on to the news?" Mason smiled, throwing you a quick playful look "Well no but dad does, can't stop talking about you.. I think he has a crush" Mason laughed, shrugging his shoulder "well yeah, they've switched owners of the club, and our manager's been sacked"

"Aha, so it's not only on you?" "No, I guess no but it's really not been my season you know" he sighed making you take pity on him a little

"I'm sure it's not that bad" You promised but the shake off his head showed that he didn't seem to agree with you. "You should've seen me these last couple of weeks, hideous" he gruffed

"I have seen" you hummed making him turn to you for a second before looking back on the road

"I don't know shit about football so I can't really say anything but it has been looking stiff, maybe a bit slow? Confused? But that's the whole team, not you"

"Have you been watching my games?" he grinned smugly, your eyes rolling at his cockiness. "Yeah"

"Really?" he laughed, delighted by the idea "Calm down, it's been on the tv and dad has more or less forced me to"

"Still, you've watched it"

"Yeah yeah" you sighed as he rolled up outside of your apartment complex parking up and turning the engine off.

It felt natural to bee with him like this, even though the tension was still apparent it was comfortable in a way. It was easy.

You chewed on the inside of your chin, contemplating what you should say or do, feeling a bit weird just leaving him now.

"So, it was really nice to see you again" Mason beat you to it, smiling stiffly

You looked down, your eyes fleeting around before landing on his

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked, eyes never leaving his, watching as his lips turned upwards in a genuine smile "Sure" he smiled, quickly popping out his key and jumping out of the car.

You felt a bit stiff leading him through the building and into your apartment but as soon as the door clicked close and you turned to look at him again it disappeared.

You watched as he stepped out of his shoes and walked into the apartment with big eyes

"Wow it's honestly a very nice apartment" he hummed, looking around in the area. It was indeed a very nice apartment, you were proud of it. Big windows showing the city and nicely put together.

"Not to sound rude but how did you afford this place?" he asked astonished, turning his head too look at you "Ah you know, I worked" you shrugged

"Where??"

"In a strip club" you joked, his eyes making a double take between you and the roof decoration "What??"

"hey why are you so surprised, you don't think I would be able to work in a strip club" you asked slightly offended

"Sure you could've" he chuckled, throwing his arm around you "Just didn't expect you to"

"Well I don't, I work in a restaurant and it honestly wasn't as expensive as it looks" you shrugged, tugging off your shoes and jacket before re-joining him in the living room.

He turned to you, licking his lips as you stared up at him intently

"What do you want?" he asked lowly, looking you up and down subtly. "What do you think I wanted by inviting you up here?" you challenged, loving the way he reacted to your words, eyes sparkling and lips turning into a smirk.

"I think you wanted me to do what young us dreamed of"

You didn't answer him, just watched as he came closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close before smashing his lips against yours.

It was heated and aggressive, teets and tongue clashing together. You pulled tightly on his hair, his fingers digging into your hips letting you feel everything of him.

You started to walk him backwards, following him with your lips on his as you led him to the bedroom.

"Yeah?" he smirked, pulling back to breathe for a second

"If you want ofcourse" you hummed, pushing him down on the edge of the bed "of course I do" he smiled, guiding you to sit on his lap.

You smiled, kissing his jaw and down his shoulder before sitting straight and dragging off your top. He followed your example, ripping the t-shirt he was wearing of his gorgeous body.

Your eyes trailed his body with lust, fingertips tracing the handsome torso, following his muscles and ripples. Before you knew it he had unclasped your bra and popped your jeans button up, pushing you to stand to take them off which you did, watching as he did the same.

When he had discarded his jeans he went to you again, attacking you with a hot kiss as he lifted you up from the ground, gently laying you down on the bed as you giggled at his behavior, scotching up to the pillows.

He crawled over you, kissing up your body, stopping at your breasts. He completely drank you in, peppering you with kisses and love. "You look beautiful, so fucking beautiful" he grunted out, his breath tickling your skin.

You felt like you were on fire as he licked over your nipple, back arching into his mouth, every part of you begging him to touch you where you needed him to.

You grabbed his hand, leading it down your body to your panties, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He swallowed hard dropping his head slightly before locking eyes with you again.

"Yeah? That's what you want?"

You nodded closing your eyes as you felt his hand creep over your panties. "You want me to touch you here huh?" he teased, dipping one finger inside of your panties, stroking the skin there before taking it back.

"Yes" you breathed, eyes begging him and he didn't have it in him to resist you. His hands pulled your panties down, you kicked them off your feet as his hand finally made contact with you.

He teased you slowly, one finger dipping inside of your folds, dragging it up and down before slowly circling your clit.

It didn't take long before he let one of his fingers slide into you, your eyes closing at the pleasure.

"Mhm" Mason huffed happily, loving to watch how you took his finger

He soon added another one, slowly moving them in and out before he was done teasing. He looked at you with a crooked smile as he slid his fingers in again, keeping them buried within you before he started to crook them in a furious pace, your mouth dropping open and eyes closing.

"Fuck, fuck, ah fuck" was the only words that could leave your mouth as he continued to flick his fingers, his fingertips pressing at the right spot against your walls. It was almost too much, your body moving by itself as he grinned at you, taking pleasure and joy in how your body writhed and the sounds you let out.

"Yeah?" he smirked at you increasing his speed even more, your eyes closing shut at the impact "Mhmm" you mumbled out groaning as his thumb began to circle your clit. "Does that feel good?"

You didn't answer him in words just hummed and mumbled something as you bucked into his hand "Mhmm I bet it does" he murmured, his eyes gawking at you, drinking you in.

"Close" you managed to choke out just in time before your orgasm racked through your body. You jerked under him, your legs shaking as you came down from your high finally opening your eyes to meet his.

He was dangling his face straight over yours. His brown eyes sparkled, his mouth in a soft smile. You felt almost dizzy, a lazy smile meeting his. "You where right, I do like your fingers"

Mason laughed at you, dipping down to kiss you again as you regained clarity and energy. He grinned as you flipped around straddling his waist.

He fixed his position, sitting up against the headboard. This time you took more control, kissing him hungrily, messy and sloppy.

"I know I said I wanted to do this when we were kids but honestly i'm very happy we didn't"

You raised your eyebrows at him as a sign to explain further as you pushed your hand inside of his boxers, softly wrapping your hand around him, stroking him at a slow pace.

"Well now I know I am good and that I at least can hold out for more than 30 seconds"

You chuckled against his lips, brushing yours over his "well then I'm glad too" "Oh really? So 30 seconds isn't enough for you, you're so demanding"

"If you cum in 30 seconds I will be deeply disappointed, especially now when you promised you were good"

"Fuck, maybe I shouldn't have said anything"

You giggled again, kissing him sweetly, "Just fuck me and we will be fine"

He smiled down at you, even sitting in the slumped position he did made him taller than you, he had really grown a lot.

"Well I think you are on top right now so I think you should take the first step"

You pursed your lips at his smart comment, speeding up on your movements, taking satisfaction in the way his tongue came out to wet his lips and how he starts to breathe quicker.

You pushed his boxers down completely pecking his lips sweetly.

You reached up a little, sitting on your knees as you ran his dick through your folds before you sank down on him slowly.

You couldn't help but whine at the stretch but the thing you were most focused on was his face. He looked utterly beautiful as his mouth dropped open, eyes watching you take him more and more and small huffs of air leaving his mouth. His hair was already messy on his forehead but it looked even better like that.

His hands stopped on your hips, helping you create the pattern he wanted. "Shit you take me so good" he groaned, eyes still watching where you were connected.

You tried your best to keep up his pace, the feeling striking through you every time you moved but your legs felt like giving up already. "Fuck, my legs don't work" you panted out, hinting on him to take over. "Is that a lame excuse for making me fuck you?" he chuckled breathy. "No" you breathed and he took pity on you as your legs begun to shake, holding you still whilst moving to fuck up into you instead. Your head landed in his neck, sucking some deep marks there as he picked up the pace. "Fuck, my legs don't work" you panted out, hinting on him to take over. "Is that a lame excuse for making me fuck you?" "No" you breathed and he took pity on you as your legs begun to shake, holding you still whilst moving to fuck up into you instead. Your head landed in his neck, sucking some deep marks there as he picked up the pace.

His mouth was right next to your ear, moaning softly as you used the energy you had left in your legs to move back onto him, meeting his quick hard thrusts. You did all you could to hold back on your sounds but it was close to impossible as he hit that perfect spot inside of you making you climb higher and higher to your climax.

Your eyes closed, mouth still keeping busy at his sensitive skin, using it as a distraction from your independent orgasm. "fuck you feel to fucking good" he mumbled in your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth as you let out a whine. The friction was too good and it felt like you were about too explode.

"Fuck Mase" you whined eyes struggling to open as he continued to hit the right spot. "Please" you whined not really knowing for what but for something.

"Fuck baby, keep squeezing me like that and I will come in a second" he grunted, not letting up the pace he had created.

Grunts started to escape his mouth and he quickly pulled out, panting in your ear. He flipped you over to your back, gently laying you back against the pillows. You giggled as your hair tangled in front of your face, his hands coming out to push it out of your face, smiling as he met your eyes again.

His lips met yours sweetly as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder.

He made eye contact with you before slowly entering you again, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered and back arched as he bottomed out. "Fuck, I won't hold on for too long" he grunted but you didn't care as you could feel your own orgasm picking up just where it was before.

"It's okay" you breathed out. It felt almost hard when you couldn't bury your face in his neck anymore. There where nowhere to distract yourself and nowhere to hide your sounds. You threw your head back, Mason nipping on your neck instead, one of your hands on his hip, digging into his flesh whilst the other on was gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Mase" you whined but this time he seemed to understand as his hand moved down your body and to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

It felt like you were floating, your eyes fluttering and back arching more and more for every thrust.

"Ah fuck!" You groaned as he angled just right. "Let go y/n. Fuck-let go"

You moaned out loud as you felt yourself losing grip of reality, his thrusts speeding up before faltering. "Fuck" he grunted as he too let go. You saw stars behind your eyelids as you came down from your high, his hips slowly stilling completely inside of you whilst you both panted harshly.

"Fuck" he whispered, pulling out of you carefully. He dangled his face over yours, grinning stupidly as he kissed you softly

"I hink it was worth the wait"

"Mhm" you smiled, not really having the energy to say anything more but he seemed to understand, flipping down beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to him. You already felt asleep, smiling lazily at his sweetness.

"You're really amazing you know" he whispered in your ear making you chuckle lowly "you are too Mase"

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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Heey can I ask for a very domestic scenerio for Taemin? Like his wife is at home with their baby (who is a boy and looks exaclty like Taemin) and then he comes home after a show, event, concert whatever and just chill together...Thank you!!

I am sorry it took me so long - here it is, hope u like it :) thank you for reading my work, really appreciate it <3

You took a concerned glance at the clock hanging on the pastel-colored wall – 11 pm.

“He should be home soon”, you muttered to yourself as you held your sweet baby boy in your arms. Life changed drastically ever since you became a mother, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You thought you’d love Taemin with all of your heart, but your little boy taught you a whole new level of love.

“Don’t you wanna go to sleep, Jongi?”

Big brown eyes looked back at you, cackling joyfully. Your baby was not only a direct replica of Taemin in regard to looks, but also personality. The little boy was cheerful most of the times, smiling widely and brightening the day of everybody around. People couldn’t get enough of this little fella, always visiting and gifting him stuff.

“You know he looks exactly like his dad?”, your mother teased. “Is there anything of you in him?”

“Well, I hope so”, you replied as you swayed him from side to side.

12 pm.

Cries filled your apartment as the little one was getting impatient.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Do you miss your daddy? He should be home any minute, Jongi.”

Sadly, that promise wasn’t enough to stop the energetic cries, so you started swaying him while walking through the big apartment. Jongi was used to falling asleep to Taemin’s voice – he always sang him to sleep. “Daddy’s gotta sing for his fans tonight, sweetie. They also need him, you know?”

More cries.

Even louder ones as if he had understood what you were saying. An idea flashed through your mind.

Quickly, you played a video of Taemin giving an acapella performance on the TV. Jongi squeaked in excitement as he recognized his dad on the screen. You placed a kiss on his head and smiled: “same, honey, same.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as his dad was filling the room with the loveliest serenades. It didn’t take you long to join him in slumber, after all motherhood was one hell of a beast.

You felt plush lips on your forehead as you slowly woke up, trying to make sense of your surroundings. “Y/N, sweetheart. I’m back.”

A big smile formed on your lips. You never doubted he would come back to you but every time he did felt magical. “Did my little boy behave?”

Taemin sat next to you and took Jongi from your arms, cuddling with him on the couch. “Your little boy was getting cranky because he couldn’t fall asleep. He needed his daddy’s concert badly.”

“Is that why you’re replaying old videos of me?”, he motioned to the TV.

“Yeah”, you nodded tired. Taemin kissed his son and whispered silently: “I am so sorry it took me so long, Jongi. I hope you didn’t give your beautiful momma a hard time, though. Because that’s my job.” He laughed diabolically.

“Hey”, you pouted.

“Come here, baby”, he invited you to lay next to him.

You crawled over to the two most important men in your life and laid your head on Taemin’s arm, sighing contentedly.

“Hey”, he whispered. You tilted your head to look up at him – you could tell that he was exhausted, yet deeply grateful. Taemin kissed you tenderly, enjoying every second with you and his son. He rubbed his nose with yours while holding your hand. “Did you enjoy the concert?”

Taemin nodded. “Yeah, I did. But I couldn’t wait to get home as soon as it was over. I missed you so much. I missed Jongi. You guys are my whole life.”

Moments like these were common for you, Taemin was very vocal about his love and appreciation. “Baby”, you whispered. He looked at you with deep compassion. “I mean it. I really, really mean it, y/n. You are everything to me.”

Moments like these made you think about creating a sibling for Jongi right this second. “I love you”, you whispered. Taemin closed his eyes with a big smile and started singing soundly – your family ritual to drift off to sleep.

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mishasminion360 · 11 months

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Safe In My Arms

Ezra x fem!reader

Warnings: Language; light angst; feelings of insecurity; body dysmorphia; brief allusions to smut; hurt/comfort; fluff.

Summary: Ezra harbors a secret hatred for his absent arm, but his feelings come to a head when his newly acquired handicap fails to do the one task he vowed never to fail in: keep you safe from harm.

A/N: I’m back (but not necessarily better than ever). Sorry I’ve been MIA, folks. Between work and the stresses of daily life burnout hit hard and kicked all my creativity to the curb. But the summer has brought some much needed quiet and a little bit of recovery time, so I am slowly getting my groove back. I’ve got tons of new ideas, so let’s see how many I can get through before life gets in the way yet again 😊

A clean but savage scar. Puckered and pale flesh. A ghostly pain that haunts the vestiges of his dominant upper extremity; a banshee’s sorrowful wail that echoes throughout what remains of his blood and marrow.

He both admires and loathes the ruins of his appendage. Like the crumbling facades of lost civilizations and landmarks it is the brittle leftovers of something once great. At the time his right arm had seemed a necessary and middling sacrifice compared to his life, but away from the immediate threats of the toxic moon it’s become a piteous sight.

Ezra’s hands were his livelihood; his greatest strength. Without one where does that leave the other? In the quietest parts of his mind the darkest thoughts linger. Notions of weakness, inadequacy, and incompetency. He can no longer dig, he can no longer write, he can no longer please you with his touch.

Ah, you. You. You fault him nothing. You do not mourn his loss nor the resulting shortcomings. You do not look upon him with disdain or condolence. The initial sight of his drastically altered form prompted immediate shock, but the emotion fled your features as quickly as it had occupied them.

“Most of you came back to me. All the best parts of you returned,” you’d assured him. “You’re alive, you’re home, and that’s what matters.”

If you’re content then he will find a way to be as well. This new normal will take time; surely he will learn to adjust. Until then he will smile when he catches you looking. He will lie until it becomes truth.

***

Ezra is an artist in many ways. Any time he opens his mouth he paints you a picture with his words. He weaves sentences into daily conversation composed of words that most would never even think to utter, let alone heard of. He is a poet without even trying.

But he is a shitty actor.

You don’t miss the self-deprecating looks that ghost across his visage; the disgruntled mutterings of inwardly directed criticisms far below the standards of his lexicon. He hates what he’s become, though he hasn’t changed a bit. Not truly. An arm is nothing compared to a heart, to a soul.

He won’t let you see him cursing himself, so you don’t let him see that you’ve seen. When and if he’s ready to talk then you’ll be ready to listen. And until that moment comes you will carry on doing what you do best: loving him.

And nothing says “love” like baked goods.

You’d hypnotized him with your sweets when you’d first met; lured him to love like a witch with a house made of candy.

You’d just managed to fatten him up a little before he’d left for his excursion on the Green Moon. He’d lost that healthy weight and then some living off of rations and Kevva knows what else after being marooned. You had both been so dizzied by the overwhelming cocktail of surprise, relief, and bliss that had come with his sudden return that you hadn’t had a chance to celebrate him properly. Well, better late than never.

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He pads into the kitchen just in time to see you pushing one of the rickety chairs from the dining table up to the cupboards and mounting it with a soft grunt of mild exertion. His heart seizes when the wood creaks.

“And just what are you doing up there, my supernova?”

Without granting him your full attention you respond. “I’m going to bake you a cake.”

“That is quite a precarious position in which one would craft a culinary delight, is it not?”

“I have to gather the ingredients first, wise guy.”

You lift yourself onto the tips of your toes and the chair wobbles to and fro.

“Nova, let me assist you,” he insists hastily. “Whatever you require from above I shall retrieve.”

“Nonsense,” you scoff. “I managed just fine while you were gone and I’ll manage now.”

He’s glad, for only a second, that your back is to him. You won’t see how deeply those words had cut him. But the effects of the unintentional slight are fleeting; any and all offense is cast aside when your toes curl over the edge of the chair and the motion proves to be disastrous.

The wobbling of the chair’s four unsteady legs reverberates up into your own extremities. The bag of flour you’d sought only now in hand, your body pitches to the right, and you have only a second to exhale a startled gasp before you are stumbling over the edge of the seat.

Ezra dives for you, hellbent on breaking your fall. His body sails toward yours as if pulled by a gravitational force. He reaches for you. He reaches for you with an arm that does not exist.

You drop through the space where there should have been a solid barricade of flesh and bone and strike the linoleum with a muffled thud. Your head bounces off the floor synchronously with the doomed bag of flour, which splits upon impact and showers the room in a white haze. Your cranium, by the grace of Kevva, remains intact.

“Ooooouch.” Somewhere in the middle your groan evolves into a laugh. “Well, now I feel stupid.”

And he feels….

“Supernova….are you alright?” First his upper extremities prove useless, now his lower ones are failing him as well. His legs nearly buckle as he kneels at your side to assess you for injury.

“I’ll survive,” you assure him. “The only thing wounded is my pride.”

He helps you up to the best of his ability before striding with purpose to the utility closet to fetch a broom. Wordlessly, he gets to work cleaning up the sea of loose powder flooding the kitchen floor. The silence that fills the room is as awkward as his movements. He’s struggling with the simple task that much is obvious, but he seems determined. The veins in the graceful slope of his neck pulse with effort.

“Ezra, let me—“

“I’ve got it, nova.”

“I made this mess with my foolishness, so I’ll clean it.”

“You just took a serious tumble, love. I can weather a simple snowstorm.”

“Ez, I don’t mind. Why don’t you—?”

“Dammit all! Don’t placate me like I’m some kind of invalid,” he shouts. He never raises his voice, speaks in harsh tones, or uses course language. Such things are beneath his beautifully woven vocabulary. “I may not be able to do much these days but I can manage a simple sweeping!”

You remain stoic in the wake of his outburst; any kind word you could dare to breathe may be horribly misconstrued. Instead you watch impassively has he continues his fumbling efforts, the mess never lessening, until finally he hurls the broom to the floor, the wooden handle colliding with a thunderclap.

He pounds his fist upon the countertop as his body vibrates with an anger you’ve never seen. Your lungs surrender the air they’d been harboring only when he at last sags under the weight of a heavy sigh.

“Forgive me, supernova. I did not mean to address you so barbarously.” Ezra’s voice rattles inside of his chest like a songbird dashing itself against the bars of its gilded cage.

“I know,” you answer gently.

“I just find myself….confounded by this new and unwanted deformity. I feel….beyond inadequate. I can no longer work efficiently to provide for us. I can not complete the most meager of household tasks.”

That delicate sparrow trembles within the clutch of his ribs. He’s white knuckling the edge of the sink.

“I can not protect you in this fragile and ruined state. I can not….I can not even hold you properly.”

You don’t need words to tell him just how wrong he is. With a commanding but gentle hand upon his shoulder you turn him to face you, taking his solitary arm and wrapping it snugly around your waist before melting into the wall of his chest.

“This works pretty well.”

You feel the huff of his breath against your hair as his chin meets the crook of your neck. His lips brush a bump on the back of your head that you hadn’t even realized was there until his kiss bruises the flesh.

“You would still have me this way, Nova?”

“Ezra, you are more than a pair of arms or legs or a body. All the most important parts of you came back to me.”

You press a kiss to his sternum, relishing the the quickening thump of one of those “most important parts” as it buzzes through your lips, each beat a gentle reminder that he is alive and home.

“So long as your beautiful spirit remains unchanged and unmarred, then you’ve lost nothing you can’t truly be without. The rest is just a bonus.”

A one-armed embrace proves more than enough. Ezra holds you just as close as he’d ever managed with two. Closer yet. He cradles you with more than just extremities.

“You are the only thing I can not bear to lose, nova. The one truly precious thing.”

“And you will never lose me,” you vow. “So long as you never lose yourself, you’ll never lose me.”

“I think, my love,” he whispers, “you got that backwards.”

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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— " COMFORT FOOD " they make your comfort meal for you! ♡ Fluff / Gender neutral reader

♡ COMMISSIONED BY ; @novaloptr Thank you for commissioning me <3

There is nothing better than having your comfort food on a cold winter day, the sense of nostalgia and comfort that stems from the meal is a constant reminder that you couldn’t return to the simple live you had before, outside of twisted wonderland; back home, yet the food didn’t cause you sadness, it in turn gave you a euphoric feeling of how despite the drastic changes in nature and surroundings, you’re still able to enjoy the simple things life has given you. Like of course food, with the meal you can remember the memories you had previously shared with others and possibly make new ones with others you come to meet.

So with that, RUGGIE couldn’t help but think the best gift he could offer you, was the meal that is perfectly catered to what you had and loved previously. He carefully handpicked the best ingredients he could get his hands on the day before; he made sure not to waste anything as he followed the instructions he had found online. He wanted this to be perfect, now don’t get him wrong. Ruggie by all means, was not a perfectionist; however your beloved boyfriend cherished you and wholeheartedly viewed you as utter perfection, who only deserved the utmost best treatment and care.

At first you were slightly confused, when Ruggie inquired about the various dishes in which you enjoyed, however you couldn’t help but feel a bubble of warmth wash over you, when you came home to find your dining table decorated with a bundle of flowers and candles, it was quite excessive even for Ruggie. The centerpiece of the entire decorated front was a meal covered with a lid, a small note adorned its top; when you unraveled the over the top note it read: “To the love of my life, I had to go to work, my asshole boss needed me! I miss you already :c but you told me ya’ told me you liked this right? So… I tried making it for you!”

A smug smile washed over your features as you settled down onto the seat. Ruggie was a lovable dork at times, but at these simple small moments you could tell how much your dork truly loved you. He was practically smitten and it showed visibly, he cared for you and he obviously noticed your recent homesickness; oh how could you not fall for the hyena, when he cared so deeply for you? He practically made sure you didn’t have to move a finger after work, he was simply that caring for you. You let out a soft sigh before removing the lid of your food, thankfully it was still warm.

When you and your partner JAMIL had moved in together; it was a given that the two of you would split the workload, in most of these cases Jamil would simply cook and you’d clean. It was a fair trade, yet slightly uncomfortable for Jamil who had been working to the bone taking care of a certain Al-asim since childhood; being free of an exceptionally large workload was such a foreign concept to him. In fact, Jamil had even volunteered to try and help you with your chores, however Jamil was already a clean and well organized person so there was rarely a mess you had to clean on his part, so you’d always refuse his help.. Unless of course it was your only option.

Jamil felt like he needed to give you a sort of gift, as a form of appreciation for your hard work; yet nothing materialistic satisfied his ideal image of a perfect gift, especially since the cause may seem a bit too unnecessary in your eyes. However when the brilliant idea of making you a meal which you loved came to mind, he couldn’t think of anything better!.. Getting an answer out of you proved to be difficult, as he intended to keep his plans a surprise, he had to ask questions rather ominously, in a way in which you wouldn’t figure anything out—Yes he was well aware he could simply use his unique magic on you, but he had vowed way back, before your relationship, that he’d never do so without your prior permission.

“Welcome home” Jamil said, as you took off your shoes and placed your coat on the hanger. “No kiss?” you asked, with a pout “Give me a moment”; you watched as your partner placed something onto the dining table, “I made you your favorite.. though I’m not sure if it’ll match your memories— but.. I tried!”. You were surprised, going up to the table only to see an all too familiar meal, “Is this why you’ve been asking about my favorite meals, this past week?”, Jamil nodded in response, “I wanted to make something special, to show my appreciation for you”

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jjtheresidentbaby · 3 months

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» spn agere week: day 2, little and their caregiver go on a long car drive - jan 30th

» for @spnagereweek event || on my ao3 | 1.7k+ wrd count

» little!sam & caregiver!dean

» warnings: pre canon, hurt/comfort, swearing

“It’s so cool Dean, c’mon admit it!” Sam swivels in his seat of the mini van Dean’s driving. They rented it for a bit while the Impala is in the shop, much to Dean’s dismay, and John’s out on a hunt a few states over so the trucks gone too.

“Okay you’re right, it’s kind of cool. Not as cool as Baby though.” Dean caves and smiles when Sam beams with a mutter about him being right like always. He sounds so happy, it’s a little strange for Dean if he’s honest, ever since Sam hit age sixteen he’s been a ball of angst and anger, but not today.

He’s acting like he would when he was younger- still in his fleece pajama pants because no matter what Dean said he wouldn’t change, giggling at Dean’s cheesy jokes, sitting cross legged in his seat, flipping through the cds that the car rental place left like they’re the most interesting thing in the world, pointing out different colored houses or animals they see as they drive- it’s like he’s eleven again. Dean has no idea why or what’s even going on but he likes seeing Sammy happy so he won’t bring it up.

“Hey they have Metallica!” The cd gets pulled out of the plastic sleeve in seconds and Sam leans to slide it into the radio.

“You don’t wanna listen to something else?” The look he gets in response is somewhere along the line of ‘why in the world would you ask that’ and ‘how dare you offend me like that’ which makes Dean snort. Usually Sam’s complaining left and right about only being able to listen to the tapes Dean and John have stockpiled in the Impala and truck.

“Can’t believe you just said that, who are you and what have you done with my big brother?” Sam teases and blushes with a laugh when Dean pushing his hand at the top of Sam’s head.

“Haha, okay smart guy what do you want for lunch?” Please don’t say salad, please don’t say salad. One more salad this week and Dean may lose his mind.

“Slushies!” Dean blinks once, twice, pulls up to a red light and turns to see if his brother is being serious. He is.

“Sammy that’s not lunch.” A frankly pitiful pout forms on Sam’s lips in seconds, big eyes blinking at Dean like he just told him his dog died.

“We can get them but we need real food too.” That thankfully seems to fix the issue as Dean knows from years of raising Sam that the expression he just had would eventually turn to tears if he’s not careful.

“Can we get mac and cheese?” God he really is like a little kid again. Something sour appears in the back of Dean’s throat, partly worried his brother might’ve gotten cursed or something, but more so concerned that something might’ve triggered this. They’ve been nonstop hunting for a while now and Sam’s even had to skip school which Dean knows he hates. Maybe the drastic change in routine has been messing with him more than he says? Maybe the horror of what they see is finally setting in and this is Sam’s way of getting away from it?

“Course bud.” He smiles and lets his hand rest in Sam’s hair when he pushes into Dean’s touch. He was reaching to ruffle his brother’s hair like when they were younger but Sam’s almost laid across the center of the van to stay touching Dean.

“Thanks De’.” And fuck- that nickname strikes something deep in Dean’s chest.

It’s been years since Sam’s used it, he was still shorter than Dean back then, still got excited when John would come home, still asked Dean a million lore questions he was too young to be asking, still wanted to sleep in Dean’s bed with excuses of it being cold but in reality the monsters outside scared him and he needed his big brother to protect him. He was so innocent back then, short years ago that feels like a lifetime.

“The drive through is too long so I’m just going to go in and grab the food.” Dean says as he pulls into the parking lot of the Wendy’s restaurant- it’s the only fast food place Dean knows has mac and cheese and isn’t a two hour drive outside of where they’re going.

“Wait you’re leaving?” A hand quickly wraps around Dean’s forearm before he can turn to climb out of the van. His brow furrows when he sees how upset Sam looks, bordering on looking- scared? What the hells he scared of? He was smiling five seconds ago, humming along to the radio louder than normal and bouncing in his seat a bit like he used to.

“Just to get some food, I’ll be back fifteen minutes tops.” None of it soothes Sam.

“You wanna come with me?” He gets a nod, though it’s hesitant.

Almost the second they step into the restaurant Sam’s hand reaches to grip Dean’s tight like a vice. He’s glued to his brothers side and would be hidden behind Dean’s frame if not for the added height Sam has, height he’s trying to hide in this moment as he shrinks down and curls up against Dean. It’s breaking Dean’s heart a little- there’s maybe five people in the restaurant and yet Sam seems terrified.

“You okay Sammy?” The few people in the place are eyeing them more obviously than appreciated- Dean isn’t sure if it’s the pajamas with the Iron Maiden shirt and converse Sam’s in, the way he’s tucked into Dean’s side, or just the fact that they look out of place in this small town in the middle of nowhere Maine.

“Mm.” Well that’s not good. Sam always got quiet when he was upset as a kid, only giving a hum or nod to questions asked, not caring if John had been pleading with him for an hour to talk or if Dean promised a trip to the movies to see whatever Sam wanted or even if Bobby gave him free range over his entire library. The kids a master at the silent game.

“What can I get for you two?” The voice of the woman behind the register startles Dean which in turn startles Sam twice as bad, he clings his free hand to the loose material of Dean’s t-shirt and stuffs his face into Dean’s shoulder.

All Dean can do is relay their order back to the woman- pointedly ignoring her concerned looks at Sam- and wrap an arm around Sam’s shoulders so he has an easier time tucking himself as small as he can into Dean’s chest. The food takes no time at all to be done and Dean gets Sam ushered out of there as quick as humanly possible without someone thinking he’s kidnapping him. The sigh of relief both boys let out once in the van again makes Dean feel uneasy- they shouldn’t be sighing like this over ordering fast food.

“You wanna go get those slushies now Sammy?” He reaches to place his hand in Sam’s hair again, rubbing his thumb at his brother’s forehead and watching with a slightly furrowed brow as Sam’s eyes flutter shut before back open again. It’s only one pm, they left at seven this morning which isn’t all that early on Winchester time, but maybe Sam’s been acting weird because he’s tired?

“Or maybe stop at a motel and sleep?” The plan was to drive for at least another eight or so hours before stopping to sleep, but the last thing Dean wants is for whatever’s going on with Sam to get worse. He could be feeling sick, it is freezing out and it’s not like they’re exactly up to date with their flu shots.

“Thought we had to meet dad?” Sam asks with a clumsy rub of his eyes that makes Dean give a faint smile. He’s the same little kid he’s always been.

“We’d have to drive back here for Baby anyways, we’re just saving a trip.” Assuming the Impala will be done by tomorrow morning when they go to leave again, Dean can hope, and hope that John doesn’t ask too many details on why Dean and Sam won’t be meeting him as early as they said they would. The hunt he’s on seems pretty nasty so Dean doubts he’ll be paying much to mind to what day the boys get there.

“M’kay.”

It takes all of twenty minutes for Dean to find and book a room at the nearest motel- years of hunting for them in the pitch black makes them pretty easy to spot in the daytime. Sam stays in the car as Dean gets the key and pays for the room- though Dean can feel how hard Sam’s staring at him through the window, he swears the nervous energy radiates far enough that it makes Dean’s spine shiver.

“You okay bud?” Dean says with half a laugh when Sam collapses onto his bed and instantly curls his arms around Dean’s middle with his head on Dean’s chest. There’s an empty queen bed two feet away- it was the same price as getting a single so he figured Sam would appreciate the bed to himself. Apparently he was wrong.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere right?” His face falls hearing Sam’s voice come out so small, nearly whispering as he tightens his hold around Dean.

“Course not. I’m always right here Sammy.” That’s all it takes for Sam to let his eyes slip shut.

Dean can’t even think about going to sleep- too overwhelmed with worry- so he does what he did when Sam was little and starts to rub his hand up and down Sam’s back, counting the breaths he takes with each stroke of his fingers against Sam’s spine. He really hopes Sam’s acting a little more normal when he wakes up but just incase Dean makes a plan for if he’s not, going over the basic steps he used to do to make sure Sam stayed happy when he was a little kid, reminding himself of the habits Sam hasn’t shown in years but may revert back to. If Sam needs him to take care of him like he used to then Dean is going to make sure he does it right.

#spn agere week #supernatural agere #sam & dean #caregiver!dean winchester #little!sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester #jj moodboards #jj writes

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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billy request,, reader finds him alive in the upside down

Come Back Home

pairing: billy hargrove x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff

A/N: thank you so much for requesting! let me know what you think of this💙

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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You and your friends sprint through the Upside Down, desperately looking for a place to hide. The demobats attacked Steve and more were coming your way so you all decided to make a run for it. Eyes roaming around, you finally find a much more horrifying version of Skull Rock. You catch your breath as you fall down underneath the figure that serves as a cave for all of you. Your legs are tired and weak - your heartbeat racing. Your body suddenly tenses up and you could feel your heart clench, tears forming in your eyes. You’re scared especially for your friends and family.

You look over Steve who’s being patched up by Nancy and tears were now threatening to fall. You hate seeing them hurt even if it’s just a small minor scratch, you couldn't bare it. You couldn't bare the thought of losing them after what happened with Billy.

You were exhausted, when will this be over? you’d often ask yourself. You thought it was all done when the mind flayer disappeared, but you were wrong. Seems like the universe laid a course on you and your loved ones.

How many more people need to die before it finally ends?

A cold hand gently rubs your arm, making you snap out off your thoughts. “You alright?” Robin asks. You wipe away your sweat and some tears in your eyes, “uh y-yeah”. Nancy then calls everyone’s attention and talks about her plan so you could all escape.

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You arrive at the Wheeler’s and Nancy rummage through her room, “My guns are not here”. She spots her old diary on her bedside table and sees the last entry was 1983, she then looks around and sees the walls were outdated - some of her old things still in her room. “This was my room 3 years ago” she says. “How’s that possible?” Eddie asks, confused.

“I think the Upside Down’s based on memories of Vecna’s victims” Robin speaks up. She then approaches Nancy, “your room’s probably based on the memory of your friend, Barbara. She got taken by the demogorgon in 1983 right?”. Nancy nods in response, the dreadful memory coming back.

After an hour of searching through their house, you finally got to talk with Dustin through the lights and he told you about a possible gate in Eddie’s trailer. “We can ride bikes to his place but, how can we get there without getting devoured by the bats?” Steve asks.

Your fingers land on the gold necklace on your neck, the one Billy gave you. You look on its beautiful pendant that shines through the darkness - an idea pops in your mind. “We’ll pass by Cherry Lane on the way there. And if Robin’s theory is correct then, Max’s old house would be based on Billy’s memories. His dad’s guns will be there” you say.

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You arrive at the familiar 4819 home, you step in first and you sigh in relief - Robin was right.

You lead them to storage room and find Neil’s hidden guns, you grab the revolver and toss Nancy the shotgun. The rest didn't know how to use them so you instructed to stash the spare bullets instead. You collect all the possible objects that could be used as a weapon when the door suddenly creaks open. You quickly turn and aim the gun, trembling as Vecna could be the one who opened it.

“Billy?”

Your eyes grow wide, you expected a horrifying entity but you were met by the man you lost back in the mall. The man you love, the one who you never stopped mourning for.

“How do we know you’re not an illusion or something made by Vecna?” Steve asks, gripping on the spear he found. You examine him, he drastically changed: his eyes no longer the ones you remember - they look tired and scared, he’s thinner, hair dull and longer, an he doesn't have the necklace anymore.

“He’s not wearing this” you say, pointing at the gold chain on your neck. You then run up to him before your friends could even agree with you, tears starts to stream down your face. “I missed you so much. H-how is this possible?” you ask as you hold into him tighter, not wanting to let go. “I-I’m not entirely sure, I just woke up and found myself in a really dark, gloomy, and empty version of Starcourt” he sobs.

“There’s this creature that’s behind everything” he adds. You pull away and start explaining about Vecna and your plans on killing him. You also talked about how hard it is for Max and how she’s not coping well.

Billy’s arm was just wrapped around you the whole time, never wanting to leave your side. He had lost hope and just waited for his death but now you’re here and he’s finally getting out of this terrifying place. He never stopped thinking about you and Max, that’s probably what kept him alive for the past year.

Nancy hands him an extra spear as a weapon and head out. You grab his hand and give him a tired smile, “Come on love, let’s go home”.

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things scenarios #stranger things oneshot #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove headcannons #billy hargrove scenarios #billy hargrove oneshot #dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery x reader

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saltyr3mix · 7 months

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EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD FOR THE NEXT HOW EVER LONG THIS TAKES YOU TO READ. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS.

Ladies, gents, all of the above below and in between here is my rambles about new life sparrow because he has infested my mind like the skulk that infests him.

OK WERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS GUY

Okokokokookokooo SO

We love a flawed character who has good intentions and a not so good way of showing them. he comes off as over enthusiastic and insensitive at first with his studies of hybrids. which is....just a tad bit relatable as someone often seen as energetic i can be too much for people at times so i get it.

Also everyone that drew the parallels between the way Sparrow talks about hybrids and O!Owen talked about demons is correct. it's terrifying. and if sparrow ever goes down that arc i will write incredibly angsty fanfiction about it and cry.

If you haven't already im going to point anyone reading this in the direction of my New life smp fic, Storming sacrifices on ao3 by Salty_R3mix cause thats where a lot of this next part comes from.

i head cannon that on New life when players die/switch hybrids they have to fall into a coma like state to do so and it takes time in between those shifts. Sparrow is on the longer side of these shifts for the more drastic the change the longer. to go from human to machine and then machine to skulk. thats like a solid month or two of their body just reforming and recreating. both times.

ALSO THE MOST RELATABLE THING ABOUT HIM.

HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE HUMAN.

WHICH IS JUST SO SAME BESTIE LIKE IF I LIVED IN A WORLD WHERE PEOPLE GET COOL TRAITS AND MAGICAL POWERS AND I WAS JUST BORING? YEAH I WOULD STUDY THEM AND TRY TO BE ONE TO! BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME MY LOVE FOR FANTASY AND MAGIC ISN'T ALREADY BASED OFF THE NEED TO ESCAPE THE REAL WORLD BECAUSE IT SUCKS AND ITS BORING ANDGHYKULKNBVGVUKL

Anyway hes also insane. like, i get it. but also you could have found a away to make the process less painful im sure. hes smart. but his egarness got the best of him.

Anyway one of my favorite things to think about and debate is the 'chip' in his head. cause to me and my messed up little mind that has read well over at least 20 hours worth of sbi hybrid fanfiction in the summer of 2022. to me that just sounds like instinct. hot take but i don't think it was that big of a deal. what was wrong with the situation was prior to becoming a copper golem, Sparrow was human. if any other hybrid became a copper golem. they would be a lot less bothered by it. Sparrow was not used to that sheer level of inhumane instinct that it overwhelmed him and he just let it. t Not knowing what else to do. until eventually getting so lost and consumed by it that he had to you know....blend himself.

I miss him though. i like robots. and he was so fun to draw. i draw him all the time. just because the design i made for him is one of my favorite things ever.

OH AND SKULK SPARROW. THIS MAN. HE IS SO MESSED UP. THE NARRATIVE CAME CRASHING DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM AND SCREAMED THAT HE IS DOOMED.

I haven't seen a character so demised by the narrative that wasn't my own since outsiders Apo and maybeeeeeeee Celio form wtd. beside the point.

He is so overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time its iconic. one seconded hes lonely after copper literally abandoned any former relationships. the next he can hear things through the skulk. but then he brings a guy down. kills him. decides to build a gate. AGAIN. WE KNOW HOW THIS ENDED LAST TIME OWEN. WHEN HAVE GATES EVER WORKED IN YOUR FAVOR. i think it's just a cannon event for them at this point. Owen with gates and Apo with levers. (GUYS IM JOKING HERE. DON'T CARY THIS CURSE INTO PIRATES PLEASE LET THEM BE HAPPY FOR ONCE)

Ok yeah. Im really excited to watch skulk and other versions of sparrow later realize that no matter what monstrosity he ends up as. he'll never be as free as he was human again. Every hybrid comes with their own form of instinct that he will be forced to follow. some lighter than others. and hell, even if he does end up as human again the effects are still there forever lingering.

ALSO I AM HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH THE 'Wait? His name is sparrow but he still answers to Owen. this clearly must have lore implications.' PEOPLE. To anyone who has ever had that thought you are the best. i've read i think 3? fics based of it and oh my word im obsessed with that idea and the different takes on it.

and here is where i come to a close. do i have more to say? probably. but my hands hurt and my thoughts are slowing in pace so if you want more feel free to ask id be overjoyed but ask another day. i mean i didn't even touch on his interactions with the other players.

i am so clearly sane and stable about this character btw. i don't know what made you think otherwise.

#new life smp #new life owen #new life sparrow #Thank you again for sending me off on this ramble i think i needed to get it out of my system.#And thank you for anyone that took the time to actually read this! it means a lot to know im not the only one that wants to violently shake #this character.

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ghost-b0i · 6 months

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Izuku Midoriya × F!reader

Warnings: masturbation, pet names (puppy, baby), over the phone sex.

★★Masterlist★★

It's been 2 weeks since you last saw him, and even though there was a 7 hours difference between you it didn't stop him from calling you every morning and every evening. You've been trying to distract yourself from not having him right by your side every night for a while now. Working,meeting friends, watching TV, reading and working on the house, yet he was on your mind 24/7.

But you had his pictures and audio recordings to help with the pain of missing him, yet you had nothing that could help your lust like he could. After all, going from fucking him almost every day to non at all, is a drastic change.

You took your glass of wine and sat on the couch, doing the usual evening routine of watching TV until you fall asleep on the couch.

You scrolled through the channels, until you reached the news channel.

'I wonder if Izu is on there' you thought as you took a sip from your drink and watched.

The reporter was talking about an event involving your beloved Izuku. A video of him saving people from some villain was shown on the screen.

You noticed a new cut on his arm, knowing he'll come home with another scar.

Soon enough you were drowning in your own thoughts, thinking how you would greet him with the new set you bought today. Your thoughts were cut when you heard his voice, you blinked and looked around until you saw him in a post battle interview.

You looked at his face, his emerald green eyes seem to be looking directly at from the screen as he spoke, reassuring the citizens that everything is going to be okay.

You took another sip from your glass as you remembered every time he praised you, reassuring you you can take him.

"Fuck- that's it baby~ you're doing so well taking me inside you" You remembered the sound of his shivering moan.

"Mhm~ you're so tight puppy~ I bearly have space in this pretty pussy of yours"

Your hand moved between your thighs, starting to tease yourself while looking at the him smiling on the screen.

You decide your memory isn't enough and quickly lift your phone from the table to call him. You quickly notice he sent you a voice message.

Your hand moved to touch yourself under the fabric as you played the recording next to your ear while trying to imagine it's his large scared digits that are touching your clothes and not yours.

"Hey puppy" The message started with his cheerful voice "I had a chance to go shopping today, bought something I can't wait to see on you~" His voice sounded a bit dark and he chuckled "I bet you're blushing at that don't you? Imagining all the dirty things I'll do to you?~" You blushed slightly "you do, don't you? My naughty puppy~" You smirk as you feel the blush covering your cheeks. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of that pretty pussy when I get back~ gotta' go now, love ya"

The voice message ended and you moaned as you felt a knot forming in your stomach. You stop touching yourself, not wanting to cum yet.

You dile his number and put the phone to your ear.

It rings twice before he picks up.

"Hey puppy" You can hear he is sleepy "what are you doing"

You moan as you start touching yourself again "fuck I wish you were here so fucking bad~" You moan and you can hear moving on the other side.

"Oh? ~" His voice still low, but you can tell he's awake now "is my pretty Puppy can't control herself?~"

"Saw you on TV" You said feeling ou of breathe "couldn't stop myself"

You groaned before getting up at taking off your pants and underwear off than sat back down and continued.

You bite your lip muffelling your moans

"I wanna hear you Baby~" He demanded "I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours and fuck myself to it"

You blushed even harder now as you continued to touch yourself, moaning into the phone "f-fuck~" You moaned out while starting to finger yourself.

"That's it gorgeous" He moans "you're doing so good for me" He praises. Izuku knows you as he knows your voice. He knows what you sound like when something is fucking your tight cunt. "Fuck I was wish that was me inside of you right now"

You moan loudly, feeling the knot starting to form again.

Izuku is breathing heavily in your ear, panting your name between heavy breaths. You can hear the clapping of skin on skin as he is fucking his fist.

"Fuck~" You moan "so good~" The words are spilling out of your mouth along with heavy panting and shaky breath.

"That's it baby! Cum for me!" He moans as you start heading over the edge, feeling your Orgazam getting closer with every move of your fingers.

"I need you" You moan, looking down under heavy lushes and imagining him eating you out as you start playing with your clit again. Rubbing fast against it as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Oh god!" You moan before starting to scream his hero name while reaching your Orgazam.

You shake as you cum hard, hearing him goraning and moaning on the other side you fuck yourself with your fingers through your Orgazam.

You can hear a shaky moan escaping him as the clapping becomes sloppy.

You both breath heavily, claiming down from your high.

"If I knew you were this desperate for me I would have told you I'm coming home tomorrow instead of keeping it as a surprise" He laughed

"Can't wait" You chuckled.

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banjomelodies · 6 months

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Spoilers (since I recently rewatched Scaras videos and saw comments about the Nameless Child) (+unintentional Ei rant)

I remember seeing a lot of people question Scaramouches whole thing about holding a grudge on a dying child, but, honestly, as an immortal being that was still learning for the most part at the time, I think it makes sense. He mentions in his character stories that he wasn't aware a human could deteriorate and pass on in a single night. To him, he believed he had so much more time. They had made promises, he cared for that child, showed him the home that once imprisoned him. And if you really think about it.. he didn't really witness death like this until now. He never saw Niwas body, and I don't know if he ever actually saw the bodies of the various workers in Tatarasuna when they finally passed away, as he also mentions that he didn't expect to be flooded with a negative emotion upon witnessing death (though granted, his relationship with the Nameless Child would obviously be drastically different than the random acquaintances of Tatarasuna, so there's just a chance that he really didn't get hit by heavy emotions).

All that he was aware of was that he was alone again. Ei abandoned him, and he only knew that Niwa supposedly ran away and left him alone, and then the child he treated as family left him too. Grief forms in so many different ways, and anger at things around you, or the person who is deceased, can be a common part of it. There's anger at being abandoned, anger about how life suddenly changed.. so many different factors go into it. And instead of being able to handle that anger in better ways, he found himself burning down a building, and attempting to off himself in the flames, and when he lived and tried to keep going with a newfound fear and hatred towards humans who only ever broke his expectations, or had the potential of only hurting him more, he landed in a group that took advantage of and fed that anger.

Scaramouche never had the chance to properly grieve or figure out how to handle emotions that were still new to him at the time. Him having a grudge on Niwa, Ei, and The Nameless Child makes sense, as it's all he knew. There was never anyone there who actually tried to properly help him. In his brain, he was abandoned again, and again, and again, and it eventually just spiraled into a hatred for other people.

I know a lot of people don't usually go for the "I'm going to try to analyze the characters emotions!" route when watching videos about things like this, since, obviously, why would you. But, there are legitimate reasons as to why Scaramouche would be mad at someone for dying, and it's a sucky situation all the way through. But the best thing is, he probably finally got over the anger he had on Niwa and The Nameless Child upon becoming The Wanderer (I don't care what anyone says he doesn't owe Ei any forgiveness - Her situation was straight-up just child abandonment. Which, yeah, sure, she was doing it because she didn't want to control him, and wanted him to live his own life without her interference, but you couldn't just like.. leave him a note explaining that? Check on him once in a while? Hell, even drop him off in civilization that'd love and care for him? You imprisoned him for who knows how long in a domain that probably just felt mind-numbing as everything was always the same until he was finally broken free from it. You say you didn't want to interfere with his life, but then threw him into a situation where his life would've sucked and been non-existent as he could only just stare at walls and trees. Unless she was just gunning on humans to break him out to give him an actual meaningful life, considering he didn't have his strength at the time. But this isn't a Raiden Ei being a shitty mom rant post, so uh!!)

Ignoring my Ei rant for a second. I hope this was. A decent read. Despite how short it is. I always loved analyzing Scaramouche as a character, so making posts about his backstory is very fun.

#genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer genshin impact #wanderer #I don't really know what else to do for tags but #I still find it interesting that Scaramouche did genuinely view the Pavilion as a 'prison'. He calls it that multiple times.#he considers it home #but he also fully recognizes the fact he was not there of his own will. and that he was in fact locked away #(correction: i actually think he only refers to it as a prison once my bad)#(i don't want to delete all my tags to correct it)

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sunjakes · 1 year

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born again ; park sunghoon

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader genre: suggestive (minors dni !!), a teeny bit of fluff towards the end kinda warnings: mentions of alcohol, hoon is a cocky little shit, one night stand type of vibes, allusions to a mean dom hoon but with no actual smut, cussing, pet names (darling and doll but he also calls mc a slut😵‍💫), sunghoon taking his costume role too seriously and liking to bite, mc lowkey falls into subspace ?? idk, teeny bit of choking, not proofread word count: 1.8k a/n: i don’t care that it’s january .. spooky season is ALWAYS 🙄 ever since i started to consider writing more suggestive things for hyung line this idea has been screaming from the back of my mind … hope all the hoon whores love this 🫶 ALSO THIS IS NAMED AFTER DRACULA BY F(X) BC THAT SONG SLAYS AND I MISS THEM

despite loving the halloween season, you were never one for costume parties. as a kid, you loved watching your friends and classmates dress up as their favorite characters — parents having small get togethers while their kids wander around neighborhoods, accompanied by older siblings and cousins as they try to see who can collect the most candy.

going into early adulthood, the ambience surrounding the holiday changed drastically. people are still throwing parties, but unlike the ones from your childhood, these ones are filled with loud music, costumes that are barely actual costumes, and gallons upon gallons of alcohol. it just never seemed to pique your interest.

your friends were practically dragging you to this party being thrown by the most popular guy in he area, heeseung. you’ve heard too many stories about him, some of which you could never bring yourself to rehash. just thinking about his track record brings a burning to your face. pulling at the fabric that’s clinging to your abdomen, you huff at the discomfort your costume is causing you.

the pounding music from inside heeseung’s home can be heard as soon as you get out of your friend’s car, and you can already feel a headache forming behind your eyelids. you hesitate to head inside for a millisecond before you’re being dragged by your wrist, your friends far too impatient to wait around.

“c’mon, y/n, it’ll be fun!! you just gotta live a little while we’re still young!”

you roll your eyes as you follow behind them, the music getting infinitely louder as you walk through the door. instantaneously, your friends leave you by the door as they go to hunt out the guys they’ll spend their night with. as you begrudgingly make your way towards the kitchen to make what will likely be your only drink of the night, you look around at the other attendees and the costumes they chose to don.

you aren’t shocked at the amount of repetitive costumes worn throughout the party — a least a half dozen of velmas, daphnes, shaggys, and freds; countless witches, vampires, and even a few comic characters like spiderman and harley quinn; and the amount of girls and guys alike dressed as those ‘mean girls’ style sexy animals makes you scoff.

however, there’s a single person who catches your attention. he’s one of many people wearing some version of a vampire costume — but, unlike the others, you notice he isn’t wearing those fake, plastic fangs — and you aren’t sure if it’s the costume or if you genuinely don’t know him; but you cannot seem to pull any name out of your memory to match his face.

he seemed to be completely on his own just like you were, and you wondered if he came with friends that abandoned him like yours had just moments ago. however, your train of thought gets derailed rather quickly as his eyes meet yours and you feel your face flushing as you look away. you rush into the kitchen to make a stronger concoction than you originally intended, missing the smirk that graced his lips when he caught you staring.

“d’you spot your victim, hoon?”

sunghoon looks over to heeseung, his cocky smirk not leaving his lips. heeseung watches you as you turn the corner, playfully patting sunghoon’s shoulder with a knowing glint in his eyes. chuckling quietly at his friend’s expression, he just shakes his head as he walks back to the main group of partygoers, bidding sunghoon a quiet good luck. nodding as heeseung walks off, sunghoon decides to give you a minute before he heads to meet you in the kitchen, a plan beginning to formulate in his mind.

having already forgotten what various liquors you combined in your cup, you clench your eyes shut as you down its contents in a single go. the burning sensation the drink leaves in your throat seemingly calms you down as you will yourself to not think about the strange interaction you just had. despite it just being a seconds worth of eye contact, you felt your heart racing at the mental image of his face — which has already seemed to burn its way behind your eyelids.

you let the alcohol settle in your stomach for a few moments and you feel your body tense as a strong cologne floods your senses. you could've sworn you were the only person in the kitchen, so you try to rationalize how someone at a party like this managed to appear so quietly. as you weigh your options between ignoring their presence or trying to strike an inevitably boring conversation, you notice how the person feels a lot closer than they were before.

you turn around and meet eyes with the same guy that caught your interest when you first entered the party. you try to hide how your breath hitches in your throat as you're able to get a better look at him than you did before. you swear that the beauty marks on his cheek and nose bridge were placed perfectly, and add a striking handsomeness to his face. a small smirk plays on his lips as you unabashedly check him out, and you notice how one of his fang-like canines pokes along his tinted bottom lip.

"i wasn't expecting to see someone show up to this party dressed like that.."

you roll your eyes at his comment, turning around to grab a bottle of water as you fight the urge to pour more liquor into your cup.

"says the one of twenty vampires in the damn house.. at least my costume isn't so predictable, dracula-"

sunghoon only chuckles at your response, and you turn around to look at him again. you feel your body begin to burn as his eyes trail down your figure, suddenly feeling self conscious. he takes a couple steps towards you, and you back up until your body bumps into the counter. your words get caught in your throat as his hands ghost along your waist before gently holding onto the marble at your sides. looking down at you with a near sadistic smile, you can picture his eyes turning a deep shade of red as he leans close to your ear, his lips grazing against the skin of your earlobe.

“i’m not your typical dracula, darling..”

the gravelly tone in sunghoon's voice pulls a soft whimper from your lips, and you hear him let out another low chuckle as he lets one of his sharp canines run against the skin of your ear, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes. his breath gently fans against your face, and you fight the urge to rest your hands against his chest. regaining some of your composure, you make eye contact with him again as a smug grin of your own tugs on your lips.

"prove it then, mr. cullen-"

your drink cup is long forgotten as sunghoon grabs your arm firmly — yet gentle enough to not hurt you. your mind floods with thoughts and mental images as you note how the muscles in his arm flex with his various movements. leading you to an empty room in heeseung's home, he hastily shuts and locks the door before pushing you against it, his head diving down to start pressing kisses along your jawline and neck.

your mouth gapes open in a gasp as you feel sunghoon slowly bite down onto your neck. his teeth sink into your skin, and a moan bubbles in your throat as you clutch to the shirt on his chest. sucking against the spot for a few moments, he pulls away to observe as the skin flushes a dark shade of red. he only watches for a moment, though, as he begins the same attack on different spots on both sides of your neck.

once fully content, one of his hands slowly makes his way to gently hold onto your bruised neck as he pulls you into a deep and messy kiss. you reciprocate in milliseconds, your grip on sunghoon's shirt loosening as you rest your hands flat on his abdomen, a whine falling into his lips as you feel his nails gently press into the base of your neck. as your lips part, sunghoon takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it with a fervor. more quiet moans tumble from your lips at the newfound sensation, and you wrap your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. you quickly get overwhelmed by the current situation, and sunghoon pulls away once you and him are both panting for air.

with a cocky smirk on his face, his gaze flits from your blown out eyes to your red, swollen lips that are glistening from his and your combined saliva. looking into his eyes which have darkened with lust, you gently tug at strands of his hair in a wordless beg to continue what's been started. sunghoon only chuckles and drops his hand from your neck so he can rest both of his hands on your waist, and the loss of contact makes you instinctively whine.

"what is it, doll? i've barely done a thing, yet you've already turned into a dazed slut."

sunghoon's faux sympathy drops instantaneously with how he spits out the last word, and the way he tugs you closer to him so that both of your hips are pressed together causes another near pornographic moan to fall from between your lips.

"getting you so worked up before you even know my name.. what am i going to do with you, hm?"

you can only manage to respond with near silent pleads, and sunghoon takes a step back from you with a wicked grin, reveling in the way you cry for him at the lack of contact. instead of heading back over to you, he only opens his arms teasingly, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you.

"if you aren't gonna use your words, doll, then you'll need to show me what you want yourself~"

making your way over to sunghoon, you say nothing as you lightly grip onto his shirt again. you bury your face in the crook of his neck as his hands ghost along your waist, pressing wet kisses along the column of his neck as his cologne once again floods your senses. tauntingly cooing at your sudden clinginess, sunghoon slowly moves the two of you towards the empty bed.

as he sits down and pulls you to stand between his legs, he enjoys how you look at him with a blank, doe-eyed expression. the way you're seemingly entranced by sunghoon's every move fills his chest with pride, and all he can do is picture the things he wants to do both with and to you. gently running his hands along your waist and torso, sunghoon presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

"god, darling, you are going to drive me absolutely insane..."

#enhypen drabbles #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon fanfiction #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon smut

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nsmhrniki · 2 years

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✰ to be rewarded w/ a kiss (2/2)！,,

WARNINGS: cussing, suggestive stuff on kenny's part but nothing really happens LMAO, mention of the word "piss" 😧

PAIRING/S: kenny, cartman x reader [ platonic // romantic ]

PRONOUNS: they/them (gender neutral)

GENRE: fluff fluff fluff, sort of crack on kenny's part because

REQUESTED: yes // no (@buffandpuff)

A/N: god i'm finally doneskhs. cartman's is sorta different than the others since it's not reader trying to help him study but im kinda proud of his part 😯 i can finally update my masterlist

here's kyle's and stan's 👍

mccormick, kenny ✰ !

the bell had just rang and you immediately rushed towards kenny's side, nudging him a bit as his head slightly tilts towards you as a way of saying "i'm listening", even with his eyes trained in front of him.

"kenny, quiz right? i'll help u study"

"y/n i really dont ca-"

"2 pm, my house."

you toddle away to your own locker, leaving kenny to mope about how "he doesn't care." it was science; the periodic table. he's only stupid enough to fail that class (and fail the others too). it's been on his mind all day, his eyes drooping in exaggerated pettiness until they drastically widen, as if a light bulb just lit on.

study?? at your house?? for sure, you mean....,, do you? for god you two are glued and drawn together like magnets. he's not sure what your motive is, to confess, or whether it's truly, hopefully like in cliché movies when a couple– when someone invites their partner to "study."

only you two aren't a couple, at least not yet–that's gonna change today!!!!

"you got me to walk all the way here just for you to lend me your books?"

"did you prefer me walking to yours? how ungentlemanly."

"you have a wholeass bike" "that's nothing."

"oh and those aren't the school books they're more of just like summarized stuff i wrote, like way less complicated and easier to study"

"can you at least let me in? i hate to walk like two blocks just to go back after like, i don't know 2 minutes?"

"it's been thre- you know what just get in here. my parents aren't home anyway."

that one line sparks kenny, and if it were possible, his tail would have been startled high and wagging furiously.. giddily, he steps in his delight. you sigh as you reluctantly close the door

"you know where my room is."

this is it!!!

"in the meantime i'll go wash the cherries to eat." ... "what's with that face? go or beat it."

kenny huffs and does as he was told,, dragging his misery and pettiness behind him as it leaves a trail up the stairs.

"y/n i literally hate cherries you know that"

"come on just a bite, my aunt handpicked them!!"

"no"

"i promise you wont regret it"

giving into you practically shoving the cherry into his mouth, he bites it off the stem and uneagerly chews. eyes dramatically squinted with eyebrows quirked in such a way that they put a two-year-old's effort to write a straight line to shame.

"i do regret it–and i also regret being here"

"well if you pass this quiz then you won't and i'll help you with that!", you say confidentally, plopping your books on your table with a force, causing it to shake a little. in an instant, you flip through your pages and stop by the exact lesson the two of you need to study

"you just want a study buddy because if you don't have one you get distracted and completely neglect what you needed to do"

"NOT true, let's get started before i shove all these cherries in your mouth."

it's been a day after that, and right now kenny is staring at the piece of paper you've given to him before you shoved him out your door. telling him to figure that out before quiz day and that he BETTER does because it's easy as hell. and even with that he only decided to think about it an hour before science class

"i dont know what she means man"

after a few seconds of silence kyle finally has it figured out.

"it's a code dude! you gotta make out what it says by their- short forms or whatever i dont know!"

"i thought that too but what she wants me to piss if i pass??? pass equals piss, what??"

...

"dude, try a little harder, alright? get that figured out and you won't regret it."

with that, kyle walks away.

psh, regret. that's what you said too and he sure as hell regrets it. he turns to stare at the peice of paper again...

Phosphorus, Arsenic, Sulfur, Sulfur = Potassium, Iodine, Sulfur, Sulfur

what...does that...mean.. 😰

poor kenny had already given up, handing you the paper awkwardly and confessing his failure.

"god kenny you're so dumb what i meant to say is i'll kiss you properly if you pass!!"

"what..." it's only now that it hits him, reminded that you kissed the side of his mouth before handing him that dumb peice of paper.

"so go ahead and prove it to me that i didn't waste my time trying to teach you!! although you sorta gave that away already thinking potassium is P"

"is it really MY fault that the table tricked me into thinking the short forms are just the first letters of the elements???"

"youre just dumb. no kiss for you."

"NO no i can do this, trust me y/n. watch me"– and that's when your professor hands you the quiz papers. kenny's eyebrows knitted in what you can't figure out as either nervousness or concentration.

he ends up being 3 points away from failure though and you still kiss him because that was your plan anyway 😋

cartman, eric ✰ !

"eric, please at least pass this one quiz and i'll let you off the hook."

"mom!"

"just ONE quiz, eric. please?? this is really important and i dont know why you keep failing all your tests but just this one time i need you to pass this!. it's important and your teacher himself texted me to remind you about it. eric??"

"but..." his voice comes off as meek–far from what he intended. or overall just not what he intended at all

"eric? is there someone, or something bothering you? you know you can tell me anything, you dont need to hide from me."

"u-um,,, y/n! yeah! theyre bothering me and i cant study because of it! theyre really scary, mom!"

nothing but silence from the other door, cartman finally pushes his jacket down in relief.

he has no idea why he chose you, but any student would have been enough to trick her. any student that comes to his mind first

little will he admit you dont just come to his mind first but have been in his mind all day, every day, and he doesnt remember how or when it started. its starting to get,, annoying?????

you're the only person cartman leaves alone, like just not bothers that much in comparison to the others. you can't lay a finger on it. you presume it's because of how you're the only one who cares about him, passing him your school notes even when he literally will not use them (but keeps them anyway for like a day), sharing your food and end up having only two or three bites left, lending to help him with injuries because he doesn't want to go to the nurse's office, etc. and that is exactly why liane loves you, and at that point just mistook you two as best friends when really you're not.

he walked up to you one day during lunch and grabbed you by the shoulders to turn to him, staring at you intently with a threatening scowl as if you've just thrown him the biggest earth-shattering insult ever. your shoulders tense and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you remain silent.

"you! i dont know what you did to me but you better put this spell out or you're dead!"

from that day on, he's been calling you witch,, holding the "you hexed me" card to your face until he shapes it into some sort of spear to annoyingly stab you on the daily,,,thirteen times minimum

really he's just finding an excuse to "talk to you." but i dont think he's aware of that. neither will he ever admit that in that case.

cartman felt he had his mother wrapped around his little finger when he claimed you scare him, which was undoubtedly ridiculous in her sense. liane had to speak with you. she makes it clear that she doubts you scare him, of all people. It may be because cartman isn't used to being cared for; when it's his mother, he denies any concern. you'll never get the answer out of him

you promised to mrs cartman you'd find a way to convince him to study for this test, and she trusted you.

when oh where in his life would he expect you to pull him to a more secluded area in the hall not even a minute after class was dismissed, pecking him on the corner of his mouth while your hands are wrapped around the collar of his jacket.

"pass the quiz and i'll kiss you properly."

he's left on the same spot, confused but rather more stupefied.

he's juggled between purposely failing the quiz or even putting an effort to pass it but the balls keeps slipping from his hands and eyes can't focus on that ball and this ball.

he, for some reason he still doesn't know, did study. eric cartman, studying.

and he doesn't know, and at this point he doesn't want to know.

he did pass, and everyone was beyond stunned. so later that day he'd find you in the halls and out of nowhere snatch you from whatever business you have and look at you dead in the eye.

"i passed, bitch. and i'm waiting."

he supposes he mistook this "spell" as a curse, could it have been a blessing? there's no way, he's still in denial about it. but he doesn't mind having a witch like you maybe make his life a little better.

(he cheated)

Reblogs are appreciated !

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #nsmhrniki ;; south park #nsmhrniki

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pocket-poly · 6 months

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New relationship energy refers to a state of mind experienced at the beginning of relationships, typically involving heightened emotional and sexual feelings and excitement.

NRE is like a drug. AND NOT A POLYAM EXCLUSIVE THING... No joke. It comes in and gives you positive hopeful rose-colored glasses of lust, energy, and mushyness... goodness know I have had my fair share of toxic highs that sent me on worldwinds of adventures but looking back I'd like to punch myself for some choices I made.

Sometimes, I realize when it's passing from NRE to an ORE (old relationship energy) comfort zone... and it freaks me out... I wonder if it's NRE settling down and the powerful drug is losing the *high* it brings with it or am I losing the connection with someone? Or as i have called it before "The shiny wears off".

It's scary most of the time. The fight or fight and fear of hurt and heartache often gets me overthinking. This time it wasn't scary, because I can't yet say I have felt a shift... it just felt comfortable. Since the start. Like a safe landing. Almost as if all my chaos and madness were some sort of obstacle courses to complete, and he was waiting for me at the finish line.

It's been, "officially"

12 month... 52weeks... 365 days... 8760 hours...

ONE YEAR

And HE has made the biggest impact in my life in that time.

I have been loved in ways I have thought only existed in fairy tales and movies. I have been held, kissed, and touched in ways that have taught me to believe and see my own beauty. How my value, my existence & my worthy aren't tied to my abilities to do or give but simply existing is beautiful.

This "whole ass man" as my therapist calls him has spent the last year pouring his love into every Crack, scar, and emotional wound he can find. Simply holding space for ME to do the work, for ME to heal, for ME to grow. And yet he tells me with tears in his eyes, how much "I" have changed "his" life.

I wish I had more vocabulary, to explain the depths of what this last year with him has meant to me & given to me. But I lack the words and language to capture it.

I've experienced so many types of relationships, of different dynamics, and love in many forms. But this... love...energy... connection... has changed my expectations of what I'm willing to accept and has shown me I AM WORTH those expectations.

He came into my life when I was experiencing a drastic shift in my life. My own life was experiencing an Autumn with Upheaval in my blood family & cutting ties there, Upheaval & remodeling my home & home life, ending of relationship a long-term relationship with someone I still loved but I needed to let go of, and another fly by pass with a comet relationship. He... just showed up, and patiently stood here and began listening, cheering and reminding me. "You are amazing"

I have never once in the past year questioned his love, his motive, his feelings, or my place in his life. I had no idea how secure attachment felt before him and how to feel safe in love. Loavingmpeople always meant sacrifice hurt and forgiving.. this is so different, I'm thankful every day I get to experience feeling loved and valued and cared for in the many ways he has done so and chooses to continue to.

We have matching penny Keychains. They have a heart around 2022 on the front and 10/17 stamped on the back. I got them for us on Valentine's Day. I aim for small and highly emotional valued things, simply because I have a large amount of respect for metamores and don't like flashy things.

For our 1 year, I got this washer to go with the penny. It's the long/lat of where we met. And the back of the washer says, "started here" It is simple, and small but so meaningful.

I made a huge leap a year ago... I had no idea it would be one of the best and most impactful choices of my entire life. But it's probably one of the best things to have ever happened to me.

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Hi! I just found you and I devoured your works! I loved them, they made my day 😊 And you're a fan of the Beetlejuice musical as well! I had a glimpse of hope when I read his name in the master list, but was sad to see that nothing was there about him 😭. So I thought about requesting something myself if/when you're free and willing to do it ^^ Maybe a gn reader, a short fluff fanfic where reader is his biggest fan. Not wanting to limit you, let your fantasy go wild, you're very talented! ♥️

☆ Thanks you so very much !! I love this chaotic little demon and I was eager to write for him, I'm not very happy with how it turned but I really hope you like it <3 ☆

Beetlejuice x FanReader

-> Summary: Reader's gender is not specified, a little one-shot and a blurb, fluff, platonic/romantic relationship

-> Warnings: None that I can think of!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

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You had just moved to your new home, an old and historic, dark wooden house whose prior owners almost gave you free.

They explained you that they had the urge to leave it as soon as possible, since "Bizarre things never ceased occurring there."

You took it as just a joke, since it would be easier to convince a young customer to purchase such an old house if they added a bit of drama to it. Maybe the house maintenance was too expensive for them. "Though...", you eventually thought, "They didn't seem as if they were joking..."

However, there you were, waking up on a comfy bed after surviving a surprisingly restful night at your new home. You yawned and stretched your arms before rubbing your eyes with somnolence.

Then, you headed to the bathroom first and started washing your face. As you had your eyes closed when wetting your face, you could swear you had heard a thump behind you. Convinced that it could be the wind, you dried your face and and decided to check behind you in case something dropped.

When you turn around your gaze meets your now completely messy room. All of your clothes are spread around, your desk is upside down and your closet doors, wide open.

"What the..."

"Just a little redecorating, babe, hope you don't mind!" Your breath hitched and your eyes widened the moment you heard a raspy voice followed by laughter coming from behind you, from the mirror.

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, facing the neon-green haired demon that showed you a wide toothy grin.

Your mind raced with a million thoughts and you weren't capable of form a single word. The demon before you laughed again, amused with your apparent fearful reaction.

"Bee- Beetlejuice?" You managed to whisper, your hand touching the mirror glass as an excited smile made it's way to your face.

His expression changed drastically at your words and he quickly got out of the mirror to arrive by the bathroom doorframe, where he floated nervously. His hair had now tinted in the brightest of green except for his yellowish hair ends

"You...know me?"

"Of course I do! You're the ghost with the most, the demon straight from hell, the bioexorcist, the-"

"Woah, calm down, babes. I definitely didn't expect fans, you alright?" He asked apparently uncomfortable, though his bright green hair was revealing that he was indeed really flattered.

"Sorry, I'm just really excited to meet you. I didn't mean to bother you, I moved here just yesterday."

"I know. I spent the whole day thinking of pranks to put on you yesterday." He confessed as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "But you seem like a much better roomie than that decrepit couple, soo..." his hair was getting more and more yellow and his hands were fidgeting with his own striped tie until he mumbled a proposal, "...Roomies?"

Your eyes lit at his proposition and you couldn't help but to release an excited "Yes!" that gave him a huge grin and a bright neon hair.

And of course, he excitedly gave you an autograph.

And about the agreement, you both would win with it: Beetlejuice would have an amazing roommate and neither of you would feel lonely.

Living with him has his pros and cons. Yes, he had the ability to always boost your serotonin with his jokes and his cheerful personality, but he is also the filthiest friend you could ever ask for. Also, he seems to have a black hole for stomach and zero respect for privacy so all your savings end up in snacks, but at least he also eats every cockroach and spider that dares to set foot on your house.

And don't let me get started on visits. He will try to scare them away unless you state really seriously that they're your friends and mustn't be scared. If you seem to appreciate your visitors too much or you are away from home (due to work, college...) too much time, he'll feel so lonely that just only an entire week of spending time with him and him only will be able to cure him.

☆ I love him so much that I'm not capable to order my thoughts properly so to continue this request here is a blurb about living with him !! Hope you understand my chaos ☆

He is a very good friend. He will listen to your problems and will offer solutions, he has very good taste in horror films too so movie nights are a MUST in your house.

He is also the most affectionate, doesn't matter if your relationship is platonic or romantic, he will give you the best bear hugs at any time and will compliment your outfits, jewelry, hairstyle...

Show him about video games!! The previous couple had none but once he discovers them he will have so much fun. He loves playing videogames with you, specially horror ones (he makes fun of you if you play calm games like animal crossing or minecraft but as soon as he is alone in your house you can be sure he will sell shells to Tom Nook or build a sheep farm).

He loves singing too! Karaoke in your house is obligatory, he will sing whatever you put him with all the drama he can gather (but we all know he sings good as hell!)

The most negative thing about living with him is not the smell or mess he usually makes, but his unexistent sense of privacy.

He'll enter in the bathroom whenever you're in, doesn't matter if you're in the toilet or taking a shower, he has no problem with opening the courtain wide and ask you if you ate his cheetos. Picture him as kind of a cat, because your bed will never be yours only again.

With the excuse of feeling lonely he'll end up sleeping every night on your room, sometimes even in your bed too so I hope you buy a bigger one.

It doesn't even have to be romantic or flirtatious, he just wants to sleep with you so he doesn't feel alone (also because he has plenty of nightmares and hugging you tightly after one is far more therapeutic than having to deal with them alone. Evidently, you don't know about this reason. Not yet.)

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