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lithiumfae · 10 months

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✰ Charlie From The Cinema Club ✰

i don’t give any description of reader other than her being a woman, i just added this pic because he looks like such a little loser in it 😭 enjoy <3. the smut felt kinda rushed, sorry :( hoping to hear feedback i’m nervous!!!!!

tags: friends to lovers, ooc robbie??????, sub coded charlie, smut, oral sex.

cw: charlie being kind of a 🚩 (he’s like a crazy obsessed bf), all in all alarming behavior if he were to be a real person. so if you’re uncomfortable w that don’t read <3 it’s nothing too bad though don’t worry, just feel like i needed to say that.

💫 — @quicksilversg1rl @roryculkinsgf @doddernix @milsthouqhts

The cliche of being the new girl came with all that one could expect; the questioning glances from curious people couldn’t wait to see if their first impression was indeed accurate, along with the rumors about the “real” reason she moved towns, and of course which clique was going to take her in.

The cinema club was always looking for new members but the old members tried to steer clear from engaging with anyone that seemed like they had the potential to screw things up. For various reasons but mainly because even though they were a level under the glee club, they were quite selective. Not just anyone was allowed to enter their carefully crafted ecosystem.

Voice traveled fast after she arrived at Woodsboro. The news reaches Charlie’s ears a few days before the school year started. Robbie acting as more of a member of the gossip club also known as the cheerleaders than the cinema club, called him an uneventful Tuesday night.

“Fresh meat,” he said.

Immediately Charlie wanted to laugh. Robbie tended to pretend like he was an expert when it came to women, like he knew how to get girls when that couldn’t be furthest from reality.

“Fresh meat,” Charlie mocked him, making his voice sound nasally. “It’s a girl man, she’s not gonna be too interested in whatever it is you’re trying to do.”

“What? Like you’re a fucking pussy magnet or something.”

“At least I don’t try and fail to get some,” the bickering continued.

Robbie insulted him some more before sighing.

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English class.

Having been sentenced by his undying love for Kirby to sit in front of her for years, he found himself yet again listening to her flirting with God knows who via phone call. Jill sat next to him, smiling at her and wiggling her eyebrows to match Kirby's smirk.

He was in the middle of letting out the most eye watering yawn of his life when he felt Jill slap his arm to get his attention.

“What is he doing?”

Robbie being the he in question.

Apparently he was indeed planning on getting with the new girl, if it wasn’t obvious by the way he managed to be the first one to help her find the only fucking classroom with a red door. The little fucker. He hadn’t mentioned the new girl looking like someone dragged her straight out of a fucking– vogue or whatever magazine that’s got the pretty girls on their pages.

They locked eyes and Robbie lifted one hand pointing at Charlie.

“Yo, move.”

What the fuck?

Was their friendship lacking that solid base that made Robbie willing to kick him to the curb just to impress a pretty girl?

“I can just sit in the back…”

“No it’s okay. I’ll take Robbie’s seat,” because fuck him really. He moved his things feeling a bit jittery knowing she was looking at him while he gathered everything.

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After a couple weeks of sticking to her like a piece of chewed up gum, Robbie had somehow managed to convince her to join the Cinema Club. It took a lot of begging on his part and Charlie was sure she accepted out of pure pity. Whatever the reason was, now he saw her in class and at club meetings.

Even though Charlie thought Robbie’s approach was rather pathetic, honestly the guy was trying too hard, he couldn’t help but put a little more effort in his looks when he knew her eyes were going to be on him.

One day as they waited for the others to fill the room she asked him, “did you put something on it?” As she looked at his hair.

“Uh– This– yeah! I saw this video of a dude putting like, mousse or something,” he responded. “He said it helped with curls… made them fluffy… yeah.”

“Looks bouncy,” and oh god, he could have died at that very moment.

He cleared his throat trying to ignore the few seconds of silence. She smiled and added, “Do you like your hair long? I noticed Robbie keeps it really short.”

“Yeah he’s lazy like that,” he smiled too when he heard her laugh.

Charlie saw her stand up and start walking to the desk he was resting against. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Yes.”

She grabbed the bag on her shoulder and reached inside it pulling out a piece of paper. “Robbie gave me a list of movies to watch so I wouldn’t be lost when you guys talked about them,” she paused. “But I don’t know where to find them so I was wondering if you could help me with that. I don’t want to ask Robbie in case he gets the wrong idea since we spend so much time together already.”

“Umm, yeah, yeah. I can do that,” he would be a fucking fool if he rejected such an opportunity. He reached a hand to get her to pass him the list, “I think I have most of these at home…” he could feel her gaze on the side of his face. “I could, bring them tomorr– or you could go back to my place after school to pick them up,” she didn’t respond immediately and he realized what it had sounded like. “Not like that! Just– you know…”

“No I know, you’re not Robbie,” and she giggled, fucking giggled. She was teasing him. “Okay Charlie, wait for me after school then.”

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She looked out of place in his room.

Like if someone was playing house with only one Barbie and the rest of the things in his room were all from the Transformers universe. Not that Charlie was even slightly similar to Optimus Prime, he resembled a littlest pet shop figurine. If he were to be honest with himself.

“Sit anywhere,” Charlie suggested feeling jittery. She walked to his bed and sat down as she watched him rummage through the pile by his speakers.

He wanted to curl into a little ball and squeal because of how he could feel her gaze burning into his back muscles.

Charlie heard his bed squeak when she moved to find a more comfortable position. “Have you watched all those movies?” She asked, pointing in his direction.

“The ones here,” he patted the pile he was taking CDs from. “The ones I haven’t, are here,” he pointed to the other pile to the right.

“How many movies have you watched?”

“Like, ever?” She nodded. “I don’t know, like, around two hundred? I think?”

“That’s crazy Charlie, Robbie said he’s watched like a thousand.”

Well fuck Robbie.

He forced a laugh, “to be fair Robbie’s got like, a problem or something. I mean, a thousand really?”

As she stood up from the bed she replied, “I’m so relieved you have the movies I need,” and Charlie felt like exploding all over the room when she kneeled beside him on the floor. “I don’t want to be out of the loop,” she smelled like fucking flowers and… sex? No. Too raunchy of a word for a girl like her. Flowers and something alluring. Fucking pheromones.

‘s gotta be.

He was brought back from the brief mind fog he was experiencing when he heard her murmur a “mhm?”

Charlie stared at her with his mouth open for a second, “I’m sorry?”

“Can you hurry? I need to go home in a minute” she smiled. “Sorry.”

“‘s cool,” he reached to the side to grab a random tote bag he could find. “Strict parents?”

“Kinda yeah. I mean it’s only me and my dad so he’s super protective of me.” She moved to help him put the CDs and tapes in the bag, “especially around this time of year when it gets dark early.”

“Lots of creeps hanging around,” he teased her. “I’m joking, probably just Robbie live streaming again. Though I’m not sure what’s worse, a murderer or Robbie.”

She hit his arm while smiling, “he’s not that bad.” She paused. “He’s very nice to me, not creepy at all. He's just… you know, a teenage boy I guess.”

“Yeah.”

“And so are you,” she said as she looked him in the eyes.

A beat of silence. “… and so am I,” he quickly stood up and clapped once. “A teenage boy that will walk you home if you want him to, though.”

Her hand lifted in the air inviting Charlie to help her stand up. “Okay,” she smiled again.

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He had never been totally normal in the head, never quite correctly wired.

When he was four he had a stuffed whale he took everywhere with him. They ate breakfast together, it sat on the sink while his mom gave him a bath. He was so attached to it that when the stuffed animal needed to be washed, Charlie cried until his mom let him skip school so he could sit in front of the washing machine and wait for it to be done.

That would serve as a taste of the type of person he would become in the future. Now a senior in high school the only fitting transition from his stuffed whale to a more grown up fixation had to be the girl who was everything he wanted in a woman.

She was gorgeous and she seemed to enjoy spending time with him.

Ever since the day he walked her home Charlie felt on edge. No reasonable explanation to make him feel such an emotion other than the mutual mention they shared every time they had a conversation.

One of his redeeming qualities was his ability to know when the delusions were clouding his judgment. Being self aware comes in handy when one happens to be a social reject. So he knew he wasn’t making it up, he wasn’t imagining it. He wasn’t imagining the way she would let her fingers fiddle with the collar of his shirt as if it was an unconscious action, or how she had wiped a stray eyelash off his face.

The signs were there.

The doubt made its appearance when he asked himself if she was doing it because she did in fact find him attractive or if all the attention she gave him was part of some big plan to humiliate him. After all, he had fallen victim to something similar in the past.

He would set himself on fire if a pretty girl asked him to so he had to be careful.

It was exciting to think she could actually be interested in him. And maybe it was a long shot but fuck, if it didn’t feel good to hope for the best.

If he were to expand on the self aware side of his personality, he would be forced to admit he was quite the obsessive guy. He liked Kirby for years on end, nothing she did or said to him could make him kill his undying love for her. He used to lay in bed and imagine what perfume she liked to wear the most, he would fantasize about how soft her lips would feel against his. He knew what she loved and hated. She liked her hair short and neat, she liked making fun of scary movies and she specially sporty guys with a tan. In short, she hated everything Charlie was so he never bothered.

But he would really fucking love it if this time around things played out differently.

She was not Kirby.

She didn’t make him feel like a tiny ratty chihuahua begging his master for attention. She seemed him out. She asked him questions about whatever shitty movie Robbie told her to watch.

One could think someone treating him like a human and not a bed bug would make him finally snap out of it, that he would stop acting so needy. On the contrary, this girl seemed to have revitalized his psycho tendencies with a spark fueled by pungent desperation.

After about two weeks of befriending her he had started dreaming about her, not wet dreams, he wouldn’t even think about disrespecting her in that way. But every night before going to bed he gets under the covers with a smile plastered on his otherwise blank face, eager to indulge in the mostly harmless pleasure that is to escape to dreamland to experience what he desires the most.

He saw himself doing mundane things.

He takes her to get her done, then they go buy food to have a picnic. They sit on a blanket as they eat fruit, he looks down at her knees and he sees her pants stained green by the grass that surrounds them. They laugh and they kiss, they giggle in each others arms

Some nights he dreams of her running her hands through his hair, he feels the warmth of her fingers on his scalp. In his dreams he doesn’t fear waking up and forgetting what everything felt like, he can allow himself that small pleasure. In his dreams he writes a letter and he reads it to her. When he wakes up he wishes humans were capable of reading while dreaming that way he could replicate said letter. Maybe the words written down contain the key to make her love him.

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Word travels fast, but it travels even faster when you have a camera surgically attached to your temple.

The entire day, Robbie had been acting weird, and staring at Charlie, whenever the latter opened his mouth. And because Charlie is a bit of an empath himself, he instantly knew his infatuation had been noticed by his best friend.

“Fuck is wrong with you man,” Robbie confronted him.

Ever the coward, Charlie moved to the side trying to walk closer to the classroom door.

“Charlie.”

“Dude we’re gonna be late.”

There’s not gonna be a club if I kill you right now,” Robbie looked down at him. “Let 's talk.”

“Talk about what?” Asked Charlie, choosing to play dumb.

Robbie furrowed his eyebrows and snorted before looking around in disbelief. “Well I don’t know, maybe we should talk about how you’re trying to steal my girl.”

“What girl Robbie?”

“You knew, you fucking knew about it. I called dibs.”

Now it was Charlie’s turn to snort, “dude. How old are we? Five?” He paused. “She just– I don’t know, she’s fun and she doesn’t look like she wants to die when I talk to her. What was I supposed to do?”

“You’ve liked Kirby for years! Why the change?”

“Robbie it’s not that serious, lower your voice,” people were starting to stare. He saw a couple of girls stop by a locker clearly pretending to look for something just to eavesdrop. “It’s not like she’s with you right now…”

The other boys, through his hands in the air, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“That I didn’t like– steal her from you or anything,” he grabbed Robbie’s shoulder and smiled. “Maybe I’m just her type man, nothing wrong with you,” he tried to make the joke land but as his friend blinked at him a beat slower that usual he felt a bit more anxious.

“You weren’t Kirby’s type and you’re her type?”

“…Robbie I was joking,” said Charlie with an awkward laugh. His eyes darted around taking notice of the increasing number of people around them.

“Well I’m not fucking joking,” he got closer to his face. “Stay away, I’m being serious.”

So Charlie was left to deal with the stares and the scratchy throat he got every time he felt embarrassed or humiliated.

The encounter was brief but it left him buzzing the rest of the day, people briefly glanced at him with a little smile on their faces as if they knew something he didn’t. As if he wasn’t present when it all went down.

And honestly fuck Robbie for feeling so fucking entitled. What if he liked her knowing Robbie wanted to get with her too? Out of everyone that lived in Woodsboro the one that was the most deserving of having her was Charlie. Nobody else had taken the time to memorize shit about her. They don’t know anything about her.

Charlie does.

In record time he had learned more about her than anyone in her life, that he was sure of. Because Charlie took people seriously.

So who did Robbie think he was?

All his life he had to settle for the bare minimum when it came to girls and the amount of attention they let him enjoy. Even fucking Jill, the only ever girlfriend he’s ever had, kept him as a secret because she was probably embarrassed to be seen with Charlie from the cinema club. In the past after their breakup, he dealt with a lot of anger whenever he started thinking about their relationship. He would wonder how big of a loser Jill thought him to be if she was comfortable letting him interact with Kirby even after knowing that for years he harbored a crush for her. It’s like she knew there was not a chance of him ever cheating. Or maybe she thought Kirby would never look at him twice. Whatever it was, Jill didn’t take him seriously.

There seemed to exist a pattern of people seeing Charlie as a filler character in one of those cringy Disney romance movies. The comic relief if you will.

No one ever made outright mean comments about his appearance or the things he liked, but that wasn’t because they respected him, it had more to do with the fact that his peers saw him as the silly guy. That silly guy you know, the one that wasn’t even worth ridiculing.

He was under the impression that he had found a friend in Robbie. They cheered each other up whenever the way people ignored them became too much. They both liked the same geeky stuff. But he was willing to let go of him if it meant he had a chance with the girl of his dreams.

What the fuck would Robbie even do with a girl like her. He then remembered him saying how annoying it was when girls put that sticky stuff on their lips.

As if he has ever kissed a girl, the fucking virgin.

She was always wearing makeup, she wasn’t the girl for Robbie. He could never learn how to properly be hers. On the other hand, Charlie already was. In body and soul.

So honestly, fuck Robbie for thinking showing his teeth and growling like a rabid dog would be enough to get Charlie to back off.

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He saw her at the end of the school day as he was putting his things in his backpack. She poked her head past the door frame.

“Hey,” Charlie greeted her.

“Hi. Already heard all about what happened,” she said, making a face.

“… yeah. Robbie’s always been a bit of a diva.”

She walked into the room at a slow pace.

“I feel like you were collateral damage. This morning he waited for me outside the school because wanted to talk,” her face looked kinda funny with how serious she was. So unlike her. “Would you believe me if I told you he professed his undying love for me.”

Charlie continues packing his belongings to look like he didn’t care. “How romantic.”

“It was really weird because he was live streaming the whole time.”

“That’s Robbie for you,” he jokingly said.

“Did he do the sa–”

“Oh no, no. He wasn’t live streaming when he tried to bite my neck open.” Charlie heard her laugh and he looked at her. She looked too guilty for someone that hadn’t done anything wrong. For what reason? He wondered. He hoped she wasn’t feeling guilty for rejecting Robbie. “It’s okay he didn’t do anything too bad. I just think he got the wrong idea, you know.”

“Mmm.”

“Because we’re not like that, Robbie’s just fucking crazy.”

He stared at her for a second longer, he noticed she had that snarky little smirk on her face once again. Once again he wasn’t allowed in the running inside joke she was always cheesing about.

“My dad told me to invite you over tonight.”

And she had the nerve to act like that wasn’t a wild thing to say.

“What?”

She laughed, “last weekend we watched two of the movies you recommended and he really likes them. I told him you’re a friend.

He is.

Charlie felt like Hulk Hogan, fight after fight coming his way. Letting Robbie yell at him in front of everyone was light work, but to risk his life by meeting her overprotective dad was a completely different way of self harm.

“I mean… why though.”

“I don’t know Charlie, maybe he was impressed by your taste in movies, you both have the same old man interests.”

“I also told him you were the same friend that walked me home the other day,” she bumped him with her shoulder.

“Did he call me a good boy for doing that?” He joked.

“Something like that,” she lifted a hand to grab a strand of his hair and she lightly pulled. “Come on, it’ll be fun and wholesome or whatever.”

He already knew he was going to accept but he was a little busy freaking out about what to wear or how to do his hair to voice out his answer. Sure his personality was great and he wasn’t sleazy like most guys his age but he was aware that his looks were completely the opposite of what a father would want for his daughter.

He was already thinking that far ahead.

Should he flat iron his hair? Wear a sweater vest?

“Is he gonna fucking shoot me or what?” He tries for a joke, adding an awkward giggle.

“Don’t make it weird silly,” she smiled. “We can watch a movie in my room after dinner.”

And okay, Charlie was what you would call socially inept but even his baby brain was able to pick up blatant offers such as that one.

“With your dad?”

“… no Charlie.”

He watches her exit the classroom leaving him to panic in the confines of his mind. He made his way to his house on autopilot.

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At first he fully intended to put his hair in a ponytail, he was set on looking as pristine as a seventeen year old boy could look. But as he stares at himself in the mirror the more he realized how a guy that wore a ponytail was definitely not her type.

It made him look like a food delivery guy anyway.

He opted for his usual hairdo. The famous “book that has been read halfway through” Parted down the middle. A button down and khakis, sneakers on his feet.

While he ties his shoelaces he kept thinking back to when he walked her home.

He could see her dads silhouette from afar, he was being illuminated by the lights on the porch. Dude not only sounded scary he was also built like a fucking tank. So Charlie only walked her as far as his faint heart would allow it. Close enough so her dad could see she didn’t walk home alone but not close enough that Charlie could see his face.

He was now wondering if that had been a good choice. What if he gave off cowardly vibes. Which would be a correct assumption but not one Charlie would like to make.

Those few hours before he made his way to her house he moved around in his room like a ghost on debt. His palms clammy.

The final product was the usual Charlie get up plus cologne. Because no man is respectable if he doesn’t smell like a car air freshener personified.

Her dad said a total of five sentences to him the entire evening, but Charlie didn’t sense bad vibes or anything of the sort so he wasn’t too nervous. The only thing that felt mildly threatening were the slaps on the back the man gave him every time Charlie said something a bit funny. His spine and ribs threatened to fall apart after every slap. But hey, he did call him son at least once. A win is a win.

The girl seemed to be a fucking witch or something. It was like she had swapped here dad for a humanoid alien because soon after dinner she had reminded him of the groceries he needed to buy for the birthday party of one of his colleagues at work (Charlie wasn’t entirely sure, he was too busy staring at her tomato sauce stained lips), and her had just stood up and left. He left them home alone.

He dared leave his beautiful teenager daughter home alone with a dude that even knew the perfume she wore. Granted he wasn’t aware of said fact, but still.

Charlie counted his blessings.

She walked her dad to the door and he left after telling her to lock the door until he came back. Charlie would try to make an analogy about him leaving his daughter trapped with a lion inside the house if it wasn’t for the fact that he felt like the prey.

When she came back he was sitting on the couch with his hands under his thighs.

“…so.”

“…so,” she mocked him with a silly voice. “Charlie, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

She waved her hand signaling him to scoot over to make space for her to sit down. “Are you and Jill still together?”

“Wha– what the fuck– who told you about Jill?”

“Is that a yes?”

He stood up from the couch as if it was burning him, he knew his failed relationship with Jill was going to come back and bite him in the ass. “No, what? We– not… anymore.”

“Okay, calm down Charlie,” she was quick to smile and pull him by the arm. “Just that it would be really awkward if I had been imagining it all.”

Imagining what.

“Imagining what,” he repeated out loud.

“Imagining us flirting like middle school kids for like the past, two weeks?”

He wasn’t sure if he was about to pee or explode all over the living room. He had a plan and timelines to follow until he was ready for his feelings to be out in the open like this.

“Ah… Th– I’m not with Jill anymore.”

She pulled at his arm again and he sat back down. “I’m sorry, just that I’m trying to figure out if you were secretly a player all along.”

He laughed. “Definitely not a player.”

“Robbie told me.”

“Man fuck Robbie,” he paused. “I could tell you so many things about Robbie.”

She moved even closer to him and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “Charlie I don’t care about Robbie,” she made another move on him and grabbed his sweaty hand. “Don’t think too much about it, I orchestrated this whole fucking thing just to get my dad out of the house tonight.”

He looked down at his lap. “I’m so confused right now.”

“How long do you think it takes someone to buy groceries and birthday balloons?”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Charlie I know!”

“You know?”

She giggled as she tucked one of her legs under herself, touching Charlie’s thigh with hers. “Look at you Charlie, of course I know.”

“Did Robbie–?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, yeah.”

She hadn’t let go of his hand so she dragged him with her when she laid back on the couch. He awkwardly tried to get comfortable in between her legs.

Looking down at her he wondered if all the trials and tribulations he had endured were needed to be able to see such a woman gazing up at him. Her hands always seemed to find themselves worrying with his untamed hair, she was pushing it back, away from his face.

“I don’t mind it,” she said.

“Huh?”

“I don’t care that you’re a virgin, it’s kind of charming actually.”

If it was said by anyone else he would have taken it as mocking, but she had never looked down at him for stuttering or sometimes avoiding eye contact.

“I’m about to be really charming. I don’t know what the fuck to do,” he noticed her eyelids sparkled under the pendant lamp hanging over them. She was so dreamy he would believe her if she told him they naturally did that and that it wasn’t make up.

“As long as you don’t think about Jill while kissing me…” she teased him.

He hovered his lips over hers before whispering, “never.”

They kissed and it wasn’t something cheesy and corny like you hear kisses be described in the movies, no sparkles or fireworks being set off. Instead Charlie felt hot all over and he had to cut the kiss short to take a deep breath. He noticed her moving her gaze all over his face.

“Again?”

“Yes please.” He replied.

He was supporting his weight on his forearms and she had one of her hands on his shoulder while the other one rested on the side of his neck. They kissed again and he was so aware of everything happening at the moment, he tried not to breathe too much on her face, he didn’t want his arms to give out and to squish her. Too much happening all at once, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He felt the corners of her lips curving up when she noticed him pulling away for a second to catch his breath. If it wasn’t for the suffocating heat that was located in his pants he would describe the make out session as overall quite wholesome.

Next time he pulled away she held his face with both her hands, “you’re all red.”

“Oh yeah, it happens.”

“When you kiss Jill?”

He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t hold his smile so he retaliated by tickling her. He dived in again with more confidence now that their lips had warmed up against each another. His arms not being used to exercise or effort of any kind were starting to go numb so he moved to lay on his side. She was quick to get comfortable and mirrored his position all without stopping their kissing.

Feeling the tiniest bit bolder, Charlie grabbed her thigh and made her position it over his waist. He wanted her to consume him whole. The hair on his hairline was starting to stick to his forehead, and of course she noticed this.

“Are you hot?”

“A little yeah.”

Her hands pulled at the collar of his button down, “take it off.” She helped him slide it down his back and she threw it under the coffee table, the rush of it all made him laugh. “Not that I don’t like this but I really want to get to the good part.”

“Th– yeah, yeah. Cool. Okay.”

Whenever he felt uncertain about something he chose to copy what others around him were doing, the same thing was happening at that moment. He rose up with her and he watched her slip her clothes off.

She started by standing up and unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her thighs, he watched her as she rushed to get rid of them. When she noticed he wasn’t moving she looked at him and said, “come on Charlie. You want me to undress you too? Like a little baby?”

“Yeah, no, sorry.”

She softly laughed and helped him with his pants anyway. And god, Charlie could have burst into flames from the sheer panic and excitement he felt when her hands made contact with the skin on his legs.

“I don’t– fuck I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do,” he lamely tried to excuse himself.

She seemed to ignore his words and didn’t bother to acknowledge them, she stood in front of him almost completely naked– she had kept her bra and her flowy blouse. As he paused for a second to take in the sight in front of him he let himself put his panic aside. He had gotten this far so she was clearly into him, he doubted his lack of experience was going to be a turn off.

Taking advantage of the moment of confidence he reached to touch her waist weakly pulling her towards him.

She moved to straddle him, “I know, I don’t care.”

They kissed again but this time around she moved from his lips all the way down his body. Her hands found his cock before her lips reached it.

“Woah– what, wait you don’t have to.”

“I kinda do, I don’t have lube. Do you?”

“Of course not, sorry.”

And fuck, during all the time he had known her he had never dared fantasize about her in any sexual scenario so he had nothing to compare to what he was seeing. She stopped for a second to just look at him. The view was downright sinful. Her precious face looked all different types of beautiful. Innocent, her eyes seemed glossy and alert. Expectant, for what was to come. And aroused, for what she was about to do.

“Don’t pull my hair,” she said.

And he wasn’t even thinking about doing it, how could he, when it was her job to pull his. The only one allowed to mess up anyone’s hair was her.

Instead he rested his arms on the backrest of the sofa. It felt programmed, the way he threw his head back the moment he felt the suffocating heat around his cock. He almost closed his legs on instinct.

“Ah��!” He moaned.

He knew she was only doing this to get him wet enough so they could fuck but he hoped she’d let him experience these feelings again sometime in the future. His own hand around his cock didn’t feel even remotely similar to the engulfing pleasure he felt all over his body, he thought nobody could compare to his own hands, after all who knew him better than himself? Oh but how wrong he was.

Attempting to regain some composure he tried to distract his mind by looking around the room, then down his body. The little makeup she was wearing on her lips was smeared down his chest and the marks disappeared before they reached where her lips currently were.

A failed attempt it was.

Her wet lips and the sounds they were making around him made him feel the pleasure from the tips of his hair down to his toes, it was strange and unlike anything he had ever felt.

She squeezed one of his knees before pulling him out of her mouth and going back to straddle him.

“I’m scared my dad is gonna knock on the door any moment now,” she said before coughing and when he looked at her lips he saw there was spit all around them so he wiped it with his thumb. “Sorry, it’s been a while.”

And for a moment she looked the tiniest bit embarrassed, Charlie wasn’t going to let that happen.

“It’s been forever for me you know,” she laughed and went in for a kiss but she stopped before their lips connected. “What?”

“Guys don’t like to kiss after you blow them.”

And that made no fucking sense to him, what. “Just kiss me, I’m scared, if you don’t kiss me I’ll die,” he joked.

“I like you a lot Charlie.”

He giggled like a fool so he covered his face with his hand. “Yeah.”

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For the first round she rode him because he could not, for the love of god, get the hang of it quick enough. He lasted for all of five minutes. With his ears still ringing from his orgasm he almost had a heart attack when they heard someone yelling outside.

Thanks to whatever higher power there was, it wasn’t her dad doing a war cry getting ready to kill Charlie.

“Neighbors,” she said, laughing in his face.

“Stop laughing. My dick almost went inside my body.”

Her loud laugh made his ears hurt a little but the joy he was feeling drowned any existing annoyance. “That would be bad because how would you fuck me again before my dad gets home?”

“What? Like, now?”

“Yes, now dummy,” she laid her back on the couch before she continued, “but I’m exhausted, let’s do it like this.”

“Okay… kinda like what you did but, like this. Okay. Yeah. I can do it.”

It was simple really. It was nothing but a change of angles. Yes.

They were both equally as sweaty but unlike Charlie she looked alluring with the small droplets of perspiration littering the expanse of her chest. He couldn’t help himself, his head lowered over the apex of one of her breasts. A bit shy at first, he left a peck there. Her skin felt feverish.

Her soft moan encouraged him to indulge in his desire to keep doing that for a bit longer but on her other breast. This time he licked her nipple and like clockwork her fingers rushed to tangle themselves in his hair.

“Fuck.”

“This okay?” He whispered. She hummed letting him know her answer was positive so he continued. He only let up when the skin around her nipples looked pinkish and closer to painful than tender.

“Wrap your legs around me, help me,” she obliged, drawing him closer to her. He went in for a kiss to get rid of the nerves he felt right before sliding inside her.

They moaned in unison. Waiting to get his confidence back he let himself stare at her yet again.

“What?” She asked, moving her head to the side, as if to avoid his gaze.

“You’re just really fucking pretty. I haven’t had the time to freak out,” at his words she looked back at him and she caressed his face with her hand. Before adding to what he had said he grabbed one of her knees to start moving, “I’m so happy.”

It all felt so domestic, the chatter while he lazily thrusted, the way they were smiling at each other, he loved it.

They didn’t talk for a brief while.

Charlie had a lot more control like this, now both of his hands were resting on the back of her thighs and he was thrusting with more of a rhythm. The sounds both of their bodies combined made were so flustering, wet and arousing. His cock had never felt quite like this, he honestly thought he could go for hours if it wasn’t for the impending doom of her dad’s arrival.

“Can I– Can I go faster please?” He waited for her to nod before putting more of his weight on his hands to be able to fuck her with more force.

He slid in and out in a frenzy, he felt like he would die if he stopped to take a breather, the sound of her loud moans were not helping at all. Now he couldn’t stop staring at her pussy and the way it glistened with their combined slick, the sight was sure to plague his mind in the days to come.

He never thought he would be allowed to fuck the girl he had been obsessing over for weeks. He no longer would have to imagine what her skin smelled like, or how she would move her lips when they made out. He knew now. This was the equivalent of having your third eye open.

“Fuck Charlie!”

“Yeah baby?” He laughed. “Can I call you that?”

“You can call me anything I don’t fucking care, just keep fucking me.”

He paused for a second before replying, “then, can I call you mine?”

She stopped mid moan to laugh out loud and squeeze his cheeks. “Shut up.”

“Ah, Ah–” his pants filled the room.

“Charlie I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.”

His thrusts were becoming weak due to the fatigue in his legs so he went back to supporting his weight on his knees. “Can you turn aro–” before he finished his sentence she was already moving. And fuck, her face was pretty to look at but her ass was going to haunt his dreams until the day he died.

“Come on, fuck me.”

And even though Charlie was a virgin, painfully so, he always preferred to watch shitty porn if the couples in the videos were doing it doggystyle. Something about being able to grab a woman’s hips with more strength aroused him more than anything.

He made quick work of sliding back inside her and this time he didn’t wait for her signal to start moving. For just a moment he let himself forget all about being Prince Charming and he allowed the more animalistic and primal side of him to come outside to play. His hips collided with her plush ass making loud sounds, the unmistakable singsong of just two passionate lovers blinded by the suffocating heat of their linked bodies.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ah! Charlie!”

“I know,” his voice came out whiny and desperate in tone. He wasn’t sure who was going to be the first one to let the tears flow down their cheeks. He felt like sobbing because of the overwhelming pleasure and other more innocent feelings in his heart. “Fuck I think I love you, what the fuck.”

His words seemed to make way for her pending orgasm from minutes ago before they changed positions. Her torso lifted up away from the couch and bumped into Charlie’s chest.

The sudden movement along with the cold feeling on his legs made him look down once again, he saw her leaking on his legs. Good god. “Sorry,” she tried to apologize when she noticed him with his head down.

“You keep on getting better huh?” Charlie rested his forehead on her shoulder. “You’re so fucking sexy, I’m going insane.”

They took a few seconds to catch their breath. She weakly massaged his scalp with her fingers. Charlie lifted his head from her shoulder to ask for a kiss.

“Pull out.”

“Mmm…” he groaned.

“Don’t be dumb, pull out so I can jerk you off. My dad’s been away for like an hour now,” He groaned again just to be funny. “Come on.

The sound her pussy made when he pulled out was nothing short of obscene. They were all sticky and sweaty. A mixture of bodily fluids that if it had been anyone else, Charlie wouldn’t have wanted them to touch his still hard cock.

She chose to sit on the carpet between his legs, the exhaustion was starting to catch up to her as well as she rested her face on her knees.

“It kinda hurts,” he said.

“Let’s make it stop then, yeah baby?”

At that he didn’t even bother voicing out his response, he just stared at her with her mouth open like he was trying to catch flies.

This time she didn’t need to add saliva to make the glide more pleasant, her juices had already taken care of that. Her hand closed around him and he felt like a virgin all over again, he was never going to get used to all her body parts touching him.

It didn’t take long before he lost control of his limbs, he was hunched over, gripping the couch cushions to keep himself from touching her as he didn’t want to bother her in any way.

“Ah– gonna cum,” he whined, his voice going higher than usual.

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my fist?” He nodded like a dumb puppy. “Go on then. Don’t want my dad to find us like this right?”

“No baby, no. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” The tip of his cock was a painful red shade almost purple, he had been hard for far too long. “Ah– Please, it hurts.”

“I’m not doing anything to stop you.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, fuck,” one of his hands was hanging in the air, clenching on nothing. She saw it and linked their hands together. He was looking at her so intently waiting for her to get the words he was trying to say, he nodded, his eyes glossy with tear.

“Wanna kiss me?”

“Uh-huh,” he dumbly said, nodding again. And as they kissed for the hundredth time that night she sped up the speed of her other hand.

His cum slid down her closed fist and he felt the tears he was holding in slide down his cheeks, wetting her face too in the process. She kept kissing him until he had stopped whining and panting so desperately.

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“Dad is gonna think an earthquake hit while he was gone,” she joked once they had parted.

Confused Charlie asked, “huh?”

“Look around, everything is messy. And my hands are all dirty.”

“Not only our hands, we’re all sweaty.”

“Right but we don’t have time to shower,” she pushed his sweaty and tangled hair away from his face. “So you’re gonna put your clothes back on and pretend nothing happened, like a good boy. Yeah?”

“…yeah,” he replied after a pause. “Like a good boy.”

“And I’m gonna do the same and wipe my hands clean with a napkin.”

It was like she had flipped a switch. In a quick moment she had changed back to the sweet girl he knew. Gone was the sex goddess he saw while cumming his brains out.

He did what she told him to do and also fixed the cushions on the couch. He watched her move around the living room like a working bee. Moving things here and there. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and when he opened them again she was standing in front of him holding a hair brush for him to grab.

“You look like you were electrocuted,” it was kind of silly the way he was back to feeling self conscious the moment he was fully clothed again. Like the angel she was, she noticed him looking a bit embarrassed so she added, “it’s cute Charlie.”

He smiled.

“Just that you can’t look like that when my dad is right outside the door.”

“What!?”

His scalp was on fire because of how quick and rough he brushed his hair to get it tangle free, all the while she laughed at him on her way to the door. Charlie discreetly whipped his face with his sleeve, just in case.

Her dad walked inside the house holding bags and bags of groceries. Charlie felt like making a run for it and just pushing the man aside to escape. For some stupid reason he felt like her dad somehow knew what they were getting up to while he was gone.

Once her dad carried all the groceries inside the house he put them on the kitchen counter and shouted, “Kids?”

Charlie almost pooped his heart out.

“Why are the windows open?”

Charlie looked at her in panic, she ignored him choosing instead to walk to the kitchen. “There was a cockroach flying around and Charlie helped me get rid of it. Huge thing. Really, I almost cried dad.

And the man laughed as he spoke loudly for Charlie to hear, “thanks kid, this girl is terrified of those. You’re a lifesaver.”

“… yes sir. Anytime… anytime.”

#charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x you #scream 4 #rory culkin

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leclerced · 5 months

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no okay so imagine it’s driver reader, she’s in f2 but is also the hottest girl to ever exist. like im picturing madison beer/megan fox type hot. the other drivers have met her on occasion and all follow her and always talk ab how hot she is and how she’s their dream girl and they all act super tough thinking they’ll be able to score a date w her but it ofc never works for them lol. oscars so smug hearing them all talk ab how hot she is knowing she’s his and only his. and he’s the only one that makes her beg and cry for him to fuck her.

anyways yk how oscars always talking ab his gf irl, bringing her up in interviews and stuff. imagine it’s the same in this au- he’s always like “my girlfriend did this for me” or “my girlfriend took that pic” etc in interviews or challenges or whatever.

one day they’re at some event w all the f1 and f2 drivers and maybe some journalists are there and she’s all over oscar. and this bitchy journalist starts attacking her like “he has a girlfriend wtf is wrong with u” and basically calling her a slut and scoffing at her saying hot girls always think they’re entitled to everything when really everyone knows it’s coming from a place of jealousy instead of girl code and she just cocks her head like “who do you think his gf is?” And he just so dramatically goes “hey baby” and leans in to open mouth tongue kiss her in front of everyone and all of their jaws just drop when it clicks bc how the HELL did oscar manage to pull her?

n she’s like it’s always the quiet ones ;) and winks and struts away n he smirks and just follows her

i’m obsessed djdjdj

i love this sm i have sm things to add??

her being kinda like a playboy?? she’s never publicly dated someone but flirts with everyone just to see them blush and stutter. anytime she’s asked about her relationship status, she tells them that she’s committed to racing and doesn’t have time for a relationship. i like to think she’d get reallly popular because she’s so pretty like as soon as she starts winning races and working her way up the ranks, everyone wants a piece of her. rumors about her dating her teammates and other drivers or random celebs who liked her posts pop up all the time and she’s always quick to shut them down.

love the idea of her being a bit of an influencer like her instagram game is on point, perfect matching theme that goes back years. and then suddenly theres a guy on her page and she’s in her soft launch era but she’s a menace so it’s like pictures of the hickeys on his chest while she straddles him. for like a year straight she’s posting raunchy photos of them with their faces cropped out while still being like "yea i don’t have a boyfriend!" but oscar is constantly talking about his girlfriend and how much he loves her. complete opposites.

so then when they're spotted with her hanging off him for days in a row at some weekend long event or a race weekend maybe, people are talking about it online wondering why he's letting her hang off him like that when he's got a girlfriend. people mad at her for trying to ruin his relationship. so many memes about his "girlfriend" seeing it on the tv and crying herself to sleep.

and then, cameras catch her kissing him and immediately it gets so much worse. twitter is trending with their names, everyone is wondering why the hot shot f2 driver is macking on the rookie mclaren driver on international tv when minutes before he was talking about how much he loves his girlfriend in an interview. someone has the balls to confront them but gets so embarrassed when he's like "not that it's any of your business, but this is my girlfriend." and they'd apologize but she's kinda nice for once and tells them they have nothing to apologize for bc literally no one knew! they'd probably do an interview to answer questions ab their secret relationship and she makes sm dirty jokes about him and how everyone is like. shocked by the things she says about him? and he just sits there smiling and blushing.

this is toxic and kinda ab cheating but i like to imagine her crushing on oscar and him having a girlfriend so she gets asked in an interview if she has any crushes or smth and she says him. the interviewer is like “aw well too bad he’s got a girlfriend!” and she just says “okay and? he can call me when they breakup, he has my number.” and it starts sm drama with everyone talking about how hot girls think they can do whatever they want and ruin relationships and blah blah blah. and then his relationship ends bc he doesn't see how it's a problem to just have her number saved in his phone. they'd have talked years before when they raced in the same leagues before he got bumped up faster, so she's just a stranger to him. but girlfriend ends up breaking things off because it becomes a running joke that the woman leading the f2 championship is just waiting for oscar piastri while every one else pines after her. even lando and logan are making jokes ab how ofc its him that she has a crush on, the one guy who has been in a relationship since school.

#ask #anon

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Tbh, I noticed the hint that she was murdered in the fic, but I was kinda leaning on the theory that the turtles themselves killed her while I was thinking about my theory

But I just wanted to share my theory w u despite knowing that

And holy fuck I forgot about mayhem. Are they going to be walking into the pic soon? I'm excited that's for sure

I love your au btw <33 it's just Amazing

HOWLING PISSING CRYING TYSM??? Made the reader human for this one, also this kind of has Yandere themes?? Not sure how to put it, besties. sobbing /hj ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mayhem didn't escape with the ooze vial successfully (obviously)

Mayhem DOES get injured after getting captured by those weird fucks with the dogs + the turtles

If the reader finds them similar to how April found him in the show, They/He might find the turtles too, the weirdos with the dogs took the vial and the turtles were supposed to 'dispose' of Mayhem

Of course, Mayhem bolts and ends up finding you

Since the turtles find you with Mayhem, they try to attack you, Only for Mayhem to teleport y'all to the opposite side of the city for safety

You adopt Mayhem as your little Dog-thingy, they love being around you and get skittish if they detect Yokai or Mutants around you

They do love being around you because they're ALWAYS near you so you can be safely teleported away in case the turtles find you again

They've already seen you, it's dangerous for you to be alone without an escape plan!

Mayhem ends up leading you to the Mutants that are more Friendly, like Repo

Since Mayhem has been in your life, you've been happier, you've found friends who genuinely enjoy your presence (The friendly Mutants)

However, all good things come to an end

The Turtles find you.

They've been stalking you whenever they can

Oddly enough they're smitten, however, they still need to get that mutt of an animal

but they're starting to lose interest in that

If you're under The Friendly Mutants protection, Mayhem might be more relaxed with being around you, the Turtles use this to their advantage and attempt to kidnap you

Depending on who's around you, It could be successful or a bust

Meat Sweats or Repo and His cat around you? Absolute bust

Warren or Repo WITHOUT his cat, you're now surprise adopted.

Mayhem freaks the fuck out the minute they find out you're with the Turtles and Instantly teleports to you after tracking your general area through scent

Mayhem does end up freeing you, but at a cost, The turtles severely wound them and Mayhem has to teleport multiple times away from them due to Leo's Sword.

Since Mayhem is a Yokai, you can't bring them to a normal Vet, so the only way for them to get safely cared for is you going back into the maw of death

The turtles make a trade with you, They have since gave fuck-all about Mayhem and are more interested in YOU

So, You surrender, as long as they help Mayhem get care in the Hidden city

As much as I can slander the Dark! AU turtles, They do keep their word.

Donnie puts a tracker in you so that now, If you decide to back out when Mayhem feels better, he can find you

The Dark! AU turtles are direct, possessive and Obsessive, getting their attention is hard, but DAMN is it harder to make them no longer pay attention to you

They churr as Leo takes Mayhem to an Animal Yokai Vet(?)

After that you're kinda forced into a cuddle pile with them, there isn't much escape after that, you dug and nailed your own coffin

But for Mayhem, It's worth it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Can y'all tell how much I fuckingn lov e mayhem

#yandere rottmnt #save rottmnt #dark! rottmnt au #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #mayhem rottmnt

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hellodeez · 1 year

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Hii can i request platonic over protective Carlos Oliveira with little brother reader? Like carlos only want the best for his little brother just some cute stuff and not sad (please)

Carlos Oliveira x Brother!Reader !!

Srry this took forever omg💔 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT also these are headcannons cus i wasnt sure what you wanted 😭 Carlos my hispanic king 🫶ALSO IM OBSESSED WITH THAT TBH CREATURE PIC

Summary: Carlos being an overprotective (but loving) brother

Warnings: swearing, swearing in Spanish, A LOT of Spanish, I think thats abt it tbh

Im obsessed w/ Aventura rn

If you ever get a partner Carlos will be full on INTERROGATING them 😭

"Do you really love my brother?" Y-Ye-" "ANSWER FASTER"

you'll have to force him to stop bc ya sabes cómo son los hermanos mayores they're really protective 😭

will fight anyone who even looks at you slightly wrong

"Pinche pedazo de mierda, que estás mirando pendejo!" "...Carlos stop"

will barge into your room to talk about something completely random or just rage about something that happened in his day

"Y luego este wey me dijo que-" "Carlos, it's 3 AM, vete a dormir"

will treat you like you're still a little kid even if you're maybe only like a year or 2 younger than him

definitely an Aventura fan and will purposefully sing awfully just to piss you off (I feel like he has a beautiful singing voice tbh)

will still say "sana sana colita de rana si no sana hoy, sanara mañana" to you when you get hurt (if you don't know what that means it's a Spanish rhyme often told to little kids to calm them down when they're hurt)

Will send you memes like this

Mf will probably facetimes you when he's in the bathroom too bc he "misses his hermanito" (he's only been in there for 5 minutes and he's bored)

Kinda unrelated but probs says "tengo mimis" instead of "tengo sueño"

THIS IS SO SHORT SORRY AHHHDHJDHD

Also I can translate these words for anyone if you don't understand what they mean

#x male reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x male reader #resident evil #resident evil x male reader

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sugarsnappeases · 21 days

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hi Kara my love!!! what is ur fav piece of jewelry?? And or accessory? <333

skye darling hello!!!

i think my fave piece of jewellery is this necklace i have that i’ve hardly ever taken off since i got it like five years ago… it’s a dinosaur hang on i’ll see if i can find a picture….

here she is that took me so long to find and it’s still kinda a shitty picture but you get the gist… i am constantly just like biting it, in fact i’m gnawing away at it as we speak but yeah she’s my favourite ever i’m obsessed w her…. for an accessory i feel like i’d probs have to say my black sunglasses bc the second the sun is out i’m literally never be without them bc my poor eyes cannot stand to be in direct sunlight… hang on let me see if i have a picture of them…..

here they are sat merry upon my head when my hair used to be this weird kinda faded red colour (this pic was taken in october lol can you tell i don’t take many pictures) anyway thanks so much for asking!!!!

#skye tag #love you!!! also i promise i’ll listen to ur messages the second i have the chance im very excited to hear what u have to say!!#just need to make sure i can dedicate the correct amount of attention to them <3333 anyway love youuuuu #ask games

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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months

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Niche history ramble(also boy king mention at the end ofc) //

I was reading abt Maximillian I today, the second Habsburg emperor, bcs ive prev read about his father who I think is very interesting. But omg somehow this guy is even more interesting, but in a completely different way(I like his father Frederick III bcs I think his life is very funny ooc, but Maximilian I is genuinely really cool!) Also it's surprising to me that it took me this long to read about him, considering I very vividly remember seeing his portrait in a museum in Vienna. It's weird looking at it being used as the display pic for his wiki page bcs im like ...I've seen that in real life omg....

He's referred to as "The Last Knight"(as well as being nicknamed "Heart of Steel") And god I love now having random knowledge, cause I'm reading this like "ha, how very Don Quixote of him" and then the very next line in the biography was like, historians question whether he genuinely was like a knight or if he was a Don Quixotic figure 😭😭 glad to see I was on mark. Anyways, I wonder if Cervantes knew abt this, like I wonder if him being popularized as the last knight was a widely known thing back then. It's funny how Don Quixote was written at the end of the 16th century, but even back in the beginning of the century, being a knight was still kinda an outdated thing. I like how the two views on Maximillian I are either that he was the Last Knight or the first Rennaisance prince who had Machiavellian ideals. It fits into my weird obsession w those two works(The Prince and Don Quixote)

Anyways that being said. Boy King au Fernando is def like this, except he has literally nothing to back it up djfkkglg. Like at least Maximilian I was actually out there being insane. Fernando just sits in his cozy reading room, fantasizing while reading The Prince, and commissioning suits of armor as decoration(thats what he says. The real purpose is to dress up in them so he can feel cool.) I think this is honestly a reason he goes along with the marriage. He begrudgingly finds Seb's family history to be very cool and interesting, and he isn't opposed to being around it 🤭 Well, begrudgingly isn't the right word. He's very earnestly obsessed with it, but he can never tell Seb that bcs Seb will literally never let it go.

Seb just finds him staring up at paintings of Seb's ancestors, and Fernando, tears in eyes, hand on his heart, proclaims "I'll continue your legacy!!!" Seb is both mocking him like "he's not even your relative" but also has tears in his eyes like omg he's my family 🥺 he's accepted being my family 🥹

#suffering in silence: no one irl wants to hear my habsburg stories </3 #im in an austrian studies class and im like omg right up my alley #and then all he talks about are sisi and franz josef SOB #this is very pretentious of me and ALSO a joke yknow #but he showed a family tree of the Habsburg. but it started at the top w maria theresa #so like. its not really a habsburg family tree. its the habsburg-lorraine tree :)#ik it goes back way too far for us to be able to meaningfully cover all of it or even a lot of it #but im like YOU KNOW THERES PEOPLE FROM BEFORE RIGHT??? 😭#as i said to my friends. if theres photographic evidence of this person then i am not interested #<- basically. pre 19th century guys are my favs :)#i mean i like josef ii and maria theresa but ideally my favs are early 1700s and earlier #well anyways #this comes hand in hand w my characterization of boy king stuff #like i read these and i am genuinely interested and want to regal it to other people bcs yay history!#but then my second thought is: okay how do i apply this to the boys #im getting deeper into fernando's characterization lately #i think hes the type to be like. i was born in the wrong century 😔#catie.rambling.txt #boy king au

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zoekrystall · 7 months

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Anyways positive stuff. Kinda obsessed w the coffin of andy and leyley and oh I will not go into that tag again. I couldn't care less if you ship em I find it more funny how so many really think people purely ship toxic ships bc they think it's healthy. These people love to forget nuance is a thing that exists just to feel moral superior. Andy and leyley's relationship is toxic as fuck I don't think anyone interested in the game doesn't know that. Also while yes most ship em romantic does ship not equal romantic. Had to learn that one myself from more older fandom veterans.

Anyhow I am obsessed w ashley in a potential kin kinda way since part 1 (maybe she also just reminds me of how possessive I got. minus the uh murder. also other toxic manners I hopefully left mostly in the past. never said I was pure.) and had to make a new twt icon a bit ago and this one took way more hours than I would like to admit. Got the sprites from a discord. (Also in other news finally changed my twt @ so it's the same as everywhere else. didn't do it prior bc I feared random suspension but tested on another which showed it was fine to do). Also kinda reminds me of my oc zoe w her murder lust and smugness which also just adds to me liking her. Obsessed w the artstyle too I love it sm.

Primarily took so long bc no idea for bg and then I wanted it to match that header (same on my horror sideblog bc I love it sm) and searched pexels too long and then I wanted the shade to match the header one (kinda gave up it was almost 6am when I finished). Also since how I changed the sprite made some lines purple did I change that. I just slapped the blood on a black background to test what pic I could use as header (testing layout fits on ibispaint before I actually update them) and almost wanted to just use that. Ig if anyone wants it.

I want to make her my icon on here so badly too but I worked hard on the current halloween one,,,

At least got her on whatsapp too but w a different sprite and bg. Maybe discord once halloween is over I just need to come up w a layout and a fitting "_ rose" display name.

#a wild lux appears #If anyone in the fandom sees this and wants an icon hi tell specifics my blacklist for that is almost non-existent #tw blood #Don't think I ever tagged it but in case it lands in search even tho I didn't tag anything #But alas words in posts are enough. Nightmare search.#Use the ones in this post if ya want idc. Credit would be neat.#Nonetheless won't tag the fandom. Maybe if I ever make a icon set since there really isn't much content

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jinbejeweled · 2 years

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Now That I Have You, I'm Never Letting You Go.

Confessions and a Bitter Rejection

TW: Homphobia, use of harmful words, stalking, and... I think that's it. Leave a comment if there's more. I'm sorry this is my first time.

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He let him borrow his pen.

It started when M/N borrowed Will's pen. Will felt a sudden spark when his index touched the other's hand. It's this electricity of love running through his veins and reaching for his heart. This is a feeling he had felt before... Before leaving Hawkins, Indiana.

The first spark he felt had died out easily. Now that it radiates for a new beginning, he won't let it burn out again.

And so it begins.

The start of his obsession.

M/N asked Will to be his friend, since he's new here in Lenora Hills and he's the only one that talked to him before he gained popularity from how great he was in sports and his looks. They stayed close friends even he's in Angela's group now. He always protects Will and Jane from Angela, which leads to him and her fighting. Although they're always fighting (because of Will and Jane), they somehow manage to make it up to each other. It made the two kinda sad how Angela and M/N were hanging out more than often, especially to the one whose feelings were growing bigger and bigger day by day.

Will

He follows M/N every time, during lunch break. If he's not in front of his table, he'll look for him. In the cafeteria, outside the school, his locker, anywhere; and if he finds him, he'll take his camera out that he 'borrowed ' from Jonathan and snap a few for him to look at in every night before he sleeps.

When M/N goes to the restroom he'll go too, secretly. Hopefully, M/N doesn't notice this and just went for his pee, not knowing Will is inside the next stall with his camera in his hands, ready to take a pic of M/N leaving.

Of course it's gonna be M/N leaving, Will doesn't wanna invade his privacy by taking a peek, he's not a pervert, just creepy.

It took 7 minutes before M/N left the room to continue eating his lunch, leaving a frozen-flustered Will Byers in the next door.

He heard all of it

The bell rang and It's now their English class. The teacher in front called for M/N, asking him a question; which he answered right away. He's that smart alright.

Will let out a dreamy sigh as he put his elbow on his desk, his soft palm bending when it hit his chin softly, his fingers resting on the side of his cheek. While his other hand is tapping his desk quietly.

Will can still hear the noises M/N made back in the bathroom, and it's distracting him. M/N's beautiful features is now Will's focus. He's dazed. Daydreaming. Frick, M/N's features are for men to admire for, women to thirst for, and for Will to long for; to yearn for; and to DESIRE for.

"William Byers!" Their teacher yelled at him.

Will panicked, heart stopping.

"Y-yes?" His eyes focused on him as he stutters.

"Listen" His teacher said.

With that, Will let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He swallowed the knot in his throat, embarrassing. It's fine, at least he can look at M/N again with their teacher knowing he's listening when in reality, he's not.

The two both continued what their doing, him teaching and Will admiring... From afar.

...Under a Tree...

Will, you know, you're such a great person. I like you because of that. You're so pure, unique, and just you, Will. I swear dude, you're the kindest person in the world- if not, left in the world. I would kill for you, just so you stay innocent. I lo- What, you're laughing now? Is that funny? Come here! Will! W-Will stop! Oh my God Will for fuck's sake stop! You'll regret this. Gotcha!

B-be who you are Byers, I love you.

He's the one.

Days have passed, his usual stare from afar slowly turned to stare-from-everywhere-he-goes. Usually, his love letters could only be found inside M/N's locker. Now, even on his bedside table-which is next to his window-have love letters on it.

The letters are short, and cute. Most of them are just compliments from how cool he is, or how good he was playing or training.

That's the inside of each letters M/N received, until Will started doing things- stalking him.

He's like a camera, a surveillance one to be specific. Will has M/N monitored.

When he's in the cafe, he'll be there too; sipping a hot brew; When he's in his room doing rad boy shit, he'll be by his window; snapping a few photos. One time he almost got caught because of his camera, it flashed M/N a shining white light behind his window which he turned to as fast as he can and only saw a brown bowl-shaped hair floating before it disappeared.

Now that classes are done for the day, M/N immediately left the room with excitement plastered on his face. Will saw it and he stood up, packing his things before he leaves.

"Watch it, fairy boy!"

Fuck, his case.

'ow' Will muttered, his pens dropping.

'screw you, Angela'

He said under his breath while picking his pens. He noticed that he's missing one and that lights up an idea in his head. He remembers giving his favorite pencil to M/N, his favorite one with his initials that, Will himself, engrave it to. Everyday, every time, he have that pencil tucked to his pockets. It's so special, no one can even borrow it from him; not even his mom, Jonathan, or El.

'No Angela, I'm sorry.'

Smiling to himself, he quickens. He can use this opportunity to see what M/N's reaction's gonna be. He really hopes he's happy with it again.

Hello?

Once he made his way to his locker, he saw M/N flipping through the letters that he'd place.

Today's letters are a lot, mentioning everything that had happened to M/N yesterday.

Hey,

Last night, I went to this super duper dope party with my brother, and when I tell you the butterflies in my tummy exploded, I mean it! I mean, you're so freaking hot and handsome and all. When I saw you there, I feel like burning up. I can feel my face getting hot suddenly. I'm not expecting you to be here. I thought you don't go to parties that much... cause I know you... okay not really. I wish to see you smile like that every day. You're so cool. I hope one day I can dance with you, and you only but I can't... I just can't :( . I love you so much, I want to touch you. After you left, I told Jonathan that I was going to walk back home. Guess what? I lied! I followed you to your home!! I was worried something might happen to you since you're drunk and you're walking alone down the dim lighted street. I wanted to surprise you that time, wanted to hold your hand and kiss you under the streetlight. Screw you, I'm drunk in l̶o̶v̶e̶ you! Imagine me catching you and then we had a romantic scene... GOSH! I want you so bad M/N. You look cute with your messy hair M/N. I wanted to play with it, unfortunately you were sleeping. I don't want to wake you from your sleep although I wanted to touch you; feel you so bad. You looked gorgeous. You're too cute... so cute! See you next time or I'll write to you next time.

Oh, and also, I left some pills on your bedside table just in case. Bye!

Love,

Furious

He made it, he finished that fucking letter. He didn't know how, but he did, he fucking did. He wants to burn it now, tear it to pieces, feed it to the stalker. His brows are furrowed and his knuckles are turning white as the piece of paper in his hands crumpled. He is mad, mad that someone can follow him that easy. It's unbelievable, stalkers are real? Now that he has one on his tail, fuck he's creeped out right now.

He was lost in his thoughts until he heard a loud bang. Is someone having a bad time? He doesn't know 'til he looked. Will. Will is somehow crying?

' hey, Byers! '

Regret

Will shuts the his locker door loudly, not caring anymore. He clings his hand to the strap of his bag and just walked. He walks away, his face messed with tears. When M/N called for his name the bad omen disappeared. He tried his best to not look back, but he failed.

He stopped for a moment, wiping his tears with his shirt.

"Hey, Will, I forgot to return this to you. I'm really sorry that it took a whole fucking week tho."

He explained, letting out a chuckle. God, Will love that chuckle so much, especially when he paired it with his blinding smile. He had heard and seen it many times and it never fails to make him cream his pants.

Will looked back, his head low, he grabbed his pen and tucked it inside his pocket.

"Oh, yeah, d-don't worry about it. It's fine."

M/N notices Will's face, his eyes red.

"Thanks, I thought- wait, are you crying? Y-you can tell me what happened? Will?" Hesitation was in between his sentences.

Will quickly turned his whole body around, he wants to run.

"N-no! I'm not, just... it's just the wind. See ya' "

he stuttered, completely flustered.

"Wait, Will!"

He walked faster, as M/N's voice fades

Regret?

Once he got home the first thing he did was lock himself in his room. Recalling the events that had happened this day.

He then doubted, doubted himself that all the things he did for M/N were nothing. Wait, was that real? Was M/N worried about him? He asked if he's crying and begged him to tell the reason why, so was he?... Asking him what's happening is enough proof that he loves him and he didn't mean to crush his letter right? right?!

Will was losing his mind, the thoughts of M/N caring for him and M/N being disgusted at him simultaneously is overwhelming the poor Will. Right now, he's trying to convince himself that M/N loves him.

The train of thought has come to a halt, when Joyce called him for dinner. After this day ends, he'll know the truth if he truly loves him... or... or... if he hates him.

Confession

It's time.

High school is coming to an end, he needs to confess right now. He already told Jane that he's gonna walk home. She hesitated at first but he insists.

'It's now or never, Will. It's now or never.' He murmured under his breath, while the worry in his face lessens, his smile growing; showing his teeth. It's all set, his bag is ready which is filled with things he'll need for plan b, the abandoned house that's for plan b too, and his words. His words that magically disappears whenever he's speaking to M/N is now sealed in his mind. He practiced okay?

Will spent the rest of the day finishing some letters saying to meet him in the back of the school after. Now, he's slipping his bare letters inside M/N's locker.

1st step is done, all he needs to do is wait for him behind the said building and confess his feelings and how he represented it. The thought of him explaining that he's the one who wrote all of that love letters–remembering what happened–sends shivers down his spine.

30 minutes had passed, Will switched between pacing and fiddling. He's getting anxious minute by minute.

'Is M/N coming? What if he didn't come, what am I gonna do?'

"What if-s" filled Will's brain. Screw this.

It's been 35 minutes, where the hell is he?

That's it, Will's gonna find him himself.

He stomped over the door leading to the school's hallway. Once the door had opened the first thing he saw was the one he was looking for. Oh! Is he gonna go this way? Ah, he turned west from Will's point of view.

Back to his ways, Will followed M/N.

"M/N, wait!"

He said in the most adorable way.

"Wait, wait!"

The hell? Is M/N that fast?

The latter looked back, smiling after he saw Will.

"Will? Hey, Will what's up?"

The mention of his name splashed pink on his face.

"M/N..."

"Will..."

He mocked Will, laughing after.

"M/N"

"Will!"

The two continued.

"M/N.."

"Will, yes!?"

Will is somewhat inside a daze, his gaze is hazy, mind feeling crazed that he repeatedly chants the person's name, the one who's making his brain rave. It has put in a halt when M/N shook him with his hand.

"Yes, Will, what is it?!"

"C-come, follow me"

He grabbed the hand on his shoulder and led him to where he was. The two followed Will's track, leading them to the metal door. Behind the door is where Will was waiting. Will opened the heavy door, exiting the school walls.

M/N stayed quiet the whole walk, he felt his hand getting gripped harder.

Will let loose of M/N's hand; which he already misses.

"How do I say this..."

"Say what?"

M/N finally talked

"I... M/N, promise me to not freak out."

"Alright, what's... this? Why are we here, dude?"

"I'm gonna confess something, but promise me to not freak out? Please?"

"Wait, wait, wait, you're gonna confess? Confess what? That you're the one who's sending me those fucking letters?"

He joked, laughing between words.

He has been telling this stalking incident he's having to Will, that's why Will is so tensed right now.

"Huw-wh-what?! No!.. I'm.. I'M NOT- haah yes... Yes, M/n. I'm in love with you! I love you since that day you took my pen, and we started hanging out."

He paused, seeing M/N shocked he continued.

"I felt a.. a connection to you that day and y- you're always defending me from that son of a cow Angela and-and if it's not hot then what is it?. I never felt the need to be protected before. You're always there to save me, you're like a s-superhero- MY superhero! I adore you so much, you're so smart and so good with- with sports! Like, how can you not be a f-freaking himbo! You're well built and smart h-how are u keeping it up? Those are a few reasons why I'm deeply in love with you. You're so cool, always! M/N d-do you remember you said that y-you love me? You still love me right? And yeah! I'm your 'supposedly' stalker who's sending you those fricking letters!"

He blurted out, a breathe of fresh air, fresh from the burden he just let go of. It's like relief kissed him goodnight on the cheeks, not until M/N's unexpected confutation.

"You're unhinged... YOU'RE UNHINGED! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!"

He spits his words on Will's face. Will's nervous smile vanished.

"N-no! I'm not crazy." He defended, quietly.

"I really thought you're my fucking friend who's all innocent and naive about shit but no, Will. You're not!"

"I am! I promise–"

"No! You're not! Stop lying, you're all cuckoo in the head yeah? You're insane. A fucking crazy man!"

"M/N, I swear I'm not crazy–"

"Really?! You're not CRAZY for giving me letters ABOUT following me, for wanting to touch me, and how much you're obsessed, ha Will?! YOU'RE NOT CRAZY FOR THAT?!"

"Yes, yes I'm not you know why–"

"WHY, BYERS?? WHY!?"

M/N cuts Will off, demanding him.

"...because...because..."

"See? You don't even know why... I'm fucking off. Don't fucking show your face to me tomorrow, Byers."

Backing away, he turned around. He tried to go to the door but Will shouted. His face a mess, tear stained Will's beautiful face from the all the wiping he did.

"Could, could you just try to listen!?"

M/N turned around, stomping to Will.

He stayed furiously silent. If this was animated, you'll see smoke coming from his nose now.

M/N's arms are crossed, his biceps bulging through his shirt. His foot tapping the hard ground.

Will gulped before speaking.

"Because I love you! I love you M/N! I love you okay. Don't you understand?! I- I won't follow someone and won't write a whole dang letter for them if that doesn't mean I love them!"

Will stated.

"Fuck, haha you're more freakier than I actually thought."

His arms uncrossing.

"Freakier? FREAKIER!?What do you mean I'm more freakier than you thought!?"

"I had—well I thought I had—pushed the thought of you being the fucking fairy kid everyone here is saying, but they're right, you're a fucking fag, Byers! You're disgusting!"

M/N can see Will's eyes getting teary. He bursted out at Will, screamed at his face, pointed at him hard that it hits Will's chest making him grunt, and he hurt his feelings. The tears that's threatening to fall had fell, staining his red face. The face of the boy he cherished.

The word... the word "freak" and the slur he just received from the man he adored so much stirred a different feeling in his stomach. How could he do this to him?

His very best friend, his first friend here, and his Will is crying. His dearest friend is now breaking down in front of him.

"Y-yeah, cry! Cry all you want you piece of shit!"

He couldn't endure the pain hitting him so he painfully turned his back at him again.

"I don't wanna see your fucking face, Byers."

He left, heading towards the heavy metal door, leaving William behind.

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Hey so I'll post the part 2 Hehe... Idk when

#stranger things #gay #queer #fanfic #fic #will byers #will x reader #will x male!reader #will x male reader #will byers i love you #angst #fluff #yandere

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almightyhamslice · 2 years

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OBSESSED w/ the latest cut Crash character lol. I have only known Kanga Soo for 1 day & I love her already! she’s very interesting to me. I guess I tend to gravitate towards the scrapped characters since they leave a lot of room for speculation?

So, for anyone who doesn’t know, Soo was created for Crash Bash but taken out and replaced with Rilla Roo later in development (like, she has a whole model and everything?? not sure if she has animations tho). They apparently took her out of the game because they were worried there would be “concerns about beating up a female character”... which is pretty lousy reasoning considering Coco is in the game lmfao. So, pretty unfair tbh.

I like to think personality-wise, Soo is pretty tough n serious! I mean, she has dog tags so she’s been in the military (unless she just wears them bc they look cool LOL) & she’s kinda muscular (hard to tell cuz she’s so polygonal lol)? Maybe she’s a little bit like (tawnaverse) Tawna but more willing to work in teams! I think she’d be pretty cool.

I tried to make her stance very Dingodile-esque in the first drawing, since she was likely meant to share animations with Dingodile the same way Rilla Roo does in the final game. If you ask me, I think I would probably prefer Kanga Soo over Rilla Roo, but the best case scenario, in my opinion, would be to have some kinda setup where they’re BOTH in the game. Kind of like how the JPN version of Crash Bash has Fake Crash as an unlockable character, maybe Soo or Rilla could be unlockable? The game’s over 20 yrs old at this point so it doesn’t rlly matter LOL.

Additional context for the second image, I like to think Soo and Rilla are half-siblings (since they’re both kangaroos and their hair n fur are the same colors, brown n sandy yellow)

I say half because... well obviously Soo isn’t part gorilla at all! so, she would’ve been made with DNA from Ripper Roo and a different Kangaroo. Also, I thought it was interesting that Rilla Roo was originally supposed to be called Kangorilla-- like one of Dingodile’s hybrids. Does that mean they’re the same? MAYBE...

But essentially in the second pic, Ripper Roo is trying to teach Rilla Roo the art of pogo in preparation for the tournament... and Rilla is having a hard time because his pogo stick is also a flamethrower (curse you Dingodile)! Since Soo was taken out of the tournament unfairly, she’s off on the sidelines, upset. She’d be KILLIN’ IT if Ripper Roo just let her pogo instead...

More info abt Soo under the cut!

this is her model!

https://youtu.be/du183UPGnVI

and this is the video that talks about her, alongside a lot of other topics related to Crash Bash and its development. It also has early storyboards & a bit of concept art! Pretty cool...

I suspect the mutants’ spots on the roster were undetermined for a lot of the writing/storyboarding process. Kanga Soo seems to me like she’d be on the good team, and then Dingodile and Rilla Roo are both... villains. So there’s all sorts of team configurations present in the storyboards in that video: one board depicts Tiny AND Kong on team good while Rilla and Dingodile are on team evil, but another appears to depict Rilla being transferred to the good team? That’s fascinating to me...

#Kanga Soo #Kanga-Soo #Crash Bandicoot #Crash Bash #I don't think Soo is an interp since she's pretty much literally just the model but with backstory lol #art #digital art #digital sketch #Rilla Roo #Ripper Roo #they're a little (un)happy family!!#on a sidenote... if I had a quarter for every scrapped female crash character I'd have... enough to buy 1 hotdog #it's not much but it's weird that there's so many #I rlly dig Soo's look; she reminds me of my character Cory Cus if anyone remembers him #I'd say they'd be friends but. lets be real here. they would hunt each other down like dogs LOL #long post #cut character #I hope the ppl who followed me for crash content haven't left that would be rlly embarrassing lol

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lath-ara-ara · 3 years

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Mga ka-tropa {Childe,Tohma + Scaramouche}

Synopsis: What your everyday life looks like with your Barkada (Squad)

- Head canon, Fluff, School AU, Based off of my experience I guess lol (I don't have many friends I just watch my classmates--), Mentions of NSFW jokes

- Filipino Reader, Taglish swearing dialogues

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- They're the worst, but also the best and ya'll just vibe

Childe

- The rich kid who insists on paying for the food you buy

- Every time in class, he'd tap on your shoulder from where he sat and act like he's paying attention to the teacher whenever you turn to glare at him. Gives subtle side glances and finds your pissed expression hilarious

- The type to place cold drinks against your cheek out of nowhere

"Yah!!? Gago, Ajax-- can you fucking stop!?" You hissed, earning a chuckle from the lad

"It's not that cold, ha-ha"

- You ignored him for the rest of the class which caused him to buy you one of your favorite snacks as he pleads for you to stop giving him the cold shoulder. He's still gonna do it again, but he won't mind buying more food for you (Win-win I suppose)

- His grades are fairly average, but still insists you tutor him. He'll drag Thoma in one of your study sessions to make you accept his request.

- You have a soft spot for Tohma and he takes advantage of it

- He calls you "Ate" as a joke, but it eventually became a natural thing for the both of you

"Ate, when's the deadline for the assignment that Ma'am gave us again?"

- Whether you're older than him or not, he has taken a liking to the Honorific

- You once fell asleep in class and was the only person inside the room, when he arrived, he immediately snapped a few pics of your drooling face before blasting "Never gonna give you up" from the Bluetooth speaker he owns

"D-did you just.. Fucking 'Rick roll' me awake..?"

"Yeah. Pretty hilarious in my opinion,"

- He has Tiktok and forces you all to join his shenanigans

- If he can't annoy you, then he'll annoy Scaramouche. You don't know how, but he got him to be accidentally sent to the elementary department's floor, which made a teacher think he's a 4th grade student.

- He got a lotta bumps in the head from the angry gremlin later on

Tohma

- The goodie two shoes friend and also the teacher's errand boy (next to Aether/Lumine)

- I feel like he has a collection of different bandana's/Headband's with all kinds of designs. He once got you a bear themed headband for your birthday

- Often gets in trouble with Childe (and the rest of you gets into trouble as well) so you all get to clean the classroom

- Kind of the mom friend but not really. Maybe it's the fact that he often notices small things about you and the others. Like the fact that he knows about your obsession with sweet/salty foods, The fact that he knows about Childe's soft spot for whales and that Scaramouche always puts aesthetic shades of eye shadow. He has fun with you all and always points out your small habits that he finds adorable.

- All his pencils are chewed and chucked, and you once thought a dog did that. He often bites into them when he's bored or just in a random trance, you had to stop him before he could finish the whole thing.

"Tohma snap out of it! You're gonna scarf the whole thing at this point!!"

"h-huh..!?" The moment he noticed the bite marks all over the wooden object he only laughed it off. Later on he didn't notice he was chewing it again, which caused it to snap. You let him borrow yours and he made sure not to bite into them this time.

- Though.. you later on find a few nibbles on the top part of the pen, making you sigh

-You bought him a set of Chewable pencil toppers and he was ecstatic to say the least.

- Whenever you guys go to the gym for P.E he always gets hit in the head with the ball, he doesn't know why. The next day he brought a helmet to school and that made Childe go into a fit of laughter

- When he got hit by a ball sometime in P.E, he actually got badly injured, so you both went into the infirmary to treat his injured forehead.

"Punyeta. Why can't those 4th grader brats just stay on their side of the Gym? this shit always happens to you" You scowled as you tend to his wound

"Ha-ha.. even if they were on their side, I doubt the ball won't hit me" He sighs with a sheepish smile

- Has Tiktok as well, but the reason is to like most of Childe's Videos (very supportive friend lol)

- The escort of your class (And Ayaka was the class muse)

- He often get's into those Class Pageant contests (and the UN themed ones as well). He has a wardrobe filled with all the costumes he used lol

"Hold still Tohma! That get up looks great beside the vending machine," Childe cackles as he takes pictures of the blonde

"LMAO-- He's literally in a sparkling suit- HA HAHA" you mirrored his actions, taking out your phone. He plays along, posing with each snap of the camera's, while Scaramouche just deadpans at you three's antics.

Scaramouche

- The Sassy Honor student

- He's cold and snappy to everyone, including you. But don't worry, he warmed up eventually, though he still acts a teensy bit cold towards you.

- You guys were seat buddies while he and Childe were on the same club

- He trusts you to do his eyeshadow so you often both do each other's makeup (It's not allowed in campus so you both have glasses to slightly hide your eye makeup, matching glasses of course.

- He has a small taser keychain in his school ID and bag, and once threatened Ajax with it (He kept calling him short)

- Whenever your group goes out to eat you both get Drinks (Boba) together while Childe and Tohma goes ahead and buy Fish balls (lol)

- He once got a bad grade for the first time and he kept brushing it off whenever people ask about it, but you know that's not how he actually feels

"Hey Scara.. You sure you're ok? " You asked, when the both of you were alone in the classroom.

That's all it took for him to sigh and lean against your shoulder, mumbling a small "No"

It shocked you, but proceeded to place your hand on top of his crown to comfort him, after a few seconds of the both of you sitting in comfortable silence, he speaks up again

"Not a word about this. Or else I'll tase you."

"Sheesh, sunget naman" You giggled

- He sometimes uses you as an arm stand, it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, He'll stand on top of a chair just to lay his elbow on your head and he smirks down at you whenever you tell him to get it off, you couldn't convince him to, so you just accepted your fate.

- You were both often the sarcastic duo of your group and would always retort mean insults to the ginger (As a joke though, you three insult each other as friend of course.)

- Intellectual insults, brought to you by our favorite sassy boi

What the squad is like

- Ajax and Scaramouche are your classic Volleyball players and LMAO- they're basically Kageyama and Hinata in reverse

"The fuck kinda serve was that?" The red head teases

"Shut up you orange tree"

"Well, at least no one ever assumes I'm a 4th grader~"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY YOU IMBECILE!?" He snaps, hitting the ball with a strong slap when it reached over the net. And because he was out of focus, that ball ended up landing into Tohma who was cheering in the sidelines with you

"T-Tohma!!!" you shrieked as his soul starts to leave his body

- Whenever Scaramouche is very fired up in a game,you and Tohma would cheer and chant at him with these specific words;

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango!? ~"

- He tells you to stop cause it's embarrassing, but you don't and he honestly secretly enjoys it

- Your squad would sometimes ask Tohma to buy some snacks in the cafeteria (With Childe paying lol) and at this point he's carrying a reusable bag as if he were going to the market

"Eh? Tohma, why do you have that bag with you?" A student asks "Are you going to the market?.. But School's still going.."

"Oh, this? Ha-ha nah! I'm just going to the cafeteria"

- The Cafeteria staff kinda got used to the same orders he'd often list out so they just dump them in the bag and Tohma gives them the cash with a simple thank you as if it was a routine (Hm, maybe it already is)

- When all of you would hang out, out of school you'd go to the arcade and it takes Childe a whole minute or two in the Claw machine. You almost got banned because kept cursing so loudly (there were little kids around)

- You and Scaramouche would play shooting games and holy shit he's good-

-You asked him if he ever had experiences in actual guns and he responded with;

"Oh, no. I just envision the targets as that Idiot who can't get anything from the Claw machine" He points at Childe

"HEY!"

- Childe and Tohma would battle through DDR and it either ends with a tie or you and Scara having to drag them out cause it was getting late.

-Lots of prizes earned and Childe swore he was close to buying the entire claw machine (Damn rich boi--)

- At the end of the day, all you three would get your preferred drinks as you all gaze at the nearest beach sunset. (You had the classic soda and straw in a bag of course)

- Whenever you plan, get together's like these, you always looked forward to them

- But let's say hypothetically that your parents are strict or didn't let you join them this time, well bestie, it's either they wont go and reschedule or kidnap you lmao

- Childe asked you to come outside of your house and the moment you did, you were met by a car and a laughing Childe and Tohma who carried you bridal style towards the vehicle

"Pukeng ina-- Mom's gonna kill me!!" you laughed into the gingers arms, hitting him playfully

"Quick Tohma!" He calls out to the boy, getting inside the car as he still holds onto you "Drive bitch! drive!!"

- By the time you got home you almost got banned from ever hanging out with them (You got grounded though LMAO)

- Your Group chat's are filled with chaos.

-Memes, Arguments (Scara and Childe) and Assignment answers were the contents of your chats

Tortang talong: [Bitch]

Fandak-go: [Bitcher]

Mama's boi: [Guys can someone send me today's assignments?]

Tortang talong: [*Sends a rick roll*]

Fandak-go: [That's like the 100th time you've sent the same joke as before.]

Fandak-go: [You're so fucking Un-original]

Tortang talong: [Please.]

Tortang talong: [ Compare my sense of humor to yours and you'll see how superior I'am to you]

Mama's boi: Guys, please :"D

Fandak-go: [Superior to me?]

Fandak-go: [Like that'll ever happen.]

Tortang talong: [My level is higher than yours, considering your height-]

Fandak-go: [I'll fucking strangle you.]

Tortang-talong: [I'd like to see you try and reach my head.]

Cult master: [Bitchest]

Cult master: [Awe- I'm too late XC]

Mama's boi: [Y/n help- please-]

Cult master: [Oki hun, what do u need?]

Cult master: [Holy shit wait- we have assignments!?]

- You're a group of chaotic idiots

- But at least you're all in it together and that's what matters<3

Translations

Gago = Stupid/Idiot

Ate = Older sister/ Can be also used as an honorific for women who are a bit older than you

Punyeta = Asshole

"sunget naman" = "so sassy"

Pukeng ina (Putang ina) = Putang ina translates to "You're mom's a whore" but can also be an expression of "Mother whore" leading to something like this "Mother whore! you scared me!!" and 'Puke' means; Pussy, so this dialogue translates to "Pussy Mother" or "Fucking pussy"

Tortang talong = Fried Eggplant omelette

Fandak-go = Fandango and Pandak mixed together. Pandak means short

#genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #childe #tohma #scaramouche #school au #genshin impact school au #filipino reader #fluff #head canon

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izukult · 3 years

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haiykuu boys react to a long distance partner surprising them

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, nishinoya, tsukishima

established relationship | warnings: swearing, my fan behavior, why are my head canons so long in this gd it’s like a tiny story without structure

hinata shōyō

-SUNSHINE BOY (i went crazy for this one i’m so sorry)

-you were sugawara’s old middle school penpal which turned online friend

-so obviously you’d heard about his volleyball team and the new first year star players

-and one thing led to another where he introduced you to hinata

-actually you were facetiming suga and you saw hinata and told your old friend you thought the tangerine boy was cute and then koushi “accidentally” put you in a gc together

-you and hinata have been dating for about four months

-you’ve heard everything to a t, including small little remarks from tsukishima to every toss, kill, and miss your boyfriend and kageyama managed

-side note but it’s so cute this boy is so whipped for you if you don’t respond for a certain amount of time he’ll find some dumb excuse to talk to suga just so he can shift the convo to making sure you’re safe

-anyway

-so you’re going to meet suga finally

-like FINALLY you’re so excited

-but you’re also boutta see your boyfriend!!!!!!

-buuuuuuuuuut your boyfriend didn’t know

-so it’s safe to say you were a little nervous about it

-you made suga swear up and down that he wouldn’t tell any of his teammates that you specifically were coming, but he did ask to make sure it was okay to have a semi open practice

-so you’re standing outside the volleyball gym with sugawara, backpack with hinatas favorite snacks over your shoulder. practice had already started so suga was late, but he still stood outside with you and let you prepare yourself

-you felt like you were about to throw up even though that’s shoyo’s thing

-suga walks in before you and you follow shortly after, holding in a sharp breath.

-there he was. standing on the other side of the gym, talking to who you knew as kageyama

-he hadn’t seen you yet, but other member of karasuno had

-”yoo who’s this hottie” bald, flirtatious, you had to assume its tanaka

-hinata was in the middle of jumping for a spike when he saw you, and he froze and fell to the ground, stumbling to keep his balance

-the gym got quiet at the tangerines reaction, but he was just staring at you.

-and then he was doing that “woosh” run he always told you about and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and his head was buried in your shoulder.

-everyone (literally EVERYONE) was looking at you two but you just laughed and placed a hand in his hair (which, holy fuck, is soft)

-you mouthed an apology to suga and he shrugged you off, and focused your attention back on the boy in front of you

he pulled back just enough to look at you, leaving his hands to rest on your back. his eyes were filled with tears (cute) and he offered you a smile.

“you’re here” his voice was quiet, for once, but it didn’t have any lag this time. and it was so fucking beautiful.

“i’m here.” you nodded, eyes scanning the features of his face. he chuckled lightly, a tear falling to his cheek as he shook his head.

“you’re so pretty.” his voice was watery and he moved his head back in your shoulder before you could utter a compliment back.

-he stayed attached to you for like minutes okay and this man completely ignored the teasing of his classmates.

-eventually you tried to pull him off you so he could get on with practice (and so you could watch him practice) but he refused to get off

-”bubs. babe. honey. you gotta get up”

-”hey hey hey, what about showing me a cool spike?”

-”i am literally asking you to do your favorite thing in the world sho,”

-”new favorite thing is holding you.”

-YOUR HEART

-eventually you did get him off of you and he practiced the HARDEST he had

-after practice he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend even though you’d literally been introduced to them like an hour before

-his eyes stay on you and he constantly tells you how pretty you are face to face and how you smell good and how soft your hands are

-it would sound stalkerish if you werent whipped

-its ok hes whipped too

kageyama tobio

-no idea how youd meet this mf online

-maybe some volleyball forum or like arguing over which setter was betting in youtube comments

-or if you know nothing about volleyball,,,,

-i have no fucking clue BUT

-he doesnt mind long distance honestly

-he doesnt have to get worried about completely embarrassing himself and he never has to make like physical moves

-but he does wish he could hold your hand sometimes.

-but he ignores it🙄

-so you are like obsessed w this bitch u r in love w him🤢🤢

-and ur a good 90% sure he luv u too

-so you plan a trip to him

-you do it all out. you talk to his mom, you find the cheapest hotel that’s perfect distance between his house and his school bc ur just that cool

-and you even make up an excuse to kageyama for why you won’t be on your phone during the flight

-you know he’s gonna be at practice bc you know his schedule cos gf things

-you stocked up on banana milk (aka you brought like four)

-you hit him up yknow yknow

- “hey bubs i’m back<3 how’s practice going?” you’re literally standing outside the gym but you want to make sure you’re not coming in at a bad time

-after like three minutes he texted u “good:). just got done with a practice set.”

-so now you’re going and you’re excited and you’re Nervous

-you open the door and you’re met with a rly tall guy with a headband on

-“hi, can i help you?”

-“uh, is kageyama here?” and he turns his head, and you follow his eyes, and there he is

-and he’s already staring at you

-a ball is lightly held in his hands

-if anyone who didn’t know him saw him they would genuinely think he’s angry

-but it was kinda the same look he’d give you when you talked about things you cared about on facetime

-so maybe that’s love? 😳😳😳

you give him a little wave

-“sup kags”

-he’s just staring

-blankly staring

-which you should’ve expected

-“sorry, are you mad? i should’ve told you i was coming, that’s my bad i just thought i could surprise you and it would be really nice and then you wouldn’t be stressed out sorry-“

-literally why are you saying all this all of his teammates just like “wtf”

-he shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to say no but just continued to stare

-“i- uh- you want to watch me set?”

-you LAUGH. and i mean LAUGH girly and he just turns all kinds of red and you know his team is gonna be on him for that

-“yea! if that’s like, allowed?” daichi doesn’t care so you are literally balling

-you watch him play and like at first he’s REALLY awful like rly bad but then he kind of tunes everything out (i.e. you) and gets back in his groove

-afterwards he comes over to you and asks you what you think and he’s looking at you like this is normal but you can tell he’s shaking and he kisses your forehead REALLY REALLY FAST and mumbles a quiet “i’m glad you’re here”

-he opens up w affection more along the trip

-he appreciates the banana milk. sm.

-from then on out he constantly brags ab having a gf to the team

oikawa tooru

-he suspects smth is up to be honest

-he’s like “ohhh shawty gon do sum😫”

-(he doesn’t fucking call you shawty)

-but to be fair he figured more like you were gonna send him smth rather than send yourself

-surprise again he’s AT PRACTICE who would’ve guessed

-but this time you come at the end of practice because seijoh has like set schedules and oikawa tells you everything so

-you’re just standing by the door waiting for him to come out, ignoring the literal group of girls forming at the end of the hall knowing dAmn well they are your bf’s fangirls

-oh well

-you hear his voice before you actually see him

-he’s giving someone tips on their serves and you hear someone make a snide remark at him and you only assume its iwa

-he’s in the middle of a sentence and he just stops.

-there’s a good couple of seconds where he completely loses composure

-which is not tooru like

-you took a step closer and smiled

-”is this the oikawa tooru fanclub?”

-”nah it’s actually the oilykawa hate club” it’s the same voice from earlier and it’s definitely iwa

-you laugh a little and keep looking at your boyfriend

-”that’s even better”

-he just walks up to you and gives you a real, genuine smile

-pushes a piece of hair behind your ear

-and KISSES u

-EPIC MOMENT GAMERS

-”what are you doing here, pretty? come to see me play? if so, i hate to break it to you, but you’re late”

-you just roll your eyes and kiss him again

-once you two are alone he literally cries

-LMAO

sugawara koushi

-literally the only one who can keep his cool out of all these mfs (aside from tsukishima)

-however, when you show up to his practice wearing the hoodie he sent you like two months earlier, he lost his shit

-you set it up with daichi and everything beforehand.

-(and daichi literally made sure suga would look like a setting genius the day you showed up)

-he had just made a really good set when you walked in and you clapped

-”nice one, koushi”

-he looks at you like 😦 & is just like “you- what- you’re- how- why?”

-lol and then he goes on “not why like i’m not happy you’re here just how”

-and all the third years think it’s so funny to be honest, because typically suga can keep his cool

-he eventually gains his cool and shines you one his signature amazing smiles (which, is somehow better face to face)

-omg he goes over to you and once he gets there he turns to his teammates and like

-”this is my s/o!!!”

-mf is BEAMING

-he’s so happy

-you find out right after he gives literally the best hugs ever i live by that and i will die by that

-he doesn’t kiss you til you two are alone

-and its so fucking sweet and personal he puts his forehead on yours and tells you you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen

-he is literally so in love w you

-ew

-i love him.

nishinoya yü

-ok he’s so loud

-literally the second he gets a gf everyone knows

-he shows the team pictures of you literally anytime one of them will look

-he luvs u

-he is your BIGGEST fan no doubt

-you make a nice meal? he wants to post about it

-you have a nice outfit? he will put it on his story

-you breathe? expect an “omg baby im so proud of u”

-so when you show up, he reacts the way you expect him to

-so like obviously this man isnt checking his phone during practice

-but he puts his phone on dnd and has you as his only favorite contact

-so you can text him if its an emergency during practice

-you know that, he knows it, the team knows it

-he gets the little ping!

-and he’s out the game

-no one is recovering the ball #peaceout

-he jogs over to check because you never text his number during practice bc you respect his passion for volleyball

-the text just says “come outside:))”

-he’s like wtf?? but bitch gonna do what u say😐

-he sees you and he just yells “holy shit” so loud dude

-daichi goes to call him on his language but steps outside and sees the short libero hugging the person they’d all seen in the photos, he just goes quiet

-nishinoya will not shut up as he hugs you

-he’s literally just hyping you up and asking you literally every single detail about how you’re there, where you’re staying, when you’re leaving, how your flight was, everything

-you just kiss his forehead :)

-literally only good vibes

-you guys have such a good trip bruh

-after you leave he literally just cries while looking at pics of you two together

-^ he took so many pics and vids of you pls

tsukishima kei

-unlike the others, you wouldn’t meet him at practice

-you don’t really know his team, nor does he tell you about them outside of mostly complaining

-you do know tadashi, but like you’ve only talked to him in a gc all three of you are in and never like alone

-you did not tell him you were coming because you’re 100% convinced he would’ve accidentally told tsuki even though he can keep his own shit secret lol

-you just show up at his door when you know he’s home

-and he’s texting you as you’re there and he had actually had a moderately rough day so you told him you were gonna order him food from his favorite restaurant

-which, technically wasn’t a lie you just had to make an extra stop

-you knock on his door (once you’ve prepared yourself because you honestly have no idea how he’s going to react)

-and he opens it ready to give a half hearted thank you to some delivery guy

-but instead his s/o

-he just stares at you

-he looks like a fish

-after like fifteen seconds you decide to try to break the ice bc you are nervous

-”delivery here for uh one…” you pretend to look at the paper, you’re doin a whole skit here “one dumb bitch. are you dumb bitch?”

-he just rolls his eyes and shoves your head

-he walks back but he leaves the door open

-”take your shoes off”

-he’s not even looking at you smh but you smile so fucking wide bc that’s the kind of reaction you were honestly hoping for

-(what you don’t know is he will literally break his whole hard exterior act if he looks at you right now and he is not ready for that)

-you put the food on the table and move to stand next to him

-and after a bit he finally looks at you

-and you look at him

-and you smile

-and he does too,, kind of

-(which is so fucking cute,)

-and you just keep starin at him and bite your lip to keep from grinning

-and after a couple minutes you clear your throat

-”can i hug you?”

-bro he’s so fucking whipped he doesnt even answer he just wraps his arms around you and puts his head on top of yours

-and he mumbles a thank you and its so fucking SWEET

-he does open up more the longer you’re there and u have a very good trip mwah in luv

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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dating george weasley and being a ravenclaw

warnings: stupidly [wickedly] hot men named george fabian weasley, kinda smut, cussing fs, angst because our angel is insecure, also i may have almost cried writing this and it’s sO LONG I AM SO SORRY

people that may like this (?): @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @gcdric (whenever you’re back! :)) @theweasleyslut @thehufflepuffwife @lupinsclassroom @wand3ringr0s3 @kitwalker02 @monoscandal @pansydaisy

i’m obsessy espressy w this pic btw please take it for your enjoyment

this man boy

is so enamored with you

he doesn’t even really know a whole lot about you at first, stealing glances from across the great hall

listening intently when you answer questions in class

he starts to memorize the way you roll your eyes when you ask snape a question you can’t answer

and the way you wrinkle your nose when someone stereotypes you based on your house

you’re fiery, but you’re so poised for quick answers and sharp looks

he would pay big money to have you roast him during class like you do to cormac when he tries to hit on you a lot

which earns him many a revenge prank

and then he starts to try and talk to you, rather foolishly at first

but he finds it so intensely sexy the banter you two get involved in during these interactions

“If it isn’t my favorite little bird, Y/N ;)”

“Aren’t there other nests for you to bother, Weasley?”

“None that I find as mildly riveting, my dear, I do love a bird that chirps back”

“Do you like ones that bite, too?”

“I don’t know if your beak is sharp enough, love”

“Come up to me when I’m reading again, and I’ll give you some harder evidence of just how bad my bite is hmm?”

(Unbeknownst to you as you walk away, he’s already got some harder evidence growing in his jeans...)

he doesn’t stop searching you out, determined to prove to you he’s enough

you two after about a week and a half finally go out to hogsmeade on your first date

he takes you to the three broomsticks where you both drink butterbeer and make deep conversation for hours until close

there’s a point where he makes you laugh so hard you snort and spit out some of your butterbeer

which makes him snort and spit out his butterbeer

he realizes a couple things then:

1) he’s obsessed with the way you tell stories or talk passionately about the subjects you love. he adores watching how you light up everywhere in your body and talk so fast at points you can’t breathe

2) he wants to live in your head. he studies the way you think and watches you intently as you process punchlines and stories and memories and he realizes

i need to be something she thinks about

and without realizing it while you’re laughing super hard he puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you like it’s the last night on this planet

after about 12 seconds he pulls away and starts to turn red seeing your blank face unmoved

“i-i’m really sorry i promise i didnt mean to be that guy i just-“

and you’re pressing into him everywhere mouth and body and mind and he’s drinking you in like the butterbeer stained on his scarf and he is totally balls deep in love with you

you two are inseparable after that, making it official on the walk back to the castle

if you’re going on a stress tangent about how much work you have, for Beverly negative thought he’ll press a kiss to a pet of your face until you’re giggling and a mess and you’re kissing him back and then you’re on the table in the library...

“Georgie, you’re gonna kill my grades if we keep doing this!”

“You kill me everytime you blink for godric’s sake and yet here I am!”

he is a simp

he says he isn’t but anytime you bring out the “georgie, please” or “love, please” he turns to butter

fred thinks it’s the funniest shit and he capitalizes on it constantly

he calls you his little bird

most specifically his mockingbird because he claims you always set him at ease and make him feel like everything is centered

and he’s right, you do

you center the wild fire in him when he needs to breathe and look around

you see parts of him that aren’t balanced

there’s a night when you walk in on him just curled on his bed crying

your beautiful boy alone and sad and you instinctively start to cry too

You wrap your arms around him as he turns to you and buried his head in your lap. George, my love, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m not like Fred I’m not like Charlie I’m sure as shit not like Bill I’m not like anyone that’s actually important” he chokes

“George-“

“No, you don’t understand, Y/N. I’m not good enough. For anyone. And I see it and hear about it everyday when my mum brags about how great her kids are and save us for last and when Fred can never shut up about how good he is at EXISTING and I-it swallows me whole, Y/N, I cant feel like this anymore” his body wracks out a harsh sob and you hold him like this

You hold him until he can start to fall asleep and you lay with him until you too, are asleep when he wakes up to tell you

“I love you. Forever, Y/N.”

And you push the hair off his lightly sweaty forehead and tell him “and I love YOU, George Weasley.” and you two fall back asleep happy crying in each other’s arms

he sees you struggle too

struggle with your workload

struggle with your own insecurities of not being good enough for him

telling him you’re just a girl that talks a lot about weird stuff and that you bring him down and he every time cups your face in his hands and pulls you down into him and says

“I love you here.” And kisses your forehead. “I love your mind.” And kisses below your earlobe “and I love you here. How you listen to people and always know what to say” and he kisses your nose “and I love you here, how you snort when you laugh really hard.” And he finally lands on your mouth, staying there for a moment, “and I love you most of all here. When you speak everything in your head and laugh and sing and talk and just breathe, my love. You’ve always been enough in all those places.” He presses one more kiss to your forehead and murmurs “I love you everywhere.”

anyway it’s time for spicy stuff

bow chicka wow wow as Fred would prolly say

George loves fucking you in the library it’s canon

he loves hoisting you on a table or against the stacks and murmuring against your skin how loud you are for him

“Is my little bird wanting to chirp a little louder?” He pries your thighs farther apart prompting a squeak and a small whine. “There it is, love, taking me so well...keep quiet, angel don’t want Pince to know how much of a cockslut you are for me writhing against the shelves do you?”

whew chile anyways

he also likes to touch you when you’re reading to him

but will stop and pull his face away from your neck and your hand from your core when you stop reading to him

“Angel, are you so much of a slut that you can’t focus on the words in front of you?”

“N-no, Georgie, oh my god right there”

“Thereeee, it is-“

mmmmm he’s hot fuck on GOD

when you guys slept together for the first time, he brought you to the *ding ding ding* restricted section after hours

he set up a whole ass blanket and relit the candles and brought pillows

it was very much making love to george and he whispered sweet nothings and praises in your ear the entire time

ugh what a MAN

anyway, TO THE BURROW WE GO!

molly fucking adores you

“My George brought home a beautiful Ravenclaw? Please know, Y/N he is an idiot most of the time and we wouldn’t be hurt if you found an out-“

“JESUS MUM LEAVE ME ALONE SKENSOWOWKWKKW”

again, Fred really does love you and enjoy your company

frequently comments about truly how unconditionally happy George has been, and how happy it makes him to see his younger twin so confident and full of joy

he also wouldn’t say this out loud but the more confident georgie gets, the better his prank plans become

i mean after all - he is the brains of the operations ;)

every chance he gets when you’re around his family or really anyone, he’ll sneak up behind you and plant a hearty kiss on your cheek and a quick “ILOVEYOU” in your ear before running off to do god knows what

oh, y’all bicker constantly

and by bicker i just mean argue about like

aliens

or is Wyoming a state

just like factually dumb but quirky shit

you’ve only had a fight like ONE time

and it was because George took a prank too far with Fred and you didn’t talk to him for an entire day

and because George has a lot of separation anxiety plus fear of abandonment he did not take it really well

You had gone back to your room after dinner in the Great Hall. For the whole day George didn’t eat. You knew because you hadn’t seen him anywhere in the Hall, and none of your classes. When you opened the door you saw him crouching knees pressed to his chest on your bed, he looked like a ghost. He met eyes with you and choked out a sob and ran to you, you opening your arms to hold him. “Please forgive me, Y/N I know you’re hurt but please don’t leave me I’ll be better next time I promise” he got faster and you knew he couldn’t breathe so you just whispered to him you weren’t going to leave you’ll be with him and you’ll stay and mistakes happen, you promise. “Georgie, I promise I’m never leaving. Okay?” He nodded into your shoulder, hunched into you. “I love you so much it hurts.” “I know, Georgie. I know.”

regardless for all his quirks and all his fears and hurts

there is nothing you wouldn’t do

to spend every waking moment with this boy

your love

and he, for the first time, knows he is enough

#George weasley #george weasley x ravenclaw!reader #George weasley smut #george weasley imagine #george weasley headcanon #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon #Harry Potter

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awsugar · 2 years

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i'm obsessed w the acupuncture pics because he took the time to find his best angle and make his pretty doe eyed face even though half his face is covered by two masks. and then the caption 'strange but kinda into it' like oh really would never have guessed that self proclaimed masochist frank iero would be into have needles in his skin

its the way he was like 'my massive tits and pretty eyes absolutely have to be the focal point in this pic that i am supposedly taking to display the needles in my shoulder' for me

#anonymous #asks

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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heavy is the head that wears the crown (mob!arvin russell x fem! pastor’s daughter! reader)

genre: angst+fluff

summary: arvin had always heard the saying “heavy is the head that wears the crown” but never truly understood what it meant. not until now

words: 4.06k

warnings: since this is based off of a tdatt, family death, mentions of death, mentions of mobs, kissing, marriage, murder, smoking, suicide, cancer and i think that’s it. it’s also kinda melodramatic, and i haven’t watched tdalt in a while so a lot could be plot inaccurate also idk anything abt the mob or mafia so like dont k*ll me thx i just like joe pesci

a/n: first, i owe the amazing concept of mob!arv to @kelieah ! so go follow her for more mob!arvin goodness!! basically i’m obsessed w 90s mob movies and watched goodfellas and casino and few too many times lately and oops here we r! i tried to write this from the narrator in tdatt’s view, so if u wanna read it like that then cool! btw the pic w the dress is just an idea of the dress reader is wearing not what she looks like! ok enjoy i’ll stop rambling

·。·。·。

“So, Arvin. I was told you paint houses? That true?”

Arvin hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again. He wasn’t a painter, no, he killed people. For a price, that is.

But rather than saying no, the jab in his side from his uncle told him to answer otherwise.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

The Pastor nodded, taking a drag from his cigar, imported all the way from Cuba. He then placed what was left of the long stick in the crystal tray in front of him, the tapping of it on the reflective surface seeming almost deafening.

“Can all your family be traced down to one place, son?”

Arvin gulped, avoiding his eyes, darting his own around the heavily decorated room. Another jab to his side. He winced, meeting the older man’s eyes. He may not know much about the life he was about to enter, but he knew enough about what that meant.

“Yes, sir. They can be, minus my father and my mother. They’re gone.”

Not even a full beat of silence later, the Pastor spoke.

“How’d he die?”

Arvin was taken aback, though he knew that question was coming. His jaw clenched, as did his fist by his side. If the Pastor noticed, he didn’t speak on it, barely lifting his eyes from the document resting on his desk.

“Suicide, after the war.”

“And your mother?”

He took his lip in between his teeth, feeling the skin break, the tears well in his eyes for reasons he would excuse as the pain he was inflicting.

“Cancer. It happened when I was young, I didn’t barely even know her.”

The pastor looked up, slimming his eyes. This time he did notice the glimmering droplets, welling up in his chestnut colored eyes, threatening to fall. He appreciated the boy’s attempt to keep his emotions in check in front of his would be superior, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re allowed to cry, it was your mother.” His southern accent was thick like molasses, his words drawing out. Arvin still felt that it wasn’t acceptable, though, so he only sniffled and directed his chin further up towards the ceiling. He stood there for a while, nerves running through his every cell. It was electric, like white lighting making its way through his veins at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Right then.”

The pastor stood, walking towards Arvin and his uncle. His expensive loafers tapped along the cold floor as he went, the sound pestering to the ears of Arvin, taunting him. He reached a soft hand out, which the boy standing opposite to him gladly took. He observed how the Pastor’s hand was without scars, calluses. Anything that would point to evidence of him being a killer, doing his own dirty work (or “the Lord’s work” as he liked to put it).

“Welcome to the family, son.”

And as Arvin smiled widely and shook his hand with an iron grip, he began to wonder what his new life would entail doing the “Lord’s work”.

He thought he had a pretty good idea, but boy, was he wrong.

“So, how’d it go?”

It was later, and Arvin was sitting with one his most favorite people, Y/n. The pair were resting in an open field, the wildflowers around her just almost competing with the beauty she held. He bashfully looked to the dirt under his shoes, noticing how only inches away, her hands picked at the damp grass.

“Went well, I think. He told me I’m ‘part of the family now’.”

She smiled at him, and in that moment with her hair so widely astray, and wearing that pale blue dress he adored so much, Arvin’s heart felt a certain emotion he hadn’t necessarily felt for someone at this multitude before. He had felt it for Lenora, his mother, his aunt and uncle. But it was different, then. Because now as he sat with her by his side, his love for her was realized at its full potential.

She began to ramble on, congratulating him on becoming a member of her father’s so called “family”, telling him how proud she was. He couldn’t keep focused on the sweet words that were falling from her lips like honey, though, as he was too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts.

“Arv?” She asked, voice laced with slight concern, but mostly with curiosity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just thinking.”

She blushes, it’s the first time he’s called her that before. She tries to carry on conversation, though with her heart beating through that pretty dress of her’s, it was a bit difficult.

“About what?” She questioned, doing her very best not to pry too far, to be invasive in the very reserved Arvin’s mind.

Truthfully? He was promising himself that he would marry her one day, make her his wife. But telling her that he was only thinking “‘bout the future” would have to do. I mean, truthfully, he really was!

So he answered her, and she was content with said answer, abandoning the subject and returning to many praises for Arv. The standards for the “family” were high, and though she believed in him fiercely, she knew that at his core Arvin was the sweetest soul she’d ever met, and she was skeptical he could put that aside to do whatever the job would require.

“Arvin?”

He looked up, and she nearly lost her breath. It was Arvin’s sunkissed skin, tanned from working under the hot sun, the beams beating down on him. Or perhaps it was the freckles that lightly dusted his crooked nose, like a constellation from the cosmos above. Maybe even it was the mop that sat on his head, the color all the same of those sweet brown eyes of his. Whatever it was, she felt it could only mean one thing.

Y/n Y/l/n was confident she loved Arvin Russell.

“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused canine. Adorably endearing, she thought.

And though she had much to say, she was afraid that if he were the dog in question, then the puppy had got her tongue, so to say.

“Y/n/n?” The boy said, nudging her with his elbow, making a melodious giggle erupt from her chest. “What, cat got your tongue?” Arvin teased, and she only shook her head and smiled, as he had no idea how correct he really was.

“You could say that.”

The two shared laughs over the exchange, and at some point (neither of them are quite sure when, how, or who leaned in first), their lips connected in a short and sweet kiss. It seemed that it only lasted for a moment, and as soon as they pulled apart, Arvin and Y/n both were dying for more.

But they resisted, Arvin reaching out a cautious hand to entangle with hers. She bashfully grinned, as did he (though he did his best to resist).

“Y/n, I really like you.” He had said, his thumb running small circles upon her skin. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you like me too.” He laughed, nervous notes to the sound.

“And well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfr-”

And with a light groan, Y/n had wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing both of them to the ground. She connected their lips, the kiss so oddly blunt, an attack on his lips that he had no plan of fighting off. His hands found her hair, and her’s moved to the sides of his face, holding him so tightly, as if she was afraid he would let go.

“Yes.” She pulled away panting, her lips swollen, his flushed. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Arvin.”

They smiled as bright as the setting sun above them, and Arvin pulled her close as she buried her face in the warm crook of his neck. They stayed like that ‘till the sun went down and the stars came out of hiding, the cool summer breeze blowing around them. They both still felt it, then, the love they had only just began to realize was there. And they would continue to feel it for years to come.

Like when Arvin would get back from a job, sometimes with blood splattered on his crisp white shirts, his dirty work getting, well, dirty. She would slowly peel it from his body, taking care to make sure he wasn’t hurt. She would do her best to wash the crimson stains from the fabric, sighing if it was seeming to be of no use. Arvin would come up behind her where she was working at the sink, wrapping his strong arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Arv,” she would start, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, “damn thing won’t budge.” Arvin would just chuckle, reaching up a gentle hand, gentle only for her, to tuck the hair behind her ear, quietly speaking.

“Well I think it looks pretty good, darlin’. It’ll do just fine.” He would spin her around to face him, and pepper small kisses on her skin, smiling at her reaction. And if he was hurt, she would take care to use a warm washcloth, wiping the scarlet splatters from his creamy complexion.

The juxtaposition of the shades was always bewildering for her, oddly beautiful in a way. She never said so, though, only muttering praises of how proud she was, how strong he is, things like that. And Arvin would watch her, honey colored eyes following her as she moved about to fix him right up. No pain would have any real effect on him, not when she was there to reassure him, make him whole again.

As Arvin moved up in their small town world, in the “family”, he remained just as kind, just as gentle. Nothing really changed, no, only the lines on his forehead deepening and the crows feet becoming darker when he smiled; And Y/n’s role, as well. She stopped cleaning him up, stopped trying to rid his shirts of bloody reminders of his living. Arvin seemed to no longer be “painting walls’, but rather making sure jobs were done, everyone was staying in their places.

And things led to another, and all of a sudden Y/n and Arvin were moving into a big house, bigger than Arvin had ever even been in before. Deals and arrangements were made, settlements too.

One regular Tuesday, Arvin came home from what Y/n could tell had been a long, long, day. He was exhausted, but had this unmistakable look of excitement and joy plastered to his face. He had come in bursting through the door, not even taking off his hat or overcoat before making his way over to Y/n and kissing her silly.

“Well hello to you, too, Arv.” She laughed, amusement and curiosity both equally swirling around in her brain, wondering what could possibly have inspired this behavior.

“Things are happening, sweetheart, good, good things.” He took her hands in his, briefly shaking them before planting a kiss to them and walking away, a big smile on his face. And truth be told, not that she would admit it, it scared the Hell outta her. She wasn’t quite sure as to why, but something was itching at her brain, warning her that whatever was brewing wasn't a good thing. But nevertheless, she maintained her grin, painted lips never faltering.

The next day, when the “good things” were supposed to be happening, Arvin was seriously wondering why on God’s green Earth he had expected this to be easy.

“Come again, son?”

Arvin swallowed, shifting on his feet. He mentally scolded himself for ending up in this position again, standing in front of the Pastor’s desk, all kinds of confused. But it had to be this way, it was for the best, he knew. The sun shone through the window above the desk in front of him, right into his eyes, nearly blinding him. The Pastor didn’t really care, though.

“I’m asking for your blessing to ask Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir.”

The older man slowly nodded in understanding, taking a long drag from the expensive cigar between his fat fingers, the gold ring on his pinky also shining brightly under the harsh sun’s light.

“I just thought that after our arrangement-”

“Arvin, I don’t regret making you an heir, I don’t.” He stated, blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Hell, I can feel something big and bad coming, boy, you understand? I know God’s will is holding out on us, on this family. But it’s running thin.”

The young man clenched his jaw, internally cringing on what that might mean to the family, for the family, what it meant for Y/n. He bit his tongue, feeling the iron seep onto his taste buds.

“And I know those damn Teagardins are plotting, they’re plotting for our downfall. Making you next in line is something they won’t see coming, and I trust it’ll stay that way. But I don’t quite understand

“Well I love your daughter, I love her so much that it hurts. And if worst comes to worst…” he stopped, his bottom lip wavering for a moment, trying to carefully dance around the different outcomes of this conversation. “I feel I’ll be better able to protect her if we’re married, if she’s truly mine.” That part might have been a lie. Y/n has never been his, never would be. She was her own person, outside Arvin, outside the family. It was what he loved about her above all else.

The Pastor was quiet for a moment contemplating his response, calculating it.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes.” The answer came without thought, it was automatic for Arvin.

The Pastor smiled widely, lifting his arms.

“So, when’s the wedding, Arv?

Turns out, it was exactly a year, a month, and 6 days until Y/n and Arvin would tie the knot. Arvin had spent time, waiting to find the perfect moment to ask her the big question. He had decided on a night where the moon was bright and the sky was clear. They sat together in what they had donned “their” field, the greenery around them rustling in the wind. Though he was nervous, he had delivered a stunning speech that had taken poor Y/n’s heart by force. It ended up with both of them crying like babies and a shiny ring on Y/n’s finger.

The wedding itself had taken place on a beautiful summer’s day, and Y/n had worn a pretty white dress that had made Arvin almost faint when he saw her, standing there on her father’s arm. She was all decked out in the most expensive diamonds and pearls, courtesy of her father, making her shine like a crystal of sorts.

It was the best night of her life, Arv’s too. But the joy they had felt must have an inevitable end, as the worst night (Arvin’s too) was soon to follow.

It had been an ambush, the death of the Y/l/n family. The death toll had managed to wrack up every member immediate member of the esteemed mob family, including the Pastor, his wife, and their two sons. A bomb planted in the trunk of their Cadillac that had gone off, placed there by who knows.

When Arvin had heard, his immediate reaction was to thank God that Y/n had decided to stay with him that day, to go lay in the fields just the two of them. Immediately after she had been told, she had fallen into Arvin, her entire body weight being put into his arms. Sobs wracked through her frame, her tears dampening Arvin’s yellow button up.

Once she had “come to”, Y/n had grown to be furious rather than sad. As when you look at the lineage of her family, look at the ranks of the mob and who’s to rise to power when the one in front of them dies, well Arvin was right after Y/n’s big brother, Jamie.

And Y/n had loved her big brother, she had loved him very much and would like to believe that Arvin, her sweet, sweet Arvin, would never do anything of that multitude just to satiate his hunger and appetite for power. The hunger for power she wasn’t even aware he possessed. But how in the Hell was she even supposed to be sure?

“I want to believe you, Arv, I do. But I can’t! It don’t make any damn sense, Arvin!”

“You really think that low of me, Y/n/n?”

Y/n had been shouting, trying to confront him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But Arvin was calm as he spoke, his eyes only watering and his voice only bordering on wavering. Y/n reached a trembling hand to her scalp, pulling lightly on her roots. The tears slipping down her face were hot and salty and she hated it so much.

“What else am I supposed to think?” She lifted an arm, sniffling before putting her other one on her waist, the blue of her dress, the same dress Arvin adored so much, just barely matching what was to become of her mood. She was started to regress, the red hot anger from before transforming to a stormy blue of unsure waters.

“My whole family is dead, and it just so happened that you asked me to stay with you the day they died! My whole family is dead!” She screamed, her voice a crescendo of sorts. “And everyone is clean, Arv, except you. You got the motive, you got the alibi, I’ll give you that much.” She paused, briefly wiping her nose and looking to the blank wall to the left of her father’s office. “It’s funny;” she dryly chuckled, and Arvin looked up.

“You went from doing my daddy’s dirty work to gettin’ some poor bastard to do your own. Ironic isn’t it?”

Arvin stepped towards her, pain twisting his insides up to see his best girl afraid of him, cowering away from his touch.

“You still have me, Y/n. I’m your family.”

She looked to her feet and back to him, shaking her head.

“No, Arv. You’re not. And you will be sorry for what you did to him, to all of them. You will be.” She said, walking away with her heels clicking heavily on the wooden floors. Arvin stood still for a while, not quite sure where to go next. But it dawned on him as the stained glass shone down on his feet in the most poetic manner, that he was already there.

So he dragged his feet along with him, breaths ragged and short, his head slowly tilting up towards the glorious light. He only had to go a few feet, before he sat down in the old leather chair, the only emotions he felt being those of an imposter. He thought back to all the nervous conversations he’d had with the pastor while he was sitting in that chair, a trembling Arvin usually standing opposite, awaiting instruction.

He darted his eyes across the mahogany surface in front of him, looking at all the various things that he only could associate with Y/n’s father. His valued cigar box, the crystalline tray that rested next to it. (He swore he could still smell the fresh smoke, wafting from the little dish.) He opened it, the latch clinking before his hand reached in and his fingers clasped around one of the thick rolls of tobacco. Before he could light it, he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, and dropped it back into the box, slamming the lid.

He laid back, resting his weary head. Arvin took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, before falling into a not so peaceful slumber.

He was only woken minutes later, Joseph, Y/n’s uncle, wanting to know if Arvin had seen her lately. He shook his head, muttering an annoyed “No”. Joseph got the idea relatively quickly, exiting the room. He heard the chapel’s doors close, taking that as his queue to leave once he saw the time. So he grabbed his hat and his coat, leaving the office and making his way through the dimly lit space. His attention was caught, though, by the cross by the front pews, so beautifully shining. Arvin put down his things, and walked over to the pew, sitting down on the uncomfortable hardwood. He bowed his head, putting his interlocked fingers utop the surface in front of him.

He hadn’t done this in awhile, this whole praying thing. It seemed naive in his way of life, with the things that happened around him, the people lost. But nonetheless, if ever, now was a good time to try.

“Heavenly Father, I, I, uh, I need to talk to you. To, uh, set the record straight.” His hands were sweaty, tears welling in his eyes.

“Y/n, she’s- well she’s the love of my life, God, and I don’t think she loves me anymore. Hell, she wants me dead. But I don’t blame her, I couldn’t ever. Not after...” he paused, his bottom lip shaking, “Not if she thinks I killed her family. But I didn’t, Father, I didn’t and I could never. But she don’t see that. I need her to see that.” He raised his voice, the bitter droplets rolling down his reddened cheeks, hitting his shoes.

“I can’t live without her, I won’t. So I guess I’m askin’ you a favor, Lord. Just… let her know I didn’t do it, that I would never hurt her.” His voice cracked, his words barely audible, not that whoever was listening cared.

“That I love her so much.”

Arvin muttered something of an “Amen”, and then just sat there for he wasn’t sure how long. His silence was interrupted by a mellow and raw voice, cutting through the silence like the sharpest dagger.

“It was the Teagardin family. I just found out.”

Arvin stood and turned so fast he dizzied himself, having to hold onto the back of the pew for stability. His bottom lip quivered, his flushed features gaining a confused look.

“Y/n/n? How long you been there?” He questioned, not bothering to wipe his eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, fumbling with her hands.

“Long enough.”

There was a mutual understanding at her few words from the two of them, and an apology within them all the same. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose runny and her overall appearance disheveled. Despite that, just the fact that she was there, to him, made her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Arvin could tell she was holding herself back, her emotions, too, as she started to speak, barely able to get through a sentence as she rambled about how she shouldn’t have assumed things, and that it wasn’t right of her to accuse her beloved of something so dire. But none of it mattered to Arvin as he strode towards her, her words only ceasing when he finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Arv.” She sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life. That was all she said, repeating it over and over again with the exception of “I love you” also being reiterated.

Her husband spoke over her hushed tone, saying “It’s alright, doll, I know. You were right to think that, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” They continued that way for some time until they both regained their bearings, Arvin wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the front stairs of the chapel.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl.” He had said, so they did. Arvin kissed the side of her head, regarding once more how he loved her, before starting the ride home, his hand on her thigh the whole time, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

His mind was plagued with thoughts of the past, and he remembered an old saying he had heard long ago. What was it? Ah, you know what they say.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

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