#not sure why people invaded the heart to heart probably because they had it in a bar
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XCOM au, discussion of past major character death, complicated feelings. Also for sake of sense ElQuackity is just El. I'm not... Hugely great on Roier in terms of character or early QSMP lore so... I just hope its fine. He's... Having a very bad day, and so not especially silly. Set just after a mission I haven't written, one where Ramon is collected and Spreen is confirmed as dead. Trump's been around a month or so.
implied ex possibly onesided Roier/Spreen, referenced ex Fit/Spreen, referenced ex Maxo/Dan. It's mostly Roier and Missa, but they get gatecrashed before fully resolving their shit.
It's late, and they're off shift, and the bar is busy. Roier sits alone in the corner, but for Quackity pouring him glass after glass of the shitty wine. El is serving shots at the other end of the bar, while Maxo, Wilbur, and Tubbo fight over who is in charge of entertainment tonight. Bad's watching the kids as they have a sleepover in the common room, and lets the parents destress after a rough couple of weeks.
And then there is Missa, hiding behind his hood and his avian, throwing glances at Roier every third step.
Roier... Does not want this conversation. He's too burnt out to be cheerful, too tired to stay polite; he has never wanted this conversation, and certainly not in a noisy bar, but... But Spreen is dead and Missa is here, and while they've settled into one another someday they need to kill the elephant in the room.
He gestures him over.
Philza lets him go, and hesitantly Missa comes.
"Missa," Roier raises his glass to the other man.
The hood is tugged down further, hands wrapped in his sleeves in an almost childish attempt at self-comfort, "Roier. How... Are you holding up?"
Roier shrugs, and pretends the truth isn't true, "I'm fine. We kinda knew this was coming anyway, didn't we?"
"It feels different," Missa hesitantly takes a seat, and Quackity brings him a bottle of... Something fruity before vanishing back to surely cause problems for the rest. "I knew he was gone, but now he's... Actually gone?"
"He was always there before," Roier agrees, and forces Missa to meet his eyes. "Still is, in some ways."
"We loved him," Missa says.
"I would have seen him dead," Roier replies. "I was supposed to be the one to kill him."
And Missa smiles, and Roier is surprised to see that the tears dripping over the teeth of his tattoo are quiet ones, "I'm sorry."
Roier glares, "he murdered my dogs, threw me out of my home, injured and to die, and you believed every word he said. You said to my face you were on hid side. You can't just-" Roier notices him getting louder, and clasps it back down. "You can't just apologise it away, Missa."
"He's my brother," Missa says, as if it explains everything. "You- You were just his friend! He was my brother! He loved me, he loved me so much, he taught me and believed in me and kept me safe! And I thought he loved you - why wouldn't I believe him?!"
And Roier can't handle this, so he grabs the bottle to pour himself more wine, and prays for the best. "Missa, it's fine."
"It isn't fine!" And when did Missa grow the spine to argue back? "It's not fine! It's not! Because you're here and I'm here and he's not, and I love him, I love my brother, but he hurt you and I hurt you and it's not going to be okay again!"
"Do you even want it to be okay again?" Roier asks. "Do you even care?!"
"I'm trying!" Missa replies. "I'm trying, but I don't know where you want me to meet you! I watch your back, and I worry when you're hurt, and you must worry about me because I've seen you linger, but what are we?! What are we if Spreen is gone?!"
"We're friends," Roier replies, because that is what they always were. He downs the glass because if he's doing this, he's not doing it sober. "I loved him and you love him and I hate him. He tore out my heart and left me to die. He was my first love, my best friend, and the man who would have been my killer. You... You're not any of that, Missa, you're just..."
What even is Missa?
The man is still, frozen, quiet.
"You're just the little brother of the best and the worst man I ever knew and god damn it I loved him once, and I hated him too, but he's dead and you're here and you're," Roier scrambles for words. "I don't hate you, Missa. I hated your brother, but he's dead, and I think I'm too tired to hate anyone anymore."
"I missed you," Missa admits. "For years. I know Spreen wanted what was best, and I used to believe he knew what that was, but I missed you anyway."
And maybe that means more to Roier than the apology.
Because he's tired, and he's bitter, and it's been years - he's found a new love now, but he needs to know...
He needs to know he was missed, just like he missed them.
Hesitantly Roier reaches out, and touches the now sobbing Missa's shoulder. Missa folds against him, and Roier...
"I missed you too," he admits. "I missed him too."
They stay like that a while. It's Maxo who interrupts them, having abandoned his quest to DJ tonight in search of a drink - not shots like El offers, but an actual bottle of his own choice.
He looks at the two, curious.
"Dead loved ones club," Roier tells him, half as a joke.
Maxo pulls up a stool, and joins them both. He slumps against the bar, and says, "we haven't found proof Dan is dead, yet, but... I think we know."
Roier thinks of a toddler who looks too like the twenty year old photos in Maxo's wallet, and has to agree.
"Spreen was a bastard," it's Fit who wanders over now, seeing them together and a bottle in his hand. "Asshole of a man. Fuck me for loving him, but..."
He downs the beer, and Roier thinks that if anyone understands him, it's the other idiot who loved Spreen.
But why wouldn't you? Strong, protective, dedicated, funnier than the entire Order combined...
The scars on Roier's back smart, but they're there all the same.
"I hated him," Roier says, and the more he says it the harder it is to maintain it's true. "But I loved him."
"Cheers to that," Fit clinks his empty bottle against Roier's empty glass, and pretends to drink from it.
Roier does the same.
"I just love Dan," Maxo says. "It was hard with our- our, er, language. But we learnt. And I loved him. And now I have my baby, but he isn't here. We were supposed to raise a baby together, not like this."
Of all people Fit offers Maxo an arm as he starts crying, Roier's already busy with Missa and Quackity the wrong side of the bar.
Crying which is louder, and draws attention of Philza. His eyes sweep over the group, sharpen when they see Missa, and he drifts over.
"You all good?" he asks.
"Dead lovers club," Fit explains in a few words, then spots Missa and adds. "Or brothers. So I guess pull up a chair."
There's something unspoken between Philza, Missa, and Fit; it passes Roier by, but he's curious. He's allowed to be curious, even with the shattered void of emotions where Spreen should have been.
Tubbo and Wilbur seem to have come to some conclusion where they are both doing something; the room gets louder with the music, hides the group in the back corner even more so.
Under the cover of the music, Fit calls for a round of shots - El tries to deliver them, only for Quackity to steal the tray from his twin.
Once they all have them in hand, Fit nods to the group, and raises his glass, and calls in a half-drunken slur, "to glorious bastards, the cunts they became, and to we the fools that love them!"
Roier, Missa, Fit - they drink to that.
Maxo, the one of them whose dead loved one comes with no complications, hesitates to drink the toast.
Philza, who hadn't drank to it just yet, points his cup directly to Maxo instead.
"To we the fools that love," he repeats, in a much gentler voice.
"To we the fools that love," Maxo repeats, in Spanish.
And everyone drinks to that one.
#qsmp x xcom#qsmp fanfic#i... god how do i tag this one#i came up with it while heading back from the pool and it seemed on the shorter end so scribbled it out#and I do feel like this happened but I feel the words are wrong so...#well. enjoy#not sure why people invaded the heart to heart probably because they had it in a bar
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Sweetheart
College!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
You’re at a party when your friend’s older sister approaches you. One thing leads to another and you wind up alone with her
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Cursing, oral, fingering, daddy kink, dom!natasha
Note: This is spicy lol. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! I’m aware a part cuts off on mobile. See the library reblog for more. Enjoy!
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There she is. Standing across the room from you with a beer in her hand is the girl you have had a crush on from the moment you laid eyes on her. Natasha Romanoff.
Everyone’s favorite mystery girl that no one could seem to get with. The hottest guys and the hottest girls had no luck.
You are friends with her sister, Yelena, and there were countless times that people would ask her how to be approach her sister. She would warn them against trying. Nobody ever succeeded.
She catches you looking at her, but instead of shooting you a hard glare, she smirks at you and takes a sip of her drink. You shiver.
“What was that about?” Your friend Kate appears at your side.
“Huh?” You try to play dumb.
“Nat totally checked you out,” she says.
“What? No she didn’t!”
“Sure, okay,” Kate teases. “That’s why she’s coming this way.”
Before you can reply, Kate sneaks off probably to find her girlfriend. And you turn to walk the other direction, but you run directly into a person.
“Hey sweetheart,” Natasha says. She’s called you that since the first night she met you. Yelena had invited you home for the holidays and Nat coined the term for you. The close proximity to her makes your heart pound.
“Oh hey Nat,” you reply, trying your best to sound cool and collected.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Nat says. The party is crowded, but it feels like you’re the only two people in the room.
“Yelena has been busy with Kate, so-“
“That’s a shame,” Nat says. She moves closer to you. Her hand comes to your chin and lifts it up. It’s like she’s trying to memorize your face with how intensely she’s staring. “I missed you, pretty girl.”
You open your mouth to speak, but no words come.
“Cute,” she says. Her eyes look from your lips to your eyes and back. You think she just might kiss you when suddenly you’re interrupted. Natasha drops her hand from your face and steps back.
“Hey y/n,” a voice comes from behind you. You turn to see a girl that you’ve been out with a couple of times, but she ended up dating someone else instead.
“Oh hey Wanda,” you say.
“Are you here alone?” Wanda asks. You don’t miss the jealous glance she throws at Natasha.
Nat knows what happened between you and Wanda because Yelena had told her. Secretly, she asks after you often.
“Actually,” the redheaded woman interjects. She wraps an arm around your waist. “She’s with me tonight.”
Wanda is taken back by her words. She gives you a measly smile and walks away.
“What was that for?” You ask Nat once Wanda’s out of earshot.
Nat pulls you by your waist upstairs and into a room where you could hear each other better. She shuts the door behind you.
“Well?”
“She treated you like shit. You can’t fall back into that scheme she does. Sure she’s hot, but it’s not worth it,” Nat explains.
“You don’t get to make that choice for me. I didn’t mind telling her that I was here alone. And do you really think low enough of me that you think I’d fall back into her trap?” You ask her. You’re feeling yourself get angry, but Nat just smiles. You sigh. “What?”
“That is the most I have ever heard you speak,” Natasha says.
You feel heat rush up your neck. The fact that you’re alone here with Nat is finally sinking in.
“Oh, I guess I’m kinda quiet. But I just needed you to not have a bad opinion of me and think I’d try to get with her. She has a boyfriend and I would never,” you explain.
She crosses the room to get closer to you. Once again, she invades your space.
“You’re cute when you ramble,” she says. She’s just inches from your face.
“Natasha,” you say, practically breathless from how close she is. You’ve never seen her this up close before. She’s even more beautiful than you thought.
Nat takes your cheeks in her hands and rubs her thumbs over them.
“You’re gorgeous,” she says. You could shrink under her strong gaze, but you stand tall. “Did you know that?”
“No,” you mumble honestly. You’ve never been one to boast about your appearance.
“Oh that won’t do,” she says. “Can I make you know it?”
You’re not sure what you’re about to agree to, but you want to say yes more than anything in the world.
“Yes please,” your words come out and you feel embarrassed but Natasha doesn’t let that last.
She surges forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips. It feels like it never has before. One of her hands comes to the back of your neck as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue slips into your mouth and your knees actually do go weak. She gives you a break.
“Do you believe it now?” She asks.
“I might need some more convincing,” you try your best attempt at flirting.
Natasha smirks and nudges you onto the bed. She crawls onto it and straddles your waist.
“So you can flirt,” she marvels. She leans down and kisses you once again. Her lips feel even better this time. Soon, her lips find their way onto your neck. You feel her lips, tongue, and teeth against your skin.
“Oh Nat,” you moan out and she smiles against your neck.
“Keep doing that, baby. Tell me what you like,” she says between kisses.
“Okay,” you say.
She stops kissing you and lifts her head up. You take in the sight of her above you. She’s ethereal. Her fingers slip under your shirt hem.
“You’re going to have to answer me better than that,” Natasha commands. You look at her confusedly.
“Um- yes?” You try.
“No. Come on, baby girl, you know what I’m trying to get you to say. Can I take your shirt off?” She feeds you the question.
It hits you then what she means. You’ve not called anyone that before, but it feels right with her here taking such good care of you already.
“Yes daddy,” you say. She smirks.
“Good girl.”
Natasha picks up the pace from there. She takes off your shirt and her own before slipping off your bra as well.
She takes one breast in her hands as she licks your nipple on the other. Nat takes her time worshipping your body. Each second makes you wetter and wetter.
“Let daddy take care of you,” she says as she moves down your legs and unzips your pants, slipping them off expertly.
Nat litters soft kisses to your thighs. Your body is threatening to reach your peak without her even touching you right where you need her.
“Natasha, please,” you can’t help but beg. She stops kissing your thighs and you practically whine at the loss of contact.
“Patience, dorogoy,” she says. You don’t know what it means, but the accent she uses makes you even wetter.
She ghosts a finger over your panties and moans when she feels the wetness through them.
“Did anyone ever touch you like this?”
“No. Only you, daddy,” you answer.
“Where did my shy girl go?” She teases you. You turn red at her words.
She smirks and finally pulls your panties to the side before she slips her fingers through your wetness.
“Fuck,” she mumbles. “All for me.”
“All for you.”
She plunges a finger inside of you and immediately you’re moaning louder. Nat wastes no time adding a couple of more fingers and filling you up.
“You take my fingers so well, sweetheart. Imagine what you’d do to my strap.”
And you do imagine it. You can’t help but want that to happen with her.
“Nat I’m so-“
“Come for me, baby. Come for daddy,” she says.
And you do. You coat her fingers in cum and she works you through every moment of your orgasm.
“Fuck that was so hot,” Natasha says. She brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them.
You watch in awe as she keeps eye contact with you. She smirks and shifts to kiss you. Nat leaves you with a bite to your lip before she slips her fingers into your mouth. You suck on them as she wants you to. Once she relents, you try to take control.
“I want to taste you,” you tell her.
“Oh, do you?” Natasha teases.
“Please daddy.”
“Well, I can’t say no to that.”
She lays on the bed next to you and unhooks her bra. It falls to the side. Your eyes go wide at her breasts.
You move over her and suck on her nipples probably for far too long. But the moans you’re pulling from her are well worth it.
Eventually you move on and take her pants off. You’re careful as you pull them down her legs and she smiles at your softness.
“You’re not going to hurt me, sweetheart,” she says. You take them off. She’s wearing boxers underneath. Your brain is fuzzy as you slip them off of her as well.
“Natasha, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her as she lays there naked. She seems shy for first time.
You wonder if this is why no one ever succeeds in getting with her. She has more layers than you thought.
“Please,” she says.
You don’t tease her like she teased you and instead jump right in. You lick her softly and she pushes your head further into her center.
When you take her clit in your mouth, she moans and you add a finger to work in tandem with your mouth.
“Fuck baby,” she says. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, daddy,” you say.
You love the taste of her against your tongue as she comes. She relaxes and you move up the bed to lay next to her. Nat turns her head to you and you feel shy again.
“Do you know you’re gorgeous now?” She asks.
In lieu of answering, you kiss her lips ever so softly. It takes all of your confidence, but the way she chases after your lips for another kiss gives you a boost.
“We should probably get back to the party,” she says.
“Yeah,” you agree.
But neither of you make the move to get up.
“Yelena’s gonna kill me,” you wonder out loud.
“Oh god. Please don’t say my sister’s name when I’m naked in bed with you,” Natasha says. She feigns disgust and you grin. “But I won’t let her kill you.”
“Thanks Nat.”
After a few more moments, you both get up and find your clothes.
“You ready?” She asks. It seems like another loaded question. You’re ready for everything with this woman and you hope so much that she’ll indulge you in this fact.
“I am,” you answer.
Nat surprises you when she intertwines her fingers with yours before you exit the room together.
You’re hand in hand with Natasha Romanoff, the woman you’ve been in love with for some time. It’s absolutely perfect.
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𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
ft: kokushibo Tsugikuni, douma hashibira, akaza soyama, demon!reader
I’ll probably make a pt 2 for the rest of the demons + the clones ! Banner by @mmadeinheavenn
# kokushibo ! ☆
KOKUSHIBO takes time to learn he adores you, he starts off with simple admiration. He attempts to convince himself he's just inspired by your talents, your strengths and your skills. He'll even attempt to train or spar with you as his body hopes to get close it you but his mind tries to deny it.
Surprisingly, Kokushibo can be the most self aware about his feelings, once he finally brushes off the denial stage he actually understand how he feels about you. He's been in love during his years as a human, he thinks he knows how to go about this.
Kokushibo is a very traditional man, his skills and knowledge of love are centuries old but he will still go about it the same way he does as a human. He'll watch from afar seeming to get to know you in silence before going after you face to face. He starts off as some sort of admirer of some sort, gifting you roses in secret seems to be his favorite tactic.
Once he's able to approach you face to face, he'll put up an act per say. Trying to get you to like his presence claiming Muzan wants him to train you, in reality he just wants to be close to you. Take in your presence until he finds the comfort into charming and courting you into adoring him as well.
# douma ! ☆
Poor people who are apart cult, because DOUMA is insufferable when he falls in love. While you can’t directly blame the demon as he never experienced such emotions. Even so, he annoys one to many people around him.
Douma ask one too many questions once he finally begins to feel something. His questions are oddly specific and he spits so many out like rapid fire. Some people may not even understand what he's trying to explain, as his descriptions are so abnormal. Don't be mad, he just has so many questions! He needs to know how he feels! He needs to know how he feels for you!!
"Is it normal to feel like the phrase where a certain insect is in your stomach?" or "What do i do when my cheeks rise above the 32 degrees Fahrenheit and become a shade of pink" once he saw a couple in his cult kiss and had bugged them with so many questions.. "what did you both just do with each other? Why do I yearn to do that with name as well?
he clings onto much more then he would originally. He complain once you have to go do missions and will try to accompany you no matter what. the only time you will get some peace is if muzan calls upon one of you. Even then he'll whine having to depart from each other even if its only for a couple of minutes. He's attached to you by the hip, at one point you're going to be annoyed by his antics. if the people in his cult are right about what he feels about you. Maybe being close to you will make you adore him?
# akaza ! ☆
At first AKAZA finds you as a nuisance. His mind tries to push you out of it but he can't help how you invade his thoughts and he can't get his mind off of you! It's not his fault your so intoxicating!
At first, he distances himself from you as he believes your the main problem. he's supposed to be focused on become the strongest and training himself to achieve his goal. he shouldn't be focused on the thought of being by your side and the chance to hold your hand! It's only then when he comes to his senses to realize he's fallen in love with you.
Once he realizes that distancing himself from you isn't the right way to go, he'll approach you.. slowly. It only starts from his commenting on your blood demon art, them commenting on your fighting skills. He even asks for inspiration or for guidance which is something he never say a word about around any other demon. It takes him a while to open up to you and actually begin to fluently have a conversation with you. Once he does get there, you've sure earned a place in his heart.
Douma bugs him about this, he never hears the end about it once the uppermoon knows. He'll pester Akaza about anything about you knowing it gets under his skin, he'll even go as far as to bother you about it. This only lands Douma a missing jaw and an embarrassed Akaza
#@.komoboko writes#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny x reader#demon slayer#demon slayer x reader#upper moons#kokushibo#kokushibo x reader#douma#douma x reader#akaza#akaza x reader#x reader#fluff#kny fanfic#kny fluff#headcanon#hcs
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A few words about Charlastor
Today I saw this post:
(Sorry, I can't post the link, Twitter doesn't want to work on my computer today :\ )
I will quote it here because it made me think again:
Currently, the closest person to Charlie is Vaggie, while Alastor invades her space, Vaggie and Alastor are opposed to each other, Vaggie wants to run a hotel for Charlie (her whole life is based on Charlie...), while Alastor has his own reasons (more on which later we don't fully know) and the two are portrayed as opposing forces pulling Charlie, Vaggie in one direction and Alastor in the other. Charlie's relationship with Alastor will deepen in future seasons (which the author wrote about, that Alastor and Charlie are the main characters of HH and what we see after the pilot), thus distancing it from Vaggie, which we see already in the first season (and what I wrote posts about ), that Charlie's relationship with Vaggie will surely deteriorate as it goes on, their quarrel over Vaggie's lie was, in my opinion, just the first glitch in their relationship (although not very well written in my opinion anyway), at some point in the story Charlie will had to choose between Vaggie and Alastor (and Niffty):
And considering the other screenshots, they are either forshadowings only to the fact that in future seasons Charlie will be getting closer to Alastor and away from Vaggie, or they may generally herald Alastor's victory over Vaggie, it depends, they are definitely confirmation that the further the seasons, the more Charlostor's content we will have than Chaggie's, the only question is which one will be the endgame?
Alastor stealing Charlie:
Significant bed scene, Vaggie wakes up without Charlie, alone, and Charlie is later in bed with Alastor on a heart-shaped pillow:
Besides, I read about Zoophobia and old sketches of Alastor and Autumn, and in my opinion Autumn reminds me a bit of Charlie... but in order.... First, let's go to Roo or Eve (if you prefer), well, I saw one Tik Tok and I definitely agree with it:
Charlie actually resembles Eve much more than Lilith, it always surprised me that Charlie has more father-like features both in appearance and character, and has none of Lilith's (especially when it comes to her ahem... physical qualities...), but I thought they just made her a typical "daddy's girl" and that's it... but if Eve is Charlie's mother and not Lilith..., we still had Lucifer's comment that he stole from Adam both wives, both Lilith and Eve, and although he married Lilith, he probably slept with Eve..., then the only question arises: why did Lilith decide to raise a child that was not her own?
Roo (Eve):
Charlie:
Lilith:
Lucifer:
Charlie and Eve (Roo) have exactly the same nose, the same lines under their eyes (Charlie in his demonic form has them) and the body sharp is the same, Lucifer by the way does not have a nose (:D), Lilith has a completely different nose, only Eve's nose matches Charlie's....
Moving on, we know that Alastor made a deal with someone, many people speculate that he made it with Lilith, but there are also people who believe that with Roo and I, although I also considered Lilith at the beginning, it was thrown in our faces this 7-year break (that Lilith has not been in Hell for 7 years and Alastor disappeared for 7 years), seems too obvious..., moreover, we know that Lilith had a contract with Adam (end of episode 8), and Adam did not know Alastor, so how could Alastor have an agreement with Lilith and be with her for these 7 years in heaven, if Adam didn't know him at all..., while Roo..., and this is where the issue of Zoophobia begins, i.e. Viv's first idea, where most of the HH characters came from:
In Zoophobia we had the so-called KayCee, i.e. chaos itself and the main antagonist, interestingly KayCee liked apples (a reference to Eve and her picking an apple from the Garden of Eden, the first sin?):
KayCee had white hair, horns, and the original Alastor was in love with her:
So KayCee is nothing other than the prototype of Eve.
Moving on, the original Alastor was also obsessed with Autumn, the character of Zoophobia, a blonde deer:
Autumn is a very helpful and good-hearted character and: ,,Although outwardly he appears mature and rational, in reality he is extremely insecure, suffering from low self-esteem. Autumn continues to seek recognition and thanks from others for a little help from him, showing that he needs the appreciation of others. Autumn is also very sensitive and short-tempered: in the webcomic, when Rusty teases him about the little antlers, Autumn explodes in anger and violently scolds him."
Doesn't this in some way resemble the description of Charlie..., a girl with a good heart, wanting to help everyone, and also sometimes quick-tempered (when, for example, heaven rejects her or when Susan pisses her off :D )
So we have Eve, who used to be KayCee, and Charlie, who has a lot of Autumn in her, and if it turns out that Charlie is actually Eve's daughter, Charlie will be a combination of KayCee and Autumn, considering her appearance and character traits are taken from both, two characters that the original Alastor was crazy about ;)
And finally, some shots of Charlie and Alastor:
And remember about Niffty and KeeKee, they are very important, after all they are in the HH logo :)
KeeKee, a pet belonging to Charlie and Niffty, Alastor's ,,pet" ;)
Sorry for the long post again, but I just can't keep it short :D
Thank you for reading and have a nice day, evening or night :)
#charlastor#hazbin hotel#radiobelle#alastor#charlie morningstar#charlie x alastor#anti chaggie#niffty#keekee#zoophobia#eve#roo#lilith morningstar
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Two people one bed trope with the mashle gang (nothing steamy, mostly crack)
So I recently fell into the mashle rabbit hole and there's not enough content so here are my thoughts about the main cast having to share a room with you, their crush:
Those who will accept to share the bed with you:
Dot is very excited about sleeping in the same bed with you but he has never done it before so he is very nerveous. He spends the whole night awake, sweating bullets, unable to move a muscle and barely breathing as he is anxious about disturbing your sleep. He will still boast the next day to his friends about the "hot" night you spent sharing a bed but everyone is calling out his bluff. 4 out 10 his immobility was concerning you had to check his pulse thinking he died but also don't talk big when you can't even hold a hand?
Lance would probably not care much. He hops in his pyjamas and sleeps on his side his back facing away from you, hugging a giant pillow with the picture of his little sister on it. Also he either sleeps with open eyes or some other uncanny sleeping stuff . 5/10, good night sleep but the lack of physical proximity was underwhelming plus the sleep talk took you by surprise
Lemon pretends to be surprised even though it's no coincidence you have to share the same bed (she swears it's a honest mistake tehehehe). It would be like a nice pyjama party but she will keep asking you questions all night long. If you are still able by some miracle to fall asleep despite her never ending talk, you will wake up after a short moment felling a pair of glowing yellow globes eerily staring at you as if they were piercing your soul... 5 out of 10, too much activity and staring with not enough sleep.
Those who prefer jumping in the mouth of a volcano to jumping in the same bed with you:
Of course Mash breaks the door to your room and is shocked to be greeted by one big bed instead of two small ones. However, don't you worry, he puts the door back in its frame and will guard it to make sure no will disturb your sleep. You used magic to fix the door? Huh, he just remembered he wanted to try a new training. He does an invisible chair and sleeps like that for the whole night. He really doesn't want to invade your intimacy 6/10 confused but got the heart in the right place.
Finn tries complaining to the staff about the mistake which makes you think that maybe he doesn't like you. Him becoming a blushing mess when confronted with the reality of sharing a room makes you reconsider your first impression. He deeply appologizes for the uncomfortable situation and you cannot convince him to get in the bed with you. He chooses to sleep on the chair. 7 out 10 a true gentleman.
Bonus: (because why not)
Like his brother Rayne tries to make the management fix the issue. His intimidating looks and impressive title do not take him very far. Despite your reassurances, he refuses to take advantage of the situation. He sleeps in the corridor, his back leaning on your room's door. 8 out of 10, a chivalrous knight.
You think that Orter would give the hotel an earful when the promised double room is just one king bed instead but the sight makes his brain short cut. He looks at the bed then back at you, announces he will get a drink before leaving and never looking back. He doesn't invite you and drinks the night away at the hotel bar all alone. ?? out 10 because you were kinda hopeful he was coming back and that would spark the begining of your love story but at the same time you appreciate his thoughtfulness about giving all of the space you need??
Ryoh would moonwalk out of the room and go back home to spend the night with his family. He would probably use light magic or teleportation IDK. What I do know is that sharing a room let alone a bed with somebody else would be cheating and ain't no way that man gonna cheat on his baby mama!! 1000 out of 10 for our loyal king 🤴
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Hi, I was wondering for if I could submit this prompt when requesting. It’s kind of similar to ember’s and wade’s dynamic in Elemental and it’s slightly angsty but it’s mostly lighthearted.
-It includes Donnie from the 2012 show and the reader. The premise is that the two started to bond during the three months they were refugees at the farm during season three due to the Kraang Invasion, The reader starts to develop feelings for Donnie as the feeling is mutual, but he’s quick to deny it- due to fearing of being turned down again and having a complex where he views himself as a freak due to being a mutant turtle and not being able to fit in with society and happily accepted.
-the reader tries to confess to Donnie on how they love him in the woods but he’s quick to shut them down(even if it’s mutual) : saying that it could never work out due to them being different species and how he’s just a mutant and could never make the reader happy in the end. The reader comforts Donnie and they have a heart to heart and Donnie reconsiders the confession.
I was actually sooooooo excited to write this you have no idea!!!! Ngl tho this turned out way longer then I thought it would and I kept getting stumped and then taking like month long breaks so sorry this one took so long!😶
Okay, listen!
2012 Donnie x reader
Fluff! Slight angst, comfort
After the Kraang invaded New York everyone moved to live in April's old farm house you and Donnie ended up getting closer than you originally thought. You guys are friends but your feelings have changed. Donnie always thought you would be happy with a human partner so now you're left with a broken heart and no best friend.
"Donnie, your not just a mutant," said April. Donnie had come to apologize to her about the way he acts towards her. Which is fair. While he didn't mean any harm it was good he was starting to understand boundaries.
You had been bringing groceries back to the farmhouse and saw April and Donnie talking. You could use some help with the bags so you decided to enlist Donnie's help bringing them in.
"hey Donnie, April!" You greeted.
"Hi y/n!" Donnie replied.
"O-oh hey, y/n." April seemed to feel a bit awkward.
"Hey D, when you get the chance could you help me bring in the groceries?"
"Oh sure y/n! Sorry what were you gonna say April?"
"Um- well... just that. I care about you Donnie, mutant or not."
You had made it inside after hearing that and set the groceries on the counter before turning to head back outside. Donnie met you in the kitchen and you two walked back out to the car to grab everything else.
Walking back to the farmhouse you decided to ask.
"You mind if I ask what you and April where chatting about?"
"Nothing really. I was just saying sorry for making her uncomfortable. And that I didn't realize what I was doing until bigfoot came along. Now I just feel like an idiot, ya know? Everyone told me it was creepy, even you!"
"It happens to everyone, sometimes people just need to learn things from first hand experience. Now you know and you won't make the same mistake again." You shrugged. You never did care for his shenanigans but you made sure to tell him when he crossed the line.
"Yeah, never again." He cringed at the thought. Even though he was relieved the situation with April was finally over he couldn't help the fact that it still hurt. Yeah, he understands that April doesn't like him and why. It certainly doesn't help, though, that this whole situation picked at a prominent insecurity of his like an old itchy scab. That being that he will probably never be loved that way.
Because he's just an ugly mutant.
As he helped you put everything away he became lost in his own thoughts. As a result, however, you couldn't help but notice his crestfallen expression. Racking your brain to find a way to comfort him only one thing came to mind. Out of all the brothers you were least close to Donnie. You guys never really had much to talk about. And as curious as you were about his inventions he was usually to preoccupied to answer questions or you were swept away by someone else before you could ask any.
Now though, there was nothing urgent or exciting (even if it was new) that would demand your attention.
"Hey D, you working on anything new since we got here?" You asked while putting the last of the food in the pantry. It was a simple question really, but you figured it was better than nothing.
"huh? Sorry did you say something?" He blinked.
"I said you working on any new contraptions lately or have you just been settling in?" Now turning from the cupboards to look at him. He stared at you blankly for a second more before confusion shifted into his face. He must not have expected you to ask. Makes sense, you never have before.
"I- Well I have been working on something but I'm not very far its a- well it's kinda like... it would probably just be better if I showed you. I- if, you want." He ran through his works sprinted through those stutters and punctuated his sentence with a swift look at the floor.
"Sure, I'm free right now, as it happens." You joked to lift the thin bed sheet of awkward that had seemed to settle over the two of you.
"Oh. Okay, uuuh follow me."
He didn't laugh. To be fair he didn't need to but you've been wondering for a while if you have a bad sense of humor soooo, ya know, that was fun.
Regardless you followed him to the old barn where he set up shop. Old tools and scrap metal where strewn across the desk he stopped at. He then promptly turned around and stepped out of the way to awkwardly present his unfinished work at the center of the desk. He was right, he was not very far with it at all. You had no idea what you were looking at. Regardless you stepped closer, gave it a good looksie without touching it, and then turned to Donnie.
"Explain it to me."
He looked at you like you had shown him the answer to all the worlds most complicated scientific questions. It didn't take long for him to knock back into reality though, and when he did oh boy. You opened a whole new book, and this book, it made you feel like you never learned to read. Luckily, Donnie was never short of words to help your understanding.
And that is how you bff-ness started. The two of you were practically inseparable, neither of you realized how well you meshed until that fateful day and how boy did you both of you feel you missed out. Infact, you went from being the least close in the whole group to being tweedle Don and tweedle Dum Dumb.
Not to say that you were dumb, you just did stupid crap and convinced Donnie to do it with you. At first, people either didn't care or was happy that you guys grew closer. However, as time went on people either wouldn't care, or be extremely annoyed by your guys' constant "experiments" in the woods.
(when Leo woke up though, he was just concerned tbh. Like: Ohmygoshnoooooooo😰)
And by experiments, well, there was the time you guys lit a tree up and almost started a forest fire. Or that time you insisted that you knew your mushrooms and convinced Donnie to help you make a soup with some, only to get yourselves massively sick. And let's not forget the time you jumped off a tall rock into a small lake only to realize that that small lake was infact just a really big puddle.
As April would put it, you two got along like a house fire. Which is another incident you two almost caused, just... ya know... in the barn. So its not as bad!
You and Donnie were chilling in the barn like you normally did when you weren't trying to get yourself killed (allegedly). Donnie had long since finished his explanation on this device for testing April's brain waves. You two sat in comfortable silence as you daydreamed tilting on your chair, legs propped up on the back of the sad excuse of a truck. Inevitably you tilted to far and fell to the floor with a loud WHOMP!
Donnie turned around concerned for you wellbeing, like a normal person. However before he can say a word you speak.
"Hey D, you ever use a magnifying glass to burn messages into stuff?" Staying put on your place on the floor not seeming to bothered.
"no?"
At this you grin up at him and whipp out a magnifying glass from your pocket.
"Would you like to?"
Gosh that smile. He learned pretty quickly that whenever you smiled like that you were gonna do something. You were set to enjoy yourself wether he came along or not. Like the puddle incident. he tried to tell you it seemed to shallow but you did NOT care. He couldn't stop you from jumping but he could stop you from breaking your tailbone. And when he went to catch you the force of your fall threw him right on his butt with a loud splash. No one hurt, (yes you were, you just couldn't tell yet) just drenched. You guys just sat there laughing for a good while before you finally admitted you should have listened to him.
That's when he decided that even if is was stupid he'd at least tag along for the fun of it. And that's what led him behind the chicken coop looking for broken boards or thick sticks to burn creepy messages. You wanted to scatter them around the forest and see what would happen if the others found them. It seemed to be a harmless enough prank. That is until you actually got to burning the stuff.
You both began buring your messages on the sicks behind the barn. Donnie having chosen a classic 'I'm watching' with you deciding on 'you smell different awake'.
"You're so weird." Donnie laughed.
"Perhaps, but you can't tell me that the idea of someone sniffing you in your sleep isn't creepy."
"I feel like someone sniffing you awake without you noticing is the creeper implication there."
You both continued debating about wether it was creeper to be sniffed unknowingly asleep or awake. During said debate, without realizing, you continued to point the magnifying glass at perfect angle towards your stick.
And after a little bit of a back and forth between you and Donnie he stopped you.
"hey do you smell something burning?" You look back at your stick right as a small fire erupts on it. You were kneeling pretty far over you stick and the fire was almost right in your face. You freaked, jumping out of your skin and kicking the stick away from you.
Right. Into. The barn.
"Oops." Is all you said as the fire started to eat up the dry wood of the ancient barn wall.
You and Donnie kicked into panic mode as you both started frantically fanning the flames with your jacket in hope of blowing out the fire. Unfortunately for you the fire was already at the point of no return. Fanning it would only blow the flames further up the barn. After realizing that was only making it worse you started to kick the wall in hopes of stomping out the flames. Donnie, meanwhile, nervously shuffled in place looking for and thinking of anything he could possibly use to put out the fire. About to head in one direction before stopping and changing trajectory only to stop again to repeat the same panicked tango. Throughout this whole disaster you were both screaming at each other. Either about ideas to put the fire out or incomprehensible fear.
Eventually due to all the racket Leo and Raph came outside to see what the frick was going on. Leo, because he was trying to meditate, and Raph because you both needed to shut up.
When they saw what whas happening however, they went from annoyed to frantic real fast. Raph went inside to fill a bucket with water while Leo grabbed the hose to do the same. When Raph ran through the house he grabbed Mikey's attention as he was walking down the stairs. Then he got April and Casey's who were in the kitchen when he started impatiently filling said bucket.
Not answering any of their questions from the moment he got to the kitchen to the moment he ran out all three curious teens followed him to the smoking barn. There was no bucket by the hose so Leo had opted to just bringing the hose to the fire however the water couldn't quite reach so he was pouring water into yours and Donnies hands. You both threw water on the fire that had almost entirely engulfed flames. Safe to say, it wasn't doing much. That's when Raph splashed the wall with the contents of the bucket and put out a big portion of the fire. He then grabbed the hose from Leo's hands and began to fill up the bucket more. April yelled to you and Donnie, and motioned to Casey and Mikey. You all followed her to the basement where more buckets lie and ran back out side. Safe to say with all the water and everyone helping out the fire was finally quenched.
Luckily it all happened pretty quickly only the outside of the one wall was singed. April was not happy about it though and wanted an explanation. You were quick to confess and now your not allowed to touch glass.
Over the time that you and Donnie would spend together at the farm house you would continue to bring that incident up. While the others were less enthused about your jokes you and Donnie couldn't help but laugh.
On this specific occasion you were looking for frogs in the woods while telling Donnie a sleep a terrible dad jokes. Not a single one had made him laugh, but you knew what would.
"Stop, I think I'm gonna flatline from how bad your jokes are." Donnie motioned dramatically.
"Oh come on don't be like that. I'm on FIRE right now."
There it is.
"Pffffft. Nooo!" He giggled, "You can't just bring that up every time you tell a sucky joke."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I am incredibly talented when it comes to, lighting up a room."
A small pause was shared between you before the hysteria finally hit. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it really that funny? No. But you guys loved it.
Donnie loved it.
He loved your laugh. Your infectious smile. The way you looked at him like you really saw him. The way you listened to him like you were really hearing him. The way you would ask questions right as he was about to finish and egg him on further. The way you would say 'explain it to me', every time he showed you a new invention. Truthfully he could just start telling you but it made his heart jump in his throat in the best way. The way you would study whatever he was making trying to figure out what it is, only to turn to him with shiney eyes to say those four perfect words.
But honestly, these walks and in the forest were his favorite. Not all of them ended in disaster and when they didn't, they were usually quite comfortable. You two used to chat about your lives back in New York but eventually you both ran out of interesting things to say. So you stuck to talking about events at the farm house but there usually want much to talk about then either. Seeing as you two spent practically every waking moment together.
Even still, the silence was comfortable. It was easy to enjoy your presence. Man if he knew having a best friend would be this great he definitely would have focused less on his crush. His feelings for you were completely different from his feelings towards April in the past. He wanted to die every time he said almost anything to April, but with you? I knew he could say anything, stupid or not, and he'd be okay. And if he went to far? You told him, he'd apologize, you guys would move on, and vise versa.
"hey D?"
"Yeah?"
"How are you doing lately?"
"huh? What do you mean?... I've been doing, fine... I guess. Why do you ask?
"Well- I mean. Uhhhhhm. It's just, it's been like a month since the whole bigfoot... situation. Just wanted to check in. See how your feeling ya know?" You shrugged and kept your eyes trained on the floor while you kicked a rock.
Donnie look at you and then back forward. There's another thing you do. His family and friends care about his general well being but none of them go out of their way to ask him if he was okay randomly. He felt just fine in the moment and to most that was good enough.
"Yeah I'm feeling good. It was kinda hard at first, but I got over it a lot faster than I thought I would." Gosh had it only be a month? If you asked before then he would have told you that April was his soulmate. Now? She's definitely just a good friend. Maybe even a sister with the amount of time she spent with him and his brothers.
"Good good." You nodded. You were honestly really happy for him. You knew he was setting himself up for disappointment with April, your just glad it over.
You kept your eyes trained on the dirt in front of you. Not cuz you felt awkward anymore, that feeling was dismissed when Donnie answered your question. So no, not that. You couldn't look at him right now. Not when he basically told you, you might have a chance. Admittedly you've always thought he was the most attractive of his brothers, and you always admired his creativity and skill. But, he liked April, and there was no way you were A. getting in the middle of that whole mess, or B. signing up for having your exact house address known at all times down to the meter. However, not only has he realize that was overstepping, but he doesn't like her anymore! So can you really be blamed for smiling a little to wide at the news?
As you finished you walk and went back to the farmhouse you decided now was the time to start dropping hints. You want to be sure there was at least a 50% chance of him liking you back. Was that low? To some, maybe, but you could never be 100% sure unless he told you.
As you walked up the porch and approached the front door you leaned into Donnie softly. Like a gentle nudge almost. The first step would be to initiate more physical contact. You wanted to ease into ease into it. Jumping straight into cheek kissing like April did could end wrong in so many ways. Donnie looked at you with a quirked "eyebrow" and a slight smile like he was asking like you 'whatca' need silly?'. You simply shrugged to communicate you didn't need anything and walked into the house.
After dinner you and Donnie went back to the barn with some blankets, planning to spend a late night there. One for Donnie so he didn't get cold while he worked and one thick one for you so you didn't get cold while you sat in the truck and played games like two truths and a lie with him.
You both enter the barn and head to your respective places.
"This truck is such a lost cause." You chuckled.
"you say that everytime we stay up here."
"Because it's the truth! This truck is sad and in pain. It's old and decrepit and needs to rest. You and Casey need to let it die."
"The only way I let that truck die is if someone dies in it."
"Dang, I guess I'll have to make the noble sacrifice then."
"You say that like the car may or may not explode at any moment and you shaking into up isn't making it more likely."
At this you look up at Donnie and stop you settling into the rusty vehicle immediately. Surprise evident on your face served with a hint of actual concern. Donnie looked back at you with an unwavering expression of deadpanned unconcern.
"Gotcha."
"OH YOU JERK! I was legit worried I would actually DIE in this crappy car!"
"Didn't you call dying in that car a, what was it again? 'noble sacrifice'?"
"Oh shut up and work on your nerd thing!"
He stuck his tongue out at you and you stuck your back. You both chuckled and he turned to his work desk while you whipped out your phone. Eventually you started a game of guess the hummed song. You usually won since Donnie preferred to work in silence and never felt a need to develop a large playlist. It was fun none the less and ended when the night finally got too late and you fell asleep.
"There." He said as he finished up a part of his invention, "Hey y/n-". He paused when he noticed you fast asleep. Sighing as he moved towards you. You being fast asleep ment it had gotten too late, and while you both planned to stay out here late, he figured now was a good a time as any to go inside and get some proper sleep. He went to pick you up but before he could his breath caught.
You were deeply snuggled into your blanket rapping yourself tight in your makeshift cocoon of cotton. Your face smushed against the edge of the blanket with your body hunched as far in on itself as it can be. You looked so small and soft and... precious.
No.
He couldn't start up that sort of train of though again. He just got out of a nightmare situation with April. He no longer sought her out in any romantic way and was perfectly content being friends. That, however, did not change the simple fact that you would never be happy with someone like him. He was a freak. Whenever you thought of a romantic relationship you probably thought of doing all that normal romantic stuff like going on dinner dates or to the movies. Normalcy is something he would never be able to give you. What he could give you? Was some stolen trash and alien tech welded together and a T-phone.
Donnie took whatever feeling your squishy sleepy face had ripped to the surface and shoved it right back where it should have stayed. For your sake, and his.
Unfortunately for him attempting to sleep after returning you to your room would prove to be quite the difficult task. Images of your smiling face and sounds of your voice plagued his mind. He could so perfectly picture your focused eyes trained on where ever he directed your eyes. The thoughts of you shook him to his soul and he began to realize how the difference between his feelings for you and April wasn't in romantic inclinations. No. Rather it was in sure intensity and comfortability. He realized a bit to late the sheer depths of his affections. This time however he was determined to keep them to himself.
The next morning you detached yourself from your bed later in the day than the others. When the time came to pull together some sort of meal for yourself, you decided to go the simple route and microwave a premade breakfast. Opening the freezer you greeted ice cream kitty with a pat on the head and in return, she handed you exactly what you were looking for.
As you stared at the microwave heating your mediocre food Donnie made his way into the kitchen. He looked much more out of it than you. You could only assume that after he moved you inside to get some proper rest that he spent the rest of the night at work.
"Sleep well Don?" You asked half teasing but still wanting a real answer.
"OH! Umm- well. Not really." His tone was awkward and skittish. He barely looked at you as he got out the necessities for cereal, only shoot you quick glances only to get startled when you caught him. You got fed up with this quickly.
"What?" Though it was phrased like a question your tone made it seem almost like a statement.
"H-huh?"
"Why are you acting like I killed your mother?"
"Wha- I am not!" Finally he was looking at you properly.
"Uh huh. That's why you haven't looked me in the eye till just now. I'm not blind Donatello, I see you glancing at me when you think I'm not looking"
"I wasn't!"
"You have the persuasionary skills of a first grader, you know that?" You deadpanned.
"look I'm just- out of it right now. It's nothing." You eyed him. Donnie was many things but a good lier was not one of them.
"If you say so."
You both continued in silence for a bit longer but unlike most silences between you two this one seemed heavy. Awkward and anxious.
"How bout' a walk later then?" The woods were always good for airing out bad vibes.
"... Sure."
Even with his previous reservations in regards to his feelings for you he still wanted to be your friend. Walks in the woods were a staple for you two. And who knows? Maybe it would be just the thing to get his mind straight.
Oooooor not.
Was it a bit optimistic of him to think a walk would help with you right next to him. Probably. You both had settled into the comfortable quite that had grown to become common. The gentle breeze sat on your skin and he watched as it brushed your hair one way and the other. The sun was shining overhead casting strong shadows on the two of you from underneath the trees. The air was warm and he was acutely aware of the close proximity between you both. His skin prickled at the sensation of your arm brushing his. The crunch of the leaves beneath your feet and tweets of near by birds did little to distract him. The more he though of it the more he regretted saying yes to this walk. His heart was drumming to the sound of your gentle breaths and he wrung his brain trying to focus on the scenery.
You could tell something was still off with him from this morning. He was stiff and way more interested in the trees than he ever was before. You stood closer to him in an attempt gauge what he was feeling. You however always struggled when it came to interpreting emotions. After a few moments of heavy silence you asked.
"Donnie? What's going on?"
"I don't know what your talking about."
You stepped back, "Oh you SO do." You knew something was up and you knew he knew too.
"What?!" He thought he was doing pretty well at keeping it to himself. Had he really been that obvious?
"Look Donnie I don't know what your dealing with right now but I know it's something. I won't force you to tell me but don't lie to me about it okay?" You patted him on the shoulder for some comfort and then backed off. You were aching to hug him or squeeze his hand but you couldn't. Not now. Not as a friend.
You both walked for a little while longer until Donnie abruptly turned to you.
"Y/N!-"
"Yes?"
He grabbed your shoulders.
"It's not- I- I don't what you to think-"
"Donnie. Breath"
He looked you in the eye like he didn't want to. He had so much he wanted to say and so much he knew he couldn't. You sat him down on a beach and crouched in front of him. He took a deep breath, seeming to come to a conclusion of sorts. This time he looked you in the eyes with conviction.
"Sorry. I'm just tired is all, I didn't mean to worry you."
You eyed him suspiciously but decided to continue on your walk. Things had seemed to return to their normal flow. Fun conversation and light teasing.
You both decided to take a break on a log after a bit before heading back to the house. The air was fresh and crisp. Aside from the chitter from the occasional bird, it's was quiet. The stillness really made it feel like it was just the two of you in this little bubble. You leaned on Donnie's shoulder and sighed.
"I love you."
It was a breathy and quiet confession meant to stay in you head. If it weren't for Donnie stiffening and his short "what." you would have though that's where you said it. You calmly moved off his shoulder to look at him, hoping all he heard was incoherent mumbling.
"What?" You asked.
"Did- Did you just say you loved me?"
Well that was unexpectedly direct and problematically uncharacteristic.
"I- I uhhhhhh-" you didn't want to lie to him. You couldn't. You couldn't tell him now though! This was the worst timing imaginable! But you had no choice, you wouldn't lie to him.
"... Yeah. You don't have to say anything I don't want to burden you when your clearly going through something I just, well, we were just-" your gaze drifted to your hands as you rambled.
"I can't return you feelings."
"What? What did you say?"
"I can't return your feelings so- maybe, um, you should hang out with Casey or April more. When we get back. Today."
"oh."
You both walked back to the house in silence.
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You and Donnie stopped spending as much time together after that. The others in the house noticed too but they didn't say anything. If someone did try to ask they would be met with silence or a short "everything fine."
Safe to say Raph was NOT happy about that. He had known you and Donnie long enough to know that you two not only had a thing for each other but that you were both unhappy with this arrangement.
So, he decided that if either one of you were gonna mess it up it would be Donnie.
"Alright. What did you do?" Raph questioned as he closed the barn door.
"Not now Raph, I'm busy." Donnie responded as he continued with whatever he was making.
"Oh I know. Since your too busy for y/n, you must be absolutely SWAMPED!" sarcasm dripping from his voice. This got too Donnie. Why was Raph acting like he's the bad guy?! Y/n would be happier with a human partner, they didn't know what they were saying! No one could actually LOVE a mutant monster like him.
"You don't know anything Raph, leave me alone."
"Educate me then."
"Could you not today? I'm really not in the mood."
"You know what I'm not in the mood for Donnie? Seeing you guys depressed everyday cuz you messed something up with y/n!"
"I DIDN'T MESS ANYTHING UP!" Donnie raised his voice and finally turned around, "THEIR HUMAN! THEY SHOULDN'T BE HANGING OUT WITH A BUNCH OF MUTANTS SO OFTEN!"
"Oh so suddenly because they're human they're too good for us huh? Or are you trying to say that we're to good for humans?!"
"NO! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"
"HOW COULD IT NOT? IM A MUTANT TO!"
"BECAUSE I- ..."
"WHAT? BECAUSE YOU WHAT?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter. Go away." Donnie shooed Raph out and turned back to his invention.
"No!" Raph grabbed him by the back of his chat and spun him around to face am directly, "answer my question. Because. you. what?"
Donnie stares Raph down but didn't breath a word.
"You're a coward Donnie." was all Raph said before turning around and slamming the door behind him.
Little did he know this would bug Donnie way more than it should've.
Raph then made his way to you, you were in bad shape.
"Hey," He said, knocking on your doorframe. You were draped over your bed staring at your ceiling and shoving expired potato chips in your face.
"hi."
"How ya feeling?"
"How am I looking?"
"Like a wreck."
All you did was snap your finger and point at him as a way of saying, "bingo".
"Look, I don't wanna bug ya but I know something happened between you and Donnie. Tell me what happened."
"You'll just laugh at me."
"If I wanted to laugh at you I would have done it by now. You don't exactly make it a hard thing to do."
"Gee, thanks."
"Come on, it might make you feel a little better."
You sighed, maybe it would. On the one hand, you haven't exactly told anyone about your feelings yet. On the other hand though, it isn't very often Raph is like this. This might be your best chance to get all of this off your chest. Deciding to take the rare opportunity you sad up and faces Raph.
"I... I don't know where to start."
"Try the beginning." Raph smiled at you. You eyed him nervously and nodded.
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You had told him everything, and honestly, after saying everything out loud you felt...
Angry.
Yeah, you were kinda embarrassed about your accidental confession but what the heck was Donnie's answer?! He didn't have to return your feelings but now he didn't want to hang out with you at all? WHAT THE HECK?? Left your bed and started you way to the barn were Donnie was.
"Hey, where are you going?" Raph asked, shocked at your change in demeanor.
"To kick Donnie's butt!"
Raph laughed but made no attempt to stop you. He deserved it.
A little before you reached the barn how we Donnie had decided that Raph was right. Avoiding you was cowardly and he needed to properly talk to you. As much as he forced the distance between the two of you, he did miss you.
Before you could open the door it swung open from the other side.
"Y/N! I uhhhhhh-"
"We need to talk D."
"Uh.. YES! Yes we do! Come on in." Donnie was panicking, you looked mad. Oh geez how was he gonna say this? He was so focused on fixing things with you that he forgot to think of anything to say that would fix it. Lucky for him you started.
"So, I should hang out with April and Casey more, huh?"
Or maybe not so lucky. What was he supposed to say?
"How come we never talk anymore? You don't have to like me back but that doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to be your friend! You were friends with April the entire time you liked her!"
"Well his situation is a little different from that but I actually wanted to fix our friendship too." Donnie said hopefully.
"How is this any different than when you liked April?" You crossed your arms utterly DONE with Donnie's nonsense.
"Oh, ummm... Th- that's not important. What is important is tha-"
"Oh nononono. What's so different?"
Why did you have to get stuck on that detail?
"It doesn't matter y/n. Was matters is that I'm sorry for avoiding you and-"
"Well it matters to me Donnie! What makes this situation so different?!."
"I think I was wrong it is pretty-"
"NO TAKE BACKS! WHAT MAKES IT DIFFERENT?"
"NOTHING I JU-"
"WHATS THE DIFFERENCE?!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO!"
"..."
"..."
"Are you kidding me?"
"I... well I didn't plan on telling you but-"
"YOU SAID YOU COULDN'T RETURN MY FEELINGS!"
"BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR SAYING! IM A MUTANT! I'M NOT NORMAL! NO ONE WOULD WANT TO DATE A FREAK! YOU'D BE HAPPIER WITH A HUMAN!"
You were in complete disbelief. Did he seriously just say that?
"Are you saying this because April rejected you? I thought with the whole bigfoot ordeal you learned it had nothing to do with your looks." You flatly responded.
"I- I know that." He told you, looking to the ground.
"Donnie, your a mutant. Not a freak, not a monster, and if I was really put off by your looks I wouldn't have become friends with you in the first place. Your a mutant. That's it. It doesn't change how I feel about you. Do you honestly think my feelings for you are so shallow?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to think. I'm just... I guess I'm just scared that one day you'll look at me and think that you made a mistake. That you picked wrong."
"For a such a smart guy your pretty dumb you know that?"
He looked back at you and in that same moment you hugged him.
"I decide my feelings Donnie. Not you. I decided to love you, and if you really do love me back, maybe we could try this" you gestured to the two of you, "before immediately assuming it wouldn't work out?"
Donnie smiled and hugges you back.
"I would like that. Thank you."
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And it's done! Man that took forever. Honestly, I'm not sure what to think of this one. It for sure isn't proofread but I hope you like it!
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❤️ Glad you’re back! ❤️
I can’t remember your request guidelines rn so I’m gonna play it safe. Coddling and complimenting Eddie? 👀
RRRAHHHH THAT WAS QUICK!!!!!!! ALR, YES. Eddie needs to be spoiled and just. so much attention. I am very much willing to give that to him. that being said
cw: Eddie being traumatized (duh), a bit of angst, a dash of relationship issues, dw they fix it, happy ending, fluff
Never Too Much
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okay so bc of Eddie's past, we know he most probably has a lot of trouble getting into relationships, let alone romantic ones.
so when he met you, and obsessed over you, of course, he felt so lucky he could even breathe the same air as you
but nothing good ever lasts for him, everything is ripped away from him by this god forsaken city. he tries not to get too attached (and fails miserably) so he's shy for longer than he should be.
he's just trying to be prepared for when you'll leave him.
he's absolutely surprised when you don't
he doesn't say anything, of course, but he's just utterly confused
how? how didn't you leave him? all this city had taught him was how he wasn't good enough, how he was different, and how different people, people like him, don't get anything nice. don't deserve anything nice.
you notice this. you always do. it's not hard to tell when he's overthinking. he'll stop and take deep breaths or immerse himself in puzzles, but you're working on communication
you decide to start coddling Edward. to spoil him a little bit.
it doesn't even have to be something big, he'll be grateful for whatever you give him, although he doesn't quite know how to tell you or thank you properly
Eddie hadn't been your Eddie for the last two weeks or so, consumed with work and his plans to cleanse the city. He hadn't had the energy to be quite romantic or intimate lately, so things had been a little colder than usual. It hurt. Did he not love you?
One day you realized your mistake. Eddie? Your Eddie worshipped you. Sure, he could have his bad moments and want some time to himself, but after all the neglect and abuse he'd lived, he probably wanted to be coddled. He just was too embarrassed to ask you to do it. No wonder things had been like this. It was your turn to take the lead.
Now you knew, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. For the last couple of weeks you had been thinking of little ways to make him feel better, and today would finally be the day when you unleashed them all onto little unsuspecting Edward.
You hear the creak and slam of the door to your apartment. In comes Edward's tumbling silhouette, shuffling around to plop down on the couch next to you. Your sweet boy, all tired from work, all tired from this city. He always was.
"Eddie! Oh honey I missed you so much...", you coo, and his heart melts, because although he knows you adore him, he's used to having his absence not quite matter.
He's silent as he shuffles a little closer to you, and you immediately receive him with open arms and an inviting hug.
"Tough day?", you ask, and he nods. You do as well, and hold his shoulders.
"I got a little surprise for you, c'mon, follow me", you tell him. He looks at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. You help him get up and slowly peel off his jacket, take his hand, and lead him to your bathroom.
He doesn't even get to see what it is before a sweet aroma invades his nostrils. Your tiny bathroom, adorned with scented candles, bubbles and rose petals floating on your tiny tub (if you could call it that).
What?
He looks at you, confused. Why would you do this? Why you, such an angelic being, the antithesis of this dirty city, do this for him, a broken man?
"I- you didn't-", he starts.
"I didn't have to, I know. But you've been so stressed lately and I wanted to help you relax...", you explain kindly. You start shredding your clothes, ready to enter the tub with him. You extend your hand to him, and he feels as if he's being dragged to the pearly gates of heaven.
"Besides, I've been missing you so much... I wanted you all to myself a lil' bit...", you say, and ignore the sting in your eyes. You really did miss him so so much...
"You can have me all to yourself whenever you want (Y/n)...", he stutters out, feeling guilty.
"Oh...", you let out. There he was, so kind, so sweet to you, so unapologetically yours.
"Well, in that case...", you say, almost seductively, but cover up a little once again when you remember your appearance. You were so busy planning this whole thing for today, you hadn't even shaved, you hadn't taken care of yourself. It felt overwhelming. What if your appearance ruined this whole things for him?
"Shit- I didn't- I forgot to- Sorry-"
He stares at you, but his eyes sparkle and his round face is flushed as if this was the first time he's ever seen you (which you both know is not the case).
"You know I don't care about those things. I want to see you...", he says, taking your hand. He looks at you, eyes full of adoration. His hands make their way to your waist and caress it gently, bringing you closer. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.
A few happy tears escape your eyes. There he was, the Eddie you've been missing. You help him undress, hands sliding lovingly over every inch of skin you know he's not fond of. Eddie. Your Eddie, so soft and round and most of all, so gentle.
You both get in the tub, cuddled up together. You don't even need to say a word. You both occasionally ask each other questions regarding doubts or insecurities, and reassure each other. When you're both satisfied with each other's answers you share the silence, snuggled up.
"You're so pretty, Eddie... my baby..."
He shivers, and you keep going.
"I love you, Eddie. You're kind and so so sweet. You deserve this, Eddie"
You notice by the way he shakes that now it's his turn to cry, happy cry, of course.
"My baby, you're so strong... You're safe here, you're okay. I love you Eddie, I'll never leave you". You coo.
He sobs, feeling free to break down in your presence. You kiss his tears away.
"Th-Thank you... you're too good to me... you do too much...", he hiccups.
"Oh, but don't you get it, Eddie? It's never too much", you reply, and for the first time, he begins to believe it.
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How would yandere JJK characters handle baby Fushiguro being extremely clingy?
Yandere JJK characters x clingy baby Fushiguro
Uncle Naoya Zenin:
He's annoyed at first. You're hanging onto his legs and begging him to take you along. It's when you started tearing up when he told you he can't bring you along to his business trip.
Naoya's first thought was that someone was hurting you. Is it one of the family members? Or is it a servant?
Naoya bends down to your height, grabbing your shoulders and looking you with utter seriousness. "Y/n, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Has someone been hurting you?" But you shake your head, just clutching onto him tighter.
He had to reschedule his meeting and spend the rest of his day coaxing you to tell him the truth.
"I'll be good. Please don't leave me."Your lips wobbled as you finally confessed your fear.
Naoya always knew that Toji's sudden absence from your life had affected you, but he didn't know it was this bad. He didn't know that you were afraid that other people were gonna leave you to.
The fear of loneliness- he didn't want you to spend the rest of your life being afraid that everyone was gonna leave you.
He surely wasn't.
So from then on, Naoya made sure to put in extra effort to show you that he was always gonna be around. Always gave you verbal reaffirmations that he will always be in your life.
Even when you don't want him anymore.
Yandere Sukuna:
Pretends he doesn't love all the extra attention from you, especially when you invade his domain expansion: Malevolent shrine.
"What do you want now, you brat?" He asks, chin resting on his hand as he looks down at you from his throne.
He watches you raise your arms towards him and pout. "Cuddles?"
"No, we already did that yesterday-"
"Cuddles." You demanded again. He doesn't know for sure, but he suspects that you've been using your cursed energy on him because there's no other explanation why he can't refuse you. It obviously can't help because you're undeniably cute.
"Spoiled brat." Sukuna grumbles as he lifts you into his lap, letting you drape your tiny arms across his chest and sigh happily as you snuggle your cheek against his muscles. "But it you drool on me this time, I swear I will kick you like a football."
He'd never. He can't ever hurt a hair on your extra small head.
Yandere Gojo:
Accepts it, ENJOYS it. He always enjoys being the center of attention, so when you start becoming clingy, following him around everywhere and spending extra time with him even after training hours, he welcomes it.
At some point, he is bound to start dressing you up like him, making you wear his glasses and stuff, letting you copy his mannerisms because it's actually super adorable.
He probably does make sure that there isn't something else that's bothering you and causing you to act like this.
Gojo has definitely strapped you to his chest and brought you along on slightly dangerous missions because he wanted his no.1 fan to watch him in action. And also, wouldn't this make for a great childhood memory- watching your teacher absolutely demolish curses?
And yes, he has handed you a GoPro to record him as he beats up one curse after another.
Yandere Toji Fushiguro:
Usually after he returns from his long missions, you become clingy. Its reasonable, Toji understands that you haven't seen him in a long time and he honestly does feel guilty.
So obviously, he's gonna spoil you rotten on his time off. Be it by going to every amusement park and 7/11 in town, or just having a movie marathon with pizzas on the couch with you.
Toji's heart swells a bit everytime he drops you off to school, only for you to drag him by his hand and introduce him to your friends and teachers. He had later found out that some kids had been bullying you about not having a mother and that your father had also ran away from you. So whenever he came to school, he made sure to look extra good and flex his muscles in front of your friends (and low key scare them into not bullying you) and sweet talking your teachers so they'll give you special treatment.
When he has to leave again, his heart breaks when you beg him not to go. As much as Toji would like to haul you on his hip and kill curses and humans alike, that was only okay when you were a baby who couldn't remember stuff.
So he makes dozens of promises if returning soon and that he'll bring plenty of presents before leaving you crying and struggling in Megumi's arms.
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Aww, you're too nice to me, thank you!! I’ve mostly seen commentary in the same vein and I understand why, so many of us are sitting here like :| and braced for the worst interpretations, because Ahsoka’s character is often polarized and Jedi discussion is often polarized. Pitting them against each other, probably leaves a lot of people not wanting to touch it with a ten foot pole.
For me, I think I have to establish my view of Ahsoka’s character in the first place and where she’s at at this point in time: She left the Jedi Order because she couldn’t trust herself or the Council, she needed time away to consider what she wanted and she wasn’t ready to really deal with all of that.
Out of all of the Jedi, I think Ahsoka has the strongest reason to be angry and hurt about the war and the relationship the Jedi have with the Republic, because she was such a victim of the whole thing. She was the one who Tarkin set his sights on, she was the one who was framed and put on trial, she was the one who had the bonds between herself and her family ripped apart because the weight of the entire government came down on them.
Everyone made mistakes in that arc, everyone did what they thought was best. No one was perfect in that arc--Ahsoka didn’t trust anyone and that mistrust isn’t what saved her, it was Anakin’s actions that saved her. Ahsoka immediately didn’t trust anyone to help her, didn’t even try to contact them, was hurt that Anakin didn’t come to see her, even when he pointed out that would have made it worse for her. And he’s right, but that doesn’t negate that she was left all alone. The Jedi tried desperately to keep everything with Ahsoka in house, but their hands were forced, the other road would have been worse, but that doesn’t negate that she was left all alone.
Obi-Wan says in the Crystal Crisis arc that they all made mistakes, that Ahsoka let her emotions cloud her judgement in her most critical moment, and I think that’s both spot on (that’s why she left, because she realized she couldn’t trust herself, that’s why she was so hesitant to help with Maul because she still wasn’t there yet) and informs much of what Obi-Wan sees with her.
Ahsoka isn’t being fair in her treatment of Obi-Wan.
She’s angry about what happened with Barriss, she’s angry about what happened with the Jedi, she’s angry about them being drawn into this war that hurt her so terribly on such a personal level, she’s angry that she feels obligated to work with the Jedi again when she’s not ready.
When you look at Ahsoka’s arguments, they tend to fall apart pretty quickly--she’s angry that the Jedi want to help the people on Coruscant? The heart of the Republic? Where trillions of people live? Where Trace and Rafa live? The two characters she just met who informed so much of what she wants to be as a Jedi? Or how she entirely ignores that the Republic’s treaties with Mandalore mean that this is an invasion and politics have genuine consequences in Star Wars, you can’t just invade other countries! And she’s being unfair about how she’s making it clear that she’s not a Jedi, she’s a citizen, but then turns around and wants to be privy to classified information that only Jedi agents should have.
This isn’t to come down on Ahsoka, because these things make me like her more, these things make my heart ache for her, because I see her as a young woman who was thrown back into a situation she wasn’t ready for and she’s doing her absolute damnedest to be professional about it.
But this is her family, these are the people she loves underneath it all, this is Anakin who so badly wants her to come back and is kind of stepping all over her boundaries--he even reworks her lightsabers to change the crystal’s color! It’s such a sweet gesture! But it’s also So Very Much before she’s ready for it. It’s so clear that he thinks she’s coming back and everything will be like it was before and she’s just not sure, so she has to be the one to set down boundaries with him and that’s another thing that tears at her heart.
That’s why I think she’s so gentle when Mace lobs the “Citizen.” remark back at her, because I don’t think she was angry about that, she doesn’t respond angrily at all, but almost relieved. It’s a tense moment, but he’s holding her boundary for her, it’s a reminder that she’s not ready to be back yet and I think part of her might have been grateful for it, because she’s so mixed up about what she wants and who she is at this point.
Then you have the scene with Obi-Wan and I think she probably was angry with him, both because he was on the Council and she’s still mad at them, but also because this is Obi-Wan and she knows him, she loves him, he’s tearing at her heart and making her want to come back and that’s more confusing feelings. And he probably seems so calm and collected, all the more so when this is dealing with something that has deeply personal meaning for him because of Satine, while she feels jumbled up and unsteady. Her emotions are still threatening to cloud her judgment, and then he’s there saying he’ll refuse to do so, and it’s hard not to feel a riot of emotions about that.
But also she knows he cares, she trusts him with her message to Anakin, she doesn’t even have to spell it out, because she knows that Obi-Wan knows. And I think some part of her treats Obi-Wan the way Anakin does--she’s being unfair with him because she knows he’s a rock that will weather her storm. Even when they’re clashing, she trusts him to understand her and her feelings and where she’s coming from. She trusts him to be there even when they fight.
With Obi-Wan, he’s also having a really rough time of it because he’s got a real shitshow on his hands--he has everything with Satine’s memory here, he has a political shitstorm with the invasion of Mandalore they’re doing, he has Anakin’s unstable moods and Anakin emotionally zipping off to be like, “I knew! I knew there was a reason why everything happened, it was meant to!” and undercurrent of mania, and he has his own guilt about what happened with Ahsoka, while also recognizing that the other roads probably would have been worse and that she’s allowed her upset feelings.
I do think Obi-Wan is probably frustrated and disappointed with Ahsoka, because she’s coming from an emotional place in the sense of letting it cloud her view of the reality of the situation, and they can’t afford that right now. And I think he’s frustrated that she’s not being fair about this, because what’s he supposed to do in response to her? They’re in the middle of a war and this is why Jedi train their whole lives, because people’s lives are on the line, they have to be clear and focused or people will die. They have to make hard choices because they’ve been put in a position of responsibility and wishing circumstances were less shitty doesn’t actually make the war any less shitty. They still have to protect the trillion innocent people who live on Coruscant, they can’t just abandon them because it wouldn’t be the most popular decision.
At the same time, he understands where she’s coming from, that she’s hurt about everything and she’s not ready for this and yet she still came to help anyway. And I think he’s probably frustrated that she’s implying that he’s the one being obstinate and not helping, when the situation is nowhere near as clear-cut as Bo-Katan tries to say it is, he’s perfectly willing to compromise when offered an acceptable path to helping both Mandalore and Coruscant, after all.
But also he loves her and he knows that she’s a caring, good person, he doesn’t even have to ask what her message to Anakin is, he knows. He’s even willing to tell her about his concerns about Anakin and his mission to spy on Palpatine, he asks her to speak with Anakin, asks for her help, because he knows how important she is.
I don’t think Obi-Wan was as open or reaching out as much as he theoretically could be, but like Ahsoka, he’s going through A Lot right now and has a ton on his plate and none of them are really ready to deal with that while everything is still in flames around them. But it’s also why they end on soft notes with each other, because they know that they’re both important to Anakin, that Anakin is important to both of them, that the Jedi are important to both of them, that they’re important to each other.
And boy does it hurt that neither of them can see what’s coming with Anakin, that they’re both unable to see that he’s on the verge of falling.
But that’s how people who love each other are.
That’s how family is with each other--they get frustrated and upset and needle each other and disappointed in each other because they love each other.
And I think you see that all throughout Obi-Wan and Ahsoka’s scenes, they’re both characters who have made mistakes and aren’t at their calmest here, they’re tense with each other, but it’s coming from a place of deep caring about everyone in that room.
I think they both acted the way they did because they thought they would have time to sort it out, they trusted that their family would be there when they had that time.
Ahsoka puts off catching up with Anakin because she’s not ready yet and there’ll be time later.
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan needle each other because they’re frustrated and there’ll be time to come back together later.
Ahsoka says softly, “Not yet.” when Yoda asks if she’s going to be a Jedi again, she looks so hopeful when talking to Rex about the end of the war and she can come back to the Jedi in a way she trusts, she really thought there would be more time.
Obi-Wan says they’re close to the end of the war, he’s off to defeat Grievous finally, this was supposed to be the end, there would be time for the slow, long repair of their relationships.
They act the way they do because they weren’t ready to let everything go just yet, not because they didn’t care. They thought there would be more time.
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✧memories of us ✧ secret keeper
↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader
❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers
❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.
A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.
❧ A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥
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You groaned for what seemed like hundredth time in the space of few hours. You had been staring at the different tabs opened on your laptop, reflecting on your life. How in the hell did the society expected kids to know what they wanted to do? Of course, there were some among your classmates who knew from day one what they wanted to do; some wanted to become doctors, some wanted to become teachers. The others? Confused as hell. And so were you.
The pressure from your teachers, reminding you every day how important your grades were for your future, was already a huge weight. But the worst pressure came from your mom. She always had huge expectation from you, pretexting she wanted the best for you and a part of you knew that it was true. The other part of you, however, wondered if she wasn’t trying to live her own dreams through you. She knew you were a good student, among the tops. She knew you could do big things if you put your heart into it. But you? You weren’t so sure of what you truly wanted. No, that was a lie. You knew, deep inside you, exactly what you wanted but didn’t dare to do. Didn’t dare to admit out loud, scared of what people would think, would say.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” You complained and slammed your head against the table. You had been looking for hours through different options. Three tabs for law schools; prestigious one that your mom hoped you would attend. Their brochure looked very promising, guaranteeing you a prosperous future at the biggest firms. The three other tabs were for art school.
“What ya doing?” Jisung plopped on the empty chair before you, looking joyful and ready to tease you.
You slammed your laptop shut as quickly as you could before Jisung had a chance to see what you were doing. Probably not your brightest move – it attracted his attention and his curiosity. And curious Jisung meant only trouble for you; he always knew how to get answers from you. Sadly.
Jisung quirked a brow, smirking. “Someone is being suspicious.” He glanced at his phone to check the time. “Isn’t it too early to watch porn? And in a library? You’re kinky!”
Yeah, he was in the mood to tease you. You slapped his hand in response. “I’m not you, pervert!”
“Fine. No porn for you.” He conceded. “Still, you’re being hella suspicious, angel. What are you hiding?”
Because it was Jisung, you wanted to tell him everything. Despite his taste for jokes and teasing, Jisung was a very good listener and from time to time he gave very good advice. But this, this piece of you, you had kept it from everyone. From him, from Changbin and even from Yunji.
“Nothing. I’ve been working on a project.” You lied. Another bad move.
Jisung shook his head in disappointment. “Angel, you do remember that we share the same class, right? I don’t remember us having any assignment.” That made him roll his chair to your side, he leaned close, invading your personal space – you tried to back down, but really, there wasn’t a place to hide.
“So,” He stared deep into your eyes, “What are you hiding?”
An escape. You needed an escape. You averted your eyes from his face, knowing damn well that if he kept staring at you like that, you would give up. You tried to roll your own chair from him but Jisung was faster, he grabbed your legs and pulled you back, closer to him.
“Oh no. I don’t think so!”
“God, why are you so-“ You groaned again.
“Adorable? Handsome? Clever?”
“Annoying. But whatever floats your boat.”
Jisung pinched your leg in protest – your body jerked in response. One day you would get used to him being touchy. But that day wasn’t today. Your face heated up in embarrassment and not because he didn’t believe you. No, his touches were doing something to you, to your body.
“Come on. Don’t be a tease and tell me.” He begged
You glanced at your legs; Jisung was drawing circles on your skin – you blamed yourself for wearing a skirt. It was such an innocent gesture, but you felt hot in places you weren’t supposed to. You cleared your throat and cursed yourself for being so distracted. But then, when you looked back at Jisung, a smug smile was plastered on his face. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing to you.
“Do you know what you’re going to do after high school?” You blurted to distract him from his antics.
“I actually do. Music!” And you should have known the answer. Music was a huge part in Jisung’s life and even you couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.
“Right. I’m not even surprised.”
“Is this what worries you?” He asked instead, “You’re trying to figure out what to do?”
You avoided his eyes, trying to hide just how deeply it bothered you.
“Hey.” Jisung gently cupped your face and made you look at him, his gaze softened and so did his smile. “You have time to figure out what you want to do with life.”
“I-“ Your heart was clenching painfully in your chest. His sweetness, his gentleness and his warm touch brought out unwanted emotions. “I’m probably going to end up in a law school.” You sounded bitter even to your own ears.
Jisung let go of you and slumped further into his chair. He wasn’t convinced. “Law school?”
“Yes. I believe I can make it.”
“Oh I don’t doubt it. But is it really what you want to do?” Of course he would doubt you. How could he not when even you weren’t convinced? “Aren’t you just scared to disappoint the people counting on you?”
And his words hit you right in the guts. Jisung was right, you were terrified to disappoint your mom, your teachers. But it was your future, your opinion, your wishes and well-being should be the priority.
“Art. I want to go to an art school.” You admitted, finally.
And Jisung’s face brightened at your confession as if he already knew what you truly wanted to do with your life but was too scared to admit. “It suits you.”
“How can you tell?” You wondered. It was something you hid well from the world. Every time you drew, you did on your free time alone. Every time you painted, you made sure your mom was either at work or away. Jisung’s reaction intrigued you.
He flicked your nose playfully. “Because my sweet angel, while you think you’re alone, I’m always watching you.”
Your face warmed up once more at his words. It pleased you to know that he watched you and maybe cared for you as much as you did for him. But instead of showing him how you felt, you playfully slapped his arm. “Creep.”
“An adorable one, please.”
Yeah, he was.
“Can you,” You hesitated, “Can you keep it to yourself? I don’t want people to know about my wish.”
Jisung considered telling you that you didn’t need to feel ashamed about what you liked, but he could understand your hesitation. So he nodded. “Yes. I’ll be your secret keeper.”
#stray kids#han jisung#han#stray kids smut#stray kids x reader#han x reader#han jisung x reader#stray kids fluff#memories of us
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Hey Neighbor Pt. 4
part 4
word count: 1k+
[Previous]
C/W: Some suggestive language.
Sleep seemed to invade you as you tossed and turned in bed. Your mind kept mulling over the whole evening: from Megumi mentioning hiding in the very house you were living in -hiding from so-called bad guys no less- and the excessive money Toji had handed you. Not that you thought him to be broke. His house was nice and the sleek black car he drove definitely wasn't used. But to offer up that much for that short of time 'babysitting," didn't settle right with you.
You now have more questions as you sit at the kitchen table the next morning, coffee in one hand, the stack of money in the other, fingering the crisp bills. You can't accept this much. Finding courage, you throw on a pair of shoes and make your way to Toji front door.
Immediately after knocking you regret coming, but before you can run away the door opens, revealing toji, wearing low-hanging grey sweatpants and no shirt. You swallow the drool that threatens to fall from your lips as your eyes roam over the hard planes of his body. The cut abs, the thick strip of hair starting below his navel - and if it was any indication by the generous outline in his pants- led to a place you would greedily like to explore.
"Enjoying the view, y/n?" Toji purrs sleep still heavy in his voice. You've clearly been caught.
You shake the naughty thoughts out of your mind, the dampness that now makes a presence between your legs. "I need to talk."
Before he can respond a car pulls up to the curb behind you. You turn at the engine approaching and see a black sedan with blacked-out windows. No indication of who was in it.
"Get inside," Toji murmurs, grabbing your arm and tugging you through the door. He continues to stand in the doorway, staring down at whoever might be in the vehicle. Your heart hammers in your chest.
The car revs the engine once as though it's taunting Toji to come forward. He remains standing in place, not backing down. The car gives a final revv before pulling back out onto the street. Finally, Toji closes the door, throwing the lock and turning back to you.
"Who was that?" you ask, breathless.
"Oh, probably an angry ex." He shrugs, his voice once again cocky as if he wasn't just staring murderously at a suspicious vehicle.
You watch him incredulously as he passes by and walks into the living room. "For real, who was that?"
"Who knows," he responds easily. "So what did you want to talk about." You follow and find him throwing a T-shirt on. Well, at least that distraction is gone. But you're thrown off by the quick change in conversation. If he's not worried, you guess you shouldn't be either.
"This," you take the stack of money out of your pocket, "I can't accept this much money."
He sighs, sitting on the couch and throwing his head back, "You're still fussing about that?"
"No? I mean, yeah. It's too much and I feel guilty---"
"What? You think I'm some broke single father or something?" he cuts you off.
Heat rushes up your face. "No, of course not."
"You sure, because it's kind of insulting that you're trying to give back the money I gave you. Most people would say thanks and be grateful."
"NO! It's not that at all, Toji," you stammer. This was a mistake.
"I want you to have it," he says. "You're grandmother would want you to take it."
"What do you know about what my grandmother would want?" you snap. How dare he bring your dead grandmother into this.
He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, if you only knew."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Darling, your grandmother loved you dearly. But, there's a lot you don't know about her." he drawls, standing up from the couch and slowly approaching you.
"Fuck you!" you spit at him, trying not to yell in case Megumi is awake. You whip around and head for the door. Before you open the door, you turn back to face him.
"Why did Megumi have to hide at my grandmother's house?" you ask.
A muscle twitches in his jaw, clearly thrown off by the question.
"Yeah, he told me. Said you dropped him off there to hide while you went to work---"
"Kids got a big imagination. He stayed there a few days while I went on a business trip." he quickly throws back.
"He said he was hiding from bad guys."
"He's a young kid who watches too many action movies," he sighs, walking towards you again.
"And what kind of person has money IN STACKS" you wave the money in his face.
"I keep things neat," he's so close to you that you feel the heat coming off his body. You can't look him in the face. One because his tall frame would have you craning your neck. Two because you felt like you were in the presence of a predator and the only way to avoid being attacked was to avoid eye contact.
You turn quickly, opening the door. But before it can open even an inch, Toji reaches forward, closing it quickly. You're left facing the wood door, his looming presence behind you.
"Look at me," he says, putting a hand on your shoulder and turning you to face him. You will your eyes to look up at him. Instead of the animalistic fury you expect, you find his eyes soft, almost pleading with you to hear him out.
"I wasn't meaning anything bad, you know." His hand traces down your arms briefly.
"Then what did you mean?" you ask.
He sighed, knotting his brows. "It's not my place to tell you."
"Tell me what?" you're practically begging for any small bit of information he might have.
"Look, for what it's worth. Your grandmother loved you dearly that's all that should matter." he shrugs.
"Are you crazy or something? You're acting like you knew my grandmother more than me. You barely knew each other," you poke your finger to his chest before turning to the door and flinging it open.
You storm off the front porch not daring to look back even though you can feel rather than see Toji leaving against the door frame.
"Whatever you say, il mio agnellino"
You stop, frozen in place by his words. No, he did not just say that. Shaking your head and without giving him the satisfaction of turning around to take the bait, you march back to your house. Once inside, you lock the door, lean back against it, and slide to the floor, overcome with exhaustion, grief, and…fear. What you were scared of you couldn't really tell. All you can hear is Toji purring those three words. Words that were sacred to you. Words that he was somehow had been privy to. Il mio Angellino. You haven't heard those words since before your grandmother's death. Since the last time you saw her. Her nickname for you.
My tiny lamb
A/n sorry this was so long I don't even know if people are reading this or liking it but it's been fun writing.
#toji fushiguro#jjk toji#toji zenin#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x you#toji fushiguro x you#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#jjk toji x reader#jjk toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro drabbles#toji fushiguro headcanon#toji fushiguro fanfic#toji fushiguro x self insert#toji#megumi#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujustu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#toji zenin x you#toji zenin x reader#jjk fanfic#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro fluff#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fic
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Broken Things (Resident Lover)
Pairing: Very much platonic Mia and Miranda (I am rotating them and their dynamic in my head)
Rating: G for General Audiences
Warning: HEAVY SPOILERS for Miranda's route, mostly implied but this won't make much sense if you haven't finished it. I recommend also getting the cult ending for maximum clarity.
Summary: For two people that hate each other, Mia and Miranda have more in common than either of them want to admit. The night before an important (but heartbreaking) ritual, they share a few moments together.
Alternatively: do you think they ever talk about being the only two to really know the MC? I think it hangs over them, equal parts comforting blanket and burial shroud. Exploring their dynamic a lil bit. Also, this is probably the longest thing I've written in one sitting in ages, so... cool. Noice. Just over 1.2k words.
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If she had bothered to knock, there would have been no answer at best, and a flurry of feathered rage at worst. No point in entertaining that formality; not tonight, the eve of another undoing. Few things had any point tonight. But Mia had never been one to overthink things, never one to bother drawing up reasons for her behavior. That was what made her so charmingly irritating. Or just plain irritating, if you asked the headmistress whose office is now being invaded.
“I’m not in the mood for company,” Miranda warns from where she sits at her desk, the barest hints of exhaustion bleeding into her normally veiled expression. Even Goddesses get tired, it seems. Cruelties stir in the back of her throat, vile words and heavy hexes, but she doesn’t waste any energy on letting them spill out. Simply swallows, hard, and crosses one leg over the other. A stiffness occupies her bones this evening.
“I know,” Mia answers, without any snark, carefully setting down a couple glasses where there’s room. The bottle in her other hand has already been opened, the contents mixed with other things, and hastily sealed again. For once, Mia bothers to wipe the condensation off the bottom before setting it down. “Neither am I.”
This time, her lips curl up at the edges, but the downturn of her eyebrows betrays the bitterness she feels. Another thought dances on her mind, and her mouth makes it halfway open before she discards it, playing the movement off as an exaggerated sigh. Pushing Miranda’s buttons is easy… achieving anything else is Herculean. Part of Mia wonders how far she’s already pushing things, not because she cares about the consequences, simply because she can’t tell.
Leaning her weight against the desk (avoiding the side table like a single touch would kill her), Mia grabs the bottle again, popping the cap off with a flick of her thumb. Almost immediately the smell of strong whiskey drifts around the room. Miranda’s nostrils flare, briefly, the purse of her lips growing tighter. But she says nothing as Mia pours drinks for the both of them, eying them closely to make sure they’re filled evenly. A moment passes, then two, before Mia nudges one of the glasses closer to Miranda.
“I don’t know why I keep you around,” the headmistress says, bringing a little bite to her words to show dominance, her posturing a sad show of deflecting vulnerability. They both know exactly why Mia is still alive, why she’s here, in this town, in this day, in this life. Why she doesn’t slip out the door without a word and disappear forever. All the same reasons keep Miranda here, urging her hands to continue pulling strings, weaving and undoing and weaving and weaving and unmaking with the same heart that compelled Penelope to do the same.
Mia chooses not to point it out. Bites her tongue, nurses the mixed whiskey like it was her last. Lets the burn linger on her tastebuds. Breathes in deep, turning her gaze to the dark sky beyond the office window. A few tiny figures move across the campus grounds, returning from parties or maybe more clandestine affairs, utterly unaware that everything was going to be reset tonight. None of them have even an ounce of worth in her eyes, nor in Miranda’s.
“Nobody else has a clue, do they?” Mia muses, somewhere between a sneer and a giggle. Both halves sound forced. For a moment, she basks in the silence, only to remember she wasn’t one to find comfort in such things after all. A glance towards her companion reveals a raised eyebrow, Miranda not yet parsing her words. The details of the reset were a closely guarded secret, to prevent dissent, but most of her flock understood that something important lay past the dusk. What they didn’t understand is all the more fundamental, built into the very cause they pursued. “They all think they know what we’re missing.” More bitterness in her voice this time, acidity on a slow-drip to her veins, a scoff kicking out some of the weight from her chest.
Something clicks, then, an idea alongside Miranda’s tongue. Dimitrescu imagines her daughters. Beneviento’s grief haunts everything she makes, but the feelings fold into different shapes. Followers flood their senses with Mother’s goals, with her purpose, but they are driven by their devotion to her. Not to her. All the lives in the world, vast and uniquely faceted, and only the two in this room have a clue.
“You don’t love her the way I do,” Miranda whispers, nail guards finding places to pinch her own flesh. Slowly, she uncrosses her legs, and finally reaches for her glass. If there’s any fragility to the way she holds herself now, Mia is kind enough to ignore it, and uncaring enough to leave the pain without relief.
“Mmm, and you don’t love her the way I do,” she breathes. Neither of them are lying. Oddly enough, nor are they challenging each other. Just declaring their surviving differences in this moment of alikeness. “Salut,” Mia adds, ignoring the huff (of irritation or amusement, she cares not to differentiate) from Miranda, but cracks a smile when their glasses raise in sync. A toast to the heart of their shared world, to the central victim of the reset.
There’s no hiding the way Miranda recoils at the concoction, almost a snarl with glinting teeth, the strength of the cheap whiskey hardly diluted by whatever was added to it. Hardly her drink of choice. Yet she runs her finger around the rim of the glass, mirroring the way her tongue flickers across her teeth, savoring the misery of it all. Hauntingly familiar, the closest Mia had ever come to recreating a cursed relic from their past. At least it will get us drunk fast, she had once said, with this same grimace, the icon of their love cheering on the words. Teasing gently about her obsessions with efficiency.
By the time the memory moves beyond her eyelids, the glass in her hands is almost empty. Mia hums a halfhearted tune, pouring another round for Miranda, before pushing herself up from her perch. A few wrinkled papers get left behind, without anyone batting an eye. Everything was pointless tonight, remember? Beautiful nothingness, even stale blood gushing like ichor, almost all things rendered equal.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some poor decisions to make,” Mia suddenly chimes, face twisting up into a visage of mischief, brushing the last of the dust off of her mask. One hand snatches up the bottle, the other smoothes over her leather jacket, subtly ensuring she could still feel the presence of her switchblade in one of the pockets. WIth unabashed glee, she waltzes through the doorway, off to draw blood and make merry with the worst of what the university has to offer.
She only hesitates for a microsecond, as she goes to close the door behind her. Glances back to meet Miranda’s gaze, all-knowing and piercing as ever, the two of them exchanging silent assurances. Their beloved would be remade, eventually, no matter how long it takes. No matter how many times they have to start over. A determination only matched in each other, as universally true as it is unspoken.
#the conversations the two of them could have oh my gooooood#resident lover#mother miranda#mia winters#thinking about them all the time#this is basically a character study for the two of them#i want to (and this is going to sound weird) lick their brains. just a lil bit.#metaphorically.#also in my head mia is about to go be a lil shit and torment Caldwell#but it's a mutually cherished activity soooooo
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Playing the Game (Steve X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: "I'm not gonna do it. I was only thinking about it....O.o...I did it."
Since Joe Keery has decided to invade my dreams I bare you this piece. We still have a confident, beautiful curvy reader here :) Never forget that no matter what you look like big, tall, short, small, etc that you are beautiful <3
Warnings: Fingering (*sings* on the passengers side of my best friends ride), Daddy/Sir kink for sure. Dom Steve/ sub (brat) reader. I will expand on this more in future chapters. This is actually my first time with this dynamic so be gentle!
Word Count: 2500
Steve crashes his entire body down onto the sofa, throwing his head against the back.
“Why did this seem more exciting a couple of years ago?”
When Robin invited him to go with her to a Hawkins Halloween party hosted by some of the graduates from his high school class, he thought it might be fun. Between still working at the video store, his most recent break up, his dad constantly breathing down his neck, and the feeling of his life generally going nowhere, he thought a night full of fun distractions would make him feel better. Robin detached from him as soon as they arrived to go find the girl she was crushing on and after aimlessly wondering around for about an hour, he decided he would settle for just getting ridiculously wasted. He grabbed a cup full of “punch” and settled in the spot he currently found himself in.
“Probably because a lot of these people seemed less annoying a couple of years ago.”
Steve’s head shot up as he turned to see you sitting on the opposite end of the couch. How had he not noticed you? Had you been there this whole time? Contrary to his simple Halloween costume (Riggs in Lethal Weapon), you had obviously put more effort into yours. You were wearing this black corset that hugged tightly around the extra curves on your body. The garment was pushing your breast up and drew attention with the lacy bow tied in front of it. Your matching mesh leggings flowed down your chunky, beautiful thighs, topped off with leather flats on your feet. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail and atop your head were some pointy cat ears. You had a mask just over your eyes with whiskers near the nose. You smiled over at him making his heart melt. Did he know you? He’d like to if he didn’t.
“How long have you been there?” Steve asked.
“Um, pretty much since the party started.” Your eyes shift towards him and he looked away a little guiltily. “Oh, don’t worry, Steve Harrington. I spent my high school career being invisible to most of these people especially you, I’m sure.” You raised your red cup in his direction as a salute.
“I’m sorry. I…” was all he managed to stutter out making you giggle. You pulled your mask to your forehead. Your eyes were done with black eye shadow but at least he could see you a bit better.
“Y/N. We had 4 years at Hawkins High together. A few classes here and there. I actually know your friend Eddie Munson. I was a part of his Hellfire club for a couple of years.” He didn’t respond or make any kind of movement to even affirm that he was listening to what you were saying. He was so transfixed by you. He eyes scanned over you from head to toe. When you spoke, he watched your lips move wanting to press them against his. When your hands raised, he wanted to grab them and hold them against the couch by your wrists. In the middle of your sentence, you had crossed your legs, making him wonder what they would feel like wrapped around his waist.
As you laughed at him your whole body jiggled causing him to let out a shaky sigh. You pulled your masked back over your eyes and rose from the couch. Wait? What happened? He didn’t want you to leave. You walked towards the back of the couch and leaned your head down till you were right up against his ear.
“It’s ok, Daddy. I wouldn’t remember me either.”
His eyes swiveled around to meet yours and you coyly smiled at him. “Nice seeing you again, Harrington.” Steve was completely frozen in place as he watches you walk away, his groin straining uncomfortably against his pants.
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“Come on, Steve. You got this, man. Let’s go.”, he chants to himself in the mirror of the bathroom. You may have won this round but you had completely thrown him off guard. He needed to show you that he was confident enough to play your game. That he was still King Steve even though he no longer ruled the halls of Hawkins High. He exited the bathroom and immediately went on the hunt to find you. He peaked his head in every room he could, praying you weren’t already in the ones that had moans emitting from them.
He finally found you, of all places, standing next to Robin. Your eyes were full of sincerity, completely focused on her as you listened to her ramble.
“I can do this. I can just go up to her right? Just say something like ‘Hello. I’m Robin. Do you like movies. I like movies.’ No, that’s so stupid. Oh my gosh.”
“Robin!” you laugh gently, placing your hand on your back. “Just be yourself. I’m telling you! You are amazing, beautiful, and adorably geeky.” She flashes you a nervous smile as she wobbles on her toes. “She’ll love you. But you’ll never know if you don’t go talk to her!”
“She’s right, you know?” Steve’s voice cuts through the commotion of the room as your eyes meet. You take note of his difference in demeanor causing a smile to spread across your face.
“Oh, shut up.” Robin turns to you. “He always says stuff like that but he doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand. I do wish I had his confidence though.” She peers past you to make sure her crush is still there.
“You do. It’s in there. Trust me. Now go before I do something that makes you gag.” She scoffs at your threat almost challenging you to try. “Oh, okay.” You push her lightly back, stepping forward towards Steve. “You know what Steve? I never noticed how gorgeous those eyes are. You want to meet me in the backseat of your car later?” You bat your eyes at him as he looks down at you, smirking.
Robin starts making vomit sounds with her mouth as she pushes between you two. You smile fondly after her as she walks away. Slightly, you turn your head to look at Steve and notice he’s still grinning at you.
“You ok there, Harrington? Do I need to call an ambulance?” You bring your cup to your lips and take a drink. Right as the warm liquid hits your throat, you feel Steve’s presence at your side. His warm breath tickles your ear.
“I’ll take you up on that offer if it still stands.”
You turn your head to face his. He’s so close to you your lips are practically hovering under his.
“I don’t remember offering you anything.”
“Oh?” His eyes open wide with amusement. “Something about the backseat of my car?”
You openly laugh, but Steve doesn’t reciprocate. He doesn’t even move an inch as he continues staring down at you. The smile he was wearing, now slowly disappearing.
You narrow your eyes to his as you straighten you back making yourself as tall as could. “You can’t handle me, Steven.”
“You don’t know what I can handle.” He moved slightly forward into your space, placing his hand on your lower back. You can feel his cock through his pants brush up against your center causing you to lick your lips and press them together. Steve leaned his head to the side of yours till you were both practically cheek to cheek. You could smell his cologne as your nose hung over his shoulder. He smelled so good. When he spoke again is tone came out husky and low, almost vibrating into your ear.
“Don’t ever call me Steven again.”
“I can’t! I just can’t.” Robin shouted shuffling quickly back towards you two. Steve, almost too casually, straightens back up and takes a step away from you. “Maybe next time. Next time I’ll try. Y/N, are you ok?”
No, you were not okay. Your legs felt like they were made of gelatin. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. You were not prepared for Steve fucking Harrington to respond to you the way he did. You had danced this tango before with many men and they all came prepared with the same attitude. “Oh baby. I can rock your world. I can do anything you need. All you have to do is ask.” You didn’t want to have to ask. You wanted to be told. You needed someone who could control your bratty attitude and then treat you like a queen.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m good. I think the alcohol is finally hitting me.” You pull Robin in for a hug, resting your chin on her shoulder. “It’s ok, babe. You’ll get her next time.”
Steve looked at you and genuinely smiled. He liked watching how you were with his friend. You may be sassy but you seemed to really care about her well-being and something about that made his heart beat even faster for you. You deserved to be treated with the same kindness and caring you showed to other people. He desperately wanted to be the one to do that for you.
“Hey Steve. How many drinks have you had?” you ask him.
“Just the one. Why?”
“Robin, would you mind if he takes me home?”
“Yeah sure. I’m going to hang out for a bit longer. I can get a ride with Wheeler. I think I saw her curls around here somewhere.” Robin takes a quick scan of the room. You reach into your clutch and hand Robin your car keys.
“Take my baby. I’ll swing by during your shift tomorrow and grab it from you.” You reach over and loop your arm into Steves. “Onward, Harrington!”
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Steve parks the car in the deserted parking lot outside of your apartment building. He steals a glance at you to realize you were already staring at him. He leans back in his seat and tosses you a sly smile.
“You didn’t need a ride, did you?”
Your own Cheshire grin spreads across your face as you turn to face the windshield. “No, I didn’t.” You turn back to face him. “Harrington, don’t play with me if you aren’t all in.”
Steve reaches his hand over and caresses your check softly. His fingers trace your lips sliding down to your throat. He gently runs the tip of his fingers along the sides of your neck making you swallow down moan. Almost abruptly he tightens his grip around your throat and pulls you towards him making you grunt against your teeth. Steve rubs the tip of his nose along yours.
“Who said I’m not?” he asks sounding like you insulted by merely suggesting. You reach out your hand and place it on the back of his neck, aggressively pulling him in for a kiss. His grip on your throat loosens as he slides his hand to your cheek. You let him go as you start to pull away but his hand keeps you in place. “Say it again.”
“Say what?”
He lets you go but you don’t move from where you are. You feel him lean past you and open the glove box. He ruffles around for a bit before finding what he wants and slamming it shut. Suddenly something cold touches your thigh and tears through the material around your legs. You look down right as Steve closes the pocketknife and throws it in the backseat. With both hands, he tears a hole up to your panties, and slides one of his big palms through to move the now drenched fabric blocking your pussy. His other hand reaches up, grabbing you behind your head and pulling him back towards his face.
“Say it, again.”
When you don’t answer he forcefully shoves his middle and ring finger into your entrance, making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.
“Steve!”
An agitated sigh escapes his lips. “Wrong.” He starts thrusting his fingers at a brutal pace.
“Harrington.” You moan out unable to think straight as you feel yourself getting close to that edge.
“I think you’re doing this on purpose to make me angry.” The squelching sound of his hand pumping into you is almost pornographic. You feel yourself start to tighten around him as you near your climax. At that moment, Steve suddenly stops moving causing your eyes to snap open.
“Say. It. Again.”
It suddenly hits you what he wants to hear and you let out a bit of a breathy laugh. You lean into him and placing your forehead against his, you slide your tongue along his bottom lip.
“Please, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
“Good girl.”
He starts thrusting into you with his fingers again as you grind your hips against them. Steve’s lips glide down to bite and suck at the skin on your neck. You grip your hand into his hair pushing his lips further into your flesh. Your other hand shoots down to his wrist as you feel the coil in your tummy snap. You try to push his hand away but he forces is fingers deeper into you as you ride out your high.
When he finally removes his hand and pulls away from you, you fall back in your seat panting. The sound of him sucking his fingers causes you to turn and watch him. He notices and gives you a wink.
“You taste good.”
You can’t help but smile at him. If someone had asked you junior year of high school if you ever saw yourself in the passenger seat of Steve Harrington’s car being fingered by the king himself you probably would have laughed in their face. You two had always moved in different circles and he never seemed to pay you any mind. You also kind of thought he was a stuck-up daddy’s boy.
The feeling of warmth on your knee brings you back to the present. Steve had rested his hand on your leg and was looking at you now, not with lust, but care.
“Are you ok? Do you need anything? I think I have some water or something in the trunk.”
“Steve!”, you playfully giggle at him as you place your hand over his. “I’m good. I came. I didn’t come back from war or something.” He starts laughing along with you.
As you bend down and start to gather your things, he quickly gets out of the car jogging to your side to open the door. You get out and eye him up and down.
“What? I’m a nice guy. Speaking of, um, I can pay you back for those.” He points down at your leggings.
“Oh, don’t even worry about it. They were like 50cents at a thrift store.”
He holds out his elbow and you grin as you loop your arm in his. Steve walks you up to the door of your building and opens it for you.
“Hey Y/N. Can I, um, have your phone number?”
A smile spreads across your beautiful face and you slowly back into the Elevator behind you. “Of course. If you can find it.”
He shook his head as he walked back to his car. You weren’t going to make this easy but thankfully he liked a challenge.
#steve harrington#stranger things#joe keery#joe keery smut#steve harrington smut#daddy steve#dom!steve harrington#sub reader#brat reader#steve x plus size reader#fan fiction
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I can’t
Pairing: Andrew Garfield x FemReader
Warnings: fluff, heartache
Summary: Romantic confessions 1. “I can’t pretend anymore”, 10. “Please, please just listen to me”, and 22. “I know that this is not what you want to hear”. I love a good yearning for love story. And no one writes about just Andrew and he deserves as much love as his characters.
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You had put your heart on your sleeve. Which didn’t happen often considering the natural wall you had built to keep people out. But you had felt it, that connection, and in a daring leap of faith you put it all out there for him to see. And in your moment of vulnerability with all of you displayed for him to see his reaction was not what you had expected.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I can’t…” he spoke, not daring to catch your eyes. Slowly your lip began to quiver.
“Oh” fell from your lips and probably landed next to your heart where it fell to the ground and broke into thousands of little pieces.
“I just-“ holding up a hand you stopped him from stumbling over the useless words that would tell you that it wasn’t you but him.
“It happened, it’s over with, let’s move on”
So you took your own advice. Filming was over so you went back to your temporary apartment and began to pack because after that you were moving on. At least until the premiere. Too bad the quickest flight out of here wasn’t until morning. Which left you stuck in a position of having to talk to him again. Which became true when knocks sounded at your apartment door.
“Y/N I know you’re in there. Open the door now” rolling your eyes you moved to open the door despite your better judgement. The last thing you needed to do was piss off your neighbors.
“What do you want Andrew?” your arms folded over your chest and guilt filled his throat as he looked at you.
“We need to talk about what happened today” you began to quickly shake your head, not needing to further the embarrassment of that moment. Surely you’d never do something like this again.
“No we don’t, I was being dumb” you began to move to the couch in hopes he would just leave you alone like you wanted.
“Please, please just listen to me” he pleaded as he followed after you. He sat beside you on the couch, immediately invading your space for the face to face confrontation.
“Nothing you say will fix how you made me feel today” you spoke, trying to not get upset again because God you loved this boy beside you. It took only 6 months of filming some silly little movie for you to be totally and irrevocably in love with him.
“I know, but I still have to say my peace” sighing you turned to give him your attention because after all you’ll be getting on that plane whether he likes it or not.
“Fine, but if I don’t want to hear anymore I’m walking away” he nodded, thankful for the chance you were giving him.
“I didn’t say no because of you and me” immediately you began to roll your eyes, starting to stand. You left to avoid the whole it’s not you conversation and here he was still trying. Quickly he grabbed you and pulled you back down. “I know that this is not what you want to hear. But please let me finish”
“Make it quick” you were running out of patience and he sighed as he let go of you, trusting you would stay to hear him out.
“I said no because of my publicist. She wants me to stay single as long as No Way Home is still generating a buzz in the media. She knew it would bring back all those same fans from 2013 and I’m not dating Emma anymore so she suggested being single would make me more pleasing to my viewers. So even though all I’ve wanted is to ask you out on a date I haven’t because I’m trying my best to not piss her off. Saying that to you today was the hardest thing I’ve ever done” looking into his dough eyes you could see how genuine he felt about this. He wasn’t lying and he didn’t want to hurt you.
“Then why are you here Andrew?” you found yourself asking and he chuckled.
“Because I can’t pretend anymore Y/N. I don’t care what my publicist says because the minute you walked into my apartment tonight I should’ve kissed you” a red hue flamed across your cheeks and to the tips of your ears as he said this.
“I’m still embarrassed” you spoke with a soft smile and he chuckled with a smile to match your own.
“Does this mean I can kiss you now?” he reached up to brush some hair out of your face and your heart rate doubled in speed.
“I’m sorry Andrew, I can’t” slowly his eyes fell and you let out a light chuckle as you lifted his head back to face your own.
“I don’t like putting myself out there. So you should be flattered I did for you” you told him before sealing the space between you. He quickly reacted to the kiss and pulled you into his lap to kiss you deeper. You let out a sigh of relief as he continued to kiss you like his life depended on it.
“God I can’t even begin to tell you how much I wanted this” he muttered against your lips and you grinned as you pulled on his brown locks slightly.
“Me too”
#andrew garfield#andrew garfield imagine#andrew garfield x reader#tasm peter parker#tasm imagine#marvel#andrew peter parker#imagine
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A/N: HEYYYY YA'LL ITS BEEN A MIN LMAOOO BUT IM BACK NOW YAY FR THO THANK U TO EVERYONE WHO LIKED THIS FIC IT MEANS A LOT ANYWAYS THIS IS PART TWO OF WHO IS SHE
Who is she? Part 2
warning: Edward is lowkey a stalker here but ik u freaks like it, Edward has an episode 🥹, reader has questionable taste in men…
After that incident Edward kept seeing her if only he had enough courage to go up to her and actually talk instead of stealing glances from each other it was never enough for him, he wanted to know her wanted to crawl his way into her heart and mind hoping to stay nested there for all of eternity, even at work Edward couldn’t stop thinking about her, she always invaded  his thoughts it seems as if she bewitched him like a spell that was caused upon him that he never wishes to wear off oh what he would give to see her again to have her attention on him and only him he lets out a dreamy sigh smiling to while sketching what looks like to be a silhouette
Of his mysterious Angel he was too busy lost in thought and didn’t notice the figure coming up behind him Edward flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his dipshit coworker Zach. He doesn’t hear what he has to say. probably something stupid like that stupid nickname he came up with.
Edward just nods, hoping he would finally leave him alone so he can go back to fantasizing about her, but soon feels empty knowing he most likely would never see her again.
His day has finally came to an end He sits and people watch as always, sometimes wondering what could be behind those lifeless faces. He looks down at his phone, trying to keep himself busy, but when he looks up, there you were in all your glory. Edward couldn’t believe it himself he thinks the stars just aligned for him he then again stares and when u look back he can’t help but get breathless like the wind just got knocked out of his lungs this time though he smiled back instead of looking away that’s some progress, Edward! He thinks to himself, feeling a bit proud. The train stops, and what looked to be her stop, wait she’s leaving?!?wait Edward? She’s walking away?! I just found her I cannot lose her again . I haven’t even realized that I started walking after her. He tried to match his footsteps with hers, not wanting to be seen or heard by her. He felt torn between the fact that what he was doing was wrong and the fact that he was basically stalking someone But also, you're just making sure she arrives home safe! Edward is choosing to believe the latter.
They Finale arrive to her apartment complex he watches her get in and waits, as he sees her lights turn on what looks like to be the sixth floor he will keep that in mind as he stares for a while deciding now would be a good time to head home.
As he enters his home suddenly a wave of dread hits him like a pile of rocks he literally just stalked someone? And tried justifying it, you idiot, you could have just gone up to her and talked to her like a normal human being. God, why can't he be normal? Why isn’t he normal? Because ur incapable of being normal that unknown voice speaks I just want to make a connection he feels tears well up to his eyes why cant he make a connection?! Because you're a fuckup, I’m not a fuckup! covering his ears, hoping that horrible screeching voice would just vanish. You deserve to di, he couldn’t let that thought finish.
Readers pov
It all started when you saw that cute guy from the subway. Something about him seemed so out of place from Gotham’s usual jarring looking people with his innocent cherubic face. You simply thought he was cute, nothing more. But you could feel eye on you now. You could tell he was staring. He isn’t exactly being very discreet. You decided to give him a glance just to let him know you were aware of his antics. He looks like a deer caught in headlights and immediately looking away as if he was caught doing a crime . I find myself smirking amused by his behavior . When He actually decides to make eye contact with me again I couldn’t help but smile that was the first time I’ve seen him and that was how we interacted from now on like unspoken language that only the two of us knew just exchanging glances from one another however the last time I saw him it was a bit different he grew more bold and what I meant by bold is him smiling back like I said bold by his standards but god call me crazy but I found his small smile so what’s the word? dorky? After I left I felt like I was being followed maybe I was being paranoid? I mean, this is Gotham after all; it’s normal to feel like this, right?
A/N thank u for reading!! I hope u guys are enjoying the fic so faralso sorry for any mistakes English isn’t my first language
#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x you#edward nashton#dano riddler x reader#dano riddler#dano edward nashton x reader
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Maybe I'm being too picky so feel free to ignore.
Chenford pre-canon + Tim invades Lucy's personal space and they kiss or almost kiss
Not being too picky at all! In my mind this takes place circa season 4. Use your imagination with it! I hope you enjoy this anon. (And honestly this idea came to me when I was getting fresh water for my dogs 🤣 and I started writing it right away).
you're all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart (My heart), body, and soul,
Chenford pre-canon + Tim invades Lucy's personal space and they kiss or almost kiss
“Why are we at the gun range again?” Lucy asks Tim as she gets out of his truck. He meets her on the other side and shrugs his shoulders as they start walking towards the building.
“It’s my recertification time. I thought you might want to come alone and practice.” He says. Lucy’s stomach does a weird flutter and her heart starts pounding fast. He’s walking next to her and matching her pace. It didn’t surprise her, they were usually in sync. It didn’t surprise her, they were usually in sync.
“Well thanks for inviting me.” She says quietly and Tim smiles at her as he opens the door for them to go inside.
“No problem.” He replies easily.
They are both given guns to shoot and once they are all geared up, Lucy watches as Tim takes position and fires the gun hitting the middle right away. He grins over at her, his blue eyes sparkling as he watches her shoot.
She’s a good shot, she knows she’s a good shot but Tim is looking at her as she takes her first shot aiming for the bullseye but missing completely, the bullet going off to the side. She curses under her breath and doesn’t look at Tim who is probably smirking.
Tim’s gun goes off a couple more times and then Lucy takes a deep breath and shoots again, this time it hits just to the right of the middle.
“Nice shot.” She hears Tim says from her left and she turns to see he’s put his gun down and is just a little bit closer to her. She gulps and nods, turning back to the target. She can do this. She wouldn’t let Tim distract her. She’s not even sure why him being there is such a distraction today.. but it is.
She focuses on the bullseye and shoots and much like the first one it misses completely. She sighs loudly and then suddenly Tim is besides her moving her arm so it’s at a different angle.
“Focus Lucy.” He says loud enough so she can hear through the earplugs. “Eye on the target. You got this.” She swallows nervously at his tone, it’s a mix between TO Tim and friend Tim who she may or may not have feelings for. And they have been toeing the line between friends and more for a few weeks. Both of them were single, and Lucy knew something had changed after he told her to save him a dance at Angela’s wedding not wedding. They never did dance because of the kidnapping and well… but now it just seemed like they were always so close to crossing the line. But they just never did.
She gets out of her thoughts and aims the gun, her arm still at the angle Tim had moved it to.
She shoots and it’s her best hit yet, not quite the bullseye but so close to it.
“Good job.” Tim says next to her and he’s even closer than he was before. She can smell him, she can feel him right next to her. His arm slightly brushes hers as he moves away and it sends goosebumps down her arm.
“Thanks.” She mumbles as she gets ready again. She looks back slightly to see him staring at her, his legs spread apart and his arms crossed his chest. His lips turned down in a slight frown. She turns back and focuses on the target. She shoots and like last time it’s better.
Tim moves up behind her his chest ghosting her back as he lays a hand on her arm and angles it better.
“You are doing good Lucy.” He says above her head. She nods slightly. She’s aware there are other people around but like always her and Tim are in their own little world. “You just need to take your time.”
“Okay.” She mumbles. And he presses his chest more into her back and her stomach flutters again. She wants this. She wants him to always be on her. Always invading her space. It’s not like they ever gave each other personal space. Tim has always been intoxicating to Lucy, and she’s always pulled toward him like a magnet desperate to get to its base.
She feels him back up and her body aches, she wants him back. But instead of dwelling on that, she shoots the gun hitting it perfectly in the middle. She gives an excited whoop as she spins on her heels to face Tim who is grinning ear to ear.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” He says as he walks up to her. He gets so close now that their chests are practically touching and she can hear his heart pounding in his chest. She looks up at him, and he’s making a face like he’s deciding what to do. She starts to move away but he pulls her closer. And then without a second thought, they are kissing. She’s not sure who made the first move but all she knows is she’s kissing Tim. He pulls her even closer, as if he didn’t want her to move away. Lucy doesn’t want to move away from him. Ever.
She feels all of him now, smells all of him. And she knows what it’s like to kiss Tim Bradford. It’s fucking wonderful, and she knows what they mean when you see fireworks when you kiss someone. Because she sees fireworks and more.
But unfortunately he does pull away from her, putting his forehead on hers and his arm around her waist. They don’t say anything for a few minutes, Lucy doesn’t trust herself to talk afraid she would blurt out something stupid or embarrassing.
“Wow.” She manages to say when they still haven’t moved. Tim laughs and bends down to kiss her again (thank god).
She realizes she still has the earmuffs on when they pull apart again. She reaches up and pulls them off so they are resting on her neck and Tim does the same. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her though. And there’s so many emotions on his face, Lucy feels overwhelmed.
“Amazing.” He says. He licks his lips and then kisses her gently on the nose.
“I know.” She replies back. She doesn’t know if he’s talking about their kissing or her.
“Lucy.” He begins slowly. He trails his hand up to her lower back and then it’s in the middle. He is still holding her close. She doesn’t mind. Not even a little bit. “Clearly we are on the same page about…” She nods. They are on the same page about them. “And we need to talk more but I would really like to just keep kissing you. But uh maybe somewhere else?” He finishes and then blushes a little. She reaches up to cup his face with her hands.
“Kiss now. Talk later?” She asks. He nods enthusiastically and finally moves his chest off of hers. He doesn’t let her go far though. He grabs her hand and gathers up their guns and pulls her towards the door.
Kiss now. Talk later sounded pretty good to her.
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