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talkbycolor · 5 months

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mushroom oasis headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; im very sensitive about mychael too, oops

Pairing; "Mychael" x GN!Reader

CW; idk alien sex (jk) / this is actually cute, dont worry

Mychael as your boyfriend.

I just know that he likes to listen to ABBA with you and dance in the mornings when making breakfast or at night before going to sleep.

He purrs at bedtime, especially if you pet his hair.

You can caress his horns, they are softer than they look but also sensitive, be delicate

After a while of relationship, he could no longer avoid the growing guilt he felt and told you about the mushrooms in the forest and the brainwashing he did to you at the beginning.

Definitely identifies with Roar's "Christmas Kids" song.

Be thankful he doesn't have an internet connection or he'd make Deez Nuts cringe jokes.

He is the perfect person for fairycore, you have already begged him to do makeup together, even though he didn't need any of that.

He likes to feel safe, silly and childish with you, having learned to take care of himself since… well, always, it was a drain on the soul. what a relief to his heart to be able to be childish with you, like a break.

He still has certain self-esteem problems, his eyes always dilate when you say nice things about him (or when he's about to jump and attack ((kiss you)))

It's not like Mychael is an uncivilized being, but you've taken the time to teach him several things on dates you've had, things that perhaps he didn't know due to his isolation from society.

You're actually a little scared of what could happen if they discover Mychael's existence, so if you live together it will be in the forest.

Sometimes he is selfish and brainwashes you when he wants more kisses or just feels too needy to let you go out with your friends.

For him there is no such thing as breaking up, he will beg you for answers and ask countless times what the problem is or what you want him to change, as a last resort he would brainwash you so that you stay by his side, even if it's like a shell.

"They were 20 and decided to end their life just like this. They went up to the 21st floor and left without saying "goodbye." I wonder if when they were flying through the air they remembered… ..I once told him if you kill yourself I'm gonna kill myself too!" Basically Mychael not being able to continue with his life alone once he meets MC, if you leave, so does he.

The first time you had sex, bro, Mychael almost had to be chained up, he acted like a spoiled kid when he tried his new favorite candy.

Mychael composes songs for MC, he will even try to get new instruments, new talents, anything to entertain his firefly and have them stay in the forest with him.

Is the kind of old-fashioned sculpted lover, don't doubt that you will look like a 60-year-old couple with 3 chickens and a dog, your wish is his command. If you can't go out to eat at an elegant restaurant, he will get a recipe book to prepare the best dishes and put candles on the table. If you don't have new clothes, he will knit what you like. If you don't like the color of the cabin, he will paint everything as many times as necessary.

Physically? Mychael will never hurt you, using guilt as manipulation is not to his liking either, he loves you too much so he will only wash your brain to have a perfect life by your side, don't worry, you are safe from the world and you will have healing caresses every night , even if it is not today, if it is not tomorrow, you will learn to need it on your own and stay at will.

Mychael is terrified of people, the opinion of the masses made him think of himself as a monster and he can't help but blurt out little comments mocking his own appearance. Being with you makes him forget what he is. Why was he surprised? Because you didn't look away.

His saliva is a little salty and something tells me that he produces goo when he is excited, trust me (delulu)

♡

#yandere visual novel #yandere #yandere x reader #headcanons #mychael x reader #mushroom oasis #mushroom oasis vn #mushroom oasis mychael #gn reader #mychael

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genacity · 1 year

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Hi there 🫢

So I just had to write a letter… and I had to put it in an envelope (obvi) and it was one of those envelopes that you have to lick to seal.

Now imagine Scaramouche being ur roommate, and he sees you lick the envelope and his thoughts run WILD

I had to share this cuz idk 💪

🎐anon

nsfw / suggestive scaramouche & the envelope; ANON THIS IS CRAZY WHY ARE YOU SO SMART

i am literally shaking. your last request was so good but this one takes it all 💯 HOW DO YOU THINK OF THESE THINGS

i was thinking of making this an entire fic by itself but i have other drafts i need to clear so you get whatever the hell this may be sorry 😰

you and scaramouche had been roommates for a few months now. he wasn’t the sweetest person in the world; but he payed his share of the bills, had a stable job, and had contributed to the house enough to be able to label him as a decent roommate.

the both of you never seemed to bother each other very often unless it was about the house. maybe the occasional “good morning” or “see you later”, but other than casualties, you never seemed to speak much.

maybe that was why you didn’t expect today to be so different than the rest. today, you had to head down to the post office to send a thank you letter to one of your family members. you had just graduated college recently and since they had send flowers and some money to “treat yourself” (you knew it would just go towards taxes anyways), you concluded that it would be basic courtesy to send a card back at the least.

you stood over the kitchen counter writing out the last of your letter to your extended family. your wrist ached with fatigue as you signed your name next to the love at the bottom of the card and put the pen aside, reaching over to the envelope you had put next to you.

scaramouche walked into the kitchen past you to slide a mug under and press a few buttons on the coffee maker. “what are you doing?” he had asked, the buzzing of the machine behind him making you lick your teeth to hold back the outward cringe. ‘that coffee maker must be old,’ you thought. ‘we should buy a new one soon.’

“just writing a letter.” you said flatly, picking up the envelope and turning to face scaramouche to engage in small talk.

scaramouche raised his eyebrows. “to who?” he inquired. you blinked and looked around for a moment; never had he held a conversation out with you for this long. this was definitely a first. “just some family that came to my graduation.” you murmured, lips occupied as you brought the envelope in your hands to your tongue to lick the seal.

you stuck your tongue out to glide it across the sticky part at the top, the taste of plastic lingering as you wet the seal. your eyes were too focused on the envelope to assure you didn’t cut your tongue (it’s happened before) that you didn’t notice the growing expression on your roommate’s face.

scaramouche’s eyes widened at the sight of your long tongue extending from your lips, carefully licking the adhesive and sealing the letter shut. his lips parted slightly, chest heaving with heavy breaths as his grip against the counter behind him hardened.

he could only stare, frozen in place as you finished the letter off with your stamps of choice and signing the address on the front. you said something to him, but he couldn’t hear you; the only thought in his mind your tongue and what it could do to him.

wait— what? what the hell was he thinking? you were his roommate; just some lowlife he shared an apartment with. but as much as he bashed himself internally, the image of you bending him over this counter right now, using that careful tongue of yours to please him was all he could see. vision foggy as his lips pressed themselves into a line, the sound of the coffee machine behind beeping snapped him out of his thoughts.

“scaramouche, hello? have you seen my—” “no!” he snapped, snatching the mug from the machine and rushing off to his room. your eyes trailed him confusedly. what was wrong with him? matter of fact, what was wrong with you?

you watched him rush away, eyes falling to the evident bulge in his pants before he slammed the door of his bedroom.

#@ genacity ☆#@ 🎐 anon ☆#@ scaramouche ☆#sub scaramouche #sub wanderer #sub kunikuzushi #dom reader #sub character #sub character smut #sub genshin #that. that is insane.#🎐 anon is WILDING in my inbox right now

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beforeimdeceased · 10 months

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NONSENSE

🍦 lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense 🍓

pairing: ellie williams x reader

synopsis: celebrating your 2 year anniversary with ellie!

warnings: fingering + strap on sex (r!recieving), ellie’s strap is referred to as her cock (thought it was silly, imagine it purple)

author’s note: i refuse to read this more than once I COULD BARELY EDIT IT IDK also thank u all so much for the recent love u don’t know how much it means to me <3 check out my other stuff on @abbysvictim

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly <3 my wife!

you could only dream of a love as sweet as the one ellie had provided you with these past two years. her heart, a never ending well of love, was placed into your hands the moment she laid eyes on you. she’ll tell the story until it traps her tongue.

dina had invited you to a popup show of hers. your sweet smile was contagious and forever genuine. curved lines in the creases of your mouth after every joke she told. ellie wanted to live in the ridges of those lines. she wanted to breathe your scent in forever. hear you praise her playing until she became proud of it herself.

she was hooked. could barely spit out the words while asking dina for your number.

now it was your anniversary. you and ellie were in the kitchen enjoying strawberries and whipped cream (one of her absolute favorites). she takes some of the cream and places it on your neck, the sticky solid causing you to cringe. you have no time to respond when her lips latch onto the area, sucking softly.

a very low and very desperate moan escapes your lips. she pushes you up against the counter grinding, her crotch into your ass. the motion causes your mouth to fall open and she stuffs two fingers in, pushing them against your tongue.

“you’re so beautiful baby.” she whispers, a hand slipping into the front of your pants from behind. she buries it into your panties, not surprised to find you already wet for her.

she grinds against you once more causing your cunt to collide with her hand. your moan is muffled by her fingers in your mouth and you start to trail drool down her arms.

she loves fucking you, and loves fucking with you even more. lips placing aggressive kisses on your neck while she watches you come undone against her fingers. your vision runs hazy with her pace. she’s curled them so perfectly to hit the spot that makes your soul leave your body. you felt like you might squirt and make a mess of yourself and the kitchen floor.

she’s not done with you when you finish. she never is. quick to lead you and your wobbly legs to the couch, fingers never leaving your mouth. she’s always prepared, cock already latched up and ready to go.

she carefully places you over it, smiling as your eyes travel to the back of your head when you lower yourself. she could almost laugh at how easily she slipped in.

and now she didn’t want you moving a single muscle. it was time for you to just enjoy yourself. her hips bucked up into you at an erratic pace. slow and deep, then she’d speed up, then slow and deep again. she repeated this until she had you screaming, a ring of your slick covering the base of her cock and your cunt leaving a pool of wetness on her boxers.

this was heaven. your precious moans in her ear as the sound of her slamming in and out of your cunt echoed in the room. the sound was giving the both of your butterflies. yeah, you could definitely do two more years of this.

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animehideout · 5 months

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Hello! can you do a scenario with gojo x reader who simps out loud for him

like she says the craziest shit she would do to him infront of everyone and they look at her like she crazy 💀

like she says "Gojo could slash me across the back with a belt and make me flow on the inside out"

and everyone just whips their heads at her and just give her that look😭😭😭

(BRO IDK IF THAT WAS ME BEING WERID OR SIMPING💀💀💀)

Gojo Satoru X Simp/Flirty Reader.

a/n: Thank you @bootyholeater for this request, I had do much fun writing it💗. I hope you like it tho 🥹🫶🏻

WHERE ARE MY GOJO SATORU SIMPS AT?

warnings: fluff overload with some smutty flirting 🫦.

No one ever managed to make the famous Gojo Satoru blush, let alone stutter.. but guess what?.. You did ! Congratulations 👏🏻.

Both of you are Jujutsu high students, spending the day face to face with him made you fall head over heels for him.

He was your type, he was literally the male version of you but add a lot of boldness.

Because you would openly simp for him, in public, in private, even during Yaga sensei class.

“ So class, you'll be paired up for a mission. Y/n and Geto both of yo-”

“But Sensei, I wanna be paired up with Gojo!!”

“huh, any reasons?”

“IDK, he's hot” you'd shrug.

Let's say simping shamelessly is your love language.

You'd literally be armed with a repertoire of pickup lines reserved for him.

And your pickup lines never fail in making him grin from ear to ear.

You'd flip your hair around him a lot.

Literally teasing a tease.

A light touch on his arm that'll flutter his heart.

When you're with your classmates, you'd literally say the dirtiest shit ever.

You'd be spending the evening with them when you started your flirting duty.

“Do you know that 70% of your body is water?” you'd pause shifting your gaze to Gojo, “And I'm 100% thirsty”

“Really y/n? We thought you're sharing a scientific fact but I guess flirting with Gojo is more important” said Shoko shaking her head.

Gojo would burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Two peas in a pod, I swear to god” Exclaim Geto.

“What was your technique again y/n?”

“Baby-making technique wanna help in that.. Satoru?” you'd say with a wink.

“Nice blindfold Satoru, did you get rid of your sunglasses?” Asks Geto.

“yeah nice blindfold, wanna try that on me Satoru?”

“Seriously y/n? Again?”.

He loves the way you say his name, and loves your soft giggles.

He would turn off his infinity when you're around cuz he knows you get extremely touchy with him and FUCK he loves that.

“So what's you'll favorite food?” asked Geto.

“Oh, I'm a sweet tooth , I really enjoy sweets”

“Damn what a coincidence Gojo, me too. I enjoy sweets especially lollies, I enjoy sucking them”.

Geto would get his ass up and leave, he's so done with you.

You're literally unfazed by any awkwardness.

You don't care if your flirting comes out as cringe or cheesy, you said what you said and don't give a fuck as long as you're expressing yourself.

But 90% of the time your flirting is smooth ( like butter ).

You'd challenge him into a duel of pickup lines.

Literally made his jaw drop from all the raunchy lines you were directing to him.

“Your lap looks so inviting, inviting me to sit on it and roll my hips till we can't take it no more”

You'd never shy away, despite you being serious when you flirt with him, you always manage to create an atmosphere of lightheartedness for both of you ( definitely not others cuz they're whether cringing or shaking their heads in disappointment).

You'd always incorporate humor into your flirtation to the point that he thought that you're only joking and not really into him.

Geto would do you a favor and knock some sense into him, making him realize that you're actually giving him hints and not teasing him just for fun.

“Can't believe you're this dense Satoru”

“I- I thought she was just being playful”

The moment he knew, you had actual feelings behind your flirting, you'll start having an intense effect on him.

Geto would start teasing him, leading the conversation on to get you to flirt with him.

“So y/n who do you think is more handsome, me or Satoru?”

“Well Suguru you're handsome of course, but Satoru is the typa handsome that I would let him spank me with his belt and make me flow on the inside out”.

Their mouths would hang open from your extreme dirty simping.

His face would be crimson red, exposing him and betraying his attempt to look unfazed.

But he couldn't hide it, the effect you had on him was stronger.

“Satoru blushing? No fucking way” Said Shoko.

Geto is the sweetest he would help you with it.

After class you'd play Spin The Bottle and he managed to get you both together.

Would shove you both inside the closet, barely containing both of you.

He's a giant, big boy ( I need A big BoOoY).

You'd smirk “Finally, my moment has come”.

( I mean I'd pass out of excitement if I had 7 minutes in heaven with GOJO SATORU).

“So um D-do you h-hav”

“Why are you stuttering Gojo?”

“Fuck it” he would mutter, slamming his lips on yours, kissing the living shit out of you.

“Is this what you wanted huh?” he'd ask.

“Well if I'm being honest...I want more” you'd say with a mischievous smile.

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txttletale · 23 days

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(Other than the really weird bit about "Male presenting Doctor") what were your thoughts about the specials?

pretty mixed bag, pretty messy, but good overall. i think they were very obviously a nostalgia trip for people around my age lol and it worked! i loved seeing tennant and tate back onscreen together, their chemistry hasn't aged a bit, and honestly just watching doctor who that wasn't written by chris chibnall was a breath of fresh air. they weren't boring, like seasons 11 and 12 were, and they didn't go too far off the other end into nonsense like flux did. characters want things again! the show can let itself just be silly! i was literally cheering out loud when donna and the doctor were just saying random scifi gobbledegook at each other for like a solid several minutes during the star beast.

the structure of the specials kind of baffles me. i love wild blue yonder--i think it's definitively the best of the specials as a standalone, it's absolutely fantastic, creepy and atmospheric and bringing things around to RTD's strength, which is well-written characters interacting with each other and letting good actors just act. but at the same time i dont understand why it exists? it feels like...idk. imagine if you watched the star wars original trilogy but instead of the empire strikes back the middle film was just a feature length film about luke and han surviving on an ice planet with no reference to anything that happens in the last film except the two characters' relationship. and then the next film was still return of the jedi, unchanged. it felt like that

i liked all the weird campy silliness of the star beast and the giggle, and they were both very fun! neil patrick harris gave a fantastic performance, there are a lot of very memorable sequences from the giggle, but it's very very all over the place. so many threads get kind of picked up and go nowhere. the toymaker's haunted house dimension goes nowhere. RTD's eyerolling social media commetnary goes nowhere (thank god tbh but yknow im illustrating something here). even the toymaker kind of goes nowhere, after ncuti gatwa shows up he's bascially an afterthought who loses by dropping a ball. obvious parallels to david tennant's first episode with that ball scene could be made, but just... aren't. it feels like load-bearing sectikons of the plot and themes were cut out to make room for a backdoor pilot for the stupid fucking UNIT spinoff

oh and it goes without saying i fucking hate all the UNIT wank in the star beast and the giggle. i hope space nine eleven 2 happens to their stupid fucking avengers tower i cannot stand kate stewart who is constantly a murderous bonehead (in the giggle alone she gets two pepole killed by not listening to the doctor and assuming that this teleporting godlike entity could be restrainted by Two Guys) who is both in and out of universe just a boring nepo baby with no merit of her own

um. i still dont know what happened with the regeneration. i think the implication is that when david tennant dies hell time travel back to become ncuti gatwa inside himself--at least the rehab dialogue seems to make that implication. but it's not really explained or explored? baffling. i do think that fourteen getting to settle down and live a peaceful life with his friends is cute.

oh yeah and the ask said other than that but goddd there was some good stuff in the star beast and honestly with the state of the UK media i will take any perspective on trans people that includes baseline human erespect but some of those lines made me cringe so bad. anyway overall i am cautiously optimistic for the future of the show--oh ncuti was fucking great did i mention that i instantly bnought him as the doctor he owned the scene, the moment he was there it was clear he was the protagonist, and i liked the church on ruby road well enough too--i am cautiously optimistic but i worry that a big UNIT-shaped tumor will devour huge chunks of it and it'll be annoying. also russel t davies is like 60 and i just dont want to hear what he has to say about twitter so im not looking forward to dot and bubble

#ask #doctor who

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hope-drunk · 1 year

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- flowers | a. anderson

| you get abby flowers for valentine’s day, she gives you something better in return

| content warning: fem!reader, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, princess), top!abby, bottom!reader, established relationship, barely proofread, not accurate description of how flowers grow but it’s the apocalypse so idc, definitely ooc manny, mushy abby and reader, idk i just wanted to write a valentine’s day fic LOL

“Yeah, but what’s the point of it?” you ask Manny.

“I don’t know. To get some?” he answers.

You had met Manny in the cafeteria, being assigned to patrol with him for the day. When you saw him, he wished you a happy Valentine's Day, which you had no clue was a thing. Of course, you have heard of the big holidays, like Christmas or Halloween, but you had never heard of Valentine’s Day. Now, you were walking in the cold to the checkpoint, trying to figure it out together.

“How’d you even hear of it?”

“Saw it on a card in an old grocery store one time, then found the day on a very old calendar. It’s the day of love.” Manny laughs, dragging out the ‘o’ in love.

You laugh with him, then fall to a natural silence. You cleared out the few infected that were running around before starting to head back to base.

It was still cold out, but there wasn’t any snow on the ground anymore. Looking around, you spot some flowers growing up along a building, running over to quickly grab them.

“What are you doing?” Manny chuckles, jogging to where you were.

“Didn’t they give flowers as gifts? I’m getting Abby flowers.” you say, trying to find the freshest ones to pull out of the ground.

He groans. “Oh you’re such a love bird. It’s really gross.”

You laugh at him, gathering your makeshift bouquet before shoving him.

“At least I can keep someone.” you say running back to the truck you had driven in.

“It’s a choice!” you hear him yell, which only causes you to laugh harder.

The drive back was quiet, you spent it fiddling with the flowers, excited to give them to Abby the first chance you got. You had been together for a few months now, and it was everything you had ever wished for. She came off as intimidating to everyone else, so when you went public, it was hard for them to adjust to her being soft with you. Manny has asked you many times why she won’t treat him the same way, which causes Abby to give him a glare in return.

When you got back, you found her in your joint room, sweaty. She must have just gotten back from the gym. She smiles when she realizes it’s you that walked in, coming over to give you a sweet kiss before backing away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” you say, stretching out the flowers towards her chest.

“What the fuck is that?” she asks “And where’d you find flowers?” Confusion is written all over her face as she examines the flowers you had pushed into her hands.

“Manny told me about it, he said it’s a day to celebrate love. So I thought I would get you a present.” you say, voice faltering.

Abby didn’t have the reaction you were expecting. She seemed genuinely confused, but your brain was taking it as disapprovement. She looked up at you, noticing your smile had turned into a slight frown. She’s quick to jump over to you, using her thumb to rub out the crease between your eyebrows. She gives you a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips, which are already back to a smile by the time she gets down to them.

“I don’t know why you’d listen to Manny on anything in terms of love, but thank you for the flowers, baby. They’re almost as beautiful as you.” Abby says.

You laugh as she starts to cringe from her cheesy line. Grabbing your hand, she moves you both to the kitchen to grab something that at least emulates a vase to put the flowers in.

“So, what do you want in return?” she asks, putting water in with the flowers.

“Don’t want anything, Abs, just thought it would be a nice gift.” you say, blushing at the stern ‘that’s not gonna happen’ look she shoots you.

Once she’s gotten the flowers how she wants, she comes over to where you’re standing, grabbing your hips to lift you onto the kitchen countertop. You try to stifle your small giggle, placing your arms around her neck while she rubs matching circles on each of your hips.

“What about,” she says, kissing down your neck. “I give you something I know you’ll like.”

She stops her assault on your neck to look at you. You nod your head eagerly, which she smirks at.

“Lift up your arms.” Abby demands. Once she takes your shirt and bra off, she’s quick to move her mouth to your breasts, sucking at them hungrily.

She unbuttons your pants just as quickly, using one strong arm to lift you off the countertop. She’s acting crazed, you’ve never seen her move at this pace. Usually, Abby likes to take her time with you, she’s cruel with her teasing, and she loves to hear you beg. Right now? That Abby is long gone. She kisses down your stomach fast, before scooching your body further off the counter, cunt coming towards her mouth. And Abby dives right in.

You let out a strained moan at the contact. Her hot mouth licks fast at your heat. You’re trying to find something to grab onto, settling on her head. You don’t mean to, but you try to grind into Abby’s face, she’s going so fast, your orgasm approaching before you know it.

“Abby, oh God–” you try to speak, wanting her to slow down, but also thinking you may die if she does.

She replaces her tongue with her thumb, rubbing tight circles into your clit.

Looking up at you from the ground, she says, “What? What d’you want, baby? Know I’ll give it to you.”

You’re so blissed out you can’t even answer her, you just softly grab the top of her head again, trying to push it back to your pussy. She understands exactly what you’re asking for, and moves her tongue back onto you. You let out a strangled groan as you feel her the muscle enter you, her nose bumping your clit. Her arm is around your waist still, making sure there’s no way you could move away from her.

She comes up for a breath, fully standing this time, and you feel two fingers slip into your hole. Abby’s thrusting them in rapidly.

“Want you to cum for me, okay?”

You nod back at her, eyes glassy from the pressure on your walls.

“‘M gonna cum.” you say, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

“Yeah you are, give it to me, princess.” Abby says, before contacting your mouths together.

You taste yourself on her tongue, and that’s what sends you over the edge. Your mouth falls open as your walls clench on Abby’s fingers. She kisses your cheek as you ride out the orgasm.

Once your orgasm has finished, you slouch against Abby’s shoulder, and she lets you stay there for a while before carefully pulling her fingers out of your sensitive hole, shushing you as she does. You use some of the little energy you have left to look up at her.

“Hi.” You say, giving her a shy smile.

“Hey there.” Abby replies.

“We can never make food on this counter again.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “We’ll clean it, it’s fine.”

Abby helps you off the counter, steadying you as your legs wobble.

“Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” she says, kissing the top of your head.

You can’t find it in yourself to say no, letting her walk you to your bathroom. You giggle to yourself as you remember what Manny said, maybe Valentine’s Day presents do help you get some.

#abby !#abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #tlou fic #abby anderson #abby anderson fic

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hhighkey · 1 year

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For your fav JJK characters again: flirting HCs, them wooing a crush! Please and thanks~

AN// ❤️ the way idk how to flirt even tho i’m in a serious relationship so i’ll be attempting this 😂 also sorry for the wait it’s sorta short!

JJK Headcanons

FLIRTING WITH THEIR CRUSH

With Nanami, Fushiguro, Todo, and Inumaki

Nanami Kento

def more ‘old fashioned’

him flirting means you’re always blushing

it means you know his intentions from the start and don’t have to worry

it means you’ll be respected and complimented… always feeling good about yourself

he doesn’t use pick up lines those are cheesy gross

his flirting is bringing you flowers or sending you your favorite food

i would say it’s much more like him courting you than anything

he’s not physical though

just kind words- telling you how beautiful you are

holds doors open for you in any scenario

stands on the outside as you walk

cooks elaborate meals for you

definitely helps you pick out an outfit if you ask

just who he is, how amazing of a man, is enough to have you head over heels

Fushiguro Megumi

he’s gonna be shy about it

doesn’t wanna look stupid or have you judge him

it’s almost awkward in a way

attempts the whole ‘slyly putting his arm around you when watching a movie’ thing

like he doesn’t say anything about it or any of the ways he’ll touch you - definitely leaves you confused

buys you really thought out presents just to ignore you for a few days lol

just broods if you’re talking to another guy

takes him blowing up on a situation to confess to you

you always just say “gumi i had no idea you were even flirting with me that whole time!” just to see him pout

Aoi Todo

blunt lol

you’ll know he’s flirting immediately doesn’t even try to be smooth or hide it

half assed attempt at pickup lines that end up with him bright red

definitely buys you lots of things

basically shows up wherever you are too

also begs you to see takada-chan with him once to confess to her that he’s all for you… whoops

so you’re his newest, probably life long obsession

but he’s a sweet heart and his flirting is almost cringe worthy… you know what he’s doing and it just makes you laugh, but enjoy it nonetheless

Inumaki Toge

eeek love the headcanons i see about him and sticky notes

like yes he’s leaving them all over your stuff

especially if you’re at jujutsu high- they’ll be super encouraging but also compliments

it’s his way of talking to you and it’s adorable

i think it’ll be hard at first to differentiate his behavior between normal playful toge and flirting toge

they’re pretty similar

he follows you around, always wants to train with you, practically swats people away so y’all can hang out

lotssss of game nights with his switch- never lets you win in anything

he’s cute when he confesses :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #nanami kento #nanami headcanons #nanami x reader #itadori yuji #itadori headcanons #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro x reader #aoi todo headcanons #todo aoi x reader #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki headcanons #gojo satoru

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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hi! i love how you write bp trainee!reader fics and i was like ‘omg imagine jay x g group trainee!reader’ so i came here to request something. i wanted to request jay chang confessing to g group!reader during the boys planet finale, or something a long the lines of that. i wanted to see your take on how he would confess to someone, you can always switch up the plot or even ignore this ask if you don’t want to write it! <3

If this was a movie

pairing: jay x g group reader

genre: canon, fluff

tw/tags: lots of pining, confessions, a kiss or two, some swears, jay kinda dramatic and very in denial, kamden, matthew, ricky best wingmen, a lil hui vs jay action but not really

wc: 1731

summary: it’s the sleepover night before the finale and jay has something to tell you.

a/n Hi! First of all thank you so much for this lovely request, it was an utter pleasure to write and I really enjoyed it and I hope you will too! I'm always a sucker for canon fics because it's so fun to take the show we all know and love and hate sometimes bc mnet kinda shady and write about it. I've lifted lines directly from the sleepover segment from episode 12, just be citing my sources. I definitely would have included reader/ mc/ y/n's pov but ended up keeping it to jay's pov for some reason, idk maybe it's like writer brain. If anyone wants a "your pov" version, do let me know~ that would be a fun part 2

Check my pinned for more fics~

Italics mean it’s spoken in English.

Jay tips his head back and exaggerates his cringe, laughing along with everyone at Gunwook stealing Junhyeon’s aegyo. Only he can’t help but let his eyes linger back to you giggling quietly from where you’re leaning against Hoetaek, the elder playing with your hair.

And even if he knows that Hoetaek is a little more familiar with the former Cube trainees like you and Matthew and Sung Hanbin, he can’t help but feel the smallest twinge of jealousy. He wanted to be close to you like that, to mess with your hair until you pout at him and he can’t help but-

“By all means, keep staring, we might as well get a neon sign that says I LIKE YOU and put it on your head.”

Kamden mumbles from beside him, effectively snapping him out of his maladaptive daydreaming.

“Oh my god dude, shut up.”

He hisses, still keeping one eye on you as you lean into Hoetaek’s touch. Think positive, Jay. Even if you're also a fellow English speaker, at least you’re far away enough that you probably won’t overhear them. Ricky snickers from his other side.

“You’re so subtle, man.”

He levels them a look. It’s their last night, can’t he get a break?

“It’s our last night Jay, you know, you should tell them.”

Apparently not.

He looks up and Kamden manages to look even more unimpressed than he usually does, head tilting a little more than 45° for emphasis.

“Nah, it’s cool, besides, they’re definitely not into me.”

Jay deflects, ignoring the sinking feeling that begins to take hold.

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.”

“Just try.”

“You’re being very persistent today, Kam, I dunno, it’s kinda sus.”

Before Kamden can fire back, the whole conversation about memorable first impressions turns around and bites Jay in the ass because the universe loves messing with him.

“So who was your best first impression, Jay-ah?”

Suddenly everyone’s looking at him expectantly. Kamden and Ricky look like they already know and Jay knows that they know that the answer sitting at the tip of his tongue is just across the room, Hoetaek’s arm around their shoulder. Still, Jay hesitates.

He’s had a crush on you ever since the Star Level test. You had immediately caught his attention walking in. Sure, there were perfect visuals like Jiwoong and Hanbin but you were the most attractive person he’s ever seen. And you were talented, Jay could swear your performance was one of the best but Kamden’s convinced that he’s just biased.

But even though you’re both from G-group, you’ve always ended up in different teams, leaving Jay with not that many opportunities to talk with you. When he does end up around you, he just can’t, defaulting to his usual over the top expressions for laughs. While he’s always thought of himself as a confident person, he just finds himself fumbling around you. It doesn’t help that you seem to stick to Hoetaek or Sung Hanbin or one of your team members. You’re friendly with each other, sure, but nothing more than that.

Right, back to the question.

“The person I remember the most is Yujin.”

He immediately feels the collective disappointment that emanates from his corner of the room as the rest of the trainees react, Matthew even sitting up to hit him with some bombastic side-eye. He pretends he doesn’t hear Kamden sighs, doing an impression of Yujin which looks more like a possession honestly. The others laugh. Jongwoo’s comment is the crutch he needs to limp away as he holds Yujin in check as competition.

Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

“For me, as soon as I heard Jay sing, I felt like I was in trouble.”

Hoetaek speaks up and Jay forces himself into another exaggerated look of surprise and shoves down the ugly feeling that jumps out at the way you hug one of Hoetaek’s arms.

“Your competitor?” One of them jokes.

Not just in singing, Jay thinks.

“But you did watch Love Me Right, hyung?” Jongwoo asks. Jay really wants this conversation to move on.

“It was so hard to watch Love Me Right.” He watches as Hoetaek shifts so that you can lean more comfortably.

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard to watch right now.” Ricky breathes out. Now Kamden and Matthew are snickering.

Just smile, Jay.

“Honestly, I wanted to give up when I saw you, hyung.” He manages to grit out without giving himself away, hopefully.

Everyone laughs and Jay desperately sends a prayer to the universe to let his pain end. Ironically, it’s Kamden and Matthew who come to his rescue.

“Actually, I’m curious about something. Did I give off an American vibe?”

The conversation swerves towards Matthew’s imitation of Kamden, the apparently routine mispronunciation of Jiwoong’s name and Kamden’s impressive first impression of Ricky’s hair.

By the time they move on to Keita’s first meeting with Zhang Hao, Jay thinks he’s in the clear.

He's not.

Kamden proceeds to smack his arm and he meets eyes with Matthew whose usual bright smile was beginning to border on shit-eating grin territory.

“If you didn’t notice, they’ve been looking at you the whole time we were talking.” Kamden says lowly, Matthew nodding in agreement.

“Nah, you’re capping.”

“No, for real, Kam and I were literally right here giving some top-tier content and all they could see was you.” Matthew insisted.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It definitely means something.” Ricky counters because he was apparently listening in on them the whole time while everyone else watched Jiwoong wax poetry over Hao’s violin playing. Jay shakes his head.

“It really doesn’t.”

Kamden looks like he wants to jump on him and start shaking some sense in. Matthew sighs. Ricky just shrugs and lies back down.

“Ah well, we’ll have to see then. I didn’t let Kam slander my hair and my catchphrase for nothing.”

After having to spectate the absolute trainwreck of awkwardness that is Zhang Hao and Kum Junhyeon, there’s the slightest chill that goes down Jay’s spine that he ignores, figuring it must be the weather.

It was definitely not the weather. He should have run while he still had a chance.

“Actually, there’s another pair I want to see.” Matthew speaks up. Suddenly he feels Kamden and Ricky both watching him like hawks as if he’s going to bolt any second now.

After Matthew names you and him, Jay actually wants to bolt. Kamden and Ricky are extremely helpful in explaining to the others the minimal interactions you two have had as the “least close trainees in G-group.” You look like a deer in headlights as Hoetaek gently shoves you towards the middle of the room, whispering something to you before he goes back to his spot.

“Wah they’re both so red.” Jay becomes acutely aware of how much his cheeks are burning as he sits across you. You don’t seem to be any better, making eye contact before looking literally anywhere else.

Well, might as well get over it so he can go back and die of embarrassment.

“Uh, the first time I saw you was during the Star Level test. I thought you were very talented.”

Damn, when did Korean become so hard? Maybe it was the way your hands were holding his, can you feel how fast his pulse is racing? Okay Jay, you can do this, just speedrun it.

“And I really liked the song you performed, it really fit your voice. Your stage outfit was also very pr- very noticeable, it made you stand out. And I really wanted to get to know you more but we were in different groups all the time which really sucked and you don’t know how many times I wished you chose Home so we could perform together or the Star Creators would put us both in Over me and I understand, you’re really perfect for the concepts of your songs and it’s crazy how much I like you, seriously so crazy.”

Pin-drop silence. Three things, in order, that Jay realises.

Speedrunning this might not have been the best idea.

Switching to English midway through the conversation is a skill that he didn’t know he was capable of considering his level of Korean would definitely be more byelingual than actual, intelligent multilingual like Matthew.

He might have confessed his feelings to you. No actually, he did. Fuck, now would be a great time to get on the next plane and fly off to the States and cry to Beomhan for a month. Forget debuting, he’d settle for a nice normal life without the evil editing and the screen time robbing and the utter stress of eliminations.

But before Jay can actually bolt, you speak up.

“Uh- uhm…” You look so unsure that it freezes him there, seated in front of you, holding your hands like it’s his last lifeline.

“I really like you too.”

Everyone gasps and begins murmuring quietly.

“Wait, my English is bad, what are they saying?”

“Finally, they’ve confessed, I knew it.”

“Wait who confessed?”

“That was like an American romance movie, wow.”

Then the clapping starts. Jay tears his eyes away from you for one second to look at Kamden in utter disbelief. His co-conspirators don’t miss a beat.

“Congratulations, you finally did it! Thank fuck.”

“Be happy together, you two!”

And because Ricky apparently wasn’t satisfied with the slander he had put himself through.

“Now kiss.”

Which turned into a chant because even the trainees who didn’t speak English fluently knew what they were talking about. Someone even helpfully throws a blanket over Yujin to protect his eyes.

Jay turns back and finds you giggling. While it looks like embarrassment, now he could feel the way your fingers interlocked with his, your eyes flitting to his lips. The chanting becomes background noise as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.

Fireworks explode in the background as you pull away.

Everyone applauds with the occasional whistling, oohing as Jay tugs you to sit between his legs, Ricky graciously scooting over to make space.

Kamden claps him on the back and Matthew flashes both of you a thumbs up.

God, he loves hates these guys.

As the conversation settles back down and everyone decides to actually sleep, you sneak another kiss before cuddling up to his side.

Jay smiles. Maybe this is a movie.

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adrir206 · 1 year

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✿𝙽𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛✿

•𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: idk if someone already did this, If someone did already something like this I want to say sorry if it offends you. This is more like a head cannon but whatever.

•paring: Neteyam x Omatekaya reader

•𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: fluff

•𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: you love to braid Neteyam hair.

✨—————————————————————✨

• One thing Neteyam definitely loves about you is your ways of showing affection, and how you constantly want to braid his hair for him. He seriously cannot resist whenever you just come up to him, either strut his direction or behind him and tap his shoulder. "ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕀 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖?

• He would dare resist. He couldn't. First time you did this, he was overly confused and flustered. You're so sweet when you braid his hair, you always ask if you're hurting him or pulling them to tightly.

• You're also surprisingly fast at braiding his hair, he takes notice to this. Sometimes you slow down your pace just so you both can have an excuse to talk to each other longer. You're basically his personal hairstylist. Not that he minds it.

• At random times when you're braiding his hair and he'll start randomly flirting and telling jokes. Whether that be really cringe jokes or really funny ones. You always pull his hair as to tell him to "𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡"

"𝕆𝕨!"

"𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡."

• "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕪/𝕟." He smirks and you hit his arm. You immediately apologise after you realise you actually pulled his hair to tight.

• He knows he can guilt trip you but doing that. Yes he knows your weaknesses. If you have lots of time or are just feeling playfully and childish, you out flowers or beads in his braids. Even if he refuses.

• He would never actually tell you no when you put the small flowers in his hair though. He only tells you not to if he's going on a raid or hunting. He cant bare to be teased by Lo'ak again. When his brother teased him though, his father surprisingly stood up for him.

• It was hilarious when Lo’ak realised that Jake wasn't going to make fun of Neteyam as well. One thing about you two, is that you out flowers behind your ears to finish up your looks. So yes, flowers are your signature hairstyle.

• He also takes notice to what flowers you use on your hair match the ones you put in his hair. It flusters him every time he realizes. "𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕪/𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦".

"𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦, ℕ𝕖𝕪𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕚."

"𝕚 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 ℕ𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕪𝕒𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣."

"𝕆𝕙, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚 𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣." You'd say blushing.

• Neytiri immediately snitched to Jake. Giving Jake more fuel to make his son just confess his love for you already. Jake and Neytiri were your biggest supports even if you didn't know it.

• Neteyam turned his fathers statements down as if it were the end of the world. His face was red and it wasn't helping that his mother was siding with his father and not him.

"𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕟" Jake says

"𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥."

"𝕄𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕚 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥." Neytiri would chime in.

"𝕊𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕫𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣!"

"ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕤𝕤." Jake laughs as his sims defensiveness

• Jake and Neytiri wouldn't stop pestering him about it. The last thing he wants now is for his siblings to know. He'd never hear the end of it. He would eventually confess his love to you during one of your outings or the next time you styled his hair.

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•𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: I can’t believe I finish this before my game starts anyway all be posting soon or maybe for Valentine’s sow yeah. Thank you for reading 🙌🏼

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #the way of water #x reader #x y/n #neteyam sully #the sully family #the sully kids

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 1 year

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Long Day, Late Night (m)

Guys, idk what to say, clearly I’m going through a bit of a ~writing hyperfixation~ so please have this 2.5k mishmash I couldn’t get out of my mind even though I literally just posted a fic yesterday.

This one is Greyson-centric, and takes place even earlier than the last one - like just a couple months after Greyson started at the restaurant (btw, the restaurant name is Elliot’s, which you find out in this story). It’s the first time Greyson is sick at work and Elijah is *oblivious*. I hope you like it, as always I’m not about to read it before I post it so you get what you get lmao. Also as always, I love and am obsessed with you all mwah mwah ok here’s the story gtg BYE

cw: male, cold, coughing

Long Day, Late Night

The only small mercy Greyson could think of was that this didn’t happen often.

In fact, Greyson couldn’t think of the last time he’d felt this shitty. It certainly hadn’t been in at least a year; definitely not since he’d started at Elliot’s. He cursed the unspoken chef rule of never calling out, never admitting defeat, and powering through everything; maybe he should’ve taken his mother’s advice and gone into accounting. Greyson seriously doubted that accountants prided themselves on going to work sick.

Greyson pushed through the back doors of the kitchen, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights against a killer headache. Silently, he said a prayer to the universe that today would be an easy day. They had a table of 15 that was supposed to occupy most of the evening – thank god, he found himself thinking. Maybe I can get out of here early.

“Chef,” Elijah greeted Greyson as the chef walked into the office and slammed down his backpack. The GM was fervently typing out a text message, a look of frustration obvious on his face. Greyson yanked off his sweatshirt and pulled his chef’s coat off the back of his chair before returning Elijah’s greeting.

“Boss,” he said, straining against a painfully sore throat. Elijah sighed, clicking his phone off and regarding the chef once again.

“We have a problem,” Elijah said, rubbing a hand down his face. Greyson froze in the midst of buttoning his coat; those were certainly words you didn’t ever want to hear from your boss in your relatively-new position.

“Problemb being…?” Greyson asked, cringing inwardly at the congestion he could already hear in his voice. Fortunately for him, Elijah either didn’t notice or ignored it.

“The fifteen top,” Elijah said, pulling up their reservations on the computer. Greyson peeked over his shoulder and widened his eyes when he saw it.

“Forty?” Greyson asked, incredulous. “Since when has it gone up to forty?”

Elijah sighed again, defeated, and turned back to the chef. “An hour ago they called and asked if they could up their reservation; the hostess answered.”

“The ndew girl? With half a brain and huge tits?”

Elijah snorted. “Yeah. That’s the one.”

“Fuck me, Boss. Tell mbe you called them back and said we can’t do it.”

Elijah winced. “That’s the thing, Chef. It wasn’t them who called; it was the concierge at their hotel. They’re out all day, won’t be back to the hotel until after dinner. So…”

“So we can’t change it,” Greyson groaned. “Fuck. I mean, I don’t know if I even ha – ahh...ahhHSTSHH-ue! NGTSHH-oo! Snrf.” Greyson covered his nose with one hand and snatched a tissue from his and Elijah’s shared desk with the other. He cleaned himself up and crumpled the tissue in his hand before finishing. “I don’t evend kndow if I have enough product.”

“Bless,” Elijah said, distracted. “I know. It’s fucked, and I’m sorry. If we have to change their menu, we can. I’m here for you, chef. I’ll even throw on an apron if you need.”

Greyson groaned once again; of course this would happen today, of all days. The day he woke up aching and congested and with his throat on fire. The one day in his almost-three-months at his new job where he wasn’t planning on working fifteen hours. Greyson bit his cheek against the frustration he felt building inside him and turned back to his boss.

“It’s ok,” he said, attempting a smile. He clapped a hand onto his boss’s shoulder and grabbed his knife bag. “We’ll mbake it work. Thanks for the offer, b – HNGSTH-ue! HRSHH! HFTSHH! Huhhh...Hhh...hnnn.” Greyson swore from the crook of his elbow, cursing that final stuck sneeze. He grabbed another tissue, before thinking twice and grabbing the whole box to take with him.

“Bless, chef. And thank you, you’re a beast,” Elijah said, turning back to the computer once again. “Oh, and one more thing: we still have that tasting with the owners of that winery upstate today. They’ll be in at two – can you still come taste with me?”

Greyson raised an eyebrow and sucked in through his stuffed-up nose again. “Uh. Sure, boss. I’ll mbake it a priority.”

“Appreciate it,” Elijah said, turning to smile at the chef for a moment. “Let me know if you need anything from me.”

***

It wasn’t that Greyson was mad; it wasn’t even that he was disappointed. If anything, Greyson was just...confused.

Don’t get him wrong, Greyson was usually the first person to deny a cold. But he’d known from the moment he opened his eyes that this was no cold; he’d felt the snake-like chokehold of a fever almost immediately, and he’d devolved from a slightly stuffed nose at seven am to near-constant sneezing fits by ten. His throat was nearly closed with pain, and he could already tell that the cough was going to be a problem. He didn’t expect sympathy from his boss, but...some acknowledgment of the fact that he was clearly ill would’ve been nice.

“Huhh...NGSTHH-uhh! HehhGTZSH-ue! Fuckigg hell.” Greyson grabbed yet another tissue from the box he’d placed on his prep station and blew his nose again. His cooks had begun filing in for their shifts, and every one of them had cringed at their chef’s appearance on seeing him.

“Wow, chef,” his sous chef, Matt, had said when he joined his boss at the prep station. “That’s dedication.”

Greyson had made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat before tossing the tissue and washing his hands. “Ndo choice,” Greyson said, turning to cough into his elbow. When the coughing fit finally subsided, he turned back to Matt. “Fifteend-top’s forty ndow.”

“Oh, Christ,” Matt said, unpacking his knives. “Of course it is. What should I jump on?”

“Butcher the filets, please,” Greyson said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They’ll be mince mbeat if I try to do themb like this.”

“On it,” Matt said, putting his bag under the table. “You take anything for that?” he asked.

Greyson shook his head. “Ndo timbe. I’ve beend prepping since literally the mboment I walked in.” He started coughing again and Matt raised his eyebrows before striding into the server’s station. He returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup and a handful of pills.

“That’s what the servers have; not sure what they all are but it couldn’t hurt to just take them all,” Matt said, handing them and the cup of tea over to his boss. Greyson choked out a laugh.

“I feel like if anything could hurt it’s taking a savage handful of mbystery pills,” he said, tossing them all into his mouth and swallowing with a mouthful of tea. “But I’mb ndot too proud to admit when I’m desperate.”

“Chef!” Elijah called suddenly, bursting through the kitchen doors, obviously on a mission. “The people from the winery are here. Can you break away for a bit?”

Matt raised an eyebrow at Greyson, who just sighed in return. He turned towards Elijah, who was once again texting someone fervently. “Yeah boss, coming,” he said. When Elijah breezed through the doors into the dining room, Greyson turned back to his sous.

“Hold down the fort for mbe?” he asked. Matt huffed out an amused laugh.

“Sure thing, chef. Good luck, uh, tasting wine.”

“‘Tasting’ will be a strong word for it,” Greyson mumbled, untying his apron and pushing through the kitchen door.

Seated at the corner table was Elijah, a man and woman who looked to be a couple, and about thirty bottles of wine. Greyson’s head pounded at the sight of it, but he took his seat next to Elijah all the same.

“There he is, the man of the hour!” Elijah clapped Greyson on the back as he sat down, and Greyson nodded toward their guests.

“A pleasure,” he said, his voice gravelly. He cleared his throat and asked, “What’re we drinking?”

***

Greyson looked down at his watch for about the tenth time since they had sat down an hour ago. Elijah, taking notice of at least one thing about Greyson, nudged him toward the kitchen.

“Alright, Chef, thanks for your input,” Elijah said, then regarded the winemakers. “He has a big night tonight. Back to the grind, right, Chef?”

“Yeah,” Greyson said, pushing back from his seat. “Thangks, guys. Great wine. Hopefully we can make sombething work out.”

The winemakers smiled back at him easily; the woman of the couple held her glass up as if to toast Greyson. “Cheers, Chef. Hope you’re feeling better soon.”

Greyson colored, and Elijah whipped towards the chef, confused, but neither of them seemed to dissuade the woman’s partner from tacking on his own sympathies. “That sounds like one hell of a cold.”

Greyson meant to deny their accusation, or at least thank them for their kindness, but was rudely interrupted by his nose. “I – HNGSTHH-uhhnn. GTSHH! HehhITSZCHUE! Snrf.” Greyson coughed a little, if only to clear his throat, and shrugged sheepishly.

“Safe travels back,” he said in return, and headed back towards the kitchen.

Once inside, Greyson ducked into his and Elijah’s office and slammed the door shut. He’d done his damnedest to keep his symptoms under control around their guests, but now the floodgates had opened he really fucking needed to – to…

“HNGSTHH-ue! HTSZCH-ue! Huhh...nggg. Huh, huhhhHHHHUHESTZCCHUE! ETSHCCHUE! GTSCHZUE! Fuckigg – HTSHHCHUE!”

Greyson pulled a few tissues out of the box on their desk and blew his nose, thoroughly spent. This is hell, he thought, putting his head in his hands. I’ve died and gone straight to fucking hell.

He considered maybe just crawling under the desk right then and there, cocooning until he was no longer the walking plague, when someone quietly rapped on the door.

Go away, Greyson thought, but whoever it was opened the door before he could say anything. When he looked up, Elijah was standing over him, a look of confused worry on his face.

“Um,” he said, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. “Are you...ok?”

Greyson felt his face flame once again, his embarrassment near-palpable. Was he okay? Did he look okay? Did he sound okay? For the first time all day, Greyson felt something other than the depth of his illness; he felt livid.

“Yeah, boss,” he snorted, making himself cough hard into his arm. He sucked in through his nose and stood to tower over Elijah, his watering eyes glaring daggers. “I’mb great.”

Greyson pushed past his boss, threw open the door, and headed straight into the deep frezzer to take some breaths and collect himself. The frigid air was a slap in the face, and it gave him the clarity he needed. He may not even be a blip on his boss’s radar; that was fine. He would work even harder, then – make his name even quicker and get the hell out of Elliot’s as soon as was humanly possible. Get the fuck away from this restaurant and its haughty, clueless, thoughtless owner.

The chef pulled himself together as much as he could and stepped out of the freezer. Elijah was, of course, standing right outside the walk-in.

“Chef,” he said quickly, clearly attempting to get his point across before Greyson pushed past him again. “You could’ve told me if you’re sick – I mean, I could’ve called in backup, or closed reservations…” he looked up at Greyson then, apology plastered all over his face. Greyson wasn’t taking the bait.

“Too late ndow,” he mumbled, checking his watch. “Service starts in an hour. Please; I dond’t have timbe for this.”

Once again, Greyson pushed past his boss. He made his way back to the prep table and picked his knife up, before regarding Matt.

“Tell mbe what you ndeed from mbe.”

***

Service was, to put it lightly, hell.

The forty top had gone fine, as well as could’ve been expected, and fortunately there weren’t any problems or send-backs, but Greyson was in absolute agony the entire time. He couldn’t breathe, his voice was mangled from shouting orders, and he was pretty sure he’d infected his entire staff with the insane amount of sneezing he’d done.

The moment the last ticket was stabbed, Greyson put a hand on Matt’s back and said, “You’re up. I ndeed to sit down like...now.”

Matt nodded in understanding and stepped up to the line to make sure the cooks started breaking everything down. Greyson, alternatively, tripped into the office and immediately put his throbbing head into his hands and let loose the coughing fit he’d held back the last four hours.

In the midst of coughing, Greyson heard someone quietly enter the office and sit in the chair next to him. Then he heard something else; a paper cup being placed on the desk next to him. Greyson looked up to see Elijah sitting beside him, quiet. Greyson sighed.

“I’ll pack mby shidt,” he said, rubbing an aching eye with his palm. “I’mb sure you already have sombeone lined up, but I’d be happy to spend a day just showing themb the ropes or whatev -”

Greyson was cut up by his boss reaching up mid-sentence and placing a cool hand on his forehead. Greyson couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes in relief.

“You’re burning up, Greyson,” Elijah said quietly. “Have you had a fever all day?”

The chef wasn’t sure what to say. He shrugged. “I guess,” he said quietly, his boss’s hand still on his forehead. Elijah pursed his lips and took his hand away. Unsure what to do with it, he pushed the cup closer to Greyson.

“Tea,” he said, as if it wasn’t obvious. Greyson couldn’t help but huff out a laugh.

“Okay,” he said, taking the cup. They both sat in silence for another moment, which was only broken by Greyson’s breath hitching for the millionth time that day. “Huhh..hhhNGTSHH-ue! Guhhh.” Greyson grabbed the last couple of tissues out of the box and blew his nose, miserably.

“Bless you,” Elijah said, clearly still unsure what else to say.

“Thangks,” Greyson said, crumpling the tissue and looking back at his boss. “So...am I ndot fired then?”

Elijah chuckled and looked up at Greyson again. “You’re not fired.”

“Okay,” Greyson said again.

After another beat, Elijah blurted out, “I’m sorry. Greyson, I’m really, really sorry.”

Greyson wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Umb,” he said, brilliantly. “Okay.”

“Sometimes I’m just, like, in my own world, y’know? The restaurant...it’s all-consuming, man. I’m always fuckin’ worried about it, and it just gets exhausting. I wish I had more patience and was, like, more...observant. But,” he shrugged. “I’m just...not. So I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” Elijah sighed, post-speech, and gave Greyson a small smile. “And I’m sorry you’re so fucking sick. You look like hell.”

Greyson set his jaw then, and looked down. He was absolutely not about to let his boss see him tear up, especially not at something so fucking stupid. Instead, he took the cup of tea and sipped it slowly. “I appreciate it, boss,” he whispered. “I’mb, uh… I’mb ndot feeling awesome.” He looked up, having composed himself, and gave Elijah a loopy half-smile. “Long day. Late ndight.”

Elijah smiled back and patted the chef’s knee. “Take the weekend. Okay?”

Greyson swallowed painfully and nodded. “Okay, boss,” he said. “Whatever you say.”

#snz #snzkink #snz kink #snzfic #snz fic #sickfic #coldfic #male cold #original charater #snez #snzblr #snz blog #whiskeyswriting #damn this got sappy as hell #and long lmao #idk the way ive been going i guess ill see you guys with another fic in two days lolllll

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idiswhadidis · 2 years

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my beloved girlfriend

| pairing jungwon x female reader

| genre angst, toxic relationship

| warning possessiveness, manipulation, mention of alcohol, cursing (idk if there‘s more?)

you don‘t know how many shots of vodka you had, but it was definitely enough to make you drunk.you had an awful week, college was a pain in the ass, you broke up with your boyfriend again… and your car also decided to go against you when it suddenly stopped in the middle of the high way, so here you are, drinking your sorrows away.

„one more please“ moving your glass to the bartender, he looks kinda worried for you „are you sure this is your seventh- „just pour it in already“ looking at him annoyed, he looks at you and sighs „hey, what was that sigh for? i just want another shot why are you so rude, can a girl not enjoy herself?“ you ask irritated.without a word he pours you another shot and mumbles under his breath while walking away „i should quit“, „yes, you should asshole“ you say as you drink the shot without cringing.

you were busy being fascinated spinning a bar chair until you suddenly hear a voice next to you „what are you doing?“ someone says while chuckling, turning around still spinning the chair, you see a handsome man around the same age as yourself „huh?“ you look at him confused.

„i said what are you doing“ pointing at the chair, „uhm being fascinated?“ you say cackling „by a chair?“, „yes… do you think it could fly if i would spin it faster?“ you ask the stranger with excitement. „i mean everything is possible“ he answers and that was your motivation to spin the chair faster, but to no surprise it didn’t fly „hey! didn’t you say everything is possible?“ you say disappointed and sad, the vodka shots kicking in „well.. you could spin it even faster“, you turn to the chair once again ready to sacrifice your life to make it fly that was until you heard him laugh, looking at him with narrowed eyes „you‘re making fun of me aren‘t you?“ „no what? i would never“ he tries to hide his smile, slapping him on the the arm „you are“ looking at him with a smile.

„i‘m Heeseung“ he says smiling „hi Heeseung“, „and your name is?“ he asks, „oh right well i‘m Y/n“ „hi Y/n“ now laughing at each other. you two started to actually have a nice conversation until he had to ask the one billion dollar question.

„i‘m sorry but i just have to ask, do you perhaps got a boyfriend?“, your mood instantly sinking, the boy noticing it, „oh i‘m sorry i didn‘t mean to-“,„nah don’t be, it‘s just a fresh wound we just broke up a few days ago again.“

„again?“ he asks curiously, you’re starting to feel a little bit more sober and decide to tell him the story „well, we were together for almost one year but some things started to get more.. you know more complicated, we fought more because of some things so after a month of just fighting, we decided to break up. but surprise surprise it didn‘t last long we were back together after a few weeks and it lastet for about 4 months but then..“

you think about it if it would be a smart idea to tell him the whole truth, „…well it happened like before, we fought about the tiniest things and i totally had enough and broke up with him, left the apartment and didn’t come back since then.. that was actually just 4 days ago, damn.. time flies for sure fast.“

„i‘m sorry to hear that i wish he would treat you better though, i don‘t really know you but you seem like a really nice person“ he says sincerely „but wait when you said you left the apartment and didn‘t come back since then, you‘re not homeless right?“ asking worried „first of all thank you i can say the same to you, and second i‘m sleeping at my best friends house everythings good don‘t worry“ you say taking his hand as a friendly manner.

*ding* you both get startled by your phone, „well what a coincidence the so called best friend just texted asking where i am and if i could come back from wherever i am“ being confused, normally she would just ask where you are but she never asked you if you could come straight up home, maybe something happened?

„at the regular bar, is something wrong?“

„no no, just wanted to ask if you would eat a late night snack with me i‘m bored and i need company. i would come and get you #missidonthaveacar :3“

„i hope you choke on your saliva“ you sent her your location.

„love you too and see ya soon;)“

laughing and shaking your head, you actually forgot about Heeseung, „well, i gotta go my friend is gonna come and get me“ you say and smile at him „oh okay sure but uhm is it okay for me to ask for your number so if something ever comes up and you suddenly need a men advice-“ you laugh „can i have your number would have been enough you know“ , „well i take that as a yes“, he hands you over his phone. typing in your name and number, handing it back he chuckles „chair spinner girl😎?“, you grinned „i think it‘s funny“ you both chuckling.

you two went out of the bar waiting for your friend, Heeseung decided to wait with you.

„no way, and you really tried to put your whole fist in your-“, you couldn‘t finish your sentence when a pretty familar car halts a few feet away from you, a frown now on your face your teeth clenching, planing a murder on your mind on ''how to kill your best friend without leaving any traces''.

„is that your bestfri-?“ you quickly said yes and bid your goodbye to him. walking faster to the so called familiar car who only belongs to no one other then your significant ex boyfriend Yang Jungwon.

„the fuck are you doing here?“ you say irritated when you opened the passenger door seeing his handsome face, looking at you „get in y/n“ he says calm but serious. you sigh closing your eyes, getting in and closing the door he instantly started driving away.

„who was he?“ he asks, „why do you care?“ „why i care?“ he glances at you „fuck y/n, you broke up with me and left our apartment since then, i had to ask Vivien about your whereabouts cause you ignored me the whole time and when i find you, you‘re having the time of your life with some dude?“

„i don‘t see the problem here, we broke up-“„you broke up“ he interrupts, looking at him „you didn‘t gave me any other choice..“ mumbling and looking out of the window noticing you were about to reach your apartment. once he stopped the car you went out and walked to it, Jungwon following closely.

as soon you were in, you went to the kitchen getting some glass of water preparing yourself to whats about to come, Jungwon walking in „now, who was he?“ looking at you with dark eyes „god, we just met in the bar and got to know each other, nothing more okay?“

„i don‘t believe you“ rolling your eyes having enough „believe what ever you want, i‘m done“ walking away from him he grabs you by your wrist trapping you between him and the kitchen counter putting his hands on each side of your body, making you nervous.

„i know that we‘re not together anymore.. but it doesn‘t change the fact that i don‘t like seeing you with other guys“ he says lowly looking straight into your eyes „you‘ll be always my girl no matter what“ he confesses, making you blush „i love you too much to let you go, you know that right?“ he exclaims seriously, getting closer to your face.

you are doomed you can’t fucking resist him, he does this everytime.now that you think about it you didn‘t tell Heeseung the truth about why you broke up with Jungwon.

when it comes to you, Jungwon gets possessive in a not good way, he threatens pretty much everything, you once had a project in college with a dude from one of your classes, when Jungwon got wind from it he made the teacher change your partner to a girl, you don‘t know how he did it because you weren’t actually allowed to change partners so you asked him, but he simply answered with a chuckle „just a little black mailing here and there“.

that wasn‘t the only time something weird happened, few months ago you planned to meet a friend of yours but out of nowhere he ditched you and didn‘t contact you since then. you started to realise what was going on so you confronted Jungwon about it and he admitted it that he did a few things here and there, so you decided to break up. Jungwon being Jungwon changed his personality like a light switch the moment you two broke up, he made you realise what you‘re missing out, manipulating you… so the blind desperate you, ran back to him just like he expected..

but after being 4 months together things started to get weird again but before it could escalate you broke up and left the apartment, well but here you are once again being trapped.

Jungwon caresses your left cheek „you didn‘t really want to break up right?“ he stared at you lovingly „you left me alone.. all alone, do you know how sad and mad i got? i thought you had enough of me and left me for your own happiness.. not even thinking about how i could feel right? you don‘t care about me at all..“

you couldn’t look away from his eyes they are too mesmerizing, it‘s like he has you under a spell „you still love me right?“ asking you serious, you nod now nuzzling your cheek into his hand making him smirk a little, „you won‘t leave me again here alone right? you wouldn’t do that to me again?“ asking you with a sadness and his bambi eyes staring at you, completely manipulating you…

you hug him, your face on his chest „no.. no.. i won‘t i‘m sorry i‘m sorry, i will never do it ever again please don‘t be mad at me, i‘m sorry i made you sad“ you said completely throwing your sanity away. „i love you, please believe me“ looking at him desperately.

Jungwon has you exactly where he wanted.. in his arms, vulnerable and under his control. his beloved girlfriend.

cupping your cheeks, pecking your lips „i believe you princess“ he hugs you, his lips next your ear „my princess“ he whispers with venom in his voice.

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bubble4u · 1 year

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Hiiiii I'm back 👉👈 I wanna ask about the polyship on what type of parent they are??

Hello uhh hands anon??? We'll work on that lol

Idk if you want HC or short drabbles..... soooo por que no los dos!! (why not both). Also side note when I say their kids I'm meaning ALL the kids taijus,souths, mitsuyas combined.

Taiju: pure definition of a somewhat busy parent everytime you see him he's taking a call, he's answering a message or he looking over stuff. Now he's by no means neglectful so anytime there's a parent teacher conference he's going, every good grade he'll praise every bad grade he'll go over stuff so that way next time itll come easy, he wants to be a proactive parent cause his father sure as hell wasnt.

Just.... not the open houses cause by God if he's gotta meet another teacher who is either scared of him or trying to get something out of him hes staying home.

"Taiju shiba! You cannot make me go alone to the open house again!" you were trying to get your foot in your sneaker, frustrated at the blue haired male lack of somewhat decent clothing for the open house that was in the next hour. Taiju looked up from a packet he was reading seeing the piles of papers on his desk you knew it was gonna be a late night "you seemed to have forgotten the other two who share a bed with us love" "you know what i mean shiba every year you stay home and every year I get a call from the office cause of the tall man wandering off with our kids" he sighs rubbing his temple's "yeah and half the time it's cause tereno is trying to get the children to leave school early". You crossed your arms glaring dagger into his resting face, he sighed "please love I don't wanna go ok? Every year it's the same thing and last year I was close to pulling our kids out of the school" you bit your bottom lip remembering how one of the parents from the PTA mother kept pestering mitsuya for a "favor" in exchange they'd helped your child get into being their clubs president. You put your hands up in surrender "ok tai I hear ya but please don't forget to submit your ID into the front office so they know who you are" "so am I dad one or dad two?? Or am i bumped to three" he smirks watching you roll your eyes heading out of his home office.

South: he not like a regular dad he's a cool dad 🤣 he tries so hard to be a cool dad wanna be with the hip kids (his son cringes). Even though he wants to not only be his kids friend he knows there's a line, he will attend the meetings and the open houses but do not call him if say his kid was in a fight ESPECIALLY if it's one they didn't start and finished victorious he'll be too proud to not show it "that's my future heavy weight champion carrying on the name already" let's just say gave major side eye.

You turned the page, situating yourself again while trying your best to not annoying mitsuya as you laid your head in his lap. His cell phone started to buzz and not caring to look he answered "this is takashi" you turned your attention to the one sided conversation, mitsuya face turned from concerned to trying his best to keep in a laugh "yes ma'am that is their father". Book now forgotten yiu couldn't help but muffle in your laugh as well "yes ma'am I understand the form says I and Mr shiba are a parent as well" "yes well if you want we can go into detail on HOW we know the child tereno is picking up is his child" you covered your face you're not gonna survive if this keeps up "well I assure you ma'am my partners will be made more aware next time we fill out the forms granted we never had problem before" "Alright thank you". After he hung up he could see your shaking figure, you both looked at each other and just laughed "be prepared south may call to tell you about today they must've hired some new staff" you nodded.

Mitsuya: I don't wan a call him a helicopter parent.... but he's a helicopter/gentle parent he's gonna be there when he can and when he can't he's always reassures them that even though he's not there for the plays or sports games he knows that you did your best and that he's proud of them. He's another who LOATHES open houses on that particular day he's like a monk and will take a vow of silence and just ignore anyone who isn't important, he's dealt with his fair share of moms and dads either trying to get something out of him or wanting something from his partners. He is another who would wanna pick up the kids early just to go somewhere fun.

#tokyo revengers #taiju shiba #tokyo revengers taiju #south terano #taiju x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya takashi #south headcannons #tr south #tokrev mitsuya #taiju headcanons

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the-fandom-abyss · 10 months

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Hey idk if your request are open but can you write a Peyton Sawyer blurb where it takes place 3x15-16 in the time capsule season three, the reader outed herself and admitted to liking Peyton, because she literally didn’t think it’d be open until 2055. And Lucas gets mad she likes Peyton but Peyton comforts her and likes her to? Thank you

Confession Tape

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 770 words

“I’m in love with Peyton Sawyer”

The statement was played on repeat on the overhead televisions. It echoed through the halls, reaching the ears of all those that attended Tree Hill High. It was a confession that was never to be aired, locked in a vault six feet under. How naive of you to believe that it would stay untouched until 2055.

“Why would you say that?” Lucas seethed, following you into an empty classroom.

“I’m asking myself the same question” you paced back and forth, trying to comprehend the consequences of your confession. Not only has the video outed you to the entire graduating class but this will effect a relationship.

“How can you be so stupid? Like she would ever like you back”

“Lucas” was said in a warning tone, eyes boring into him as he continued to fall into his feelings.

“No! She is with me, we are happy. I get you can’t choose who you love but god Y/N, why did it have to be my girlfriend?!” His voice boomed within the otherwise silent room, surely echoing down the hallway.

“I’m sorry”

“Stay away from her, she doesn’t need the stress of you pushing your feelings on to her” that was final, he had said his peace and voiced his warning. Peyton is off limits for both friendship or something more, all due to your last minute confidence and a camera. The pressure of the situation bubbled over the moment the door clicked behind him. Tears stained your cheeks as your chest started to heave. There was a tightness that wrapped around your heart and an ache for the life you had before.

With your back turned and heart pounding in your ears, you failed to notice that another had entered the room. With soft, tentative steps they approached you, letting a soft “Y/N” to flow from their lips. The sound caught your attention, head turning to see the figure behind you. Peyton. While your stomach dropped and nerves crawled under your skin, Peyton wanted nothing more than to wrap you in her arms.

“I’m sorry about Lucas, he should have never said that”

“You heard it all?” Peyton nodded, her heart swelled at the way the blush dusted your cheeks. She has never seen you this deflated, or worse, she has never seen you this unsure of yourself. All she could do was offer a comforting arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to her.

“You know, it was very brave what you did” Her fingers drew small shapes on your arm, in hopes to calm down your overwhelmed state.

“Even if it was an accident?”

“Mmhm, I am very proud of you for the way you’ve handled all this. I’m not, however, proud of Lucas”

“He’s right though, you don’t need all this added stress, you have enough going on”

“That’s for me to decide, not him. Besides, he no longer has to worry about me, we aren’t together”

“What?!” The utter surprise in your voice was enough to send a laugh that rattled through Peyton’s rib cage.

“Why are you so shocked? It was rocky at best, not as bad as Nathan but definitely had some issues”

“But I thought you were forever?”

“Well feelings change and new people walk into your life and show you just what you need” Peyton shared a kiss to the top of your head, simultaneously squeezing your shoulder. “That’s you”

“Huh?”

“I’m in love with you too” the words that have haunted you the moment the video was leaked, sounded different from Peyton’s lips. Instead of the bitter taste of embarrassment, it left a sweet taste of hope the blossomed in your chest.

“Do you mean it?” You cringed at how pathetic that sounded. This was not the way to act cool in front of the woman that was the subject of your outing. The very situation that Lucas warned you about, stay away from her.

“Of course I do. You are the one I want and I am so happy that video was leaked, just so I could do this” it all seemed to happen in slow motion, her lips grazing yours, breaths that mixed together, a nervous patter of heartbeats. The salt of your tears mixed with her chapped lips, made for a perfect combination. In this moment you couldn’t help but change your outlook, how one of your worst nightmares had turned into a beautiful reality. Thank you scumbag that released the tape, you deserve to know that it backfired, an you will spend every minutes you have doing just that.

#thank you for this #funny enough I had a similar idea for Brooke #but I’m happy that you request Peyton as she doesn’t seem to have much love #I hope you enjoyed it #and that you have a wonderful day/night #peyton sawyer #peyton sawyer x reader #peyton sawyer imagine #oth #oth x reader #oth imagine #one tree hill #one tree hill x reader #one tree hill imagine #request #peyton Sawyer request

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pxperplxnets · 2 years

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coffees and reassurance

summary: y/n’s first day as a prema driver, the day she finally gets to talk to her long time crush, paul aron.

pairing: paul aron x driver! reader.

word count: 590

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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y/n arrived at prema with her heart racing. it was the first time she went after signing her contract, and she was extremely excited about it. she was already part of ferrari drivers academy, so when she got contacted to be part of prema she thought life couldn't be better. of course, she was wrong, because when a certain blond haired estonian introduced himself, her world went quiet.

she was walking next to ollie, who had offered to show her around and take her where she had to meet rene to start her first official day as a prema racing driver when she crossed looks with non other than paul aron.

of course, she had met him before, although they had never spoken more than a few congratulations and shared celebrations on the podium. it was strange that she never went up to him, as she was normally very extroverted, but he intimidated her. not in a scary kind of way, but in a you-have-to-go-talk-to-your-crush kind of way.

It might sound silly to say she didn't talk to him because she had a massive crush on him, but even when you're 17, crushes can be scary. thankfully, rene took her to the rest of the drivers and made everyone introduce themselves, even if she already knew most of them.

when paul introduced himself, everything seemed to go quiet. it was just the two of them, soaking in each other's presence before they were interrupted by a loud arthur, who hugged her side and took her away, leaving paul to roll his eyes and silently wish that he’d gotten to talk to her a little bit more.

later that day, paul finally found her alone. she was sitting in one of the cafeteria tables, going over what seemed to be data. he decided to approach her, he wasn't going to waste this alone moment with her.

“hey, want some coffee?” he offered, as he was making some for himself. she seemed surprised he was talking to her and her cheeks went slightly red “yeah, that would be great” he went on to make the coffee, and she couldn't help but stare.

“here, hot coffee for a hot girl” he winked at her as if he hadn't just internally cringed at his own words, but the way she smiled made him feel a little bit better. “thank you” she sipped on the coffee only to be met by a stinging feeling on her throat “fucking hell, its really hot” she complained, making him chuckle lightly “would it be too cheesy to say not as hot as you?” he jockingly asked “definitely.” they both laughed at her answer as she looked down at what she was doing.

“you reviewing data?” he didn't want to bother her, but again he wasn't about to waste the moment. “yeah, just the last race.” she pointed at a set of data “i should have breaked earlier here” she rubbed her eyes frustratingly “hey, you still won” he nudged her softly, trying to cheer her up “but i could have done better” she subconsciously pouted “but you did great nonetheless” paul understood her, he also pushed himself to be better, sometimes too much.

“you're right, thanks love” his heart skipped a bit. he knew she hadn't called him that on purpose, but how the word sounded with her pretty voice had a certain grip on him, even more when directed at him. “you're welcome, ilus” (beautiful)

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authors note:

idk how i feel about this.

#paul aron #paularononeshots #prema #premaoneshots #prema racing #frecaoneshots #freca #paul aron x oc

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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hihi may i ask for dabi and shigaraki reaction to a perfumer (ss skin, whatever that means-)-like fem s/o from identity v? here's a little link so u can see the character i'm talking about, specifically.

so like the s/o is bound to a sanctuary (imagine watatsumi island from genshin or whatevah idk)

and like her quirk is like being able to manipulate water, and make the water into a solid material or furniture or somethingg

and they like butterflies and there's a fuck ton on her hair, markings/tattoos on her thigh and left part of her forehead and shit and she can walk on water like jesus or sumn'

SUMN' LIKE THAT-

you're probably reading everything in a confused state— damn i should really know how to word things at this age 😰

also i say like too often 🧍🏻srry ab that-

anyway look at how pretty she is 🙄 like-

🧍🏻... 🧎🏻.. oh no what's- happening.. 🦋

I HAVE NO SHAME ON NOT BEING ON ANON 🤬😍😘💀

Got to say I'm sorry for taking so long and that video was awesome to watch thank you

Dude you guys are total opposites and this little shit lives for that.

The first time he saw your quirk on action he was like "eh, suits you."

When in reality he is so fucking proud like- that's my s/o motherfucker

When his body overheats due to his quirk you usually tend to go over him and help him literally cool off and he is so grateful for you

Not gonna lie, he finds pretty weird the amount of butterflies on your hair... one time when he was about to kiss you he almost gagged when one almost got in his mouth.

But still finds cute how much you are obsessed with them.

Although now he is one careful when near you... just in case he doesn't accidentally eats a butterfly

Always gets headaches after he sees you walking on water like is normal. Why? Because his eyes go so wide his staples pop out of his skin sometimes.

He is... not used to it. And doesn't show it, but he is hella concerned because what if you fall?

Your tattoo are the ones who is obsessed with. Is just so fucking cool and he can't help but everything Brush his fingers on the drawings of your forehead or thighs with a skirt on his face.

Thinks your hella beautiful with them them whoever dares to say otherwise is going to get burned alive like witches were in the middle aged era

His words, not mine.

Thinks your quirk is pretty much like a rpg character power

Is so useful for his plan so he allows you to go on missions, but definitely not with dabi.

Fire and water don't mix. And he won't stand a chance of you going near that zombie walking asshole.

But still is confused cause... how tf can you transform liquid on a fucking gamer chair?!

He is still grateful and is his favorite present given of you to him.

Cringes at the mere thought of you getting your tattoos

He thinks they're cool and all... but something about getting hurt continuously on your forehead and thighs just to form those drawings gives him itches...

Waves the butterflies out of your hair most of the times and threatens to kill them.... pls is nothing personal but the sign of them irritates him for some reason.

Stole gave you a butterfly plushie once but almost got into a panick attack when he accident decayed it and was repeating the word sorry for... a long time.

Joked about you being Jesus more times than the numbers of your fingers and toes.

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