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Back at it with pt. ii of the assassin duo! Toji x reader (finally!!): where the reader avoids Toji after the one-night stand, and it goes well for the most part. But can the same be said for Toji? How long can this quiet game go before someone snaps?

A/n: Am I writing this because I'm spitful of getting a community label on my sugar daddy! Toji x sugar baby! reader fic? Yes. Yes, I am. 🙃 Sighhh. But ya know what, it's all good because you lovelies gave it so much love, so tysm for 3k notes!!! And thank you so much for the 300+ followers!! Y'all are too kind~~~ Since I have no idea how to celebrate, I guess another poll will suffice so pick whichever prompt you'd like to see for next Thursday (as well as a bonus art from me hehe)!!!

Also, for context's sake, this is pt. ii of this drabble that I have written, so please give it a read if you ever feel confused. This fic was long overdue and is WAY longer than I EVER intended for it to be, so I apologize for this hefty piece of work. I do hope you like it tho!!

Also, also: @absoluteindulgence here ya go!! just as I promised ccc:

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (fem! receiving) - Toji gets a bit possessive/jealous - sex in a public place (workplace) - biting - clitoral play (pinches 2x) - Toji is his coky self but reader doesn't back down - implied overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (angel, angel face, baby, darlin', good girl, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, sweet thing) - third party interruptions (they don't walk in on you two doing the deed tho) - kissing session - edging (fem! receiving) - Toji steals your panties bc he's a cheeky asshat - ayoo Toji and reader catching feelings.

Wc: 5.1k (omfg I'm so sorry y'all lmao)

The last time you ran into Toji was the "I'll treat you for dinner with nothing attached" mishap you got yourself into. How can you not ridicule yourself for getting caught in such a moment? The man you hate with every fiber in your being practically had you folded like a pretzel, chuckling and teasing you in your most vulnerable state as he used your body in his way fit.

The most unpleasant thing about it was you reminiscing about those intimate moments you had with him that night. When his hot groans made you squeeze tighter on his dick. His thick fingers in your mouth play with your tongue as he kisses the nape of your neck from the back. When you hold him for support while he pounds into your wet folds, the naughty sounds make you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

Or worse: as Toji had his way with you, he called you the sweetest names as if he truly meant them, like he wouldn't mind calling you by them for the rest of his days.

Images of that night continue to haunt you, especially within the confines of your own home, in your own bed. How many nights has it been since you've fought the urge to touch yourself and failed? Losing count says quite a lot.

"Hnngh, shit shit shit...Fuck, y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me, baby." His voice is present in your mind as your fingers rub your clit. You shut your eyes close once you enter a digit inside your opening. "Awwh, are you embarrassed, angel? Don't wanna look me in the eye? No? Heh, then what are you grippin' 'round me for..." Another digit enters between your folds, and you grip your bedsheets while the memories still play in your head. "Damn, sweetie, lookin' so beautiful fr' me, ya know that?" Faster and faster your fingers go, your sensitivity inching higher and higher. "My beautiful darlin'."

And then you release. Cum slides down your inner thighs as your legs shake, your dignity and shame staining the dry sheets.

Damn you, Toji Fushiguro. Through gritted teeth and tears swelling up, you swear to not get mixed with that man from here on out.

And you do just that. Anytime you saw him within the same corridor or room, you would ghost him as if his familiar tall, solid build could never catch your eye. You'd go on about your business, onto the next task, onto the next client.

You didn't even take his missions anymore, nor did he for yours. Everything was going back to where it was before this incident of yours. As if you two never acknowledged each other in the first place.

It was for the best, at least that's what you told yourself. You had to get back to who you were previously, whether that meant being the top assassin or not. Whichever came first, as long as you were nowhere near him.

As for Toji, he could tell what game you were playing the moment your eyes no longer gave him the time of day. And Toji wasn't mad at it either; he preferred the "no feelings attached" approach. So he did his part to not get mixed into whatever you were doing, missions and all.

But as much Toji tries not to, he can't stop thinking about you. The way your hips sway when you walk past him, your voice soft yet stern when conversing with your handler, and when you check your small hands to see if you adequately cleaned off the blood from the mission prior.

His mind can only think of your wrists trapped under his single hand while he stuffs his fingers into your mouth with the other. Your legs and ass tremble as you ride him. Doing your best not to be too loud, but oh, Toji wants you loud. He wants you to let him know he's making you mewl and shriek, not giving a damn if the whole world knows as well. "Haaah—Ahhh!! T-Toji, please...I'm gonna cum, if you keep—Ohhh!"

Hearing you, kissing you, holding you, all of it. All of you. If he could have you close to him, he'd be as swift as a blink of an eye.

But again, he preferred this way. Less trouble, more work.

And it was going pretty alright.

Well, until you start going on missions with other hitmen.

Although your diligent work ethic and astute experience led you to the top, you've also gained respect and admiration from your colleagues, especially your junior subordinates.

And now that you seemed to stop associating yourself with Toji, some of the other guys tried to use this to their advantage to get closer to you and request your aid for some of their tasks.

And who are you to say no to helping others who wish to improve? There's no wrong in doing so.

Except there is a wrong. Its name is Toji Fushiguro, and the last straw was when he saw one of the juniors try to take you out to dinner (to which you declined, of course). He needed to stop this before some poor rookie's head decorated some walls.

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Another day goes by, and you go down the hallway from a meeting with your handler, only to see Toji leaning on a wall. You've done this dance several times now. Just keep walking. You walk past him like nothing, easy peasy. Now onto the next task and go see-

"Y/n."

You stop in your tracks when someone calls out to you. No, you know who it was that said your name. It's been a while since you've heard his husky voice. You sigh and continue walking.

Toji's brows furrow. Unless you were seeing things he wasn't, you two were obviously the only people in this hall. Stopping at the sound of his voice is evidence that you're aware of his existence. Yet you move right along.

That's strike one.

He gets up from the wall and follows behind you. Toji stares at your figure, and he knows you can sense him. He huffs, cursing you that you got him following you like some lovestruck schoolboy.

"Y/n." He tries it again.

You didn't stop this time, your face in the direction you were heading.

That's strike two.

Toji sucks his teeth. Now this is getting annoying. He takes five giant steps and places his hand on your shoulder, gripping it so you can stop at that spot. "Yo!!" He doesn't bother hiding his irritation.

"Hey!"

You free your shoulder from his hand in a swift motion, smacking his arm away. It was a small action, but it gave you enough leeway to hop a few extra meters away from him.

However, Toji was way quicker than that.

He grabs and pins you onto the wall of the hallway corner. You wince as the pain is slight, yet nothing too life-threatening. But that can't be said for the look Toji was giving you. Black brows are pulled down, and his forest-green eyes affirm that he's livid.

Strike three it is.

"I fucking dare you to try and get yourself out of this one," His rough hands are now on your shoulders, but they're keeping you in one place this time. "Try it."

A displeased frown paints your face. "Oh? Are you challenging me? I thought you'd have half the brain to know that's not a good idea."

He sneers at your attempt at sounding threatening. It always worked with others, but never with him. He found you adorable for always trying. "Hmph, your sassy mouth loves to spit out venom," Toji leans his face in, his nose almost touching yours. "Thought I fucked that attitude right out of ya."

You bring a knee to his groin, but again, Toji is one step ahead. Grabbing your leg and pulling it up with one hand while he uses the other to hold your wrists above your head.

Your eyes widen. This position, the memories, it's all coming back to you.

Pull yourself together, damn it!

"Tch, what is this about now, you reckless bear?" You glare at the man, trying to stay calm in this predicament.

"I'm fine playing the avoiding game—"

"You don't seem fine about it now." You cut him off.

"I wonder who's to blame for that."

"What the hell did I do? I carried on with my work and left you alone. Everything was going back to how it used to—"

"I don't think you avoiding me and going on other missions with other guys used to happen."

How you fought the urge to roll your eyes amazed you. "What are you, an elementary schooler? Why does it matter to you what I do with my time?"

"Shut up. You know I've been in this field longer than you have, and when you came into the picture, you always chose to be alone."

"Again," your patience wears thin by the second. "Why does it matter to you?"

Silence. He just stares at you as anger dwindles out bit by bit, but he's in his thoughts as his eyes hone in on yours.

"Well?" You press on while he's stumped. "Why?"

No answer, averting his eyes to the side like he'd find the answer there. Then, they come back to your face. Or rather, your lips.

Your breath hitches. "Fushiguro?"

His emerald eyes return to yours, yet his irritation is clouded in a softer tone. Those eyes now express the hooded look from that night. Toji places your leg onto his shoulder and leans closer to you.

"Fushigu—"

"Shhh," His deep voice sounded more demanding when hushed. "Let me have this. Have you."

His lips press onto yours before you deny him. Toji finally frees your hands to cup your face, and his tongue runs through your teeth, waiting for permission to enter. You should be fighting this. You have to fight it. But your mouth opens for him, and your hands grab his shoulders for stability.

You moan sweetly when he slides his tongue into yours, your balance starting to fail you. "I'm still on one leg, you asshole." You manage to say in-between kisses.

Toji laughs a bit before changing your position, pressing your back against the wall with your legs wrapped around him. Once you're comfortable, he's back on attacking your lips. It gets rougher and more passionate, teeth clashing and biting your bottom lip.

He groans when a hand pulls on his hair, his hands grope on your ass lovingly. He breaks up the kiss, you two catching your breath. He gazes at you, "You too, huh?"

Your lips quiver when you turn away from him and nod. He snickers. "Look at you being all shy. You were talking with a lot of sass not too long ago, and now you can barely look at me." He draws his face closer to your neck, giving it sweet kisses and tiny bites that cause you to gasp. And Toji was enjoying your reactions. "Knowing that I'm the one that can make you like this — Mmmph, makes me want to fuck you here and now."

And that's what you want. You won't admit it, but he already knows that. The cooperation with him at this very moment proves it. You want him just as much as he does you.

"Y/n! Where are you?"

The two of you freeze when another voice comes from the other side of the hall. Then you remember a rookie who needed help with a mission today, and you were headed to see him right after your meeting. And now you're pressed between a wall and Toji fucking Fushiguro with your legs wrapped around his waist.

If he sees me like this with Fushiguro, I'm finished!

"T-Toji," your whisper grabs the older man's attention. "You have to put me down. They're waiting for me."

Toji squints at you and then a look of realization. The grin that creeps on his face alerts something in your brain, and you don't know if you like it or not. There's little time for you to come to a proper answer because Toji moves away from the wall and brings you along for the ride. Your arms hold around his neck so you don't fall off as he enters a room and locks the door.

You're now in a tiny conference room with the lights off, only the sunlight peeking through the blinds of the sole window in front of the round table.

"What are you doing, Fushigur—Ack!" Toji throws you onto the table. The pain from your head distracts you from the fact that he's pulling your pants off in immediate haste.

His chuckles sound dangerously low. "So you thought I'd just let you go on some mission when I already have you right where I want you?" Toji spreads your legs for your undergarments to be displayed, whistling at the lewd image of a damp spot on the piece of clothing. "Oh, sweetheart, not with these cute lil' panties of yours."

You were about to get up and grab for his neck, but a finger pushed into your pussy through the cloth. A squeal slips out, and you're quick to cover your mouth.

"Careful, princess," his big hands pull your panties off you, and they meet the cold floor. His middle and forefinger slide up and down between slick-coated cunt has you biting your lip, and Toji likes the determination. "Don't want whoever lookin' for you to walk in on us. This pussy is for my eyes to see only."

"Haaaah...You're such a bastard, Fushiguro—Ooohh!!" Toji pushes his finger into your clothed opening, his free hand coming in the clutch to cover your voice.

Toji leans close to your face with the vibrations of your mewls rippling through his palm while his thick digit plays with your slit. "I mean it, kid. Don't play with me." You nod meekly, and he kisses your forehead for your obedience.

"Hmm, I wonder where y/n went. Hopefully, they didn't forget..." You can hear the voice of your subordinate on the other side of the door as if he's directly in front of it.

Another finger is added into the mix, and tears start to form as you wince through the pain of your nether lips being stretched. You try calling out to Toji, yet it's no use with his big warm hand dwarfing your sobs.

He does remove it, though, using it to maneuver your head so he can lay kisses on your neck. Your choked hiccups sound like sweet notes to his ears. "So good fr' me, sweetie. You smell so fuckin' good. Who're you trying to pull?"

"No-No one...Ahhhh..." You answer in gasps while his digits scrape your inner walls, your mind turning to mush. "I'm not trying anything— Oh fuck..."

"Bullshit." Toji groans and bites your collarbone, and a sharp gasp leaves you. "All this attention, all these rookies gawkin' at you like you're their prize."

"Why? You jealous, Fushiguro?" It wasn't meant to be a snarky comment, yet there was some spice. The glare he gives you sends a chill down your spine. One is sent back to show that you're standing your ground despite the humiliation you're going through.

You're about to say some more; however, you hear the doorknob jolt, and the clench of your velvety walls around Toji's fingers doesn't go past him.

"Huh? Why's the door locked?"

The shock on your face lights a lightbulb for Toji as a big grin takes over him. "Yeah? This space is occupied." He calls out to the person behind the door, the petrified look on your face only fueling his mischievous fire.

"Oh shit, Mr. Fushiguro!?" He snickers at the other's response. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to disrupt you! I was just looking for someone."

A brow is raised when Toji turns his head to the door. "Who?"

You send your knife-piercing eyes his way, but he still doesn't face you. This motherfucker...

"Y/n," the rookie replies sheepishly. "They said they'd help me and a partner of mine with a mission. But I haven't seen them for a while..."

Please don't ask where I am. Just go somewhere else—Oh God!!

Toji's fingers fasten the pace, and you quickly cover your mouth before the person, oblivious to your absence, gets any inclination of where you are. And it gets worse when Toji's thumb flicks your clit prompting a choked cry. Oh, he's such a cruel man.

Toji hums with a sly smile as he peers at your writhing figure. "Oh, really? Didn't know that."

"By any chance, do you know where they went?"

You can't vocally tell him anything, so you rely on your eyes to convey your anxious pleas, orbs begging him through streamed tears and hooded with shame.

But Toji won't let you off that easily because the fun has just started. He whispers, "Say my name, baby." You blink with scrunched brows. "Say my name like you did that night."

This is too fucking much for me! Your mind is going through waves of turbulence. Of all people to be in this situation with, it has to be the fucker getting a kick out of this!!

Before you think up another sentence, a stinging sensation jolts your body upwards to him. Toji sneers playfully as his fingers leave your soaked folds and pinch your clitoris, your reaction too adorable for him to not stop tormenting you. "C'mon, sweetheart, say my name with your cute ass voice."

Your mind is clouded in this euphoric atmosphere that you can feel the climax inching closer and closer. Your lips are now swollen from having to bite them constantly. Another pinch has you screaming in silence, and you're pushed to accept your fate and give him what he wants: your submission.

"Hic-T-Toji, please," eyes hooded in a fuzzy haze, you reach out for his face. He obliges as you caress his cheeks. "Too much, 's too —hic... too much..."

His jade orbs focus on your dazed expression. A smile pushes his scar up for his teeth to peek through. "There she is. That's my good girl." He draws in to kiss you, his body weight pushing you down on the cold table surface. However, a knock from the door behind him halts him from moving any further. Toji clicks his teeth. Fuckin' brat.

And he removes himself from you, especially his fingers that were warm inside your cunt. The sudden subtraction of them have you exclaiming in soft whimpers. The orgasm you were so close to achieving is ignored and slowly depletes. You feel as though you could cry through the sensitive.

Toji whispers a quick apology and licks his digits marinated with your fluid. Then he marches to the door and opens it enough for half of his body to be visible. The rookie jumps at the tall man looking at the other with the most terrifying scowl. "What?" His gruff voice carries authority, and your pussy throbs as you watch him handle the younger hitman.

"S-Sorry, sir! I asked if you've seen—"

"No, I haven't seen them. Why not ask their handler since they just had a meeting together."

"Oh, okay...Well, excuse me!" Your junior quickly bows at the intimidating senior and scampers out of the scene.

A heavy sigh leaves Toji as he closes and locks the door, "Fuckin' finally." The exasperated tone of his tone falters when he turns to you, replaced with the returning lust. "Now, where were we..." His hands undo the knot around his pants and loosen the hold around his hips.

When his dick is set free, you can't help but gawk at such a thing. Seeing it for the second time is just as — if not more — menacing as the first. The girth and size alone has your mind in a whirlwind, questioning how that even fit inside you in the first place.

Nevertheless, it's no use thinking about such matters because Toji aligns his cock around your folds. When he feels you tense at his veiny organ, he rubs your thighs tenderly to coax you. "Relax fr' me, angel." Hesitation is shown as you nod, but you even your breathing and prepare for him.

Toji pushes his length into you with every breath you take, and it's difficult to adjust to the foreign organ intruding into your poor hole. You grimace every time the tip is shoved against you. Tears finally fall down your face which are wiped by Toji's calloused fingers. "I know, honey, I know."

It feels like forever just having the tip of Toji's dick enter you, and when it does, oh, it does. A loud gasp exits your lips from the intrusion, and inaudible babbles fly out as he pushes his length, stretching your vulva as it ventures deep within you.

Toji, on the other hand, shivers as your inner walls clamp around his cock. "Jesus...This pussy is still so fuckin' tight." He hisses through gnashed teeth. Once the base of his member reaches your opening, you two take a moment to recollect yourselves.

"Hmmm, damn, I missed this." He grinds his hips into you, his hands posted on your hips to savor the clenching feeling of your pussy. "Heh, bet that brat of a subordinate wouldn't know how to handle you like I do."

Even with your mind foggy and senses at an all-time high, you give the older man a look of annoyance. You make your cunt squeeze hard on him, the unexpected action catching him by surprise as he lowers himself to you, using all his willpower not to cum so early.

Before he can curse you out for the unforeseen kegel, you cup his face to have him look at you. "For God's sake, can you not mention him while you're fucking me, Toji?" Your voice hushed for him to pay close attention, but your beautiful dazed expression distracts him. "I'm not thinking about anyone besides you."

You don't even give him a chance to his answer because you pull him into a kiss and moan sweetly into his mouth. He groans and slowly rocks his hips into a stable rhythm.

His thrusts gradually get faster and faster, rearranging your legs around his waist so you don't go sliding on the table surface. Your pants get sporadic, and your cries are a little louder than earlier. But not too loud for the whole building to hear, only for him.

The slap of his balls hitting your ass is so vulgar to the ears that you hide your face. "Cut that out, sweetheart," Toji wastes no time removing your hands and holds them down with his. A feeling of deja vu blossoms in the air. "Don't try hidin' away from me, baby. I want to see all of you."

A sudden burst of confidence fuels your sentence. "Then fuck me like you deserve all of me."

A fire is ignited in Toji, and a sudden deep thrust is thrown at you out of nowhere. Your sobs only propel him to continue piston his length into the deepest parts of your gummy walls.

The conference room is filled with nothing but the sound of your sexes smacking together, skin slapping against each other, and groans and moans in heavy puffs and pants.

"Haahh! Haaaaah!! Tojiii, Tojiiii," you whimper as his pumps go erratically fast, shivering beneath him as your legs cage him.

"Oh fuckin' shit," Toji curses with eyes shut, removing one hand from yours and snaking it down to your clit, using his fingers to press down on the sensitive bud.

Your orgasm climbs back up, and you want to claim it this time. "Toji, 'm gonna, gonna c—Ohhh!!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweet thing? Gonna cum on my dick like the good girl you are?" You nod lazily. Toji doesn't buy it. "Use your words, baby. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Toji, yes!! Please, I want it!!"

And he gives it to you as the pads of his fingers swipe on your bud rapidly. Your release comes crashing down on you when your cunt spasms around the girthy length. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your body jolts with every wave of pleasure.

Toji isn't far from his peak, so he doesn't stop pounding into you for a few seconds. The hilt of his cock slams into your slick-covered opening, and you cry from the impact on your aching chasm. He fills you up with his own come and rests his body on you. His heaving figure feels pleasant on top of you.

The two of you begin to calm down as you finish each other's climax. Toji breathes on the crook of your neck and leaves a trail of kisses. "Fuck, pussy felt way too fuckin' good —kiss— Don't think I'd like the idea of sharin' you with the rest."

You shake your head and chuckle at him, placing your hands behind his neck and playing with his hair. "Whatever you say, you possessive loser."

Toji lifts his head and kisses your forehead before your lips, the two of you indulging in this tender moment as if nothing outside this space matters to you.

That is, until another knock on the door alerts you both, and Toji has to resist the urge to break the table you're lying on. Withdrawing from your embrace, he shouts at the person ruining his time with you. "Look here, brat! I told you this space is occupied!"

"I'm aware. That's why I came to get you." The different voice has Toji realize it wasn't the junior from before but his handler. Shiu Kong? "I was told by some rookie that you were in this room."

Toji groans as he puts his pants back on. For your sake, you keep your mouth shut and let the two men converse through the door between them. "What's up?"

"I just got you into a big operation. The client wants to meet with you to discuss plans and all that fun jazz. So meet with me outside the building whenever you're ready." And with that, Shiu's footsteps falter away from the room.

You finally get up from the table and grab your panties. Or, at least, look in the direction of where your panties should be. Looking to the left? Nope. To the right? Nada. Where did they go?

You hear the click of the door opening, and you run behind an office chair to hide your bare lower body. The culprit was Toji leaving to meet his handler, but what caught your eye was the familiar piece of clothing swirling around his finger. His childish smirk was plastered on his face. "Mind I borrow these for the rest of the day?"

Your face goes hot with unease. "Quit it, Fushiguro! I can feel your cum going down my legs, so hand it over!"

But he doesn't, stuffing the undergarments in his pocket, to your immediate horror. "Nah, I think I'll need 'em, ya know. A lil' motivation for me while I'm gone."

His dumb laugh fills his ego, but it stops when he sees you pick the chair up and throw it at him. He barely escapes as the furniture loudly bangs on the closed door, running away from the scene to meet up with Shiu.

"FUSHIGURO, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!"

It's the first time you lose your cool with Toji, and all you can think about in this room of shame and humiliation is why did you get yourself tangled up with the older man again!?

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"I'm sorry for the sudden disappearance. Something came up on my end, and I had to take care of it immediately."

You found that subordinate later that day and apologized for your abrupt disappearance. They were accepted by the other, who nervously chuckled at your politeness.

"Oh, it's fine, y/n," he scratches his neck and looks to the ground. "I was just worried something happened with you, but I'm sure that wasn't the case since you're so good at what you do!"

You offer a small smile for his compliments, maintaining a calm composure so he doesn't see through the tiny nervous part of yourself. Oh, you don't even know the half of it, junior.

Your smile makes the younger hitman blush, but something catches his eye from behind you. "Huh? Oh, Mr. Fushiguro is back from his mission!"

You perk up at what your peer said, looking in the same direction he was. Shiu Kong was walking up with Toji tailing behind him. You greet Shiu with a brief bow, and he mirrors the action in return.

Once your eyes land on Toji, he's already grinning like a child with a hand rustling in a pocket, and you know what's inside it. "Hey, y/n." His patronizing tone doesn't go overlooked, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Your gaze averts from his cocky demeanor, yet you greet him. "Welcome back, Toji."

The look on the younger hitman across from you displays nothing but perplexity. Even Shiu Kong's brows shoot up with what you said. The junior is the first to say something. "Y/n, y-you just called Mr. Fushiguro by his first name!"

"Yeah, that's a first." Shiu agrees as the cigarette between his lips bounces at every word. "You only refer to him by his last name."

You blink once. You blink twice. And then it finally hits you. Oh shit.

The heat in your cheeks spreads across your face, and your lips lightly tremble as you try to explain yourself. But Toji beats you to the punch as he snakes an arm on your shoulder and brings you close to his chest, resulting in a squeak that your lips fail to suppress. He sneers at the younger man staring at the interaction.

"That's right, y/n and I have gotten pretty close, as you can tell." The grin on his face has a harmless glow, but those sharp emerald eyes of his are shadowed with a dangerous connotation. "After all, she is my special girl." Your subordinate gulps.

Toji snickers, satisfied with the younger hitman taking the hint. He then turns to you, and you do the same. "And as for you, darlin'," He leans in to whisper something in your ear. Something only for you to make your eyes wide and your breath still.

"Next time I see you with this brat, don't think I won't fuck the shit out of you with him watchin'. Show him just how special and good you are fr' me."

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riiwrites · 9 months

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hiii !! my mind has been so fixated on sigma lately so could i possibly have any sigma fluff ?

tysm dear ♡

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

a/n : ofc you can love, ty for your request, i hope head canons are alright for you? 💗

genre : pure fluff

warnings : none

wc : 540

— 𝐒igma is genuinely one of the sweetest boyfriends you could have ever asked for

- he’s just so gentle with you and so sweet

- you two never argue about anything but if you did, it’d be on a very rare occasion about something silly

- due to him only being on Earth for about three years i feel like you’d be his first lover, although he has so much experience with running a casino i just don’t think he’s ever had time to focus on things such as relationships

- that’s why he holds you so close to his heart, he cherishes you, scared that one day you’re going to leave and he’ll be alone

- sorry that was a bit angsty on my part, anyways-

- speaking of him and his casino!!

- he would 100% rigg the casino machines in order for you to win every single time

- he would never admit it though because he just loves seeing you get so happy when you win

- you already know he riggs them in your honour tho but you pretend you don’t know to keep him happy too (≧◡≦)

- LOVES head pats and head kisses

- giving or receiving he doesn’t mind, he’ll normally kiss you on the crown of your head and call you his ‘angel’

- he calls you his angel because he feels like his life had a whole other purpose besides his casino when you walked in

- ur his purpose :((

- basically, you’re his miracle angel

- would give you other pet names such as “love” “miracle” “princess” etc

- you help him run the casino too at times if he would get too stressed

- he doesn’t want to bother you but you insist on helping

- “it doesn’t feel like working when it’s with someone you love”

- loves giving you hugs from behind too, planting a soft kiss on your neck at times

- he’s not afraid to show you off either

- he’ll have you gently placed on his lap whenever he’s sitting down wherever it’s with customers, staff members etc.

- if he’s doing work in his office he’ll have you placed on his lap whilst his chin rests on your shoulder doing whatever he’s doing

- he truly does think of you as his prized possession and he cares for you sm <3

- i also feel like he’d be surprisingly good with doing hairstyles etc

- but i also feel like that’d be false at the same time tho cuz i mean his haircut atm isn’t doing my head canon any justice..

- sorry i love sigma i didn’t mean for that to be slander, anyways 😭

- he would just love playing with your hair, doing styles with it putting clips in it and what not

- would also spoil you with SO much clothes

- very fashionable ones too cuz his outfit is just 💋💋

- his love language is probably acts of service or quality time

- just loves doing stuff for you and he enjoys most of his spare time with you

- bottom line is : he always has a smile on his face when he’s with you <33

#bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd sigma #bsd sigma x reader #sigma x reader #sigma bungou stray dogs #sigma headcanons #sigma bsd #sigma bsd headcanons #bsd x you #sigma x you #fluff #headcanons #riiwrites

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dawn-moths · 11 months

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hi, hope youre having a blessed day!! can i ask for #1 and #4 with dabi in a headcanon typa way please? tysm!!!

hi, of course you can! i hope you’re having a lovely day as well ☺️

prompt(s): constant physical touch to feel safe & understanding each other without words

character: touya/dabi (boku no hero academia)

words: 893

content warning: 18+ content! minors please dni! mention of drugs/alcohol, a tiny bit of smut, some hurt/comfort.

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♡ I think when Dabi is first getting to know you, he acts like physical touch is only something he’s comfortable giving rather than getting, maybe getting a little too handsy with you before you two are officially dating just so he can feel like he’s the one in control. But the truth is, the reason he does that is because it’s the only way he can contain just how crazy he is about you. The moment you agree to be exclusively his, however, it feels like his rough, scarred hands never leave you for more than a few minutes at a time.

♡ In the early days of your relationship, when things are still new, if you’re in a meeting with the League or just hanging around hq, Dabi will place his hands on your hips or drape one over your thigh, gently kneading your soft flesh under the table or the bar counter and smirking to himself as he watches you struggle to remain composed out of the corner of his eye.

♡ But when things between you two get more serious, especially after the first time you sleep together, it’s like the notch of Dabi’s need to touch you gets turned up to 100. Suddenly he’s lacing his fingers together with yours or leaning over you from behind to rest his chin over your shoulder as he hugs you close to his chest in plain view of the other members of the League, feeling like if he goes too long without feeling your gentle warmth against the raging inferno caged behind his ribs that he’ll explode. You have a calming effect on him that no amount of his drugs or alcohol could ever hope to accomplish. In fact, ever since you’ve been around, been his, he’s nearly quit some of his old addictions.

♡ It’s a little overwhelming for you at first, if you’re being honest. You’ve just never been with someone so physically affectionate. And he is affectionate, in his own, special, twisted little ways— like how he presses the sweetest, most tender kisses to the bruises and bites he leaves on you after getting a little too rough during sex, or the way he wraps his long, thin arms around you as you drift off to sleep together, the rhythmic beating of his wildfire heart slowing to something more akin to a crackling campfire when you’re near.

♡ It’s one night when you’re lying together afterward, staring into each other’s eyes and murmuring quiet, sated conversation when you reach out and actually touch him first. It’s unexpected to him when your little hand reaches over and cups his cheek, the soft pad of your thumb gently stroking the patchy, purple skin under his eye, making him flinch a bit, but it’s not just the sudden contact that has him tensing and freezing for a moment. It’s the way you’re looking at him— looking at him like he’s more than just scar tissue and trauma concealed under the false guise of not giving a shit.

♡ He turns into your palm, presses his mismatched lips to it and plants a chaste kiss there. If anyone else ever saw this side of him— the soft underbelly of the blue flamed beast— they’d never let him hear the end of it. So he saves it just for you, here in the privacy of this room, laying bare and vulnerable beside you, perhaps the only place he feels truly safe. He lets you trace his scars with your careful, loving fingertips and knows when he lets out a shuddering sigh because no one’s ever been this tender with him, you won’t hold it against him or take it for granted.

♡ It only takes a few months of really knowing each other that the two of you begin to notice something sort of odd, and that’s that sometimes, all it takes for you to communicate something is a single look. Whether it’s a twitch of a dark brow over one of his bright sapphire eyes or a crooked twist of one side of your mouth, a simple gesture or expression seems to convey an entire conversation between you two.

♡ The others don’t understand it— don’t understand how just a few looks and a couple murmured words or quiet sounds here or there can put you both on the same page of whatever it is you’re trying to communicate, but you don’t need them to understand. All that matters is that you and Dabi get each other. At the end of the day, that’s all the two of you have ever really wanted. Just someone to relate to without having to explain all the gruesome details to beforehand.

♡ But even if the other members of the League have a lot of things they don’t understand about you two, there is one thing they can all agree on after witnessing enough of your shared interactions, and that’s that you two really are perfect for each other. You two are ride or die, and even with your differences you still seem to end up on common ground.

♡ Dabi loves you. He loves you. How long has it been since he’s been able to say that— to feel it— and actually mean it?

♡ But the best part is, you love him too.

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send me a number from this prompt list + one of the characters i write for and i’ll write a short lil something for you 💕

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prescottsgirl · 10 months

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Hi love your fanfics! Would like to request 52. from the prompt list.

Tysm

awe thank you sm!!

— dating sidney prescott

sidney prescott x fem!reader

i think sidney would be cautious dating after everything that’s happened.

it takes awhile for her to entirely open up and get comfortable again.

but you make her feel safe and loved so it doesn’t take long for her to truly be herself.

and sidney would be the sweetest girlfriend ever.

she’ll always give hello and goodbye kisses

^ and a million in between that.

i think she would hold your hand a lot

but would be super shy at first

like lightly tugging at your sleeve to get your attention and test the waters

^ you would quickly catch on and hold her hand.

you guys would have so many sleepovers too.

you practically have your entire wardrobe at her house because you stay there more than your own.

^ but she loves sharing clothes with you anyways.

she loves the way you look in her oversized tees and sweatshirts :)

post scream1996 sidney would be very protective.

^ even if your class if on the entire other side of campus, she’ll still walk you to it to make sure you get there safely.

once you guys get older, she always has her arm around your waist in public

^ and most of the time she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.

there are like no fights in your relationship with sidney.

sometimes disagreements, but neither of you ever raise your voice at each other.

she’s really good at talking things through, and after she always buys you something little like flowers to make sure you’re not upset with her.

you never are though :)

constantly calls you names like baby, honey, sweetheart

^ it comes out so naturally

just an amazing well-rounded girlfriend!

#sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #wlw #lesbian #scream headcanons #sidney prescott headcanons

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tsudelune · 2 years

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HIHIHIHIHIHIH MY FAV EVERRRR (x2) I LOVED THE RUI COMPFRTING HCS TYSM :D okok so my next cute lil request is general rui relationship headcannons!! i seriously love ur writing so much augh

'' cause i think i fell in love , actually ,,

- rui kamishiro x reader

a/n : thanks for the support! i love writing these out, and sorry if it’s taking a while to get the requests out there. this took a while, really sorry!! hopefully it’s not so short.

warnings : cringe. crying (x2)

style : hc style (bullets)

- SWEETEST BOYFRIEND EVER. i say this for everyone!!

- rui really adores + loves you so much. he wouldn’t trade you, his wonder for anything.

- when you guys started dating, WXS congratulated the two of you. emu screamed and hugged the both of you.

- he definitely invites you to rehearsals, and WXS doesn’t mind!

- on the day of the performance, rui takes little peeks in the audience to try to find you, and sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t.

- after the show when rui is done cleaning backstage, he’d look around for you.

- when he finds you running up to him with a wide smile, he can’t help but smile back and give you a big hug.

- WXS was totally not looking at that scene!

- on the topic of hugs, rui would often hug you behind you, i guess in an attempt to shock you.

- he’d wrap his arms around your waist, and whisper something in your ear. if you get flustered, i mean, wasn’t that his main goal?

- and, rui wouldn’t mind kissing and hand holding in public, but other things come in private.

- rui would take you to phoenix wonderland once in a while for a date. even taking you any local park just to hang out makes him happy <3

- he just wants your company, and he’ll like it best if he just hangs out at your house or his.

- when you guys hang out at his house, you guys would just chill, help rui with his robots, give him ideas for shows, like normal.

- sometimes you’d nag rui to take a rest, and how can he not say yes to you?

- ugh rui’s hugs are so nice! literally bear hugs everytime you hug him

- he loves to kiss you on the lips best <3

- forehead and cheek kisses too OH MY GOD melting right now

- i feel like his love language is quality time + words of affirmation.

- if rui sees you flustered. he’s going to tease you, and push on.

- rui wouldn’t get flustered easily, but if you did fluster him, he’d shy away from you, absolutely denying that you made him blush. you did make him blush.

- rui just loves you and enjoys the fact that you’re one of the people that didn’t judge him, and that you truly love him for who he is.

#project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #pjsk #project sekai fluff #proseka fluff #pjsk fluff #project sekai x reader #proseka x reader #pjsk x reader #rui kamishiro #kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #headcanons #ask #hastune miku colorful stage #@tsudelune-post

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strawmyberry · 11 months

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aaa omg i absolutely loved your headcanons they are so cute!! 💗 also im tumblr is being mean 😭 i hope everything gets fixed soon <33

aa do you think you could maybe write something with kenny?? lee or ler is fine, anything you want!! your hcs for him are just so adorable i can't choose which side i like more 😭 i honestly am just looking forward to anything you have planned <3 tysm!! i hope you have a good day! 💗💗

aaaa!!! toast you are the sweetest 🥹 thank you so much for all the love and support!! it truly means the world! im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s at least a little bit worth it- im still trying to get into the swing of things- so im sorry if it isn’t the best! also it has a super long intro sorry sorry sorry!! i hope you guys enjoy!!! (first fic yayyyy!!!)

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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Swallow Your Pride!

Lee Kenny / Ler Stan and Kyle

Word Count: 3,038

With Cartman in Nebraska for the first few weeks of summer, Stan and Kyle think a celebration is in order! Kenny is a bit iffy on the idea; but every problem can be solved with just a little bit of friendly persuasion!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Oh shit, dude. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

That day had started like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and even though it was summer, the snow kept snowing. Softer than it normally would, sure, but the snow was a bit of a damper on the Teen Beach Movie summer that Stan had secretly been yearning for.

It wasn’t hard to believe that Stan expected today to go like it typically would: a casual hang-out, at his house, with his friends, the four of them having a fun little Mortal Kombat: Onslaught tournament.

“No! No, really, I am! It’s not gonna be the same without you, man. How long are you gonna be there for?”

But it seemed like fate had other plans today. With his phone held against his ear, Stan would pace around his living room as he spoke. Kyle sat criss-cross-applesauce on the floor while Kenny laid on his side behind him, resting his head comfortably on one of Stan’s throw pillows. They were (not so) patiently awaiting Cartman’s arrival. They wanted to start kicking some ass already!

Every now and then Kyle would manage to make eye contact with Stan, shooting him a look that could only be described as a mixture of irritation and confusion. “Where the fuck is he? What’s taking so long?” He’d whisper, crossing his arms tight against his chest as Stan held up his “give me a second” finger. He’d grumble a bit at that, adding an eye roll to the mix. They could’ve started thirty minutes ago if Cartman came when he was supposed to!

“Yeah.” Stan would pause, nodding his head. He’d turn, his eyes bouncing between Kyle and Kenny. “No, don’t worry. I’ll tell them.” He’d say, turning back around as he’d begin pacing a bit more. That seemed to peek Kyle’s attention even more, now turning to Kenny with a raised brow.

“What do you think they’re talking about? What excuse is Cartman gonna try to pull this time?” He’d ask, trying his hardest to keep his volume low. He had never really been the best whisperer.

“I don’t know..” Kenny would shrug, getting up from his comfortable laying position to be able to hear better.

“Maybe he died.” Kyle would joke, letting out an overdramatic sigh. “That would be fucking awesome, wouldn’t it?” He’d add, cupping his hands together in a wistful Disney princess pose.

Kenny couldn’t help but let a few giggles slip at Kyle’s dramatics, beginning to tighten his parka. Kyle would start softly chuckling to himself as a result of Kenny’s infectious laugh, being quick to shush Kenny while still staring at Stan intently. “Shhh! Duhude, shut up! I can’t hear!” He’d whisper through his own giggles, batting his hand at him.

“I hear you. Okay. Yeah. I’ll let them know.” Stan would stop his pacing, now beginning to walk himself back to the center of the living room. Kyle’s giggles slowly faded as he analyzed Stan’s facial expression. He looked…upset. Shit. Did something genuinely happen? He was only joking about Cartman dying-!

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later. Bye, dude.”

Stan would wait for the click, shifting his eyes from his phone to the two curious boys sitting in front of him. He looked…sad. The somber expression on his face scaring away the playful atmosphere that had once graced the room. Kyle couldn’t help but hesitate before asking his next question.

“…What happened?”

Stan would blink at that question, staring at his phone again before slowly sliding it into his pocket. “Kyle…it’s Cartman…” Stan would start, his tone heavy and serious. Oh god. Kyle would begin mentally preparing himself. He prayed to God that Stan wouldn’t start crying. He couldn’t handle Stan crying. But, after a split second, it was apparent he wouldn’t have to worry about that at all.

“Cartman’s gone for two weeks!”

The mood in the room completely changed. Stan’s face completely changed. The frown on his face turned itself around real quick, now replaced with one of the most vibrant smiles Kyle had ever seen. Dramatic asshole. That was his first thought. After he had comprehended what Stan said though, he had a completely different thought.

“You’re shitting me!”

“I’m not! I’m not shitting you!”

“You’re not shitting him?”

“No! No, I’m not! Cartman’s-“

“Dude!”

“-going to Nebraska-“

“No way!”

“-to see his family! For two weeks!”

“Thank you, GOD!” Kyle would cheer, jumping up from the floor. “Dude we gotta- we gotta do something!” Kyle could hardly contain himself as he celebrated. Deep down, he wanted to burst out into song. ‘The Witch Is Dead’ sounded like a pretty good option at the moment. And he wasn’t the only one pumped up either! Kenny was bouncing on his toes with excitement! They had prayed for this day for so long- and it was finally happening!

“We need to celebrate!” Stan would exclaim. “Uh- shit! What should we do? It has to be something special.” He’d begin pacing around the room again, only this time; he was joined by Kyle and Kenny.

“We should go get food!” Kyle would suggest.

“Yeah! Let’s get food!” Kenny would second. Sure, you couldn’t see the smile on his face because of his parka; but you could pretty much hear it!

“Okay! Food!” Stan would agree. Perfect! This was going great! “It’s settled then! We’re getting food!” He’d announce, the real question settling in as the words left his mouth. “…Uh. Where are we going to get food?” Oh. Yeah. They hadn’t really thought about that. Huh. The three boys would exchange looks, waiting for one of the other two to offer up an idea.

“Bennigan’s!” Kyle would confidently propose, an accomplished smile on his face. “We never go to Bennigan’s! Let’s do something new and go to Bennigan’s!”

Stan’s jaw would drop, nodding his head. “Dude! You’re a GENIUS! Hell yeah, let’s go to Bennigan’s!” With that settled Stan would rush over to the door, Kyle following closely behind. The two were so eager, they wouldn’t even notice how Kenny wasn’t following after them.

“I can post it on TikTok- so he knows how much fun we’re having without him!” Kyle would smirk. He had always dreamed of this moment. He could only imagine how red his stupid, smug face would get after seeing how not-in-shambles they were without him there.

“Dude. Perfect! This is gonna be sick!” Stan couldn't help but smile as he opened the front door. He’d turn, now noticing how Kenny was still in the same place that he was ten seconds prior. Maybe he hadn’t heard them the first time? “C’mon, Kenny! We’re going to Bennigan’s!” He’d call, beginning to make his way out the door.

“You guys go without me- have fun!”

Well- that wasn't what they expected. Stan would walk back into the house, Kyle following. He’d close and lock the door, a frown forming on his face as he walked toward Kenny. “But...you have to come! It won't be a celebration without you!” He’d insist.

“Yeah! ...Do you not like Bennigan’s?” Kyle would ask, trying to offer up solutions. “We can go someplace else if you don't wanna go to Bennigan’s!”

“No…Bennigan’s isn’t the problem.” Kenny loved the sound of going to Bennigan’s. Sitting and eating with his friends sounded like so much fun. But…he didn’t think he could afford that right now. It sucked that he had to turn the offer down, but it was much better than the alternative-

“Kenny…you know we could pay for-“

“No.” Kenny would deny Kyle’s offer before he even got the full thing out. It wouldn’t be the first time this exact scenario had played out; and every single time Kenny agreed to let them pay for him, he’d get home and have to deal with the guilt of it all. He didn’t wanna deal with that today!

“Dude, it’s really not a big deal. Kyle and I can split-“

“I don’t want you to pay for me.” Throwing himself down onto Stan’s couch, he’d cross his arms. He wasn’t going to budge on his one. “Just go. Have fun!” Grabbing the drawstrings on his parka, he’d pull it shut, signaling that he was done talking. Conversation over.

“But, Kenny…Kenny, we really want you to-!” Kyle would start to say, only to get cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder. He’d turn to Stan to give him another look; just to be met with a completely different look staring right back at him.

They’d stare at each other for a few minutes, not a word leaving their lips before Kyle finally broke the silence. “…Gotcha’.”

“Kenny…” Stan would start, glancing at Kyle every now and then to make sure he was getting into position. “We really want you to come.” He’d say, sitting down on Kenny’s left. He’d wait for Kyle to sit down on his right before continuing.

“Surely, there must be some way we could-“ Snaking his hand around, he’d loop his hands under both of Kenny’s arms, turning him counterclockwise. “Twist your arm on this?” With that line dropped, he’d give Kyle a wink. His silent way of saying “He’s all yours.”

Kenny would let out a surprised yelp at being grabbed, taking a second to truly comprehend the predicament he was in. He’d try to open his mouth to bargain, or beg, or something that could save him- but Kyle wasted no time. All he managed to get out was a startled, “Wait- please don’t!” before Kyle began digging his finger into his sides. A squeal would be ripped from his throat as he immediately began to thrash from side to side.

“Guhuhuys! Stohohop ihihit!!” He’d giggle, a bit embarrassed by how easily it was to make him laugh. He’d thrash around in Stan’s hold, kicking his legs in an attempt to break free.

“Don’t kick me, Kenny! I’ll make it, like, ten times worse!” Kyle would teasingly threaten, squeezing both of his sides one at a time. Like a little pattern! “You know, I’ll stop tickling you if you come to Bennigan’s with us!”

“Mm-mhmhmhmhm!!! I dohohon’t wahahanna!!” Kenny would frantically shake his head, throwing himself to and fro as he laughed. He’d clench his hands into fists, yanking himself forward. But it seemed whenever Kenny thought he got the tiniest bit of leverage- Stan would just tighten his grip.

“Kenny, c’mon! Kyle’s being so nice to you right now!” Stan would remark, speaking from experience. Actually, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. Why couldn’t he go that easy on him? “Don’t you want to quit while you’re ahead? He’s being super merciful.”

“Stan. Don’t backseat drive, dude. If you think you could do better, we could just switch-“ Kyle would scoff, although it was easy to tell he wasn't as offended as his words made him sound. “If you don't trust my tickling abilities, that’s fine-” He’d grumble, sneaking his fingers under Kenny’s parka. He’d walk his fingers up and down his sides, making Kenny squeak from the sudden switch-up.

“No! No no- I get what you're doing- building suspense! I'm down for it, 100%. I'm just... bargaining with him! Tactics. You know?” Stan would quickly change his tune, nodding in agreement.

“Chrihihist!! Thihis ihis sohoho duhuhumb!!” Kenny would whine through his giggles, throwing his head back in annoyance. “I sahaid I dohon’t wahahanna gohoho! Stohohop ihit alreheheady!”

“But you do wanna go Kenny, that’s the problem!” Kyle would insist. “We know you wanna come- make things easier for yourself! We don’t mind paying, just swallow your pride and have lunch with us!”

“Nohohoho!!!” Kenny would squeal as Kyle started poking at his ribs. He’d jerk even harder, still being trapped between the couch and his two friends. “I dohohon’t wahahanna gohoho anywhehere wihihith yohohou dihihickheheads!”

“Dickheads?!”

“Dickheads?”

Kyle would gasp in feigned horror and offense, halting the tickling momentarily; whereas Stan would just blink in confusion. “Where did you get dickheads from? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call us dickheads before-“

“Dickheads! He called us dickheads, Stan!” Kyle would shout, a stunned expression on his face. “We can’t let him get away with that, right? He called us dickheads!” Kyle would repeat yet again, just in case the word went totally unnoticed. “Say sorry, Kenny! Say you didn’t mean to call us dickheads!”

Kenny would visibly weigh out his options as his sat there, Stan’s arms still holding his tight while Kyle’s hands laid flat on his ribs. Sure, the logical choice would be to just concede and chalk it up to a slip of the tongue. But…Kenny just wasn’t in the mood for that. “…No!” He’d confidently exclaim after a couple of beats. “You guys are dickheads and I don’t wanna go to Bennigan’s!”

“No? Fine! Suit yourself, dude. Stan, can you focus up there?” Kyle would ask, removing his fingers from Kenny’s parka. He’d crack both his knuckles, watching as Stan grabbed both of Kenny’s wrists with his left hand before beginning to hold them above his head. “You wanna be an asshole? Fine then, be an asshole!”

Kenny would giggle in anticipation, pulling at his arms, hoping for some miracle surge of strength that would let him pull his arms down. But it seemed like his luck really wasn’t there today, since no miracle surge would ever appear. He’d squeeze his eyes shut, bracing himself as he got ready for the countdown. They would have to do a countdown, right?

Wrong. Kenny was very wrong. Stan and Kyle would have some prolonged eye contact for a little bit, communicating when to start. About five seconds after Kenny closed his eyes was what they settled on. Kyle would give Stan a moment to go first, nodding his head as Stan abruptly began scribbling his fingers into Kenny’s armpits.

“WAHAhahait! Stahahan!” Kenny would jump from the sudden attack, a peel of laughter pouring out. “Hehehey, nohoho fahahair! It’s two agahahaisnt ohoneEE-“ Kenny would start to complain, not really expecting Kyle to actually go for the kill. Sure, he said he would…maybe he should’ve known better than to doubt him. But doubt him he did, so he was nowhere near prepared when Kyle dove into his hips.

“SHIHIHIHIT!” Kenny would jolt, letting out a noise that could only be described as the scream of a man who was being brutally murdered. And, for this situation? Pretty valid. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” He’d cackle, practically screaming with laughter at this point. Very fitting. He’d flail his legs, trying his hardest to get one good kick in- just for a little bit of leeway. Even if it meant he had to roll off the couch, he’d take anything at this point.

“Aw, damn it…” Stan would let out a very fake sigh of disappointment, tsking as he shook his head. “I’m sorry to do this to ya’, Kenny…but I can’t understand you. Like. At all.” He’d say, pouting his lips. Just for the dramatics of it all! “I’m normally fluent in Kenny! I don’t know what happened…” He’d sigh yet again, going agonizingly slow with his portion of the tickling. “…Kyle? Do you know what he said? It’s really bumming me out…”

“Oh, Yeah! Don’t worry dude, I got you!” Kyle would nod with a bright smile, immediately going along with Stan’s little bit. “He said “Please keep tickling me Stan and Kyle! I love being tickled allll over! It’s just soooo much fun! That’s the real reason why I’m being such a dick to you guys! I just loveee being tickled!” Thank you for being so honest with us, Kenny! You should’ve just asked sooner!”

“Ohhhh, I gotcha!” Stan would nod, speeding up his fingers. “Yeah, you should’ve just said so sooner, Kenny! We could keep doing this all day! Oh- actually- that just gave me an idea! Let’s do this instead! We don’t need Bennigan’s, let’s just tickle Kenny alll day long!” Jesus fucking Christ on a bike, Kenny felt like he was going to turn into a fucking tomato. With how red he was, there wouldn’t be that much of a difference. Kenny wanted to keep on a brave face, just let them have their fun until the eventually got tuckered out. But upon hearing Stan’s new “brilliant” idea, Kenny couldn’t help but worry that they actually would put that plan into motion. He couldn’t handle that. Actually, he couldn’t really handle this.

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! I’LL GOHOHOHO!!”

“And?”

“I’M SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHOR CAHAHALLING YOHOU GUHUYS DIHIHICKHEHEADS!! I’M SOHOHO SOHOHORRY!”

Kenny would wave his verbal white flag of surrender in the air, and it would only take milliseconds for both Stan and Kyle to stop tickling, remove their hands, and let him go. He could’ve sworn he saw the two fist-bump as they did, but he was so out of breath, maybe he hallucinated it? He probably didn’t, but he wouldn’t point it out. Just in case.

“Great! Don’t bring your wallet, ‘whole thing is on us!” Stan would casually say, making his way to the door yet again. Kenny wasn’t able to fight the look of utter confusion on his face. The two acted like nothing had just happened, like they didn’t almost kill him a few seconds ago. How the hell-?

“We’re really happy you’re coming, Kenny..” Kyle would say, staying behind for a bit as Stan walked out the door. “You can catch your breath- but don’t take too long! Stan and I are gonna wait for you outside, and we’re not going without you!” And just like that, they were gone. Like nothing had happened. Kenny would be left on the couch; feeling breathless, confused, and kind of…grateful?

They really wanted him to go that bad? He thought he was just being a burden, but they went through all that trouble convincing him- just so he would come? That meant something, didn’t it? Maybe they had a weird way of showing it; but that meant they cared, didn’t it? It had to, right? Words couldn’t really describe how he felt at the moment. In fact, only two words would be able to leave him mouth; let alone come to mind at all.

“‘Fucking dickheads…”

#FIRST FIC YAYYYYY #this took so long to write #i hated it SO MUCH at first and i just refused to write for it #but it’s grown on me!!! taking a step back really helped🥹#im so sorry it took so long!!!#LEE KENNY AGENDA #but honestly this was really fun🥹#AAAA i hope you guys like it!!!#south park tickles #lee!kenny #ler!kyle #ler!stan #strawberry writes

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Ok this whole scenario is based off a tiktok I saw by nightlyht so credit to them for the idea

Imagine if Baxter Stockboy ACTUALLY managed to reveal the turtles to the public, and while chained up and in a pure rage one of the turtles shouts that they’re “gonna kill him” in front of the crowd.

Only for them to finally look into the crowd to see the reader, staring back at pure horror as they yelled at the kid they babysit (or younger brother if that’s the route you wanna take).

That was the first thing I thought of when I saw that tiktok and I thought the idea was interesting.

(this can be any of the turtles btw).

Fright at First Sight

author’s notes: alternatively, FFS, well here we are ladies and gents, finally got around to this one c: sorry for the wait anon & to @marwhoa , you are my savior :3 tysm for all that you do, you’re the main reason I was able to pull through with this one <3333333333333333

warnings: angst, hurt to comfort, unedited

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How did things turn out like this?

Usually Baxter was such a joy to babysit. He was the sweetest kid. He only wanted someone to pay attention to him and his talents. Truly he was a gifted kid, and every time you’d babysit you made sure to show interest in his new inventions. He would light up with joy when you showered him with praise! Truly, he was like the little genius brother you never had. But this time was different. When you went to check on him in his room, (he had told you he would be working on a new project and that he was to not be disturbed!) he wasn’t there. No where in his room and you would’ve gone into full panic mode and called his parents, until you saw what was on his tv.

It was Baxter himself, on the television with the big jumbotrons in the background! And your eyes had practically bugged out of your head and you ran out of his room, and headed for Times Square. You hadn’t been able to see much but he was definitely there, talking to what seemed like a big crowd, and the words ‘revealing New York’s monsters’ had been in big bold letters at the bottom of the screen. Whatever he was doing, you needed to get there quickly, you couldn’t believe he had snuck out, much less made his way to Times Square by himself! Sure he was capable and smart, but still just a kid!!

Your legs were burning and your lungs stung from dragging in the cold crisp air on an autumn afternoon. The feeling brought you back to a very recent memory. Not but a week or two ago, you had been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Foot Clan, a gang that’s infamy was on the rise, had caught you on your way home after a late night tutor session. Similar to how you felt now, you had been running fast and hard. Cutting into alleyways, trying to ditch the two ninjas dressed in black. They wanted your backpack, thinking it had money or something valuable like a laptop in it. When they offered you the ultimatum, “hand over the bag, or else.” You did what any sane person would do, run the other way!

So you were in great distress when you skidded to a stop, realizing you had just turned into a dead end. “No no,” you gasped, your lungs were winded, head spinning as you turned to try and go back the way you came. But it was too late. White glowing ninja eyes were narrowed your way as the Foot Soldiers blocked off your only exit. Or so you had thought.

You found your hands gripping on the straps of your backpack as they closed in on you like predators. “Nowhere to run now,” one sneered. While the other said, “for a pretty little thing you sure do run fast.” When his hand shot out to touch your face you quickly batted it away, hollering for help. You were met with their laughter. “No one’s going to rescue you, you should've given up the bag when you had the chance.” His hand went up a second time, cocking back to hit you real hard. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, the fight or flight response had turned into one of frozen fear. But the blow never came, and you opened your eyes to see a bright fiery orange chain, wrapped around the foot soldier’s arm. “Fuck it’s them,” the second ninja groaned as he took out his weapon. The first went flying through the air, whoever was on the other side was pulling with a great amount of strength.

“Now now, I think I heard someone was in need of a rescue.” A deep baritone voice was heard from your left. When you turned, you couldn’t believe your eyes. He was humongous! All green and red like a christmas tree! A big, bulky Christmas tree! You truly couldn’t compare him to anything other than an alien as you were stupefied as he met your gaze. This glance was fleeting as he turned back to the enemy, his fists suddenly glowing red. “Smashing like a boss!!” He roared as his powerful red fists were met with the foot soldier’s sword. The sword didn’t do much. “So, you alright?” Another voice spoke up from your left and you jumped, frozen no longer.

This one was blue, and overall less intimidating in stature. “I-“ you sputtered to try and find words, “what are you?” You breathed out a shaky breath, not sure you wanted it confirmed that yes aliens were real. Soon a purple one who had been hovering above, suddenly landed right in front of you. A flash of purple coming from his wrist, scanning you. “She’s fine, let’s go.” The purple one said monotonously. “We’re just your average heroes” the blue answered as he waved a hand, then promptly made a quick slice with a sword that you hadn’t really seen strapped to his— back? Shell??? You blinked for a couple of seconds. Suddenly you were standing alone in that alleyway, foot soldiers and aliens alike, gone! You turned this way and that way, completely befuddled. It wasn’t until you looked up to the sky where you saw four figures on the roof.

“See ya laters!” A smaller, orange banded alien- hero called out, giving you an excited wave. You couldn’t help it as your own hand came up, still very much in shock as it slowly waved back. The last to disappear from your straining eyes was the red one. Somehow, you managed to get home without your knees giving out on you. Immediately calling up your best friend in the whole world, because you couldn’t just keep this crazy experience to yourself. If anyone would understand it would be April O’Neil! The self-proclaimed expert in dealing with all things weird. She would always say how her life just attracted the not-normal. You would always try to look at the positive side, saying ‘the extraordinary’ instead. “April you’ll never believe what just happened to me!”

The phone call had been a long one, and much to your surprise, she did believe you, every word in fact. “Y/n… I actually have something I need to tell you,” and you waited with bated breath. “Those aren’t aliens, they’re my friends, and the correct term is mutants!” She said in a hurry. By this point your head had started to hurt. “Mutants??” You could only question, and April went on to give you a few minor details. Saying that they were turtles, mutated with human DNA and ooze, and now crime fighting vigilantes! You had to stop her after that, saying that if she continued your head might explode from all this new bizarre shit that was coming into light. “I’m sorry, I think I just need to rest, the foot soldiers were really scary and then finding out about ali- I mean mutants…” you sighed into the phone. “No worries Y/n, let’s chat later, yeah? I’m glad you’re safe!!”

With that you said goodnight, and goodbye. Then tossed and turned all night thinking about ninja turtles. That had been about a week or two ago. You and April had plenty of talks since then and she was actually in the midst of scheduling a meet up between you and the turtles. You had come to refer to them as such courtesy of April. “They’re so excited Y/n! Everything is going to be fineee, I promise, and I’ll be there too!” You were more than a little nervous about meeting them. But you hadn’t thanked them for saving you so, you felt like you definitely wanted to at least go for that reason.

。・゜・[Raph’s pov]・゜・。

They were turning in for the night, it had been an uneventful patrol. Much to Raph’s dismay, it seemed New York’s villains were quiet that night. “Think Dad’s still up?” Mikey asked as he landed on the rooftop above their manhole entrance. “Probably asleep in the recliner if I had to guess,” Raph chuckled. Then he leaned over the edge just as you screamed for help. “PLEASE HELP ME!” Your eyes were trained to the entrance of the alleyway, hoping for a miracle. “No one’s going to rescue you, you should've given up the bag when you had the chance.” The foot soldier’s voice was so sure and smug. Raph turned to Mikey who had come to stand beside him and his little brother nodded, not needing any direction.

Raph jumped down, ninja stealth mode style, and saw that his little brother had saved you from getting hit, just in time. It was his turn, “Now now, I think I heard someone was in need of a rescue.” He felt confident that he didn’t even need to pull out his weapons for these chumps. His mystic powers would be enough. But his train of thought was cut off as he felt your hard stare. He glanced down and was immediately drawn into those big doe eyes. You were scared, he knew he was something you’d never seen before. He turned back to the enemy, time for smashing Raph! He chided himself, because surely he could stare at you all day. You were just far too lovely, and the only reason Raph was able to move his feet away was for the sole purpose of protecting you.

The fight didn’t last long. Back on the rooftop he let himself waver, hoping you would meet his eyes again. And you did, this time he could tell you were less fearful, you were more curious. Full of hesitant wonder at what he and his brothers were. “Raph!” Donnie whispered harshly, he hadn’t noticed his brothers had already moved out of view hoping for you to leave. (This was where the entrance to the lair after all.) He tore his gaze away from you, thankful for the dark shadows of the night because his cheeks were burning fiercely.

Later that night it was like he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He hoped you had been able to get back home safely. Part of him wished he had watched over you… it was those kinds of thoughts that distracted him from really paying attention to the movie that was rolling in the projector room. Donnie waltzed into the room clearing his throat, “Brethren, your attention please” he announced. “What Don?” Leo said, pausing the movie. “I just received a call from April, and you’ll never guess what she told me.”

Mikey was listing off his guesses, “Did she get that job? Oh! She’s coming over isn’t she??? Should I order pizza?” Donnie spoke up quickly, “No, no, and no. She knows that person we saved tonight.” Then he grumbled, “she may or may not have said that was her best friend,” Leo spoke up, “she definitely said that,” he grinned teasing his purple brother. “I will not affirm or deny anything! But April did say she wanted to have a formal introduction with Y/n..” Donnie said then waltzed right back out of the room. Probably to his lab. Raph was over the moon! First at the fact that you made it back safely. Secondly, he had been hoping for the chance to see you again. Call him a dreamer, but he thought you knowing April had to be fate at work. Immediately he was getting out his phone to ask April about the meet up details, he wanted to know when, hoping it would be soon! He also wanted to know more about you. April said that it would be best for him to find out on his own, but overall you are a great person and someone that April held in high regard. Days passed, yet Raph still thought of you, he was definitely the most excited for the meeting.

。・゜・[Y/n’s pov]・゜・。

You came up to the crowd that had grown in size since you last saw it on Baxter’s tv. Baxter himself was nowhere in sight as you pushed through the crowd, receiving some colorful shouts but you paid no mind to it. You needed to get Baxter home, away from all this, the atmosphere was definitely tense. A kid had no business being in the middle of a crowd that could turn into a mob at any second. Finally the view cleared of people and you were about a few yards away from a very large van. Its rear end was facing the crowd, though the doors were closed. Barricades and caution tape were everywhere around the vehicle. No one had dared to go past them so you did the same even though Baxter was nowhere in sight. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach as you turned back around to look into the crowd you just pushed through. Where is he?!

。・゜・[Raph’s pov]・゜・。

He didn’t know how, and Donnie was probably trying to figure it out that very second, but somehow, some way, Baxter rendered them weapon-less. But more importantly their mystic powers weren’t working. No matter how much he strained against the chains, they wouldn’t break. His fists clenched tightly yet no red flow of power would show. Even Mikey (who was really tied up) couldn’t break out. Baxter had even gone as far to leave his little brother hanging by said chains, in the air, feet unable to touch the ground. “Anything Donnie?” Leo grounded out, and if looks could kill, Leo would be a dead turtle. “Leo if you ask one more time I’ll-“

Baxter burst through the van’s front door. Quickly closing it to make sure the crowd outside couldn’t see what was inside, who was inside. An evil laugh escaped him as he saw the turtles all bound and chained like he had planned. “Oh, isn’t this just something! You all fell into my trap far too easily!!” He sneered, meeting each turtle’s hardened gaze with his own as he passed them to go towards the back door. “Baxter can’t we talk about this? We’re the good guys!” Mikey tried to reason with him. Baxter was immediately shaking his head. “You’re anything but good.” He pulled out an iPad and showed them the destruction that had been caused around the city that day. Full of good intentions but ending up going sideways somehow! And every single action was filmed by Baxter… it was all too convenient. He quickly put the device away. “Looks like you’ve gotten outsmarted by me, Baxter Stockboy,” Raph was starting to lose his patience. “Now the whole world will know what kind of freaks have been living underneath our feet,” Baxter spat at Mikey whose eyes had become glassy. “We’re not freaks.” Mikey said weakly, lower lip trembling. “Yes you are, freaks, monsters, mutant menaces.” Baxter’s smile only spread as he watched Mikey’s tears fall. Raph had many talks with Mikey about his feelings of wanting to be accepted. Mikey, out of all the brothers, wanted to be loved by the city he called home. Because he loved it so much, and protected it with everything he had. The tears had Raph’s chest tightening, this little twerp was making his little brother cry!

And that was Raph’s breaking point. “YOU- I’LL KILL YOU” and no sooner had he opened his mouth, Baxter had stumbled out of the back door, an evil grin goading Raph on as the red turtle lunged for Baxter, straining against his restraints and roaring with anger.

。・゜・[Y/n’s pov]・゜・。

You watched with horror as little Baxter stumbled out of the back doors of the van. April had been calling out to you but the yelling drew your attention away. The crowd watched as the red one— Raphael (you remembered from one of April’s talks) roared bloody murder at Baxter! Raphael’s eyes were filled with hatred and anger. You were frozen again, only coming out of it as Baxter’s weight crashed into yours, trembling and crying. “M-monsters!!” He wailed, pointing at the group who saved you just two weeks earlier.

You wrapped your arms around Baxter. “Baxter, it’s okay! I’m here!” You said soothingly. You really didn’t understand what was going on but the kid you babysat for months was sobbing in your arms! It hurt your heart to see, Baxter was like a little brother. So when you looked back up at Raphael your eyes were full of distrust and fear. Kill was a strong word, a harsh word to use against a child. And you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad as you saw Raph’s eyes widen, his mouth parting and closing as if he wanted to say something.

The crowd was closing in on the van, pushing against the barriers and yelling at Raphael. But he wasn’t looking at them. He was only looking at you.

。・゜・[Raph’s pov] ・゜・。

It was like all the anger he had felt seconds before was zapped out of him. This look was too much to bear. You hadn’t given him such a look the first time you met, and Raph knew you had been scared then. But now, it was as if you were completely unreachable. Your eyes were cold, and distant. His chest ached for a different reason now as he tried to say something, anything! He wouldn’t take back what he said but, he had to tell you what was going on! That the little kid you were hugging was in fact some evil genius plotting for the City’s money. “I-“ Raph breathed out and the vehicle was suddenly moving. “Hang on!!” April said from the front seat as she shot past the barricades. “April!!” Donnie and Leo breathed out a sigh of relief.

Raph watched as you grew small, along with the crowd, his head slumped forward as the doors slammed shut from a sharp turn.

。・゜・[Y/n’s pov] ・゜・。

“NOOOO!” Baxter screamed, pulling against your grip and chasing after the van that held the turtles. “My PLAN, who— how— AGHHH!” The tears had dried and Baxter was kicking his feet against the pavement. “What plan?” You questioned as you grabbed Baxter by the shoulders. “I- nothing!” He shouted as his eyes darted every which way except at you. “Baxter!” You said sternly, and he flinched before his shoulders drooped with dismay. “My plan to make the city love me and get followed on my account for having caught those creatures.” You sucked in a breath and your eyes went up as the van disappeared from view. “Baxter Stockboy what have you done!” You exasperated as you grabbed ahold of one of his hands and pulled him out of the dispersing crowd, towards his home. “I can’t believe you! That whole act back there was for show??” You said in shock. Seeing the boy you had thought to be good, in a new light. A bad one. “Well yeah, I’ve gotta sell it or else people won’t subscribe!” His feet were dragging, slowing the both of you down. He had completely given up with the facade now that his big plan was blown to smithereens.

“What did you do to them?” You asked, wondering suddenly why they hadn’t fought against those chains. When the powers you had seen them use were much stronger than a little metal. “That was too easy, I found out they liked pizza so I sent a special delivery, sprinkled with lethal poison—“ This had you stop completely in the middle of walking and Baxter ran right into you. “Ow, what the h-“ you turned on him, pushing a finger into his chest. “Baxter, I can’t believe you would do such a thing. I thought you were smarter than this!” And his eyes scrunched up at your words. “Good thing you don’t get paid to think. Just to babysit.” He sneered at you as he stuck up his nose. Your blood boiled and you continued to drag the snotty child back to his house, where thankfully his parents awaited. You explained the entire situation fully expecting to be thrown out the door but they just paid you, and thanked you for dragging their son out of his ‘shenanigans.’

Before you took your leave you practically had to force Baxter to hand over the antidote to the poison. His parents again come to your rescue and threaten to ground him from all his devices unless he did as you asked. Immediately after you left the Stockboy’s residence you called April, “Y/n! She answered in a rush, look I don’t have much time to talk—“

You cut April off, “April, I know what happened and I’ve got the cure for the turtles, just tell me where I need to go!” You were swallowing down your fear as she directed you. Finding it somewhat laughable to see that this was the exact place where you had been saved. You walked to the near end and found the manhole April had described to you. And sure enough, pegs descended into the darkness of the sewers. “Get it together, they saved you, the least you could do is return the favor!” You gritted your teeth, stuffing the important vial into a pocket and down you went.

April met you at the entrance as was dragging you forward into Donnie’s lab. He had to run a few precautionary tests before he was letting any of his brothers drink this supposed ‘cure.’ But sure enough it was clean, and when everyone gathered to get their dosage, you shrinked behind April. Unable to stop yourself when Raphael entered the laboratory. He noticed of course and was quick to drink the cure and leave. “Thank you,” he called out over his shoulder at you, his voice thick.

You find your body moving on its own accord. You stop when the door to the lab shuts firmly. Eyes glued to where Raph had just been. On the one hand you just couldn’t get that scene out of your mind. Watching him lose his cool, it had been really frightening. But on the other hand, you knew Baxter was to blame. April grabbed your hand, bringing you to the common area and then pointed down a hallway. “His room is the first to the left,” April gave you an encouraging smile. You hesitated, nibbling on your lower lip, wondering about the what ifs and getting caught up in overthinking. “Y/n” she grabbed your shoulders and shook to get you back in the here and now, “he won’t bite.”

With that, she let you go and watched as you made your way to his room. You found that only a curtain was being used as a door, so you knocked on the doorway instead. You clasped your hands together and glanced back down the hallway to see that April was gone! When you looked back, the curtain was drawn and Raphael was standing, a little shocked to see you. But he was quick to push his initial shock aside, he sighed, “you should go back to the others, I know you’re afraid when I’m around..” he said this in a soft voice. Not trying to spook you, his eyes weren’t meeting yours either. You took in a deep breath and pushed past him into his room. “I- I know and that’s why I’m here, I don’t want to be,” you said honestly as you looked around his room.

He sure did like red! A small smile graced your face as you then took in a big pile of stuffed animals in one corner. “Oh..” Raph said letting the curtain fall back into place as he stood by the doorway, not wanting to move, still worried he’d scare you somehow. “What I mean is…” you turned to face him, and you were happy to see his eyes finally met yours. “I want to work on not being scared of you,” and came closer, standing before him and tentatively held your hand out towards him. “I’m Y/n, April’s friend, it’s nice to meet you.”

Raph’s eyes darted to your hand and then back up at you. Slowly, and ever so carefully, his hand went out and encompassed yours. Shaking it in greeting as he introduced himself as well, “I’m Raphael, though you can just call me Raph, the pleasure’s all mine.” He couldn’t help the sheepish smile that took over his face as he let go, the same hand going up behind his neck to scratch there nervously. “So!” You started again, just as nervous as him, “y-you like stuffed animals and the color red?” You blurted and your cheeks heated up. Truly you couldn’t think of anything else!

His smile broke into a bigger grin. “Yeah, do you have a favorite color?” He asked curiously as he went to grab his favorite stuffed bear. He wanted to know all of your favorite things, and show you all his. He appreciated your attempts at making peace, a metaphorical olive branch. He desperately wanted to prove how not scary he was. And you had a feeling you were going to get over that fear pretty easily as he bounded back over to you, brown teddy bear in hand. “I think red’s a solid choice,” you said quickly, face flushing even darker. Yep, red indeed!

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I FOUND IT, request inspired by this tiktok!!

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