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patriwoso · 9 months

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Happy tears • Alexia Putellas

Alexia celebrates with her toddler daughter after the win against Netherlands

"Smile Y/N! A picture for Mami before she gets to the stadium!" Olga grins at you as you pull a cheesy grin, you little front teeth on show.

"Chippy." You point to Olga's lunch and hope she's going to give you one of her fries.

She chuckles and puts a few fries in the side of your mac and cheese bowl.

Abuela Eli, sat beside you, reminds you to close your mouth whilst you eat. You nod and follow her instructions.

Having just turned two you were being introduced to a knife and fork, you pick up your plastic fork and use both of your little hands to hold it to stab into a piece of macaroni.

"Good girl!" Eli praises you as you begin giggling and go shy and chew on your food.

You take your time to eat your food, making Olga and Eli wait around for an extra long time.

"See Mami now!" You put your fork on the table and try to get down.

Olga is quick to stop you, a baby wipe at the ready for your sticky hands and mouth.

You make a stop at the car so she can change you into your Spain kit, Alexia 11 on your back like usual.

"See Mami! See Mami!" You skipped toward the stadium, holding on Olga's hand.

"When Mami play?" You shrugged your shoulders and sulked a little as you were still waiting for Mama to be subbed onto the pitch.

Eli keeps you distracted with your soft toy and a packet of sweets which ends up making you hyper and squirmy.

They allow you to get down and jump and clap to the chants and songs the fans sing. You go down a couple of steps to sit on the concrete floor at the bottom of the stand where the fence is.

Peering through the gap you look to see if you can spy out Mami anywhere but you can't see her.

Eli calls you back up to sit closer by them so they can keep an eye on you.

You plop yourself into Olga's lap and she explains what is happening in the game for you.

"Want Mami" You play with your bunny, beginning to get bored.

"She'll come on soon, mi querida "Eli smiles.

Eventually, Mami does get subbed onto the pitch. You jump up and down and clap your hands, waving them about in the air and giggling as everyone watches you. "MAMI MAMI!" You shout as she runs onto the pitch.

You begin to get more engaged in the game now, asking Olga questions in your toddler babble.

When Salma scores you clap again and giggle even more, looking around as everyone goes crazy. You don't quite understand why they're going as crazy as they are but you look up at Olga and flash her another big cheesy grin.

At full time you ask Olga and Eli to see Mami, they go down to the front and you look through the railings, waving at Ona and Aitana as they walk past to find their families.

You get a little confused when you see mamas teammates crying. You thought this was a happy moment?

"MAMI!" You shout when you see her walk around from the bench with Jenni and Mariona. "MAMMII" You shout even louder so she can hear you after the noise of the crowd.

When she spots you waving your hands and smiling brightly she leaves her team and rushes over. You see tears in her eyes too and want to be in her arms to give her a cuddle.

"Down Mami!" You tell her, trying to reach through the metal rails by sticking your arm through whilst crouching on the floor.

"I can't reach you, bebita." She sighs.

"Down!" You point to Alexia and stamp your feet, getting frustrated and upset as you just want to be with Mami and it doesn't seem to be happening.

Your not sure who, but someone lifts you up and lowers you over the railing so Mami can hold you to take you on the field.

"Mami no cry!" You gasp, putting your hands on her cheeks and pouting your bottom lip which begins to quiver.

"These are happy tears, mi princesa. We are in the semi final! Do you know what that means?" She sniffles, smiling as she kisses your cheek gently.

You shake your head and look at her, intrigued.

"It means we nearly win a trophy!" She grins.

You gasp a little and smile. "Trophy!"

Mami nods. "Maybe, if we keep playing really well." A few more tears drip from her eyes.

"Happy tears" You repeat what she says, using your little fingers to carefully wipe the tears from Mami's face, trying to be gentle.

"I like w- watch, I. Um." You waffle, trying to get the toddler babble out again. "Watching you play ball"

"You like watching Mami play ball?" She chuckles softly, kissing you softly. "Such a sweet girl." She rubs your back gently and cuddles you. "I love you, bebita. So much." She breathes as your head is buried into her neck.

"Mami? Um, Olg- Olgi show you my roni?" You ask, lifting your head up and running your finger down Mami's cheek.

"Sí, she sent me the photo of you eating macaroni." Mama giggled softly, happy to know that's all you care about.

You grin brightly and fall limp into her arms as she sways you side to side, whispering sweet words in your ear so you can hear her over the noise of the crowd.

She calls up to Eli and Olga that she is going to take you through to the change rooms and that she'll meet them upstairs.

You become a little meerkat, well that's always what Mapi used to say.

Moving your head side to side and peering over Mami's shoulder to look at everything and everyone.

You refuse to walk, a little bit shy in such a big place, so you stay safe in Mami's arms.

She holds your head against her as you go through the mixed zone, avoiding your face getting in pictures and videos unnecessarily as that isn’t something you should have to be doing at 2 years old. You didn’t need you face plastered all over the media.

“Mama you pretty” You look at her once your through the busy section of the stadium, looking at the way her smile brightens up and her eyes are all glossy with tears but in such a beautiful way.

“Thank you, my baby.” She smiles, rubbing your face softly and giving you more kisses.

“Look Y/N!” You follow where Mami is pointing and see Mateo running down the hall beside Irene.

You try to wriggle free, so Mama puts you on the floor and lets you run off to him as the hall is pretty empty.

“Hola Mateo!” You giggle, doing a little wave to the small boy.

You play together in the hall whilst Mama and Irene talk, cry together and laugh.

When you turn around to see Mami crying again you are quick to run back over and make sure she’s okay.

“Happy tears mami?” You ask, putting your hands up in a little shrug.

“Sí, happy tears.” She promises.

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vhstown · 4 months

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hobie brown ★ general headcanons

content/warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of violence, implied abandonment (?), depictions of fictional dystopian govt + police

a/n: it's about time innit 😭😭😭 a couple little thoughts about the guy that has taken over my brain for the past 6 months give it up for spider punk ‼️ very much inspired by @qiupachups's hcs go check em out here

Hobie tends to code-switch a lot depending on who he's around. At the Spider-society, he tones his accent down so people can understand him, but speaks in his natural accent around the mandem & people he likes (e.g. Miles 😁) He's the menace EVER though so he dials the Cockney up to 100 when he's fighting cops outside of the East End because they don't understand it 💀

Even though his handwriting is... atrocious, it's actually because he's picked up the style of ransom notes. In his universe, any sort of communication can be intercepted, so it's better that he can't be identified by his handwriting. That's why it's always changing, and he's half-decent at forgery too.

Speaking of writing, he can do a bunch of pen tricks. It's almost annoying how good he is at it, and if you were to ask him how, he'd just shrug. He's just that guy, you know?

His universe's Aunt May is a lovely lady from the West Indies and she runs F.E.A.S.T in Camden. They're not actually related, but he'll always see her as his aunt. She definitely helped him out after a rough patch in his life, and he volunteers often at the shelter. Everyone there has just accepted the 7ft punk walking around a couple days a week giving out breakfast and coffee.

Hobie is also bizarrely resourceful. He has a LOT of plants in his boat, and some of them grow vegetables! He knows all about gardening and makes the best preserves and soups. It's a good time to be at F.E.A.S.T when Hobie comes in with his little cloth bag full of veggie goodness.

About the rest of his family, Hobie's parents... He doesn't even know who they are himself, to be honest — not like he wants to. However, he does have siblings and a few close cousins. They're all separated, but Hobie does his best to find them. He's the oldest of them all (so far, at least?) and though they don't see him much like a brother at first, he makes sure they're taken care of, regardless of how much younger they are than him. They're always running around F.E.A.S.T, so on the days where Hobie isn't there, he can be sure that Aunt May has a few little helpers (though they're quickly growing taller than her...)

Good with animals. Even the ones that seem a bit rabid warm up to him after a little while. He knows when to leave them alone, when to give them attention, what to feed them, etc. That's why it's not unusual to see them following him around, and a bunch of kittens at his feet eating while he eats his own lunch.

Not actually a big drinker. I like to think he only has a couple of drinks or is just an insane heavyweight because there's no way he's gonna be dismantling the dictatorship if he's piss drunk. There's been a couple times where he's knackered after a night out, though. Just another reason to hate mornings, it looks like.

Most of the stickers on his guitar are from different shows and rallies he's been to, and/or organised, but only a few out of the hundreds he's been to (there's only so much space on a guitar, after all.) It's almost like a little look through his life since he joined the punk scene. Besides, who wouldn't want to beat your local government-made villain over the head with a picture of a cartoon dog?

Absolutely, utterly, undeniably terrible at singing — or is he? Not exactly. He can hum just fine, so singing should be a piece of cake, right? He's alright at a few songs, but "happy birthday" isn't exactly something you'd be performing at the Royal Opera House (he does anyway, but that's a story for another day. Fisk's 56th birthday goes just swimmingly with Spider-Punk on the front of the news.)

Despite that, he's not particularly fond of being known as "Spider-Punk". His Spider identity isn't really meant to be identified, despite how loud his whole get-up is. He's got a lot of people depending on him, and he's careful to never leave a trace of his real identity. That also means, however, that pretty much every punk in the area has a target on their back — let's just say Hobie's got a little "BEATING UP BLUE BOTTLES 101" on a Saturday morning for all his punk friends.

Since the government's got little recording devices and cameras everywhere, Hobie's taken it upon himself to... "borrow" them. He's got a couple mates good with tech, so he's on the scene pretty fast with his own crime-tracking network — pretty sick.

In fact, Hobie's friends (in his universe and others) are pretty useful for more than a few things. For pretty much every situation, he "knows a guy", whether that's related to tech, music, clothing, art, putting together a bunch of random stolen parts to make a dimension watch...

iN CAse

it dON'T

WoRK ouT

— HoBie

🎸💫🕸️

@phoenixinthefiles (since i alr tagged chewy lol)

hey hey hi these r a bit shorter than usual but i just wanted to put these little thoughts out there ^^ might make a part 2 if i have any more thoughts idk we'll see!

rbs super appreciated have a good day and check out my atsv masterlist here!

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sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover · 1 month

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Colby Brock - oh baby

Summary - you have you nieces for the night with your boyfriend and decided you'd like to make a big step in your life together.

Word count- 1660

Warnings -none I don't think .not proofread

You woke up extra early this morning so that you could make sure the spare room was ready for your older nieces and so you could set up the travel cot in your room ready for your youngest niece.

You was surprised when you heard the deep morning voice of you boyfriend "need a hand with that" he suggest finishing with a chuckle as he watches you struggle with the cot that would soon have your sleeping niece in .

*Later that day*

I cleaned away the mucky faces on my nieces (Sophie 4 , Rosie 2 and Maisie 7months) .With a wet rag slowly wiping off what's left over from a chocolate pudding . "Do you two want to go and play in the living room?" I suggest to the oldest two girls .A quick reply from them both of a yes when they get up and walk towards the living room , I can already hear the mentions of ballerinas and a Princess tea party falling from their mouths .

I put their plates and spoons in the sink ready to be washed when I have a spare few minutes .I put all my attention to the babbling, chocolate covered face baby."do you want some more peach?" I ask her as if she can respond back to me .I finish the last spoonful of chocolate pudding as I move the spoon towards masie's mouth.

I look up as I heard the sudden sound of the tap running , to see Colby wiping the small plastic plates and small plastic spoons ."how can two small people make so much mess" he laughs as he picks up the sponge now strained a dark brown due to the chocolate.

"How was your hike love?" I ask him now wiping the baby's face free from chocolate as I place her on my hip .He kisses my head and replies "nice and quiet baby .How has it been with the girls ?"."been great my love although if you go in the living room there is a high chance you'll end up at a princess tea party" i say as i make a bottle up for the giggling baby thats reaching out for Colby.

"Can I have a cuddle " he asks , I hand him the bottle in one hand and Maisie in the other ."she's due a bottle babe , she takes it better in the rocking chair in the living room" I inform him as he follows me through to the living room where the older girls are playing.

I'm bombarded by my nieces "auntie y/n will you play ballerina with us please?" I walk towards the girls as Colby settles down in the rocking chair with the cooing baby .

"Okay but for half an hour and then it's bath and bed for you two" I tell them " why is Maisie allowed to stay up and We're not " Sophie asks insisting it's not fair ."because she has a different bath to you two , then she'll have cuddles and then baby Maisie will be in bed too " I tell her.

I spend what feels like forever playing ballerina , prancing around the room with my nieces following my lead and the occasional turn , hop and skip .I look up to see colby taking the odd picture or us 3 trying our best to be most delicate ballerinas we could be .

I look up to hear Colby singing humpty Dumpty to Maisie as she watches him in awe .She looks so tiny in his hands , I can't help but wonder how he would be if him and I had children of our own .

"Right girls it's time for bath and bed now" im responded with a few sad okays as I place rosie on my hip ."Sophie can you get yours and Rosie's pjs please , I'll put them on the radiator while you bathe so they're Extra toastie" I ask my oldest niece she doesn't respond instead she runs up the stairs to the spare room where I can hear her rummaging through her bag in hunt of the pjs .

"Are you okay sitting down here babe or do you want to come up with the baby?" I ask Colby ."I think we'll stay here , masie's think my singing is great she told me so herself" he says with a laugh he gestures for me to give him a quick kiss ." Call me when they're going bed and I'll come to say night " he says as im walking up the stairs still with rosie on my hip."alright love" i quickly shout back.

I lay both sets of small PJ's on the radiator as I put both girls in the bath , they're surrounded by rubber ducks , Dolly's and endless amounts of bubble . They look like little angels sitting on a cloud .I take the shampoo ready to wash Sophie's soft brown curls ."auntie y/n?" She asks ,"yes peach" i reply she smiles at the nickname she's had since birth."are you and Colby every going to have babies?" "Erm I hope so one day , why , would you like to have some cousins?" I ask confused.

"Yeah I think it would be nice , we'd have more people to play with when we come here" she replies so innocently "how are babies made?" She asks after a second of silence before I can give her a answer in which I was going to go down the stork route.Im cut up by a laugh , i look to the door to see colby and Maisie in the door way ." Just ask your mummy she'll tell you how babies are made " I tell Sophie .

"Are you two ready for bed now gremlins" I say as I pick Rosie up from the bath rapped in a towel and go to do the same with Sophie ."Colby can you come on and the close the door babe please , Rosie's new favourite thing is to run out of doors when she sees stairs"i inform him as he walks further in and closes the door still with maisie on his hip.

I get the girls dressed , moisturised and hair brushed into little plaits ."okay teeth time" I say cheerfully handing Sophie her brush already with toothpaste on .I do the same with Rosie's toothbrush as she sits on my lap .

"Bed time" i sing as Colby opens the door for the girls to walk to the spare bedroom , I give Rosie a kiss on the head as Colby gives Sophie a kiss on the head l.We then cross each other as I walk towards Sophie's bed to give her a kiss and for Colby to do the same for Rosie ."night girls , sleep well love you i say as i turn on the night light and close the door.

Colby hands Maisie to me as we head downstairs ready for some quality time with the little one .when i reach the living room i see that colby has already cleaned away the older girls toys and placed a mat and baby toys ready for Maisie.

I lay her down surrounded by her toys as I lie beside her on my stomach."do you want a drink love?" Colby asks me kissing my cheek ."please " I say looking into his blue eyes he walks off and returns holding some tea for me and coffee for him .He places the mugs up high as he lays down on the other side of Maisie with one of our fingers each in her hands.we spend the next half hour babbling and playing with the sweet baby until I notice her yawns are more frequent." I think someone is ready for her bath and bed now" Colby whispered nodding his head towards the baby ," I'll go start putting her in the bath , are you okay to put her stuff away please" I say to Colby in which he responds with already clearing some toys away .

I make my way upstairs to the bath already filling her baby bath up with baby soap and warm water .I wash her little body with a soft pink rag and wash what little bit of black hair she has .As I pull her out of the bath wrapped in a little pink towel I hear Colby walking up the stairs to see him with a freshly made bottle in one hand and a pink baby grow in the other .

I lather the moisturiser on Maisie's soft skin and put a nappy and baby grown on her . I brush her tiny tuff of hair and pick her up walking behind Colby towards the bedroom where her cot is next to my side of the bed .I lay her in her cott , kissing her head as colby hands me the bottle full of milk and I place it in Maisie's mouth .She instantly starts sucking .We both look at her in awe and she starts to fall asleep ."Colby" "y/n" we both say each others name at the same time ." Can we try for a baby " I whisper to Colby he says no response but kisses my lips ,"get down stairs " he says seductively "why " I respond knowing the answer already."well we don't want to wake the kids do we " he says with a smirk leading me out of the room .

Don't know how I feel about this one guys but I hope you like it , please comment follow and like .

Xoxo hj

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wordbunch · 1 year

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You’re in the Fellowship and the Hobbits have a crush on you...

a/n: lol there’s no explanation for this, just a cutesy idea that came to me. yes I know I’m still not finished with my Legolas story 😅 no warnings here, just fluff and chaos 💛 (the reader here is human/elf/dwarf/anything but a hobbit for extra fascination 😆) lemme know how you liked it! 😘

+ tagging @starlady66 as requested

For starters let's just (re)establish one thing: being subtle and lowkey is not something any of them vibe with (except sometimes Frodo)

If you're an Elf, Sam would be infatuated with you beyond words. You would just be talking about something and he'd stare with the biggest heart eyes, and then blush furiously either when one of his friends point it out, or when you make eye contact with him - he'd be so red in the face

Oftentimes he would ask you lots of questions with genuine curiosity, and you would be more than happy to answer, whether it's about historical events, songs and stories, customs of your own race, your travels... Anything, and he wants to know it all

Whenever he cooks for the fellowship, you (after Frodo, of course) get the most delicious piece of whatever he made, you caught on it fairly quickly

Many times the Hobbits will talk about you (only the best, of course), but they would be unaware of how loud they're being, and you would hear so many adorable comments and try not to giggle

"Did you see how [y/n] fought off that orc?!"

Frodo would enjoy engaging with you in meaningful, deep conversations, and you think he's wonderful to talk to, yet the spark in his eyes gives him away. And sometimes he has a little smile on his face, no matter what you talk about, he just enjoys talking to you and having your full attention 🥺

wait hold up, Sam would give you random flowers he found along the way, or he would just show you and teach you about many different plants

Like I said, Frodo would be the most lowkey of all of them, but you picked up easily on his mannerisms and you can now read him like a book

You have a great knowledge of Middle-earth and he often wants to consult with you when trying to make a decision where to go next

You yourself are very protective of the four Hobbits and just have a soft spot for all of them, you like to ruffle their curly hair and sometimes tell them a legend or sing an ancient song as they go to sleep

They all love to stay close to you when you're walking over long distances, especially Frodo and Pippin

Firstly, they feel safe with you, secondly, they enjoy your company

You try to always reassure them in little ways

You always always always have a snack or a piece of candy in your pocket for any of them 🤫

You practice sword fighting with Frodo a lot, you're very concerned for his safety, of course

Sometimes that would make the other 3 just a tiny bit jealous, and then of course you'd have to do it with everyone

Gandalf had known you for a while and trusts you, therefore, all four Hobbits trust you completely

Merry is super loud and boisterous around you, shamelessly trying to get your attention, and then keep it for as long as possible

He likes to act all brave and tough when you get attacked by orcs, but more times than not you ended up saving him

Merry is definitely the boldest when it comes to openly complimenting you, and he's very dramatic about it also

In comparison to him, Sam can sometimes feel extra shy and inadequate, but you make sure to let him know you appreciate him and what he does and says

He's just as important!!!!

Sam would tell Frodo that he's crushing on you (not like it's hard to tell...) and when Frodo says he's having the same feelings, Sam immediately wants to back out but Frodo is like "you really think [y/n] would end up with either of us?"

Merry and Pippin enjoy telling you stories of their mischievous adventures so much, and they exaggerate stuff so much in order to make themselves seem cooler

You think they're unbelievably fun either way

So, Pippin is canonically the smallest and youngest and you have an EXTRA soft spot for him, and also he's the most painfully obvious about his crush

He's always sooo embarrassed when Gandalf is strict with him because you can also hear the wizard's reprimands of the young Hobbit

He blushes furiously and he gives you a sad baby look and you always reassure him that "accidents can happen to anyone" and "Gandalf can just be grumpy like that, it's not your fault"

More than once he instinctively hid behind you in a dangerous situation

Sometimes for safety he likes to hold the hem of your cloak and fiddle with it as you walk - helps him get his mind off of all the impending dangers

The other 3 Hobbits would relentlessly make fun of him for being so obvious but he doesn't care in the slightest

Many times when you were alone on the night watch, one of the Hobbits just happened to be unable to sleep and would keep you company instead

Once during the night watch Merry was hanging out with you and laughed so loudly at something you said that half of the fellowship woke up and wanted to strangle him

Especially in those late hours Frodo likes to confide in you and even talk about his dreams and visions that you try to interpret together

You teach Sam about the stars and constellations and phases of the moon

Almost every time Pippin joins you on the night watch, he ends up falling asleep like hugging you around your legs as you stand alert or something (i diagnose him with BABY)

He very much loves to give you cool rocks that he gathers on the way

If any of the Hobbits has an unpleasant dream that wakes them up, they come to you, you just have the calming protective energy (and candy in your pockets, when you think about that...)

If only one of them had a crush on you, it would be a lot to handle, let alone FOUR

But they're so cute that you just can't dismiss them or ignore them ever

And maybe all that lovely chaos is a good distraction from everything bad happening around you

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127luvr · 4 days

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Hi can i ask for a male reader x doyoung, where they're both in school and they have an assignment to sing a duet, but doyoung just really chose m!r so that they can spend more time together. Then they kiss?

kiss ♫⋆｡♪ ₊

kim doyoung x male reader

doyoung had never questioned his life in music. he knew from a young age where he was headed--what path in life he wanted to pursue. he breathed music like it was his lifeline. it was the one thing in his life he never second-guessed. he knew he was good at it. at singing--at reading music--at conducting his class for an assignment--at teaching it when he became a student-teacher.

he was born for this.

you weren't as lucky.

the passion for music came from watching a performance of your school choir by chance. you were convinced that you were destined to pass by the auditorium at that very moment--destined to hear the way the ensemble blended their voices together so seamlessly--as if it was a body of water collectively sending waves to shore.

it was too late in the year to join the ensemble you heard, but you managed to squeeze in to one of the beginner classes. it was one of the things in life that you took seriously. staying after school for any extra help from upperclassmen. staying behind to see the rigorous practices that the advanced classes had. while you were graced with a natural talent for music, you still had so much to learn.

which is why you were the most excited when they assigned duets. the only strict rule being that it had to be someone that was in the choir program.

doyoung had taken a liking to you. watching you from the corner of his eye when you sat in one of their after-school practices. he watched the way your pencil followed along the sheet music as they sang, circling the dynamics on top--and underneath--the staff. he watched as your body followed the conductor's baton--watched as you sang along subconsciously to your voice part in the song. he knew without a doubt that he had to choose you for a duet.

he just wasn't entirely sure if it was for his own selfish reasons or for your raw talent.

"(y/n)?" you feel a light tap on your shoulder, the sudden sensation startling you. your binder slips out of your hands when you turn to doyoung, his nearness surprising you further. you can't help but gawk at him, ignoring the way your sheet music spills out of the binder on the floor. doyoung's eyes fall to the floor, his lips twitching slightly as he goes to pick it up for you. you are still watching him as he bends down, his long fingers quick with gathering your materials. you manage to look away as he straightens his posture again, holding his hands out to hand you your binder. "i know we aren't really familiar with each other, but did you want to team up for the duet assignment?"

he was one of the upperclassmen. one of the singers that stood out to you when you watched them practice. the critiques he received from directors were nitpick-y. always something about rounding out his vowels--looking more expressive. it was clear that they only picked on him for small things because they weren't able to find anything he was bad at. he didn't need to improve--but he did need to be pushed just like his classmates.

"yeah!"

you quickly realize that doyoung isn't in it for the music. he knows the song inside and out from the get-go. leaving you to scramble and learn the song even when you're not practicing together. this only makes you wonder what he was in it for. why he chose you of all people?

your practices were usually done in the school practice rooms. preferably one with an old piano in it--sometimes you weren't as lucky. but you watched as doyoung's eyes moved faster than his fingers, reading the music as he played the black and white piano keys. you were almost jealous of his talents. envious of his ability to multitask so effortlessly but he interprets your gaze differently. patting the space on the bench next to him so you could sit--instead of standing with your back to the wall, stiff.

"i like to learn the notes by playing them and then singing them. makes it easier to correct. do you want to try?" your hands hover over the keys, scared to play any of them incorrectly. if you were being honest, you only knew the name of the notes on your phone, where the keys were labeled. "here, i'll show you."

you don't expect doyoung to put his hands on top of yours, guiding them to where he was previously playing. but the piano is the last thing on your mind. instead, thoughts of doyoung's soft skin and dainty fingers replace any and all rational thoughts from your brain.

"the note in between these black keys is d. if you look at the piano you will notice that the pattern repeats over and over again, so the notes only go a, b, c, d, e, f and g. and then back to a. the black keys are semitones--flat or sharp. it just depends on what key we're in, you know?" doyoung finally takes note of your flushed face, his hands immediately clammy on top of yours as he watches you chew your bottom lip anxiously. "(y/n)? did you get any of that?"

"uh-"

"is there a way for me to keep you concentrated?" your gaze drops down to his pouty lips, subconsciously licking your own as you stare them down. this doesn't go unnoticed by doyoung--who has been yearning for your affection since your practices together started. "kissing you?"

for a moment you thought you had shared your thoughts out loud--only to find that your lips were still shut. doyoung was the first to bring up a kiss. that could only mean that he wanted to. that it crossed his mind before it crossed yours. he leans in, with his hands still on top of yours. you're aware of his nearness. the way his cool breath hits your cupid's bow. the way he smells like baby powder--and a little bit like sweat from being in this room for so long. your eyes finally meet again which causes him to tilt his head, raising his eyebrows as if to ask you for a second time.

"here?" but you're the first one to close the gap, the first to meet your lips together. completely disregarding the glass door. completely disregarding that someone might walk by. but none of it matters--not when doyoung's lips feel heavenly. and he's drinking you up like you're a glass of iced tea on a hot summer day. you almost don't want to pull away. wanting to stay in his warmth even if the positioning was awkward. "we can practice at my place next time."

#HELLOOOOO #im loving all of the doyoung requests #he's my little bunny #i was in choir for like 7+ years #my knowledge might be limited idk i miss learning about music #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dojaejung #nct x male reader #x male reader #kim doyoung #doyoung x male reader #<3

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hutahuta · 5 months

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Subtle things he do when he in love with you with pavia?

P.AGE OO.3— 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

GN!Reader — // wjajqksjwjs ilysm anon you're such a sweetheart !!! (*´▽`*)ﾉｼ

request more !! they're so fun.

i hope this is okay,, i'm not sure if I did good with this jwkskwkskk

Subtle? Ha. What's subtle about this man? ( *ᴗˬᴗ)⁾

But maybe. — it is possible.

Midnight Intimacy — Hear me out, I don't think Pavia would really sing in front of you. ( Or he might, it depends really. It might be really exaggerated since he does really want to hear your laughs. ) But he definitely hums a quiet melody, maybe even sings the words a little then and there under his thick accent as he holds your tender body close to him, rocking back and forth as if the both of you are sitting on one of those rocking chairs. Familiar songs that were popular dated back to the 1990's.

An era where music hit its prime with vinyl records and static radios with its rocking music blasting away at the seams, what's not to love about such things? I'd imagine it's something he finds quite joyous about life, given the only music he'd ever hear was the taps of water draining on the ground and the mice squeaking in quiet unison with one another. Silence was all he'd ever hear so hearing something so uplifting with words that strung out together so perfectly in mesh with the instrumentals; must've made him feel like music is the reason life has any meaning at all. And he wants to share that with you. Even if it's something so small as singing and dancing in that moment.

Spoiling you. — Wallets and leftover items that he'd pick up from his prey definitely meant that he'd get a chance of spoiling you with jewellery as a advantage to trap your attention. Even if you aren't keen on receiving lavish gifts, it doesn't matter. Because you're definitely given the necklace of a man's wife that he took it upon himself to grace you with. Maybe even a new watch plucked out of someone's wrist, which Pavia's ever so refined fingers had strangled the last, paled words out of his prey's throat before he had stolen the goods inside.

I'd imagine that as much of a passionate man he is, Pavia isn't keen on sharing much of his collections with strangers. But he is quite big on exhibiting his beautiful cabinet if it's with you, full of his draped stolen jewellery that can be given and devoted to you. New rings and chains to adorn your perfect clothes. Bby wants to impress you. Maybe a pair of earrings that would suit you quite nicely. His way of showing his love to you may vary from physical touch or spoiling you with his gifts.

Which does bring another factor into play.

Physical Touch. — Nearby, he may trail a hand down your thigh whenever you two chatter amongst each other. His hands graze your arms softly, trying to pay attention to your words as he can't help but linger his fingertips through your back. His hand stays a little too long on your waist. Eyes dance back and forth from your nose to your hands. Your clothes, your facial expressions and movements.. everything. His eyes may linger on you for longer periods of time,,

Don't take this as 'psychopath' behaviour. He just wants to get a feel of his beloved. What's not to love about you anyways? You're perfect in his eyes. All for him to keep too? Feels like the universe finally rewarded him with something so great in his life after his entire childhood was spent being greased and rotted away in a basement under the neglectful back of his Aunt.

Scent. — I suppose you can somewhat see it, right?

He enjoys the thought you wearing his clothes. His perfumes, his scents, he wants to make it rubbed entirely upon your body. He may get too close, nudging your shoulder with his chest. Maybe leaning into your ear for too long as you can feel his hands gripping and kneading the soft material of your clothing. He undoubtedly has the mindset that having you embroider his aroma may make others think that you are somewhat affiliated with Pavia. In more ways than one.

Historians may tell others that you two were only the bestest of friends.

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse #pavia x reader #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #headcanons #fluff zone

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Hello!

So I couldn't get Break Me out of my mind and had to read it again and I have a request for a first date or a snippet of what happens after the end...? If it's possible obviously 💜

Sure!

You should technically know what you got yourself into when you agreed to 'trying it out' with Jungkook that night you both finally broke. You've seen that man naked more often than you could ever count, and god only knows all the acts that had transpired in your respective bedrooms together. In a way, you should know him, right?

Wrong. It feels like you know absolutely nothing more about him than the size of his dick and the fact that he loves grabbing your tits while you ride him. It's a little sad, really.

Because he's so much more than that, and you're only now just realizing that on the little weekend trip you joined him on.

He's currently humming to the tune of music from his phone, playfully moving his hips, such a light sense of relaxed happiness in his entire being ever since starting the trip, and it infects you like a virus, making you giggle while you watch him dance all silly to the random spotify track that's filling the hotel room. He laughs back, smiles so bright that the outside of his eyes wrinkle a little, dimples showing.

He holds out his hands. You roll your eyes.

"Come on now babe, dance with me!" He laughs. You're not sure where that almost childish happiness comes from with him. He's not even remotely drunk, only a single can of beer currently flowing in his veins from the dinner you both had earlier.

You eventually take his hands, and they're a lot larger than yours, though not threatening. They hold yours with a certain confidence you've never noticed outside any bedroom activities- and even the close proximity to him still dressed and in no way entangled in the sheets makes you feel a little uneasy. He smells nice. His body is warm. His voice sounds a lot deeper than you ever really noticed.

Suddenly you realize what that awkwardness is that's constantly interrupting your thoughts.

It's guilt.

"What're you thinking about, huh?" He asks, moving your hands to lay over his shoulder around his neck, his own holding your waist, before he instead wraps his arms around you to hold you close.

"You." You tell him, and he grins again, has to lean his head back probably so you don't notice how ridiculously shy it makes him when you say that. "I feel bad."

That makes him look at you again, eyes worried and all round.

"Why?" He wonders, clearly confused. One of your hands find his face, thumb running over the two piercings on his bottom lip.

"I guess.. I mean, I pretty much just used you-" You start, and he tilts his head before he sighs, a small growling sound accompanying it.

"Aish, I told you we're good." He says, looking at you with reassurance. arms continuing to hold you close. "Just let me try and make you happy." He chuckles, and you stare at him for a moment, before your eyes tear up, a hand of his gently pushing your head against his chest. "You worry so much."

"I do." You admit. "I don't wanna fuck this up." You tell him, and he laughs.

"Then let me handle it." He offers. "That way it'll be my fault if we screw up." He jokes.

"I don't want that." You shake your head, when he suddenly leans down and picks you up, catching you off guard as he rather clumsily lets you fall onto the hotel bed, before he crawls over your body, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you baby~" He sings fairly well towards you as he leans down to peck your lips. "As long as you're with me you'll be just fine~" He laughs towards the end of the sentence, clearly a bit embarrassed-

but the fact that he made you smile again makes it all worth it.

And maybe the song's title could be more than just that, you think, as you decide that maybe trusting him isn't such a bad idea after all. If he loves you to such a degree that he can forgive you all the hurt you caused-

then the least you can do, is let yourself love him back just as much.

#bts imagine #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook imagine

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Greetings! I come bearing many req's for your poor, bored soul. Hopefully something's snap you out of your slump 🤗

Leo x gn!ADHD!reader because ✨ADHD superiority✨ Leo would probably never admit it, but his new hyperfixation is figuring out all of Y/N's quirks and tells, and loves watching Y/N stim (clicking their tongue, whistling, mostly vocal stims, bonus if Leo is caught mesmerized by Y/N twirling a pencil or deconstructing a pen with one hand). Y/N's current hyperfixation is pop music and if they're blasting it at any point, any of the turtles could call out asking what song, who sings it, etc., and they would just rattle it off like nobody's business

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THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON, MY POOR WRITING JUICES WERE DRY AS A BONE 😭

also, I didn't know what version of Leo you wanted, so I just did Rise!Leo, since I felt he was the best fit. I hope that's ok!

LEO WITH AN ADHD READER

Disclaimer: I myself am not ADHD nor do I know anyone with ADHD so anything I write in here will probably be from online research. I apologize if any of it is inaccurate, and take anything I say with a grain of salt. enjoy!

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You and Leo had been dating for around two months, and Leo could safely say one of his current goals was to figure out and memorize all of your stims and what they meant.

For example, one of your most common stims is whistling.

You're usually whistling or clicking your tounge to the tune of your current favorite song,

(As of right now he knows it's Californa Gurls by Katy Perry.)

He's watched with sparkling eyes as you take apart and reconstruct a pen over and over again.

His gaze never goes unnoticed, by you yes, by his brothers, no.

And they make sure he knows they see him staring.

Leo doesn't mind though, he just wants to know everything about you.

Like how you snap your fingers at random times to keep your hands moving.

Or how you hum when you thinks it's gotten a little to quiet.

He loves everything you do,

Well, most everything.

He did notice that you have a few unhealthy stims.

Such as picking at your skin, pacing, and grinding your teeth.

He does his best to redirect these behaviours.

He'll grab your hands to stop the picking and tugging,

Saying something like, "I just wanted to hold your hand, no biggie."

Sometimes he'll give you figit toys to use instead.

If you start to grind your teeth,

He'll give you a quick kiss on the lips.

He understands that sometimes you can't help it,

So he does his best to help you when he can.

Aside from that,

Leo loves watching your other stims.

The ones that you use to relieve all the built up energy that has no where to go.

He thinks it's cute the way you tap your foot or twirl your hair.

And has even asked you to teach him how to twirl a pencil like you do.

All in all,

I think Leo does his best to understand your ADHD,

Both learning from observation,

And asking for help from Donnie.

Leo loves you, with all his heart.

What can he say?

You've got him completely mesmerized.

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I would once again like to state that everything in this prompt was learned from online articles, and based on the details from Anon. I do not have ADHD nor do I know anyone with ADHD so if this is inaccurate I apologize, I do not mean to misrepresent anyone who has ADHD. With that said, I hope you have a wonderful day!

#tmnt #x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #leonardo x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #rise!leo #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!leo x reader #gn reader #tmnt headcanons #tmnt drabble

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moonsongchorus · 11 months

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Choose Your Own Adventure!

Who: Azra & Open Where: Outside Somewhere

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. I know it's none of my business, but they--" She pointed at the person's pet. "They really don't like that collar. Purple makes them really self-conscious. They really want you to get them something in the warmer colors. Like maybe a reddish orange or they'd even be willing to try a green. And--" She stopped, concentrating on the animal to make sure she got the rest of the message correct. She went wide-eyed. "I don't want to say that," she told the pet. Another beat of silence, and Azra sighed and turned back to the human resignedly. "They're having some strong feelings about the TV you've been watching lately."

Who: Anna & Open Where: On Pitch

Anna barely looked up as the front door of the bar opened, the familiar bell ringing as someone stepped inside. It was the middle of the day--not exactly peak karaoke hours--so the building was empty but for two still very drunk men singing ACDC on stage and the the siren who pointed wordlessly at the sign above her head. It read: All sales final. Any regrets you have about what you purchased while you were drunk are not my problem. "If you've come to collect your keys or ID, you can get in line and wait." She pointed to a spot in front of the bar--though as there was no one else here, there was really no need to line up except that she didn't feel like dealing with their problems and making them wait seemed more entertaining than helping.

Who: Mateo & Open Where: The Beach

"Would you like to build a sandcastle?" Mateo held up an extra bucket, the kind parents bought their children, including several plastic molds and a shovel. There was a camera and tripod already set up behind them. Since he couldn't tell his followers about what he'd discovered in Lunar Cove--that the supernatural entities he'd been hunting for for years were all real and that he, himself, had become a werewolf--he'd been forced to come up with alternative content--hence the sandcastle building. "Here's the pitch." He made a camera's shot with two fingers on each hand mimicking what would be in frame. "We each get three minutes to build the best sand castle, and then strangers judge to see who's is best, and whoever loses gets pushed in the ocean by the winner. Thoughts? Feedback? Questions?"

Who: Kadir & Open (Can be the litterer or someone else nearby!) Where: Anywhere Outside

Kadir rolled down his car window just after he'd parked and lowered his sunglasses as he looked suspiciously at the person who had just dropped their trash onto the sidewalk--mere feet from the nearest trash can. "I'm sure that was just an accident and you're going to pick that up." He let his fangs show--not quite a threat, but it was implied. "With the bad luck people have around here in staying alive, I'd hate there to be another accident."

@lunarcovestarters

#lunarcovestarter

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Chatterbox

For so long you had hated talking. Fearing social interaction and being at the mercy of others' scrutiny. But it was different with them, with your boys, they were so sweet with you, so understanding,

It had taken you months to make even a whisper. Your diagnosis wasn't on the harder end of things so to speak, but you still had to have a great level of trust to speak to someone, but your boys were special, something about them made you want to sing.

You still remembered the first time you spoke, how their eyes widened and you were showered with kisses and surrounded by purring chests.

"Do you want this one or that one?"

Marko was standing beside you, leaning over a booth that had popped up selling jewelry over the summer. He had all but dragged you there when you finally finished work, wanting to buy you something to match with him and the rest of the boys.

You had ended up getting a thick bangle, it was decorated with blue stones and was heavy on your wrist, the weight of it was grounding and you had fiddled with it the entire way back to where the other three were standing.

Soon enough Dwayne's arms had encompassed you, strong and protecting, keeping you safe and sound. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nuzzling it before passing you to David who wrapped his arm possessively around your waist.

"Did you get something dear?"

Nodding you lifted your wrist, showing off the piece you had been adoring since it had been pushed over your hand.

Paul whined, complaining about how he wanted something to match with you, tussling with Marko who had apparently dishonored him.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, moving to lean beside you, "you two know the lady's gonna be there all summer right?"

Paul paused, Markos head trapped in his armpit "but I wanted to go with them!"

You giggled, "we can still go, it's open all night."

They all paused, eyes snapping to you. Paul's arms became slack and Marko rushed to you, picking you up and spinning you around, shouting his adoration for you.

"Oh, my little bunny!" You squeaked, voice vanishing as your face flushed, realizing what you had done.

From then on you had spoken a lot more, at some point you had become quite the talker, engaging in almost endless conversation about anything and everything. Your boys always indulged you, finding your voice rather soothing. They wanted nothing more than to hear it for an eternity.

You were nearing twenty now, still, the youngest compared to them but feeling older by the second. They wanted you to turn, suggesting that you would be better as one of their own, well a vampire, you were already theirs.

But no. You wanted to wait. You loved the sun, the daytime called to you even as your body clock changed to suit their needs.

The four of them had become quite irritable about it, but you just brushed it off, understanding how stubborn they could be.

The only thing on your mind was how your one-year anniversary was coming up. You wanted it to be special, it was your first serious relationship after all, and so you had been talking to Star about it who had been more than eager to help you plan things.

She was well versed in sign language you see, so you appreciated how no matter what you were able to talk to her.

"So I was thinking we could..." the two of you were hidden behind the wispy veils she had collected and hung around her bed, legs kicking the air as the both of you lay on your fronts and fawned over the planner you had brought with you, snacking on red vines to keep your energy going.

Star was a half, that much you knew. But she and Michael would soon turn together, soon becoming officially part of the pack.

Yet you refused to even think about it.

While the two of you schemed the boys sat in the center of the cave with Michael, drinking and smoking, talking and thinking.

"Have you said anything to them about it," Michael took the joint offered to him by Dwayne, legs stretched out and cheeks flushed slightly from the Santa Carla heat, "I mean, I'm sure they're just nervous, its not an easy thing to do."

That was something they tended to forget, they had been undead for so long it was natural to them. But you were still so painfully human, fragile and weak in their eyes. They could only protect you so much.

We're worried. Michaels eyes flitted over to Markos, the land meeting the ocean, the brunette nodded for the curly haired blonde to continue, we think they'll leave.

Michael scoffed, choking on air before laughing loudly, stopping when Star's head turned to look at him.

"God. That's dumb and you know it, they love you."

David bristled, he knew it was true, your relationship with them was like no other. But this barrier was a lot bigger than others.

They wanted you to become just like them. To be theirs for all eternity.

If only they knew how dangerous it was to push someone to the edge, to force them into such a decision.

Star had left after two hours of planning with you, Michael coming to retrieve her and pulling her out of the cave, disappearing in a whirlwind of soft touches and laughter.

Dwayne had embraced you soon enough, picking you up and carrying you to the rest of your mates, letting you stretch out over his lap as he cuddled you on one of the broken sofas they had beside the fountain.

His nose was pressed into your hair, breathing in your scent as he spoke, "how are you little dove?"

You smiled, leaning further into his hold, breathing in his scent in a similar fashion. You wondered how he would smell if you turned.

That word caught their attention as it passed through your mind.

"Pup..." you looked to David, his eyes were cold and made you wince, not knowing what had set him off.

"What's wrong..." you trailed off, noticing how all of their eyes were dark, suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable in Dwayne's hold as his fingers dug painfully into your flesh.

"We need to talk."

That was it. The dreaded sentence.

You looked up at Dwayne, his eyes burned your own and you immediately looked away.

Marko and Paul moved closer, the two of them leaning on the fountain as the four of them watched you.

"What- what's wrong?" your hands were clenched, muscles tensed as your eyes flitted between their own, not brave enough to meet them.

"You know what."

You flinched at David's tone, body curling into Dwayne's jacket which had been placed over your shoulder.

"You said you didn't mind," and that was true, they didn't. But the thought that had been passing through your mind said enough, you were unsure, unsure enough to do something rash, "you said you could wait."

Paul scoffed, mind alot clearer and full of irritation from the conversation that had earlier, "we're waiting for nothing."

Your eyes met his, not enjoying how blank they were, when they were usually filled with joy and mischievousness.

"You don't want to turn."

"I didn't say that-"

"You didn't need to"

You pulled away from Dwayne, sliding towards the opposite end of the couch, shoulders tense as you wrapped your arms across your front.

"Why are you bringing this up, we already talked about it and you said-"

"Stop talking." your mouth snapped shut, chest constricting in an uncomfortable fashion. They never said those words to you, refusing to send you back into the silence you had been hiding in for so long. Yet they slipped so effortlessly from David's lips.

Dwayne tried to reach for you, hand retreating with your body flinched away from him.

David sighed, sitting straighter in his wheelchair, looking to you and trying to meet your eyes with his own, "we heard you and Star talking," his irritation grew as you turned away from him, choosing to look at the cave floor, "you can't lie to us kitten, you have to turn either way."

You hadn't spoken to them for the rest of the night.

Instead, you had been actively avoiding them, returning to where Star was pretending not to listen in, curling beside her and letting the girl play with your hair.

Something about it had set you off. Maybe it was their tone, how cruel they were when they spoke to you, how they told you to stop talking.

You wanted to turn. You really did.

But it was complicated and you hated change. You knew the moment you began such a big transformation your life, or lack thereof, would be permanently different.

No longer would you enjoy the warmth of the sun, daytime as a whole would be unappealing to you.

Paul and Marko had already been laying it on thick recently, how much more fun life was when you were a creature of the night.

Telling you how food tasted a thousand times better, how if you fed well your veins felt full of energy.

How much stronger, faster and bravery you would be.

You wanted to turn. You would turn.

Your anniversary was in three days. And sitting in your room had made it harder and harder not to dwell on the thought of seeing the boys again.

Star was supposed to swing by at some point, probably with Michael in an attempt to smooth things over.

knock knock

And there it was.

Hopping out of bed you shuffled down the hall, chewing your lip as you approached the door.

You made it halfway before you realised the silhouette visible through the obscure glass.

David

Obviously, since neither Star nor Michael had hair as blindingly bright as his.

Maybe if you didn't move he wouldn't-

Never mind, now you could see Marko there too with his vibrantly decorated coat.

"Doll?"

The eldest's voice carried through the doorway, his knocking becoming louder as he used his whole fist.

You winced at the sound of it, his tone was on the more irritated side and you knew he would break the door if he hit it hard enough.

Stepping forward you moved closer, walking until you were just a foot away from the door, placing your hand on the glass.

You heard a sigh, watching as David shifted to lay his palm flat where yours was.

"You gonna open the door pup?"

You didn't respond, choosing to maintain your silence.

Marko went for the doorhandle, giving it a twist, growling in annoyance at the fact you were keeping it locked.

Meeting David's eyes he sent him a nod, moving around the house to test out your back door.

Keeping you distracted he nudged the small postal slot with his fingers, opening it so his voice would pass through better, "sweet, what's wrong? Talk to us-"

You scoffed, cutting him off and shuffling back.

He growled as a warning, "if you wont open the door I'll break it down, ignoring me wont help you."

Your chest siezed at what was clearly a threat, staring at the doorhandle just as you heard a sound from the kitchen.

Looking away for a moment you saw a shadow pass by the entrance to the kitchen, turning back to the front door showed you David had vanished.

Taking the small window of opportunity you had you bolted, heading up the stairs and closing the hatch at the entrance before they could pass through, hearing the resounding thud as Paul slammed into it.

Clearly, the other two of your mates had showed up without you noticing, though they could have been there the whole time waiting for you to give up.

It wasn't the first time they had dropped by since your little disagreement.

Not that you knew that.

They always made sure to check up on you when you weren't feeling particularly social.

Usually, it was because your mind was stressing you out, and this time it was, but only because of four certain boys.

One of which was slamming his hands on the door, pushing it up even as you lay on top of it, keeping it closed with your weight.

"Let us in! This isn't helping idiot-"

No speaking only in your mind you mimicked the actions of the person beneath you, slamming your hands down Go away

It went quiet, the four of them speaking in the same way you had.

Pressing your ear to the door you tried to listen for anything, only recognising the sound of boots slamming down the steps as two of them retreated.

"The longer you keep this up kitten the harder this will be," that was Dwayne, his voice deeper than usual, "come on out, we'll play nice."

You gulped, eyeing the window across from you warily as two figures rose in the air in front of it, Marko waving his fingers at you teasingly.

#the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #tlb #dwayne tlb #marko the lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys fic #marko tlb #david tlb #the lost boys 1987

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fantasylandbitch · 20 days

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🙌15 Questions For Friends 🙌

Tagged by my people: @michiganstray , @blackwolfstabs , and @osnapitzmel1

⬆️Gif and Photo made by FantasyLandBitch ⬆️

Are you named after someone?

No, my mom had the name Elizabeth picked out I think before or after I was born. However, if you are referring to my tumblr name then I made the name"FantasyLandBitch" up way after high school because I wasn't sure what to really call myself and for the life of me I don't remember the original name of my tumblr.

When was the last time you cried?

I cried last night while my sister and her wife were driving me and my little brother back to our parents house and I had cried while in the house.

Do you have kids?

Haha in this economy? No.

What sports do you play/have played?

Well growing up I didn't participate in team sports like wanting to go pro kind of sports because I had a lot of anxiety, was super shy, and insecure. However, I did like participating in flag football, volleyball, badminton, baseball, and sometimes floor hockey.

Do you use sarcasm?

I had to ask my brother "Hey Jon, have I ever used sarcasm?" and he said "no" so no. I think it's because I sort of wouldn't know how to do that but if I picked up that someone else was using sarcasm in a particular tone that lets me know that they're using sarcasm that's fine or like they're kidding is fine.

But if someone is using sarcasm in a rude way then I might be inclined to punch them really hard in the throat.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I would say their vibes or their personality because I might be intimidated if I don't know the stranger or I might feel uncomfortable by their vibes. But if someone's vibes and personality seem friendly then it's safe for me to talk to them.

What is your eye color?

I think my eyes are dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

DAMN okay so for this one it really depends because if it's a scary movie with a happy ending where a character lives after suffering the entire movie then I'm all for it right. The narrative needs to be well thought out and not half assed. But if it's like a scary movie where the narrative and characters makes sense, then be my guest kill everyone on the screen, however, if it's a movie like "The Descent" and there are no happy endings then I might get fucking angry.

Any talents?

Okay so for some reason this one was kind of hard for me to understand so I had to look up what you meant. But I would say writing, maybe storytelling, having a creative mind or possibly being creatively gifted.

{I would have to get help for this one and write a list.}

Where were you born?

In the USA but if you're talking about where I came out of the womb then that is confidential.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, Drawing in different mediums, sewing when I have to sew, playing video games, listening to music, sometimes singing, sometimes reading,

Do you have any pets?

I did...we had to put my 12 year old dog Aubrey down on March 2 due to liver cancer so it's been kind of hard for me since then. But I suppose I have unofficially adopted my friends pets, my sisters dog Starbuck, and am kind of happy just seeing animals in general.

💚 I still miss my best friend every day though. 💚

How tall are you?

I'm 5'3 and ready to beat someone's ass like a morally gray character.

Favorite subject in school?

Oooooooooooooooooh that's kind of a hard one, it's between History and Art.

Dream job?

When I figure it out then I'll come back to you.

I shall tag: @screechcat , @thisonewhocanbreathe , @schrodingerspsycho , @wandagcre

Feel free to try this out, tag your friends or close followers but also no pressure to make one!😊💚😘

#blackwolfstabs #michiganstray #osnapitzmel1 #tag game #About FantasyLandBitch: Elizabeth

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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can i request a frat kyle spencer fic plssss 😭 one where the reader and him meet at a party and she’s very outgoing, loves to party etc plssss

Yes of course this one is short sorry

Rosanna (kyle spencer x reader)

A/n: I'm working a few kai things rn also including a new chapter if he's a cult leader that will be up soon

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The florescent light beaming off the hard wood floors as you made your way through the body's of people trying to grab another drink for yourself, constantly pulling your dress down that was annoying you.

Pouring some vodka into a red solo cup with some mixer you felt someone bump into you turning your head to find a blonde haired frat boy blushing with embarrassment "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to bump into you" he apologies you smiled shaking your head drinking your drink, "Don't sweat it accidents happen" you said the blonde headed boy sighed in relief at your comment.

"I'm kyle" he smiled holding his hand out, "y/n" you said shaking his hand formally with a giggle, "Oh your a frat boy" you smirked pouring some shots of vodka for you both, "uh yeah I am what about you are you in college?" He asked watching as you poured the shots into little plastic shot glasses.

"Yeah I am I study childcare but I'm thinking about doing social care" you stated Kyle nodded, "so Kyle you a party guy or just here because your frat brothers need a babysitter?" You continued to question handing him a shot, "Yeah my frat bros dragged me here I'm the responsible one you know gotta make sure they don't over step lines" he chuckled before taking the shot with you.

"You should just let loose for the night have fun your still young don't waste it away being a babysitter take it from me I spend my mornings learning about how to look after small children nevermind grown men" you laughed Kyle couldn't help but find your smile mesmerising he never wanted to see another smile there wasn't one like yours full of life and joy.

"Your right why not" he agreed you cheered handing him another shot letting the liquid burn down your throats, "woohoo" you beamed now pouring a full drink for you both, "here you go" you smiled handing him another drink.

"Let's go dance" you said taking his hand dragging him along to the what you think is the living area where the music was the loudest, swaying your hips as you made it to the center.

Kyle's eyes never left you as you danced like no one was there he couldn't help but smile at your confidence, "come on Kyle show us what you got" you shouted over the music taking his hands guiding him to dance.

Soon enough you found yourself staggering around enjoying yourself, in a different more quiet room with Kyle, "looks like your babysitting me now" you slurred flicking through whoevers cd collection this was, "I don't mind plus your fun" he smiled observing you as you pulled out a toto cd he didn't know what one you actually picked yet till he heard the opening song.

"Oh my god you like toto too?" He gasped like a little fan girl, "yes they're amazing I love rosanna" you said plopping down on the bean bag chair beside Kyle, "no way that's my favourite" he smiled at you in which you returned.

"I knew I'd like you" you chuckled at him taking his hand for the 50th time tonight dancing with him, finally rosanna came on you both gasped singing along to the song "from now on this will be our song" you said Kyle smiled nodding.

You suddenly felt the urge to kiss him you never had this urge before and to be honest you liked it, giving in to your thoughts you pushed yourself up on your toes pressing your lips to Kyle's who was shocked but followed along anyway.

Kyle hand finally found his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him, your hands played with the back of his hair as you poured your emotions into the kiss tasting the alcohol on his tongue.

Finally pulling away for air your cheeks flushed bodies still pressed tightly together your eyes searching his for something but you didn't know what exactly,"Wow" he whispered softly with his usual bright smile "come on let's go back to the party" you said taking his hand.

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neuroticbookworm · 9 months

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Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Tagged by @telomeke, thanks friend! ^^

Credit: this game was created by @thatgirl4815 as Thai BL Favorites Tag Game.

Favorite Thai QL: Bad Buddy, my beloved. I've watched very few QLs, and Bad Buddy is the one that I often go back to when I need a pick-me-up. It may not be perfect (Wai, my beloathed) but the show never fails to make me feel deeply whenever I revisit it.

Favorite Pairing: I share @lurkingshan's opinions on branded pairs, so I'm gonna answer with a pair that I think is well-matched in terms of on-screen talent, and therefore, my favorite: FirstKhao. GMMTV took two bad bitches and said "We're gonna pit them against each other and they're gonna love it" and boy, so do we.

Most underrated actor: I saw Sing Harit almost drown Gun Atthaphan in Not Me and I've been in love ever since. I have no reasonable metrics to know if he's actually underrated, other than the fact that he doesn't show up on my dash as much as I would like. I want to see more of him, and I can't wait to get to The Warp Effect, where he wears.. *checks notes* a puppy mask? Ummmmmmmm

Favorite Character: Time to get controversial, baby!

(tagging my ToL gang @waitmyturtles, @lurkingshan, @manogirl. Keep the getaway car running, frens. We might need to make a quick exit)

*clears throat* Khai from Theory of Love.

Wait.

WAIT.

WAIT. HERE ME OUT.

I absolutely love the fact that Khai is so well-written that half the audience can't stand to watch him and the ones who make it through either viciously hate him or absolutely love him. I love that he was unabashedly awful in the first half, and I love that his redemption arc was gradual. Was he still a dipshit in some moments in the second half? Yes. Was it realistic and in-character? Also yes. I love a character who can fully acknowledge his mistakes and wholeheartedly apologize and strive to do better in the future. So, to sum up, *hugs him close to my chest like a stuffie* KHAI, MY UTTERLY BELOVED!

Favorite Side Character: Hoon from I Told Sunset About You. The fact that called Teh a crybaby when he was having a complete breakdown in Hoon's arms cemented his place in my heart.

Favorite scene in a QL: The AlanWen conversation scene at the outdoor diner in Moonlight Chicken, episode 5. Yes, I'm a masochist, thank you for asking. I'm also a staunch Alan apologist, and will defend my poor little meow meow to the ends of the Earth. (ha, me clever)

Favorite line in a QL: "Why is your wall so high?" -- Wen to Uncle Jim, Moonlight Chicken, episode 6.

Most Anticipated QL (& why): Only Friends -- doy.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: My Sunshine babies, Mork and Tawan from My Ride. They were so good to each other and they got to know each other as friends before moving into a romantic relationship, and the transition felt as natural as possible. The drama was minimal and there were no stupid misunderstandings for the sake of moving the plot along.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: VegasPete in KinnPorsche. I also co-sign @lurkingshan's pick, ToyBoss from My Ride. If anyone messes with my bookshelves the way Toy does at Boss' apartment, they will get thrown off the balcony.

Guilty pleasure series: I don't have one, fam. I'm very new to the QL town and the ones I feel guilty for watching were not pleasurable in any way.

Most underrated series: La Pluie, the love of my life. I've gushed all over my blog about this show, week after week. I don't think I can say anything more that hasn't already been said, so I'm just gonna link the La Pluie meta round up, and invite you to ponder truly how amazing a show must be to inspire these many incredible metas.

I am a full three weeks late to this game, so I'm pretty sure everyone has already done it. So if you made it this far, and still haven't participated, consider yourself tagged, my friend! Toodles!

#thai ql tag game #tag game #this was so much fun!#thanks for the tag!#bad buddy #bad buddy series #firstkhao #sing harit #not me the series #the warp effect #theory of love the series #i told sunset about you #moonlight chicken #only friends the series #ofts #my ride the series #kinnporsche #la pluie

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snazzilystoopid · 8 months

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GUYS WAIT JUST HEAR ME OUT...

What if I started a series about an AU where every ninja has a little sister? (So yes Nya and Kai "have a little sister")

OK YES

IM GONNA DO IT

STARTING WITH COLE OBVIOUSLY 🤭

(tw for sh!)

This gif makes me so sad I cant-

Libble "Lilly" Brookstone

Named Libble after her mom's best friend, Libber

(Yes I hc that Cole's mother and Jay's birth mother were besties)

Nicknamed Lilly because she looks exactly like her, they're basically identical apart from the fact that Libble has her dad's eyes

Her family sometimes give her the nickname "Libs" or "Libby"

(Most people acc call her Libby now)

She was the "naughty kid" and she ran away alot

Gave poor Lou lots of stress 😭

The moment Libble turned 13 (abt halfway through Possesion) she started to bunk off school and do stupid things (smoking, dr*gs, that sorta stuff)

She grew up WAY too fast

Like she rly didn't gave a shit abt Cole turning into a ghost or any of that until Day of the Departed

After DotD she had a much needed wake up call (still just age 13 at this point)

She didn't go and visit her home for the holiday and she realised just how much their family had suffered bc of Lilly's passing

So that night Libble cried herself to sleep in the crappy apartment she and her friends were camping out in

a) bc she missed her dad and big bro and b) because she knew she had seriously messed up

The next day she went back to school and finally started making an effort

She realised she really loved sketching and she also had a passion for programming/machinery/tech

She decided she wanted to pursue a career at Borg Industries before she mustered up the courage to go back to live with Lou

She apologised profusely and sobbed and begged for his forgiveness

Lou welcomed her back with open arms

Cole was skeptical of talking to her for a few days but after a week he ended up going back to visit

and he was the happiest he had ever been when he saw his baby sister had truly changed <33

They had a family dinner the following night catching up on things

During the one year gap after Hands of Time she continued to go to school and actually got an education, and regularly stayed in touch with Cole (since he was with Jay looking for Wu)

She met all the ninja just after March of the Oni and decided that Nya was her favourite (after Cole ofc)

After MotM, once Cole returned from Shintaro, his veins up his wrist/arms would sometimes pulse a faint orange. Libble liked to trace them and would always say she wished she was the one with elemental powers as a joke

By the end of Crystalized, Libble is 16!

Aaand that's her story!! Moving on to random facts abt her:

Unlike the rest of her family, Libble can't sing or dance to save her life

She'll stay up all night sketching and sketching and sketching

Cole often calls her "Libbler the Scribbler"

Whenever Lou and the Royal Blacksmiths have a performance, she always makes sure she's on the front row

She used to sh as "punishment" once she returned home, because she couldn't forgive herself for leaving her dad like that

Her classmates called her a freak because of the scars up her arms and the minute Cole found out he was PISSED

She hangs around Chen's Noodle House a lot, and she always orders the same thing: PUFFY POTSTICKERS

She smashed the TV in the monastery of spinjitzu once, because of Kai and Cole beating her in a video-game

Shes usually quite a calm and collected person, but she can also be really loud

Simillar to Lilly's locket, Libble owns a silver locket which pictures her and Cole in one photo, and Lilly and Lou in the other.

Thats all hehe, but I feel like I could've picked a better name, I had literally no ideas 😭😭

(Just to make things clear, each sister doesn't exist in the same universe, these are all gonna be seperate AUs!)

Hope yall enjoyed and I think I'll be doing either Lloyd or Kai + Nya next! <3

#lou brookstone #master of the mountain #lilly brookstone #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #cole hence #cole ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago fandom #ninjago fic #ninjago headcanons #lou ninjago #lilly ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago motm #motm

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tryingtograspctrl · 22 days

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SHE (PART TWO): BILLY LOOMIS AND STU MACHER X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - You moved to Woodsboro 2 years ago and quickly became friends with Marlon and Shawn, you did your best to make friends with their friends but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around them because of those two... and your feelings were very valid.... Title inspired by the song "She" by tyler the creator. I reccomend you listen to it while reading this.

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"You ok? you look tired." Sydney asked brushing the hair out of your face.

"Yeah i'm fine, just a little lightheaded i forgot to eat breakfast this morning."'You threw your gym clothes in your locker grabbing your bag.

"I got some lasagna for lunch, we can split it if you want." She offered.

"That's alright syd, i got a few snacks in my bag. I wanna save my appetite for tonight anyways." You declined.

The two of you walked out to the courtyard, pushing through the large crowds of students.

"Hey pretty lady." Shawn smiled scooting over on the water fountain to make room for you.

"I can't stay long , i have a history quiz to makeup." You hands brushed through Marlon's hair as he rested his head on your lap.

"Hey i've been meaning to ask you, where do you get your nails done? They're always so cute." Tatum grabbed your hand to take a closer look at them.

"Thanks! I always go to Rosie's. She's so nice and takes her time to make sure i leave with exactly what i want." You spoke excitedly.

"Oh?!" Tatum looks at you in surprise.

"What?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"That's my aunt's shop, she doesn't get much business these days but she says there's always this cute girl who comes in with cookies and tips well. Guess that's you." Stu explained grinning.

"Wow i had no idea, and i just assumed i came in when the shop was slow. She does amazing work i'm surprised she doesn't get much business." You frowned slightly.

"Not a lot of people know about the place." He shrugged.

"I'm going to get a fill friday, i'll ask her for some flyers or something to hand out. She's too good at what she does to not have lots of customers." You made up your mind.

"That's sweet of you, thanks i'm sure she'd love that." Stu smiled.

"Of course…shit i gotta go." You stood removing Marlon's head carefully.

"Nu uh, aren't you forgetting somethinggg?" He sing songed.

"What?" You raised a brow.

He tapped his cheek expectantly.

You shook your head a smile creeping up your face as you grabbed the sides of his face planting kisses all over.

"Happy?" You stepped back.

"Very, i can die in peace now." He placed his hand on his forehead dramatically.

"See you later goofball." You laughed making your way toward the school building.

Later on that night

You cleaned up around the house a little as you waited on Sydney. Marlon, Shawn and Stu all had to stay after school to get some extra practice in so the rest of you decided to just carpool together.

You grabbed your bag at the sound of a car pulling up in your driveway outside.

You closed and locked your front door behind you.

"I'll be back later sunny, i left you some food and water." You squatted petting the small black cat.

Sunny was a stray that often stopped by your house, you always made sure to keep her well fed.

"Thanks for picking me up." You smiled as you got into Sydney's car.

"It's no problem." She spoke sweetly.

For some reason Billy was in the back seat with you while Tatum was in the passenger seat beside Sydney. You tried not to think about it too much. You told yourself you'd do your best to be friendly with him and that's exactly what you did.

"Hi." You greeted him attempting to make small talk.

"Hey, you excited for the big game tonight?" He asked.

Your eyes widened at his calm, non intimidating demeanor, he was usually very eery and quiet so it definitely came as a surprise.

"Definitely our boys are gonna do great." You nodded.

The two of you continued to talk for the entire duration of the car ride, you got to know each other a lot better and you were happy you actually had a conversation with him because he wasn't as bad as he seemed.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks." Billy walked toward the concession stand.

You took your seats in the very front.

Halftime came around and both teams were close in score.

"Hey guys, you enjoying yourselves?" Shawn jogged over taking a seat beside you.

"Yeah, you guys are doing great out there." You smiled.

"We'd be doing even better if we had our favorite cheerleader out there." Stu jogged over holding a pair of pom pom's Marlon close behind him.

"Wait you guys are serious?" You looked between them nervously.

"As a heart attack." Marlon nodded.

"I'm not an actual cheerleader though, and i don't even know the routine, i'm also not in uniform and did you check to see if it was ok with the team?" You rambled.

"We already made sure it was ok, and it doesn't matter what you're wearing just get out there and hype us up pleaseeee, they're gonna make sure you're comfortable with the routine while we have this break." Shawn pouted.

"Ok but this is never happening again." You agreed reluctantly.

They all jumped around in excitement and Marlon grabbed your hand to make sure you got down the bleachers safely.

"Hi, y/n come on we don't have much time left." A girl pulled you over a bright smile on her face.

Everyone was super nice and made sure you had the routine down.

Once it was time you fell into rhythm with the rest of the team easily, it was actually pretty fun and you nerves were now replaced with the feeling of joy.

There was one minute left on the clock and everyone played like their lives depended on it.

During the last couple of seconds Shawn had the ball and was booking it toward the end of the field.

You screamed until your voice started to give out, cheering him on as he made the touchdown.

You jumped up and down in excitement and after he made his way through the huge crowd surrounding him he ran over to you scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around.

"You did great out there!" You smiled wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you up by your thighs.

Marlon ran over tackling the two of you to the ground.

You just laughed while catching your breath, he nearly knocked the wind out of you.

Time skip

Everyone's bellies and hearts were full as you all filed out of the restaurant.

Sydney, Tatum, Stu and Billy had all left together just a few minutes before agreeing to meet up at the party the team was throwing to celebrate their big win.

You don't remember when you fell asleep but you were now being carried bridal style to your front door.

You were sat down on your couch softly and your shoes were removed.

"You sure you don't wanna come?" Marlon asked brushing the hair out of your face.

"I'm sure, you guys have fun and don't stay out too late, you're gonna need to rest after how hard you guys worked tonight." You grinned.

"You too, sleep well i'll lock the door on my way out." He kissed your forehead.

You decided to get up and take a quick shower before bed.

You grabbed a large t shirt and a pair of shorts, tying your hair up and making your way to the bathroom.

After a quick and much needed shower you jumped into bed and quickly succumbed to sleep again.

Later that night

You jolted up in bed at the sound of the phone ringing loudly.

You got up quickly walking toward the kitchen to answer it.

"Hello?" You spoke groggily.

"Hi sweet cheeks, what's your favorite scary movie?” A voice spoke from the other end.

"Very funny Marlon, it's too late at night to be playing pranks. I was actually sleeping good." You whined.

"This isn't Marlon babe." The voice responded.

"Alrightttt." You spoke sarcastically not believing him.

"So what is it?" The voice asked.

"Hmm i like child's play." You decided to entertain him.

"Aww that's not scary, that's just a doll running around with a knife." The voice spoke in disappointment.

"It's pretty entertaining though." You shrugged.

"Look at you in your adorable little flower dress, these must be your parents? You look just like them." The voice suddenly changed the topic.

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you. That picture was buried under a bunch of junk in your nightstand, whoever was on the phone with you was in your house.

"Who are you, h-how did you get into my house?!" You sobbed shaking violently as you looked around.

"No need to worry about all that, if i were you, i'd run sweet heart." The person suddenly burst out of your room making their way towards you.

By the time your mind caught up with your body they had already gotten ahold of you, you back facing them as they gripped your waist tightly, running the blade of their knife down your cheek.

You jerked your head back colliding with the stranger's and stunning him long enough for you to get away.

You sprinted through your back door and made you way to the street.

A car nearly ran you over but stopped just in time.

You ran over to the drivers side begging them to open the door.

"Y/n? What's going on?" Billy got out grabbing your arms.

"Someone's in my house billy! They had a knife they were gonna kill me!" You cried holding on to him tightly.

"Hey it's ok, it's gonna be ok. I'm gonna go and check alright? Stay in the car." He let go of you making his was toward your house.

"NO! NO YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!" You screamed attempting to stop him.

You ran to your neighbors house to get help and they immediately called the police.

The cops arrived quicker than you thought and you ran outside to greet them.

As you were explaining the situation billy walked out with a mask and a phone in hand.

"Hey drop what you're holding and show me your hands!" An office yelled.

"Wait no, he was just checking my house he didn't do anything." You explained frantically as they cuffed him.

"Please just step back ma'am." another officer spoke.

"But you don't understand he didn't do anything!" You yelled in frustration.

"Billy i'm gonna call everyone else and we're gonna get you out i swear!" You yelled as they stuffed him in the back of a squad car.

He frowned and nodded as they drove away.

I hope you guys are enjoying this. Part 3 coming soon, stay tuned! ☺️🌻

#black plus size reader #scream #billy loomis #stu macher #marlon wayans #shawn wayans #plus size reader #fanfic

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